Chapter Ten:
Harry felt the darkness that surrounded him becoming lighter, and tried to reach out for a Light Elemental to help him, but the moment he contacted the magic, the world went black again and he lost all ability to think.
"I could have sworn I saw him stirring a moment ago!" Sirius Black said, staring hard at his godson, "I think he might have sighed, and then he went out again!"
Sirius was one of a select few who was allowed into the Hospital Wing, the Professors, Ron, Hermione and Madam Pomfrey being the only other ones.
Harry had been unconscious for the past two weeks and it was making everyone nervous. He wasn't dying, physically he was at the peak of good health, but at the same time he could not be awakened.
Everyone was waiting his wakening for different reasons. Ron, Hermione and Sirius so that they could be sure he was ok and would live, because they worried for their friend, hundreds of reporters, Ministry Workers and most of the rest of the Hogwarts population was waiting to find out what had happened out on the battlefield that fateful night, they worried for the life of their hero, who they now knew to be Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived – Again.
***Flashback – Sirius***
The green light was bearing down on him, and he knew and accepted that he was going to die. At least when he died, he would know that they did not think he was a Death Eater anymore, and he was content.
But suddenly a flash of golden light that he sensed came from Harry exploded into being, and he lost consciousness.
The next morning he awoke in the Hospital Wing in a mad panic – what had happened? Was Harry all right? Why wasn't he dead? Why was he here, being treated by the Hogwarts nurse?
"Relax, Sirius," the soft, soothing voice of Dumbledore came from the bedside. "The Aurors who saw you fighting got you and Harry out of the battle, Harry is alive, by the way, but I'll talk more of that later. Did you know that all of the Death Eaters disappeared with that flash of light that somehow managed to stop the Avada Kedavra from hitting the two you?" The headmaster added in a conversational tone.
"WHAT?!" Sirius exploded. "Avada Kedavra! But that's impossible, surely?"
"Apparently not. Oh, and your trial is in three days time, the new Minister seems to think that you deserve it," Dumbledore added standing up.
"Trial? Malfoy's letting me have a trial?" Sirius demanded, eyes narrowing as if searching for the trap.
"No, I said the new Minister. Lucius Malfoy was found dead on the battleground, in Death Eater robes with the Dark Mark on his forearm. We haven't had time to call a vote yet, but the two people running for Minister are Arthur Weasley and Mundungus Fletcher. Both know that you are innocent and are working together until such time as a proper vote can be called," Dumbledore replied. "Get some sleep now, you'll need to be rested for the trial."
With that the Headmaster of Hogwarts was gone and Madam Pomfrey came bustling over. "Really … telling you all that when you've only just woken up … I remember you at school young man! Always in here with something or another, what with all those pranks you and that James Potter played …"
***End Flashback***
Now Sirius had been proven innocent and set free. He'd been questioned under Veritaserum, as had Ron and Hermione, and now there was a full fledged hunt out for Peter Pettigrew, it was even more fierce than the one that had been going on after Sirius had escaped two years ago.
Now all that remained was for Harry to wake up. Then the world would be, in Sirius's mind, perfect. Sure, Voldemort was still at large and people were dying every day, but so long as Harry was all right, Sirius didn't mind nearly so much.
And his godson had been about to wake, he'd been sure of it. Sirius shifted himself in his chair, eyes never once leaving Harry's face. He paid little attention to the sounds of the other people in the room. Was Harry's eyelid flickering, oh so slightly?
Yes! It was. Sirius immediately stood up. "Poppy, I think he's waking up," he said. The Hogwarts matron came quickly, and smiled when she looked at Harry.
"So he is, Mr. Black, so he is. Since he is physically fine, though completely exhausted, I will leave you, Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger to speak with him for a while, but do not let him get up or strain himself!"
With that the fierce little woman returned to her workroom, leaving Harry's two best friends and his godfather to watch his slowly awakening form.
Harry was rising again. Dimly remembering the last time, he did not try to reach for magic to push away the darkness, merely waited. He could hear soft voices speaking somewhere above him – what were they saying?
He strained his ears, wanting to hear what they were speaking of, and to know who they were. Finally he reached a point where he could hear them properly, but then the voices stopped.
With an inner growl of annoyance, he tried to open his eyes. It took a ridiculously long time to remember how, and then summon the energy to do this simple task.
