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There was enough light to see that the figure was wearing a dark red velvet cloak. He lowered his head so that his chin was nearly touching his chest and slowly pushed his cloak back.

He had black hair. Messy black hair, about shoulder length it looked like. Raising his head his he looked straight into Albus Dumbledore's blue eyes.

"Do you know me now Professor?" he asked softly.

Dumbledore's eyes widened. His throat constricted and he was sure that he stopped breathing.

The man reached up his right hand pushed his hair out of his forehead. A jagged cut graced his forehead.

Hermione and Ron Gasped. Hermione put her hand to her mouth not daring to believe.

Dumbledore took a step forward, and then another, and then another one. He kept going until he was less then meter in front of the stranger.

The rest of the order watched riveted as their leader reached his hand up and touched his long fingers to the scar, tracing the lightening bolt almost reverently. He moved his arms and gripped the man's shoulders. A lone tear made its way down the old wizards face while twinkling blue eyes met jade green.

"I know you very well son. It is so wonderful to see you again Harry."

And with that he pulled him into a hug.

CHAPTER THREE

Air was starting to become a problem for Harry, his mentor had him in a tight embrace that would have put Hagrid to shame. But he ignored it all and opted to hug the old man back with just as much enthusiasm.

Finally breaking the hug, Dumbledore held Harry's shoulders and set him away, just enough so that he could look into his eyes. Eye's twinkling he looked Harry up and down and broke into a huge smile.

"It has been a while my boy. I should have known that sooner or later I would see you."

Harry returned the smile with a watery grin of his own and instead of answering chose to hug him again instead. Dumbledore understood of course, they hadn't said goodbye the last time around, his death had been sudden.

Stepping back Harry wiped away the tears that had escaped his eyes and flashed a apologetic smile to his mentor.

"I've missed you more then you know. If I had realised that dying would have sent me here I would have done it earlier," he joked.

Dumbledore laughed and slapped him on the back, he was about to reply before a trembling voice spoke from behind him.

"H-Harry?"

Harry gave a lopsided smile as tears blurred his vision of his best friend.

"Hullo Ron..... You remember me then?" he said uncertainly.

Ron Weasley gave a tremulous laugh which hitched on a sob and took a running step, grabbing his best friend into a hug he pounded him on the back before clutching him like a man drowning. He felt Harry return the hug with as much intensity and faintly heard him whisper how it was good to see him, how he missed him, and every other thing that best friends say to each other after coming back from the dead. Ron, too lost in his joy and exhilaration, couldn't really hear it all.

It was a few minutes before either man let go, but when they did Ron was pushed out of the way by brown haired female that was part of this legendary trio.

Enfolding Harry in a bear hug, Hermione proceeded to sob all over his shoulder. Shoulders violently shuddering with sobs, she released all the pent up emotions that had consumed her since the day she awoke to find Harry was not there with them. Her relief that Harry was really here with them now had all but driven her over the edge, right into the emotional wreck that the current Order members associated with the past Hermione.

The victim of her rib cracking hold and the shoulder in which she had soaked, temporarily forgot that he was never comfortable around crying and emotional females, held her lovingly (or as lovingly as one could with a restricted supply of air) and muttered comforting words into her ear instead. Looking over her shoulder to Ron he saw him shrug and mouth the words 'mental' before grinning and throwing himself into the hug too.

Looking on in confusion the Order members watched as their leader and their two best members had an emotional reunion with the scar-headed stranger. They didn't know who he was but if Albus Dumbledore trusted him (and he must have, how often do you see the most powerful light wizard in the world forget 'constant vigilance' so as to hug a complete stranger?) and Ron/Hermione trusted him then he was probably safe. So lowering their wands, though not putting it away (even though Albus trusted him they still didn't know who he was) they stood and waited for the trio to remember that they were still there.

And waited. And waited. And waited. Before Sirius finally gave up and cleared his throat. And cleared it again louder. Before coughing loudly. And then finally giving up altogether and interrupted the emotional group hug (sans Dumbledore who was watching the scene with goddamned twinkle and a smile).

"Excuse me!"

The trio still ignored them, they had broken apart from their group hug and instead had their arms linked while standing in a mini circle. The duo looking at Harry and Harry looking between each of the duo. Dumbledore on the other hand had heard him and smiled at him like he had just seen him, and they had not just finished fighting a group of death eaters (which were still stunned (or injured) on the ground).

"Excuse me!!" he said, this time much louder.

