All characters owned by J K Rowling of course. I would like to thank cmar for beta reading this chapter.

Chapter Five – Harry Potter

Harry was falling to the ground fast. The wind was whistling past his eyes, and threatening to pull his glasses from his face.

He pointed his wand and shouted. "Adagio broom!"

Just before he would have crashed, with terminal consequences, his broom raced beneath him and he soared into the air.

He struggled to get his breath. What now? What could he do? What was going on? All these questions and more raced through his mind.

He wanted to see his friends again, but he didn't know if they were his friends anymore. He wanted to talk to Dumbledore, but something deep inside him was telling him "No." If fact it wasn't telling him it was screaming it at him. He closed his eyes for a moment and nearly fell off the broom in shock. When he closed his eyes he saw a misty white form in front of them.

What was that? What was going on? Who would have the answers? Who could he trust? He landed his broom just outside the school, and looked towards the wood. He could see a pair of yellow eyes gleaming at him. A silvery object went whistling towards him. More in shock than anything he blocked it with his broom. His broom fell to pieces. In the middle of it, in a smoking hole, was a knife. As he watched the knife fell to pieces.

He blinked back tears. He couldn't allow himself to get sentimental over his trusty broom. He drew his wand and stalked towards the wood. The yellow eyes started to disappear, and he could see a small form running away from him.

He ran through the wood. The roots and branches threatening to trip him up. He looked behind him. There was a tall, dark cloaked figure behind him. It seemed to float threateningly towards him. No! This was like his dream. He would not run from it this time.

He got his wand and aimed a spell at the apparition.

The spell travelled harmlessly through the ghost. He fired off another then a cold feeling swept through him and his reality changed...

He opened his eyes. For the first time he opened his eyes.

Below him he could see a pensieve. His thoughts were being dragged out of his mind by a wand. He looked up to see a white face with red eyes and a nose like a slits.

"So you are stronger than I thought," hissed Voldemort.

"What the hell is happening where am I?" Harry looked around him. He could see twenty to thirty death eaters in the black-cowled cloaks. There was a laughing sound at this.

"I have been extracting your mind thought by thought. I need to know where I failed last time and how I can succeed this time. If you had only talked to Dumbledore I would now know."

"None of that was real?"

"It was an illusion caused by me dragging your worthless thoughts out of your mind a frond at a time."

Harry struggled against the person holding him but he was too strong. "How long have I been here for?"

"Only five minutes but to your mind it would seem like weeks. I created the world inside your mind to try to get the information I desire. You are in the Forbidden Forest outside Hogwarts." His voice changed. "Oh help me Harry! Help me!" He said in Hermione's voice. "You were easy to entice out here. Before I kill you, I must know how you defeated me before boy and what the prophecy is?"

"I'll never tell you!" Shouted Harry sounding braver than he felt. There was a swishing sound around him, as the circle of death-eaters got closer.

There was a long, long silence. Harry looked at the imperturbable face of Voldemort. His red eyes narrowed.

"So be it," he hissed. He drew his wand and pointed it at Harry's face. "Your death will be a monument to my mastery. The manner of your death will be whispered about in shock for hundreds of years after this moment."

Harry's stomach felt like it had turned to liquid. He tried to struggle against his unseen captors but couldn't. He could see sparks begin to form around Voldemort's wand.

A voice suddenly rang out. "Tom Marvalo Riddle."

Voldemort span around at Dumbledore's voice and Harry saw a way out. He kicked his captor on the knee, which meant the death eater who had hold of him loosened his grip. He elbowed the death-eater in the throat and leapt at Voldemort with a cry. He didn't have a wand but he grabbed Voldemort's wand hand and pointed it at Voldemort's head. The spell that had been gathering its energies erupted over Voldemort.

There was a high pitched screaming and Voldemort fell back into the pensieve, his face already blistering and smoking as the spell hit it. Harry looked around him. Dumbledore and some of the other Hogwarts teachers were fighting against the death-eaters. It was very one sided. The shock at seeing their master fall into the pensieve and Dumbledore's powers meant that they barely had a chance to raise a wand hand before they were stunned and tied up. A few apparated out but most of them were caught.