When he had his eyes open, he found himself looking into the concerned faces of friends and family. "'Ello," he mumbled, his tongue not working right.
"Harry!" The voices were relieved. Harry thought for a while, before he remembered who they were. They seemed to realize that he didn't want to speak – or couldn't at the present time.
Instead they talked to him, their words triggered many memories for him, he soon remembered who they all where, and most of his life as well. Some areas were still blank, awaiting the right words to trigger the memories. He had no doubt that he would remember eventually.
They told him of what had happened while he was unconscious, of how long he'd been out, told him how brave he was to fight the Death Eaters like that, but they said nothing that would require an answer from him.
After what seemed like hours, they were shooed away by a motherly looking woman with a fierce glint in her eyes. Before he left, Sirius looked over at him and smiled. "Nice prank on the Slytherins, kid," and then he too was gone. Harry remembered the woman now, Madam Pomfrey; he remembered also that he was in the Hospital Wing. In Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Madam Pomfrey held a cup up to his mouth, and before he'd even realized what he was doing, Harry had a mouthful of liquid, which he swallowed.
The blackness crept up at the sides of his vision again – sleep though, not unconsciousness.
It was a full week before Harry could stand up and move around on his own, the first day he could, he moved back to his rooms next to Sirius's.
Sirius was still the Defense Teacher, and the Gryffindors loved him all the more, with the knowledge of his past pranks and the fact that he was Harry Potter's godfather.
Everyone knew that the boy in the Hospital Wing was Harry Potter, what no one knew was what had happened to James, as Sirius and Dumbledore had decided to keep that information until Harry was ready to reveal himself.
Harry remained in his quarters, never leaving, food and books and such brought to him by his friends or the House-Elves.
At the end of this week, he resumed his training with weapons, as he'd gotten quite out of shape and needed to build himself up again.
It was soon after this that Harry slipped away one night, using his Invisibility Cloak, as he still did not have the strength to use his Wandless Magic.
For a start, he wanted to be in the room of his fathers, a place where he really felt in touch with his parents, and also to get away from the corridors of Hogwarts, with students and people everywhere.
When he got there, he remembered the other thing that he'd wanted to do – and that was to look at the books that he'd seen in the hidden cabinet.
When he reached the room, however, he discovered that he could no longer remember where the cabinet was hidden. Swearing softly he sat down, and picked up the books that he'd left there weeks before.
Oh well, at least he could catch up on things that he had been meaning to do so long ago. He remembered the dream he'd had of the Orphanage, and had wanted to get back to the book anyway.
Opening the cover he began to skim read till something caught his interest – this was a good way of finding things out if you knew what you were looking for.
He did find something fairly soon after he'd opened the book.
Dreams of particular people can come to a person who is linked with another by something. Depending on what the link is, they can dream of different types of people.
If a link was created by love, for example, a person who is feeling very loving, or the person they are linked to is feeling very loving, they might dream of one another.
If a link were created in violence and hate, this would lead the person who is linked to them to have dreams when the person is being violent or feeling hatred about something.
When people are linked together, sometimes they become more perceptive in their subconscious minds to the feelings of others. Sometimes abnormal dreams may occur or places where tragedy has happened.
This is particularly true if the person who is linked to the dreamer was the one who performed the task or set up the scene. This can lead to the talent of Seeing, if a person becomes very in tune with higher thought patterns.
So, Harry thought, that must have been what happened with the dream before Hogwarts was attacked. Odd … he was feeling sleepy again.
Was another dream coming? Or was he just tired from his walk here and possibly doing too much work while he was still a little out of it from his latest visit to the hospital wing.
He settled against the lounge and closed his eyes, and sleep washed over him. He dreamed, but it was a different dream to those he'd had before.
He was in a beautiful clearing; the trees and grass were the green, healthy colour that can only be achieved in dreams. The world wasn't that nice a place.
He stood there for a while, looking around, there was a pool in the centre of the clearing, and like the colours of the surrounding plants, it too was surreal.
For a while he walked around the clearing, then, suddenly, the two people he knew to be his parents appeared as well, laughing. He could hear them, their voices, just as he could hear the movements of the water and the gently rustling of the wind in the trees.
"Harry! Finally, you made it!" James cried, as Lily embraced her son tightly.
"What do you mean?" Harry asked his father. "Made it where?"