Dumbledore smiled at him before reaching into his robe, the order members (and Sirius) thinking that he was finally going to help them gain their attention, looked on as he took out his lemon drops instead. Popping one into his mouth he looked back. And smiled.

Sirius had had enough of waiting. He was at his wit's end, he didn't like being ignored and he was tired. It was getting darker, and it was getting cold. Their happy reunion could wait. Opening his mouth he was beaten to it by James.

"EXCUSE ME!" he all but yelled.

The trio started and looked to him. Hermione had a disgruntled look on her face that said 'did you really need to shout?', while Ron's face clearly said 'your still here?'. It was the strangers face that was the most intriguing. Illuminated by 'lumos' spells cast by order members, the most experienced Members watched the flow of emotions skitter across his face as he looked at James...and then Lily. Amazement, denial, joy and sadness followed one after another before he took on a blank mask.

James filed away the stranger's reaction to be brought out and queried later. Instead he focused on the trio.

"I hate to interrupt what is obviously a happy reunion but we were wondering Albus what to do with them," he said nodding towards the death eaters.

Albus looked at the trio, the elation was starting to wear off and it wouldn't be long before exhaustion would follow. Reading Harry's aura he saw that he was near magical exhaustion and that chances were, he'd be unconscious for a few days. Making up his mind he took out his second packet of unopened lemon drops (all eyebrows went up at this), and muttered a spell.

"Alastor, Kinglsey, James and Sirius. Kindly take our masked friends to the headquarters holding cells. I mean no offence to our Aurors but I do not know if the treachery within the ministry has spread to our crime department. I think we would all be happier if they were where we could keep an eye on them. For now.

I apologise to those who were injured. In my joy I had momentarily forgotten you. Lily, Alice, if you will. If they are badly hurt take them to St. Mungo's but if you can treat them adequately at headquarters then do so."

Lily and Alice nodded, they had already sent Sturgis Podmore to St. Mungos with Catherine and Lewis as his guards. He was the only one with a major injury.

"Can you send along Poppy, Albus?" asked Lily, as she conjured a Port-key for Tonks (she had broken her arm as she tripped over a fleeing chicken).

Albus nodded before replying. "I'll send her over but she might be otherwise engaged, if you need her expertise contact me and I'll send her right over."

By the end of his reply most of the injured (which numbered 10) had been port-keyed away. There were only about 4 death-eaters remaining on the ground, but they quickly disappeared too as Sirius grabbed them, none too gently.

"As for the rest of you, get some rest, and get something to eat. I thank you for your help. I will contact you concerning our next meeting," he said to all those that still remained. He noticed that the only Weasley still there was Ron, discerning this Remus answered his unspoken question.

"Molly was hurt with the Cruciatus curse when she came out to help Hermione and Ron," he said sadly. Ron froze and looking quickly at his friends he took off running towards the house.

Hermione looked at Harry, torn between wanting to support her boyfriend and not wanting to leave her best friends side. Harry sensing this mentally smiled, he'd missed this.

"Go Hermione," hugging her lightly, he gave her a gentle push. "Ron needs you. I won't go anywhere I promise. We'll talk later, I'll be with Albus."

Smiling in relief she stood on tiptoe and pecked Harry on the cheek. She hugged him once more and then stared at Albus with a look that promised pain if anything should happen to Harry before they saw him again. She then took off running after Ron.

Looking around Harry saw that it was only Albus, Remus, McGonagall, Hagrid and himself remaining. Now that everyone else had gone Harry felt his exhaustion start to build. It had been a long and emotional day and he just wanted to lie down and get some sleep.

Ignoring the enquiring gaze from those still present, Dumbledore held out his packet of Lemon Drops motioning for all of them to put a hand on it.

"It will take us straight to the Infirmary," he said teasingly, "really Harry, there's no need to groan."

Remus, McGonagall and Hagrid gave Harry a surprised look when he replied, "Once you've spent as much time there as me, then you can try to lecture me on my reactions. And no, visiting me whilst in that blasted place doesn't count."

Albus could only laugh at this as the Port-key activated with the password, "welcome home."

Appearing in the hospital wing, Harry stumbled and had to hold onto Hagrid to stop himself from kissing the ground.

"Albus what in the world?!" came the enraged voice of one Poppy Pomfrey.

