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The rest of school was equally stunned by massive display of light and power. All could feel the immense power that came with the light. Dumbledore followed by his phoenix, Fawkes moved out of the room at high speed. Soon, all the staff of Hogwarts followed the Headmaster. The group reached the Hospital Wing and found out that other then Dumbledore, the rest was unable to get near it. Clearly, it was ancient magic at work as the professor tried to curse their way in. Dumbledore entered the room and was greeted by an amazing sight. Harry Potter was floating in the middle of the air, encased in a golden-white aura. Realization dawned upon Dumbledore when he saw Harry floating in the middle of the room with ancient runes about his head as Dumbledore interpreted the runes meaning and gasped.

"The Lord of Light will have to go back in time to fulfill his Destiny as a Guardian, a Protector of his parents. There and then, he retrieves the Sword of King from within the lake of this castle. All mortal men know the Sword of King as the Excalibur, sword of King Arthur Pendragon. This display of Light and power was to prepare for his future travel. Once he retrieved the sword from the depths, the space and time will once again be fill with his light and he will return to get the ultimate weapon of Light, the Chaos Breaker! Good luck, Lord of Light!"

"So Harry was Harry Sleth Arrou Dora," muttered the Headmaster as things started to fall in place.

Dumbledore brought Janet and Madam Promfey to the teachers who immediately bombarded him with questions.

"What's happening, Albus?"

"What was that light?"

"How come we felt power with the Light?"

"Silence!" roared Headmaster as the questions came like that there was no tomorrow. After Dumbledore shouted for silence, they all shut up. Dumbledore looked around and said.

"Do all of you remember that in Severus's sixth year, we have a transfer student from Soviet Republic School of Sorcery who was sorted to Gryffindor?" said Dumbledore calmly.

The group but Janet nodded. Janet looked clearly bewildered among the Professor of Hogwarts.

"Do any of you remember anything about him?"

Snape spoke up first.

"I remember that he looked remarkable like James Potter, with the lighting..."

Comprehension dawned upon they as it had on Dumbledore.

"Janet, this will not be of your interest," said sharply Dumbledore as he looked at the American straight into her eyes. "You are to return to your Common Room, now."

His tone left no room for discussion. Puzzled by Dumbledore's word, She walked away towards the Gryffindor Common Room. The teachers watched as the girl disappeared from sight.

"Dumbledore! It can't be! No Time-Turner is that strong!" gasped McGonagall once Janet was out of hearing range. The rest of the teachers were still trying to find words to describe this sudden turn of event.

"Do any of you remember his full name?" asked Dumbledore again.

"His name was...er...I can't remember," admitted the teachers together.

"His name was Harry Sleth Arrou Dora."

"What?"

"Harry Seth Arroua Dora," stated the Headmaster calmly as he looked around his staff. "If you move the letters around, what will you get?"

"I don't know," said teachers slowly.

"You get Harry, The Auroras Lord. One of the words is in Latin, if you translate it to English, it reads Light. Which means Harry, The Lord of Light," Dumbledore said and waited for the words to sink in. The Professors remembered the boy who was quiet, unassuming and certain skill in magical and an impossibly vast knowledge about creatures, spells, charms, hexes, enchantments, jinxes and herbs. Harry had stood up against Lord Voldemort when he attacked the school in his attempt to get James Potter. Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort then and disappeared after he retrieved a jewel- crusted sword.

"Do any of you remember that he dived into the lake and pulled out a sword?" asked Dumbledore.

"Yes, I will never forget that event. The whole of world was engulfed, temporarily, with light and power like what happened just now," said Professor Sprout. "Just surprising when he changed to real form, an angel."

"Yes, it was even on Muggles' newspapers all over the world," chirped Professor Flitwick as he looked around at the towering figures that stood around him.

Dumbledore then interrupted. "Do any of you know what was the sword's name and who it used to belong to?"

"No."

Dumbledore took a great intake of breath before he said.

"The sword belongs to one of his ancestor. His name was King Arthur Uther Pendragon, the sword which Harry took then was known as the Excalibur."

The Professors looked shocked.