"Wait, you look far older than a first year, what year are you in?"
"Fifth," Harry replied.
"But didn't Sirius teach to work the map before then?" James demanded with a slightly frown.
"Sirius was in Azkaban for twelve years after your death," Harry replied. "Peter framed him, faked his own death and got away. Sirius escaped at the beginning of my third year, and we met at the end of that same year. He found Peter – he'd been hiding as my best friends rat – and told us the true story of what had happened.
"We were going to prove that he was innocent, but Peter escaped because it was full moon and Remus was with us. We'd all forgotten about it, when we discovered Peter.
"Sirius and I barely escaped with our souls, there were Dementors around the school grounds – everyone thought that Sirius would try and kill me.
"He was captured, but me and my friends helped him escape on the back of a Hippogriff that was about to be killed because a Malfoy insulted it and it attacked.
"Since then we've kept in contact. Voldemort came back to power at the end of my fourth year and killed a friend of mine, Cedric Diggory. We were both competing in the Triwizard Tournament and one of the Death Eaters had turned the Cup into a Portkey.
"Later on I was accused of killing Cedric Diggory – Cornelius Fudge, the old Minister of Magic – was an idiot who was in love with the power of his office.
"Anyway, with Sirius I escaped from the Dursley's and we were on the run when we met up with Shadow Master, the leader of the Seekers Academy.
"Both Sirius and I are 'Seekers' or Graduates from the Academy and Sirius is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher as Peter Black, an American who's been in England for some months now. Fudge was killed by Voldemort a while ago and replaced by Lucius Malfoy.
"Then a short time ago I came to this room and dreamt of the books that you were writing in, but then the dream changed to one of Voldemort and he was about to attack Hogwarts.
Harry told them of the battle and how he had somehow managed to deflect Avada Kedavra once again, and of what he'd learned since he woke up, careful to tell them that Sirius had been proved innocent and still had his job.
Throughout this talking, he'd been interrupted only by the growls of quiet rage from James Potter, who looked positively furious as most of what had happened to his son.
"Well, at least he has been proven innocent now, darling," Lily told James when Harry told them of Sirius's latest achievement.
"Good prank you played on the Slytherins, kid," James added proudly. "Just the sort of thing a Potter male should do. Potter females are, more often than not, the voices of reason."
Lily shoved him playfully.
"Anyway Harry, we need to talk to you now," she said to him, James nodded in agreement.
"You saw those journals, that's good. The key is beneath the lounge and you just have to push in the brick that's third from the left of the door and level with the door handle. You'll learn some things from reading those – we have to go now. Come back again soon, hopefully we'll be able to come and meet you here!"
Then the dream world began to swirl, out of focus, and Harry opened his eyes.
He was seated on the lounge in his father's secret room in Hogwarts. Slipping his hand beneath the cushion, his fingers found the metal that was the key.
He smiled faintly and stood up, pulling his hand with the key in it out from behind the lounge before turning towards the door. He glanced at his watch and swore softly, he'd been away for four hours, Sirius was going to be worried out of his mind.
The journals would have to wait for another day. He carefully marked the brick that he had to push with a stroke of red magic that would show to his eyes alone.
He headed quickly back to his room, where Sirius was pacing a hole in the floor. Not literally … at least, not yet.
"Where were you?" He demanded the moment he saw it was Harry.
"Dad's room," Harry replied, and Sirius said no more on the subject – the other Marauders Rooms were no business of anyone save those who were chosen to go there.
"I'm going back tomorrow for a while – don't miss me if you don't see me for a day, maybe even two, I'm not sure," he added.
Sirius looked about to protest this, but then bowed his head. "So be it. Take food though, no house elf would be able to find out there," he said.
Harry just looked at him. "I'll take my wand," he said finally. "I see no point in taking food when I can just magic it."
Sirius again looked about to protest. "Relax Sirius, I can do this. I have to," Harry told him.
Sirius hesitated a moment
before nodding his head with a sigh. "I don't suppose you can tell me why?"
Harry shook his head, sitting down on
the bed. "Oh, and Dumbledore's coming by soon, he said you wanted to talk to
him about something?" Sirius added.
Harry nodded his head. "If I fall asleep, tell him it doesn't matter too much any more."