Dumbledore took a quick step back, he had forgotten that said nurse hated people appearing out of thin air inside her Hospital. The wizened Headmaster did some quick thinking, trying to think of a way to extradite himself out of the telling off he was going to receive soon and thinking of a way to get Harry to submit to a look over from the nurse. Deciding that there was only one option (he had noticed that Harry was slowly backing out towards the Infirmary Door where Hagrid and McGonagall had successfully disappeared), and that it thankfully took care of two birds with one stone, he hoped that Harry would forgive him, and said so out loud.

"Forgive me Harry," he whispered out of the side of his mouth.

Harry stop startled and was about to ask 'for what?' when he noticed the calculating twinkle in the old man's eyes. Oh no! This is not good, he thought to himself. And indeed it wasn't.

"Poppy, my dear," he said in a soothing oh-it's-a-tragedy sort of voice, "this young man here is Harry, and I believe he's suffering from exhaustion and something else. I did not want to appear in the entrance hall and then have him climb all those stairs in his unknown state."

The nurse turned her head sharply to where Harry was frozen in shock. That manipulative Bastard! he was internally screaming. The old codger, having some idea as to what Harry was calling him latched on to Harry's arm with strength that denied his age, and dragged him towards himself.

"Why look at him, he looks just about to collapse," he carried on, although his voice had changed to an 'if-you-don't-see-it-then-your-not-really-good-at-what-you-do' tone. "I apologise profusely Poppy dear, but you must see that I had no choice."

Poppy, faced with a dilemma, torn between berating Albus and helping an injured patient decided he could do the former later. Grabbing the young man called Harry, she marched him over to the nearest bed (which ironically was the bed Harry usually occupied) and pushed him onto it, with a sharp no-nonsense "SIT!" which was then followed by "LIE BACK!" and then in a tone that screamed 'do not even think of doing otherwise' "RELAX!"

Harry sat, Harry lay back, but try as he might (and he really was trying, really really hard) he could not relax. He cursed Dumbledore over and over again and found that it was helping somewhat, looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw said headmaster trying to sneak out of the ward. Relax! She says, I know just how to relax.

"Madame Pomfrey, I'm a little bit worried about Professor Dumbledore too," he said in a solemn voice. "He looked quite peaky when the Death Eater almost hit him with that really nasty looking curse that probably would have broken his ribs or ripped his head off or even impaled him with a tree trunk."

Madame Pomfrey paled and stiffened with each scenario of what the curse could have done, and whipped around to look at the Headmaster who had just reached the doors to the ward.

"ALBUS! BED! NOW!" she yelled. Marching over to the nearest bed she stood with hands on hips while waiting for the Headmaster to reach her.

Albus turned around slowly, and walked in a way that one would usually associate with people going to their death and people with nothing left to live for. He shot Harry a look that clearly said 'I love you dear boy, but why did you have to come back to life'. The blasted boy (in which Dumbledore had taken to calling him in his head) just smirked back at him and then whispered out of the corner of his mouth, "your forgiven Albus". Blasted boy indeed.

The Nurse had not seen all this of course and had made Albus lie back, much the way she had Harry. She then told him in no uncertain terms not to move or else he'd have to face dire consequences, and turned back to her former patient. Whatever spell she started to cast on Harry must have told her whatever it was that she was looking for, because she paled considerably again, before eyes flashing (which signified an oncoming tantrum), she let loose.

"WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU BEEN DOING TO YOURSELF?!!! MAGICAL EXHAUSTION!! YOU BOYS GO AROUND CASTING SPELLS LEFT RIGHT AND CENTRE WITH ABSOLUTELY NO REGARDS TO HOW IT AFFECTS YOU. NONE AT ALL!! WHY ON EARTH THE HIGHER BEINGS GAVE YOU PEOPLE BRAINS I WILL NEVER KNOW, ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY NEGLECTED TO GIVE YOU INSTRUCTION MANUALS ON HOW TO USE THEM!"

Turning around on her heels she stalked out of the ward to a room at the back where they could still hear her muttering under her breath about immaturity, given a wand not knowing how to use it, and how men thought they could hide their inadequacies by overusing magic. The latter insulted both Harry and Dumbledore to no end as they both thought they had no inadequacies, thank you very much.

Marching back in she flicked her wand and changed Harry's clothes to hospital wear, and then preceded to hand potion after potion to Harry and ordering him to drink it. The last potion Harry knew quite well, as he was very familiar with the effects. Dreamless sleep Potion. Haven't tasted that in a while, was his last thought before he succumbed to unconsciousness.