"No, impossible. This is ridiculous, insane," cried Severus as his black eyes darted from Dumbledore to the bed which Harry laid in. "Professor Dumbledore! It's a lie!"

"I'm afraid that it's a fact," said Dumbledore heavily. "Harry had told me all about his first, second and third year in Hogwarts. He had also told me not to stop him but let himself have a chance to go against Lord Voldemort," the group flinched at the name. "Although he left out some details about young Ginny Weasley's involvement with the Chamber of Secrets, Hagrid's innocence, Sirius's innocence and many more. Maybe he doesn't want me to know too much. But he did tell me to plant out traps to lure him in getting the Philosopher's Stone, like the Mirror of Erised, placing Fluffy inside the school and sending him his Cloak during Christmas." Dumbledore said, as he looked Harry's bed. "I remember that I was planning to place the Stone in the bottom of the lake but then I remembered his words..."

"I'm surprised that how it worked out," grinned Dumbledore as he watched the shocked faces of the Professors. "I remember him telling me that to allow Harry to face his own rival will help to hone his skill and knowledge. I just hope that he will pull through this time."

Silence.

Then a hoarse voice said clearly thought the silence.

"Professor, I'm awake."

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Janet walked into the Common Room with questions buzzing in her head. Harry from Soviet Republic School of Sorcery? What the Hell is that? What was that light? The questions that disturbed her were endless. Janet could not understand a thing that the teachers that were talking about.

'Oh well, I will not get any thing from the Professors or Harry," concluded Janet as she gave the password, "The Boy-Who-Lived."

"As you wish," muttered the Fat Lady sleepily as the portrait swung forward to allow her to enter. Janet climbed into the Common Room and returned to her dormitory. There, she undressed and climbed into her bed where tiredness over took her and she drifted off to sleep.

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"Harry!" exclaimed Professor Dumbledore as he moved towards Harry who was standing by his bed.

"How are you?"

"Fine," Harry replied as he rubbed his neck. "Although I must admit that I'm sore all over."

"Just take a rest, Harry. You need it as you just unleashed a lot of magical energy in your- er - 'transformation'," said Dumbledore as he looked into Harry's eye with a cheerful twinkle and a trace of concern in his own.

"Transformation?"

"Actually, I don't know the word to describe what had just happened to you, but perhaps Merlin have an explanation for your show of Light, Power," said Dumbledore in the same cheerful voice.

"What show of power and light?" asked Harry, dazed.

Dumbledore looked worried, looking around his colleagues and said, "We better get to the Castle of Light as let Merlin explain to Harry. Harry let's go together. "

Muttering the password sunder their breath, the group disappeared without a sound and reappeared inside the Grand Hall of Light. Merlin's cheerfulness greeted them.

"Hello! I believe that you are here for information for Harry's sudden demonstration of his powers and light," said Merlin as he looked at the staff of Hogwarts. The amusement in his eyes was evident as he saw the looks on the Professors except Dumbledore. As Dumbledore knows that Merlin will reveal every thing when the moment is ripe, he was taking the event at his own step, unlike others. Harry looked puzzled as he tried to absorb what was happening around him. Max looked at Harry and said, "Yes, Merlin. Harry do have the sign of a great destiny in front of him after the display."

James chuckled lightly. Lily glared at her husband and turned towards Harry.

"Ignore your father, Harry. It seems that when he died, his sense of humor remained in the humane world instead of following him to own spiritual world."

"Ah, Lily dear, I'm not that bad, am I?"

"Dot, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot, " Said Harry wearily.

"What?" asked James, puzzled at the use of language by Harry.

"Morse code, Prongs," said Lily as she rolled her eyes and she looked at Harry. "But I have to agree that it was very good code to describe our present situation, Harry."

"What does is mean?" asked Snape.

"SOS, the short form for Save Our Soul," said Harry as he grinned broadly.

"For the first time, Harry, I have to agree with you," smile the greasy- haired Potion Master as he watch the shade of James Potter squirmed unpleasantly. Harry was brought back to earth, as Merlin looked at his forehead then his right arm, touching him. The freezing touch of Merlin actually was the reason of his return from Dreamland.