Sirius nodded once and disappeared to teach a class. Dumbledore arrived in the early evening, but found Harry asleep, and left again.
When Sirius came in to check on his Godson the next morning, he found him, and his wand, gone. He knew where his godson was, so he didn't mind too much.
"I just wished he'd said goodbye or something," he remarked to Ron and Hermione at breakfast.
The Slytherins turned up, and everyone knew immediately that Harry had played another prank – or at least, that someone had – all of the Slytherins had signs on the front of their robes saying 'I love (insert name)'.
Meanwhile, Harry himself was in his father's room, finally getting a chance to open the hidden cabinet.
Inside were many journals, but Harry knew instinctively that his key would fit only one of them – his own parents one.
He reached in and took out the top book, but as he did, another book, and a key, appeared beside it.
Harry blinked, but picked it up anyway, along with his parents one. Carrying them both over to the couch he sat down and slipped the key into the lock on the cover.
Immediately the book fell open.
30.1.64
If you are reading this, then you are a child of the Potter line – I know not your name, nor your gender, but to enter this room, you must be my child.
As you will know, my name is James Potter, and like the rest of my family, I found my way to this room. I had to find it on my own, and I presume you did the same.
It feels odd to be talking to you – I know nothing about you, save that you will come here one day and find this book – Potter's always do. I have read my fathers journal, though I cannot read my grandfathers or anyone elses, I do not have their keys.
I am in my fourth year at school – it's hard to imagine having kids one day, after all, I'm only fourteen. Father didn't find the room till he was in his Seventh Year, so I beat him by three years.
I can't stay too long, as it's almost time for Quidditch practice. You'll be a Quidditch player, I bet. Potter's almost always are. I'm a Chaser, but I play Keeper, and Seeker too, if I have too. I'm not much good at Seeker, but I can do it.
1.2.64.
Grr. I hate Lily Evans; she's a fiery red head who's in my year. I don't know how she got into Gryffindor – she'd do better in Ravenclaw, or maybe even Slytherin … although she is a Muggle born, so she probably wouldn't be very popular if she'd gotten into Slytherin.
She turned my hair green and silver – GREEN AND SILVER! Slytherin COLOURS – this morning, and when I asked – I even said PLEASE – her to take it off, she told me that it'd last until next week!
I mean, sure I changed her hair to Ravenclaw colours, but she should take it as a compliment! Everyone knows that smart people are in Ravenclaw… even though I don't think she's THAT smart …
Well, me, Sirius, Peter and Remus will get her back … Well, maybe not Remus. He's the sensitive one of the group, and seems to have befriended her.
She doesn't have many close friends, half the male population follows on her heels like lost puppies … I suppose she is pretty, but she always wears the worst clothes and goes around with her nose in a book all the time …
Oh sh*t, dinnertime. Oh well, I'll come back later …
Harry kept reading for some time, laughing about his father's exploits – pranks, detentions, arguments with Lily Evans, who Harry was pretty sure, was his mother.
In fact, apart from the first, there wasn't a single entry that didn't include something about Lily Evans.
When he reached the middle of fifth year, things started to get interesting.
5.4.65.
Guess what! Today I kissed Lily Evans. I've been hanging out with her a lot more lately, since, as I said before, she has to tutor me in Charms and I her in Transfiguration.
She's really quite nice, and a decent teacher too. I never guessed how lonely she was. Today she broke down crying. When I asked what was wrong, she told me it was her parent's funeral.
I didn't know her parents were dead; but apparently they were killed by that idiotic dark lord, Voldemort or something, in her first year here. I remember the time now. She used to get REALLY mad at me when I teased her about things and always looked sad. I never guessed.
Well, I hugged her, and she seemed really surprised. After a little while, her whole story came out. Her parents and younger brother are dead, her older sister had been at her boyfriends place, so she was alive. But now Petunia hates Lily because she thinks it's Lily's fault that their family is dead.
I didn't know what to do, she just kept crying, so I decided to kiss her. Actually, it was quite pleasant; I don't think she's been kissed before, for all almost all of the male population asks her to EVERY dance. She hasn't been to one of them yet.
There is a dance coming up soon, at Easter time, I asked her if she'd like to go with me – we'd have to dance together once anyway, since we are both the Gryffindor prefects, but this way she might actually stay for the dance and enjoy herself for once.