Dumbledore having seen what happened to Harry decided that he didn't want to go that way at all. Putting on his most charming smile (extra wattage), he decided to use his slytherin side.

"Poppy, I don't believe I need Dreamless Sleep Potion," he said enthusiastically, "I have much to do tod –"

Poppy interrupted him with a 'what-on-earth-would-you-know' glare and a 'i-will-do-what-I-want' pose.

"Unfortunately Albus, I beg to differ. You're far too happy, and that is concrete evidence that you are suffering from some type of exhaustion. Now drink this.....and this......and this....and finally this...."

Albus not being able to halter Poppy while she was on a war path did as he was told and drank each potion as it was handed to him. Wanting to give it one last try he held the last vial and looked at her with begging eyes.

"I'll just have a little nap then Poppy, I have much to do."

The nurse looked at Albus with a gaze that was unlike the calculating one he had given to Harry, "alright Albus. Give me the vial, I'll dilute the dosage and it should knock you out for a few hours at most."

The headmaster beamed at the nurse and handed the vial over, silently congratulating himself on a manipulation well done. Taking the vial back he downed it in one go, and then settled himself into his hospital bed. Muttering a small thank you to Poppy he started to drift away.

"Very good Albus, you should wake up by tomorrow evening," she said triumphantly.

Albus eyes, which had been drifting close, snapped open. His voice slurred with the effects of the potion he said, "bu' yoush'd a fu 'oursh."

Poppy looked startled for a minute before saying, "yes, yes I did say that it would only be a few hours didn't I? Whoopsie Daisy. Must have performed that spell incorrectly."

Then she smiled victoriously down at him and sauntered away.

That wretched cow! Was his last thought before sinking into oblivion.

Authors Note:

Just a quick update, I was going to add on some more to the end of this chapter, but I thought that the reunion of the Trio had to be in a chapter of its own. Not much action or interaction with other characters, but that will probably occur in the next chapter. And if not the chapter after that.

For those of you who are wondering why the Order Member's didn't react negatively to seeing Harry the answer is that 'Parricida' and Harry 'The-boy-who-defeated-Voldemort' Potter don't look the same. Situations and upbringings contributed largely to this. After all 'raised by Dursley's' and 'raised by lily and james' would have different effects on how the Harry's would eventually turn out.

Which brings me to what I've decided my future Authors note's are going to be about.

To try and keep explanations about Harry's powers and what-not in the story to an acceptable length, if I still think you'll be confused I'll explain it in more depth in the Author's note. I know it'll make for a really long A/N but it means that the story will not drag halfway through the middle because of some technical explanations. I hope that this is alright with you all. If you don't want me to do that, then let me know in the reviews and I'll include it in the story instead.

This does not mean though that you should be expecting long and detailed analysis of something or other, no, it's just a precaution against something like the previous chapter happening; In which there was a huge explanation that (I believe) dragged the story into a science fest.

Oh, and if there are any questions asked in the reviews, like other author's I'll be answering it here too. But you probably already know that anyway, as intelligent as you all are :D.

Thank you very much to the following for your criticism, support and regular dozes of Benzodiazophine:

Kaylee-Smith: I have a beta for my other story, and as much as I want to use a beta I become an absolute wreck when I think someone else is reading and correcting my story. I know it's ridiculous considering the fact that I then post it and other's will be reading it anyway (totally nullifies the point really) but when I post it I can't change it, I can't delete it (well technically I can, but once it's on there it's too late to go back), and I can't criticize myself and then retract it. Basically ignoring a beta means I save myself from being a complete and utter mental case more then once. This way, I only do it once, when I post the story. But thank you for offering :D I hope you bear with me as you read the story and find errors, I'll try my hardest to proof-read, spell check and correct but my circuits are fried with anxiety sometimes...sorry. Anyway, thanks for reviewing.

Centra-gal86: I've updated twice now (count it, 3 chapters now :D). It's now your move and your turn. Happy people! Thanks for the review.

