The second his hand had met the mist he had blinked and suddenly he was in a totally different place…his dorm room in Hogwarts…except it wasn't! The room was totally empty of people and things…at least that's what he thought, until he heard a deep soft voice call his name.

Turning around, Harry saw two young handsome men, though both were obviously wizards, Harry had never seen other wizards looking like that…well maybe Bill Weasley. The taller, older looking one had black hair with red tips, yellow-green eyes, and an earring that was more than a match for Bill's fang one. He wore what looked like a blood red button down shirt under his shiny black cloak, and a long chain around his pale vampire like skin. The second one looked as though he could be the others brother, he had the same eyes, though his face was thinner, and had a small goatee. His dark golden blond hair was tinted with purple, the color of his skintight, cool looking robe. Harry could see a small tattoo on his face, making it look like he had a small cut on top of his eye, and blood was running down it.

"Who are you?" Harry asked bewildered, getting a feeling deep down that he knew the two boys…from somewhere.

"Gideon Prewett, and my brother Fabian," said the older one smiling at Harry, who was now frowning, as the names were so familiar he had heard them before!

"I…what's this place?" Harry asked looking around, "how did I get here?"

"Whenever someone dies a gateway opens up, a gateway to the other side…to what we call death. Usually the people that kill or there, well there heads are too full of emotions, or trying to get away…hardly ever anyone alive walks through…" Fabian tried to explain, and Harry felt the pit of his stomach drop…had he just died…the way Sirius did???

"You're not dead," Gideon said quickly, "see when you pass into this world you can choose many different paths, though some are restricted to most…you can stay here and be all knowing until the Day of Judgment (only if you've died fighting for other people), you can stay sleep until than (I've heard you would never know you slept more than a few minutes), or go back as a ghost, though if you choose that you will feel rather torn into two at all times. However in you're case it's totally different!"

"How so? My godfather died…" Harry took in a sharp breath, it still hurt so much saying it out loud, as though being stabbed right in the heart, "Sirius went to the other side and he never came back!"

"Yes, but Sirius' case was different," Fabian said, and smiled at the look on Harry's face, "and yes Harry we know, just because you went back in the mortal world it does not mean you can change the time here!"

"Anyway Harry, your case is VERY different…you are one of the few wizards ever to have what we call great magical powers, there forth if you walk into our world with your physical form like this, you have the power to return to the other world as yourself, no attachments or detachments," Gideon said, now motioning towards a large comfortable couch, "would you like to sit?"

"Sure," Harry said, and the second he sat however, the couch wasn't all that appeared out of nowhere, a large table appeared in front of him and on it lay his favorite food, all kinds including junk food, pops and butterbeer bottles.

"You can eat, this is all yours," Gideon smiled at him, "and don't worry about us, just ask us whatever you wish to know."

"First of all what are you guys?" Harry asked taking a sip of butterbeer, watching the smiles on the two men's face grow sad.

"Me and my brother were part of the Order of Phoenix, we died in a battle with a large group of Death Eaters. Incredibly we took 5 Death Eaters to the grave with us…it was probably our best day of work!" Gideon said, as he and his brother sat on another couch.

"Wow," Harry whispered, and with a sudden excited pang in his stomach, Harry realized he had seen the two men in a photo Moody had shown him years ago, "Moody said that you went down fighting like heroes!"

"Well…ya that's true," Fabian grinned but his cheeks got pink, "but Gideon was the real hero, if he wasn't there I probably wouldn't even have managed one!"

"Sure Fabian, except it was the other way around, little bro," Gideon grinned messing up the boy's already messy hair, "anyway since we we're killed fighting for others, we are now all-knowing until the end of time…that's not very important now, any other questions?"

"You said something about me being different cause of my…um great power," Harry said wanting more than anything to know what was happening to him, "I've felt it in me…what's going on, how come I can do things no one else seems to???"

"Dombledore already told you about the prophecy, of how Voldemort transferred his powers to you. Didn't you ever wonder how that was possible Harry? I mean, you saw the way Voldemort fought, his powers were greater than other wizards…much more greater. Dombledore is the only one that has those kinds of powers, though that is not enough for you to be able to destroy Voldemort. As we speak Voldemort is using different methods of becoming immortal…and the way to beat him is to use what he has that is yours…" Gideon said now smiling wickedly, "use that to torture him for all the lives he has destroyed…use it to kill him forever!"

"What?" Harry was now looking back and forth at the two brothers who had looks of triumph on their faces.

"You're blood Harry, it is like poison lurking in Voldemort's veins…your blood will fight for you when the time comes, it is rich with your mother's sacrifice…her love…what Voldemort detests the most, and cannot stand!" Gideon, smile was gone now, "when the times comes, you will know how to use it to help you!"

"Now, Harry we have many people that want to meet you…they have something important to tell you," Fabian said looking rather excited.