And guess what! She said yes! I'm surprised at how happy I feel. Oh well, I guess sometimes things just happen like that. Sirius will be happy, he's been saying that we are 'perfect for each other' since third year.
I guess he could see farther than either Lily, or me, but strong emotions do seem to cloud judgement and hide truth.
Well, I'd better get going – it's nearly dinnertime and I'm STARVING.
From then on, everything seemed to go pretty well in his father's life, until the start of sixth year, when his own parents were killed.
It was in Seventh Year, however, when things started to change dramatically. The first change was that Lily joined James in writing in the diary.
15.9.67
Well James, you journal seems to be very interesting. I had no idea you hated me so much – here there seemed to have been a struggle over the pen, which Harry found very amusing – ok, ok, I'll write properly now – happy? Good.
I, Lily Evans, will one day be a Potter, it seems. James proposed yesterday, and I said yes. Dumbledore said that I have a lot of magical power, then he told me to leave so he could talk to James – he's been asking about the proposal – I don't know what was said then.
James has dragged me up here to tell me about his family. You, having read the rest of this diary, will know a lot about that. The traditions, powers and such.
But there is one thing that we only just learned of ourselves. One of the charms on my braclet seems oddly attracted to a lock on the back of this book, and when we put it in the lock, it opened on an entirely different book! It was amazing … I've heard of books like tha… no James; I'm not going to start one of my 'speeches'.
Anyway, it told of an old tradition of the Potter family. When they become strong enough, there are different times, and some of them have to find the key to another lock, but you won't, we don't think.
Well, the tradition is that Potter's go back to Atlantis for a while, the Ancients can teach us things about our magics that we never dreamed before.
Since this line of Potter's are a direct blood descendant of Goodrich Gryffindor their family tree has a reputation for defeating Dark Wizards, this training is often necessary.
James doesn't think that he has the power to defeat this new Dark Lord, Voldemort, and I have to agree – it'd be suicide. But you, presumably our child, should have the power, as my magical powers are on a level with James's.
Anyway, you'll find a book at the bottom of the pile in the cabinet that the key that appeared with a book when you got this out for the first time – that's for you to write your story in, by the way – anyway, that key will fit in the lock.
This book has a page for every day of the year, including leap years. Find the day that is for you now and touch the picture on the book. This will transport you to Atlantis.
Beware of the surprises that will you find there – I can't tell you what they are, since for a start, James and I aren't going until tomorrow, but we are forbidden to say anything more than has been said.
I have one thing left to add to you – Good Luck.
When Harry glanced at the time after reading almost all of that book – there were only a few more entries, which, after a quick scan, turned out to be mainly about the last year at Hogwarts, a few pranks, detentions and then Graduation, when the entries stopped.
He stood up and walked over to the cabinet again, were he took out the book mentioned and opened it with his own key. It was as his parents had described, and he slipped through to find todays date. When he did, he saw a picture of a bolt of lighting, and was somewhat surprised, though if he could believe what his parents said, there would be many more of them.
He touched his hand to the page and immediately felt the odd sensation of the world turning to swirls as it spun round and round, making him feel very dizzy.
Then suddenly with a brilliant flash of red and gold, it stopped, leaving him in a place quite unlike anythign he'd ever seen. The whole atmosphere was completely different to the one he was used to. The air was cleaner, the sun a brighter, whiter glow in the sky.
Around him was a world that was surreal, like the world that had been in his dream. Suddenly a young man, about Harry's age, came running up. "Hello, you must be one of the Potters," the boy said.
Harry, slightly surprised, nodded his head. "Oh good! And I'm the first one to meet you to! My friends will be jealous," it occurred to Harry that the boy was not speaking English. It also occurred to him that he knew exactly how the language he was speaking worked.
"Yes, my name is Harry Potter and I have no idea what just happened to me," he told the boy, a faint smile playing at his lips.
"Well of course not! It's part of the Rules," the boy replied lightly, his stormy eyes dancing cheerily. "Come with me, the Lord and Lady are waiting," he led Harry off at a quick pace that Harry would have had no trouble keeping up with before his battle with Voldemort, but now, having still not fully recovered, found it a little taxing, though not too bad.
It did not take them long to reach a huge beautifully crafted palace, which seemed to made mainly from gold and silver. The boy accompanied Harry as far as the entrance and nodded to the guards standing on either side of the door. "It's a Potter," he said, before darting off, presumably to tell his friends about meeting a Potter, though Harry couldn't tell what was so great about it.