Von: Believe it or not, your first review was what made me bloody nervous for the second chapter. "hm. Too early to say anything yet. I await the next chapter." Can someone say swinging axe falling? :D I was much happier when I got your second review though, my sigh of relief probably echoed yours. Well, trying to find my way through your review :D I'm useless in interpretive dance sorry, I think I can answer a few of your questions. Yes his magic is powerful enough to manifest his own body, so therefore no dark mark for our Harry (whom I love with a Vengeance). Can't say the same for 'Parricida' though. As for height and body-shape. As I said somewhere in the beginning of this A/N, Light Harry's upbringing contributes to the changes between the two. Dark Harry will be a little bit taller, as there was nothing to stunt his growth, he had a healthy childhood with Lily and James Potter. He might be a little more thinner then light Harry but that's only because he's constantly in the presence of evil and Dementors. Even if they are different, Dementors would affect anyone. Light Harry though sick in his other life is no longer so, his magic gave him a healthier (not he-man/tarzan/Hercules) body in preparation for his return to large uses of raw magic, I'm picturing David Beckham build (minus abs...that's too unbelievable for me). You will find that Harry has taken a step back in his magical development, you'll see it later on in the story. I hope that helps somewhat. And thank you for reviewing.

Huggiebear: Original Idea? Nope...sorry to disappoint you :( I would love to have been the genius that came up with the 'Harry hop over to other dimension' plot, but unfortunately I'm quite slow on the uptake. I apologise for not being able to explain it better. I'll probably find another way to explain it later on (much later, maybe I'll use Voldemort, he needs other lines then 'kill Potter', 'Kill Dumbledore', 'Crucio', 'Avada Kedavra' and the oh so common 'Mwahahahahaha'). I can't wait for Harry vs Harry too....oh...wait a moment, I'm the one writing it :nervous laughter, looks around anxiously: Thanks for the review though.

Whisperkey: I hope it wasn't an anti-climatic moment when the real Harry did come into the story. I hate disappointing people. And thank you for reviewing.

Gallandro-83: I think it'll be a while before Harry can enjoy his new life in peace. He'll enjoy it, yes, but probably as much as a convict's last meal, the sole reason why he's there is to help fight a war that he's already won once before. Sad I know, but without that there's no story :D. Harry has to suffer in same way in order for there to be a story. As for the Parsletongue thing, I was reading a slash story (btw, this will not be a slash story, I couldn't write romance (hetero one's even) to save my life) and Harry was using parsletongue in a more intimatesituation and I thought to myself, 'Harry can use Parsletongue to say his spells, much more useful'. So there you have it, a scientific discovery :D I'm a genius! A genius I tell you! No....not really. As for the Centero spell, :in singsong voice: "I'm not going to tell." Thank you for reviewing.

Loverofthedarkness: :D I always leave people confused (inadvertently of course) and then clear it up for them in a later chapter (also inadvertently). I'm good like that. Thank you for reviewing.

Willow Ann Rover: I made you cry? Surely I'm not that bad a writer! :D Thank you for the compliments (see my blush), I wouldn't go as far as saying brilliant or fantastic (see my modesty) but I'm trying really hard. Hence my appalling update rate and lack of proof-reading. Lol. Thank you for reviewing. :starts humming "don't cry for me argentina":

Anon: I can sympathise with you on the whole late to Uni thing. I'm late to Uni frequently too because of Fanfiction. Note to self: enquire with uni law office reading fanfics can count under compassionate consideration. :D Thank you very much, and I won't abandon this fic...frequently have long gaps in updating, yes, but not abandon. Did I say that last part out loud?? Your late to Uni, Go!

Spezlee: LMAO. You would be surprised how many fic's I've read that I've given up on because the spelling was atrocious, the grammar was poor and the punctuation was non-existant. I just didn't want anyone to do the same with mine. I refuse to be a hypocrite....but unfortunately the voices in my head don't agree with me on that. Thank you for reviewing, and you will see more of it.

Lady Gallatea Ravenclaw: Did you get your username from the Amulet of Time fics? Thank you for ignoring my mistakes (the voices are rejoicing, "the invisibility cloaks worked!" they're saying). My explanations of the magical reserves was absolute dog's poo. Made it up and stuck with it, even though I confused myself in no end. I'm stubborn like that, my mother was right, I really don't know what's good for me. But thank you for your compliments. One thing my mother didn't say was that reviewers know best.

Suck up Complete. Fourth Chapter writing commencing.

See you soon.

Stahchild (and her voices, :said voice barges in: "IM HER BLOODY MUSE! IF SHE CAN'T GIVE ME THE RESPECT I DESERVE THEN I'LL LEAVE HER TO DROWN IN A PUDDLE OF HER OWN MAKING! REALLY! AUTHOR'S THESE DAYS, MAKING ME SOUND LIKE A MEMBER OF THE PEANUT GALLERY!")