"Yes, he do have the mark," said Merlin softly. The shade of Merlin straightens up and said, "The transformation as you put it, had happened to both me and Max. The transformation had happened after I let some of my blood to save King Arthur while Max used it to save Princess Anri but none of us had reached the scale of Power that Harry was able to achieve just now."

Looking at Harry straight into his eyes, Merlin continued, "As Harry had unlocked almost all his power, which includes all his dormant ones, Harry would had suffer some depression when he was in a coma."

"Which means," interrupted Max. "Harry must have found hope which broke the hold of Darkness which had enveloped him when he found himself in his sub- conscious mind. His own soul must have told him that it is impossible to break the darkness away and he will become a vegetable."

"But some how, Harry managed to destroy this illusion and return to his own world without any help from outside by himself. Indeed his faith is strong and his trust of himself is strong," muttered Merlin. Harry looked clearly lost and he looked around and shouted, "OK! I'm lost! Can I get a sensible explanation from any of you?"

Merlin and Max sighed heavily.

"I'm afraid that it's impossible, my lord..."

"Don't call me Lord!" exclaimed Harry with anger flashing in his eyes. Some times, Harry forgets that it is important to collect his anger and keep his cool. When some one insult his parents or call him Lord of Light, Harry will blow his top.

"Fine! But ask no more, it can have adverse complications for the future. I had never knew about the future and I never will know until it happens," snapped Merlin with a bite of impatient.

"True," explained Max as he turned toward Harry Potter. "Some things are better left unknown until it happens, it's often better this way. Harry, we are sorry."

"I will return back to Hogwarts. Man do I have a headache!" groaned Harry and he disappeared away. Merlin shook his head heavily and said, "Of course you do, and you just recovered from the test of Faith and Trust. Harry, my dear boy, you have a lot more test to pass before you return to your father's time."

"Merlin, we have two new recruit with us today," said Dumbledore.

"Who?"

"Madam Poppy Promfey and Miss Florence Heycroft," said the Headmaster.

"Welcome to our group of, shall I said, 'Merry men' in this time of Darkness?" chuckled Merlin.

James Potter leaned forward and whispered in the ear of Lily Potter.

"Merlin can be so immature, Lily dear."

"Merlin is the father of modern magic, James. He have to deal with the stress," whispered Lily back. Max just happened to over heard their conversation, said, "Actually, this is the rather unpleasant side effect of joining the Order of Light above the age of eighteen."

Noticing Lily's worried look, Max added, "Don't worry, Harry had join the Order before eighteen so he will not be affected like them."

"I'm glad that he will not be like Merlin or Dumbledore, they both are a bit, you know..." Lily felt awkward to continue. Max seems to understand her uneasiness just smiled at her.

"Merlin, what was that light?" asked Professor Sprout.

"That was the awakening of Harry's power. He had sacrificed some of his blood to save another from the border of Death. I believe that Harry used it on an un-royal blood. The results may be good but the healer will take a heavy blow on himself or herself which may result in a quick death."

The group gasped. They had known Harry to be selfless but not to the extend to sacrifice his life so another will live to fight the Death Eaters another day.

"But I'm glad that Harry woke up so fast. His Quidditch match against the Slytherin house is scheduled next week. I know that Harry hated to lose his Quidditch match against the Slytherin. He will never forgive himself."

"I just hope that Tom Riddle will not strike Hogwarts when the international school Dueling Tournament and the international school Quidditch Tournament," said Dumbledore as he looked around the table as the staffs sat, looking at him.

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A note from your 'Lovely' author:

I have finally finished this chapter and I also managed to 'persuade' my uncle to loan me his Internet connection! I expect this story to last at least forty chappie. I just hope to finish this story before J. K. Rowling releases her Order of Phoenix. By the way, who know when it is coming out? Ah! Before I forget, someone sent me an e-mail asking me why had I changed the colour of Harry's eyes. The answer- Harry had yet to fully master his staff, therefore the change. I hope that all who read my story review it. Many thanks to the following reviewers. They are:

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