"Master Potter, by what name are you known?" One of the gaurds asked him.
"Harry, son of Lily and James," Harry replied, not sure where the last part had come from.
"As most names from your time seem to be, that is somewhat inapropriate. You will choose your own name later on."
"I am sometimes known as Panther," he added.
"That is better. For now you are Panther," the other guard said. "Follow us please," with that he walked off, at what Harry was relieved to see was a sedate pace that he could easily keep up with.
They walked through many corridors and hallways, Harry had to gape at the beauty that surrounded him within this castle, paintings, flowers, sculptures, all were perfect in every way.
Finally they came to a door carved of oak and inlaid with gold and silver flowers, real flowers growing up the sides added to the beauty. One guard opened the door and walked in, speaking in the language that Harry somehow knew.
"There is a new Potter here. Harry was his birth name, and Panther a name he has been called," the man's voice rang out calmly.
A moment later he returned. "You may enter, but you must give up your weapons," he said, holding out his hands for them.
Normally Harry would have fought like a mad thing at being asked to part from his weapons, but he knew he could trust this man. The man seemed very surprised at how many weapons he was carrying, and in the end had to call another guard to help him carry all of the weapons away.
Harry, left on his own, gulped and pushed the door open. Stepping into the room, he found, rather than the inside chamber he'd been expecting, but a garden so beautiful it nearly made him cry.
"Welcome to this place, Panther," a soft, lovely voice called out to him. Harry turned and gaped, for surely this was his mother! And beside her a man who must be his father.
"No Panther, we are not your parents, but we are who they would be had things turned out differently in your world. This place is an alternate plane of reality; we are Lilith and Jaram, the rulers of Atlantis. This world never suffered the dissaster that yours did, and therefore we lived on. Evil has no part in this world and therefore Voldemort never reigned," the Lady, Lilith, said.
"We were not here to meet your parents, just as our child is not alive to meet you, for time passes differently here, and you will remain here until you have learned what you must learn, though only a day will pass in your world, no matter how long you spend here," added Jaram.
"You may come here only three times in your life, though perhaps … no, I will not say. Come, you are in need of proper medical attention," Lady Lilith said, smiling at him.
Harry's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?" he asked carefully.
"You have been through much lately, it shows in both your physical condition and your mental one. Our doctors, as you would call them, are the best in this world and in yours. Then again, even the aprentices here know more than those who are in your world. Come though, we do not mean to insult, we merely state the facts. You will feel better here after you have been treated," Lady Lilith said calmly, slipping her hand beneath his elbow and propelling him gently from the room.
Harry, thinking for a moment of struggling, forced himself to relax. She ruled here, and he was a newcomer who did not know the rules.
A moment later he was delivered to another room, where a young man with pale grey eyes and snowy hair waited for him. "Ah, you will be Panther. Very little escapes notice here, you will find, so get used to everyone knowing about you," he advised.
"My name is Karanolth, I am a doctor and I am supposed to look after you, which could be difficult. Normally I dislike using spells to heal patients, but from what your body has been through … I think you need some magic work," he added, frowning slightly.
"Sit down please, I will need to get some things, I was not expecting such a challenge today, so I did not come prepared with what I now know I'll need."
Karanolth was gone before Harry could say a word. With a sigh the boy sat down on the seat that the doctor had indicated, feeling somewhat nervous. What exactly was happening to him?
He thought back to the conversation earlier, with Lilith and Jaram. Apparently this place was what would have happened if Atlantis had not sunk beneath the seas. But what was going on here, it was so different from his world, how many things had changed and how many where the same?
A moment later his thoughts were interupted by the re-entrance of Karanolth. "Hello there!" the doctor said cheerily. "Now, I want you to lie back and close your eyes for a moment." Harry blinked as the chair he was sitting on morphed into a bed.
With a slight shrug, he lay back as the doctor asked, and close his eyes. Something cool and gentle was laid on his forehead, but he could no longer open his eyes. He was sleepy … so sleepy.
When he reopened his eyes, it was getting dark outside, and lamps were lit. They were balls of white light that hung in each of the four corners of the room, and lit it up perfectly.
Karanolth was leaning over him. "Ah good, your awake again!" the doctor said, smiling. "You should be fine now, your energy reserves are higher than ever and if you just do some work with your body you'll be back in perfect shape in just a week or so!" The doctor said cheerefully.
"What happened?" Harry asked warily. "I feel wonderful, certainly, but I have been trained to regard everything I do not know of as suspicious at best."
"I used the horn of a Unicorn, given freely by the creature, with its healing powers still intact. The unicorns healing powers restored your health and energy, cleared your mind of its worries and fears, this put you into a sleep so that it could work at it's best," the doctor explained.
"Thank you, Doctor," Harry replied, bowing his head slightly.
"Please, call me Karan," the man said coolly. "It's easier to remember than my full name, and you'll be in my company for the first part of your stay here, so we may as well be on first name terms, Panther."
"Very well, Karan," Harry agreed, nodding his head. "So what am I here to do? I know nothing of this place save what I've been told, none of which makes all that much sense."
Karan laughed gently. "Of course not, all the Potter's say the same thing. Now, this whole world is called Atlantis now, and as you know, this is what would have happened had Atlantis not sunk beneath the ocean and been lost forever.
"Our people have spread out and all the countries and colonies of this world have joined with ours, we are standing where, in your time and world, Hogwarts would be located.
"Our entire population is magical, there are no … Muggles, I believe you call them in your world. Healing practices are the most important things that we learn here, not just the spells but also the meanings behind them and when it is best to use lesser magics to heal. Everything here has some magic in it," Karan explained to him.
"I'll show you the guest rooms, then we can go and eat something, as it is nearly dinner time now," he finished.
Harry, managing to follow that, put it carefully in his mind so that he would be able to access it with ease should he need to again. They went to the guest rooms and Karan showed Harry the room he would occupy.
The room had just enough space in it not to get that empty feel that a too large room with too few things inside it got, but not too small that it felt overcrowded.
The wardrobe was filled with light coloured robes, blue, purple, green, red, yellow and the like, each with a matching belt. "You'll find shirts and pants in the drawers," Karan remarked, pointing.
"Now, I'll leave you for a few minutes to have a shower and get changed into something more sutible for our world, then we'll go to dinner."
Harry was about to ask the question of where the shower was, but found that Karan had dissapeared. He looked around the room and found a door marked with odd markings, though Harry knew immediately that it meant shower.
Gathering some clothes, he stepped inside the room and gaped. This place was more high-tech than anything he'd ever seen. After a moment of gazing at the shower with an expression similar to that of a persons first visit to a new city, who is attempting to find something but has no idea where to start looking.
Then he looked closer and decided to attempt to work out how the thing worked.
He soon found that it was quite simple, if you wanted the water to change temperature, you touched you palm to a pad on the wall, it read your body signals and adjusted the water to the correct temperature.
If you wanted there to be a stronger pressure, you touched the pad beside it and it performed the same service. When he stepped back into his own room, he felt more refreshed than he ever had before.
He was dressed in pure white pants that were comfortably loose, along with a shirt in the same colour that fit perfectly. The green over-robe he'd decided to wear matched the colours of his eyes, and the golden trim went well with it. The sleeves went down to his wrists, beginning to flare out when they reached the elbow, and by the time they got down to the wrists, they were quite wide.
He wore soft black leather boots and stepped out of the room with a calm appearance he by no means felt. He felt naked without a weapon on.
Karan was waiting for him, and Harry was relieved to see his two swords were with the man. He'd left them in the room when he went for a shower and had come back to find them gone.
"You may keep these," the man told him. "The rest of your weapons have been taken away and will be returned when you leave this place, but these are attuned to you, and I doubt that they or you will appreciate being kept apart."
Harry smiled gratefully, strapping the two swords over his shoulders once more. "Let's go to dinner then, Karan," he said.
The man led the way down to the dinning hall, which turned out to be yet another huge room with walls of silver and gold, big enough to fit about ten thousand people at it's various tables.
Harry was shown to the high table, but just as he was about to sit down, his eyes fell on someone at the other end of the table and he nearly fainted.
Karan noticed his shocked face and turned to ask what was wrong. Unfortunately, the man who'd startled Harry came over and asked the same thing, at which Harry promptly did faint.
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Hmm. Wonder who he saw … well, that's for me to know and you to find out!
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