Harry's knees gave way and he collapsed on the ground in front of the pensieve. He picked up his wand in front of him and put it in his pocket. Suddenly the memories of what happened came back to him. He was just walking back to Hogwarts after a late Quidditch training day when he had heard Hermione's voice coming from the Forbidden Forest. It was stupid but he was tired and not thinking straight. He walked into the Forbidden Forest. Hermione's voice always sounding further and further away until he had walked straight into a circle of death-eaters and Voldemort himself. Voldemort tried to extract the information from him about his previous defeats. He cast Harry into an alternative reality and extracted all his thoughts into the Pensieve. He looked up and could see a stream of thoughts flowing out of the pensieve and back into his head. The doll was Voldemort's form in the alternative reality.

Dumbledore walked up to Harry.

"How did you know where I was?"

"I have several detection charms placed around the Forest. Voldemort triggered them off and so did you."

"Is he really dead?" Asked Harry pointing at the body of Voldemort sticking out of the pensieve.

"That is another question entirely. You can not kill what does not truly live."

Harry walked back to Hogwarts still in a daze. Just how much had been real and how much had been an illusion. He had no real way of knowing.

Around him was the swishing sound of aurors apparating in. He was still in shock and he started to shake, as the adrenaline in his system had nowhere to go. He looked behind him, Dumbledore was organising the other wizards. He was suddenly alone. He wanted to speak to the Hermione and Ron. He needed to find out how much of the past two weeks had been real and how much hadn't. He walked towards Hogwarts a hundred thoughts racing through his head. Students were starting to run out of the castle towards the edge of the Forest. Harry walked past them in a daze.

"Harry! Harry!" He heard a girls voice shout.

He turned around and looked at Hermione. "Hermione!"

"Harry! Thank god you are well. We have been so worried! What have you…"

Harry raised a hand to silence the stream of words.

"I have just met a very nasty version of you," said Harry looking at her. Her eyes widened at this. "Tell me how many demons have you summoned recently?"

"Demons! That's dark magic I would never do magic outside the curriculum!"

"Thank you Hermione, that's all I wanted to know." He breathed a sigh of relief. At least she was sounding normal.

"Harry mate, where they hell have you been?" Said Ron punching him non-too gently on the arm.

"Ron. Quick question. How many houses are in Hogwarts and what are they called?"

"You've gone mad mate."

"Just answer the question."

"Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slugerin, sorry Slytherin. If you want to know anything more about them, talk to history girl." He pointed to Hermione.

Harry hugged him with pleasure. "Good to see you again, Ron."

Ron pushed him away. "You've gone weird mate. I only saw you an hour ago?"

Harry smiled. "Not to me you didn't."

Hermione grabbed Harry's hand. "Come on Harry. You look like you need some food and some rest."

They walked through the grounds of Hogwarts towards the castle chatting all the while. For the first time in a long time Harry started relaxing. He answered the questions as well as he could with Ron and Hermione, although some of it was difficult because he didn't know all the answers.

Several times tied up death eaters were carried past them. Harry felt a chill. Dementor's were starting to turn up in the grounds, floating ragged cloaks. He could feel them start to try and suck his feelings from him. Several lecturers created the patronus charm to get them to keep their distance. Harry got his wand from his pocket but he didn't need to use a spell.

They walked into the castle. Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey bustled past them. "Harry! Harry! Thank Merlin you are still safe."

"Come on Harry," said Madam Pomfrey grabbing his elbow. "He needs to go to the hospital wing to be checked out."

"I feel fine," said Harry shaking off her grasp.

"I think you should see her?" said Dumbledore looking concerned.

"Honestly, I'm fine," said Harry.

"Come on then Harry," said Dumbledore, "you can tell me all about it up in my office with some marshmallows and hot chocolate."

Harry followed Dumbledore. He was too be honest starting to feel rather tired. Ron and Hermione trailed him quietly. Dumbledore stopped at a gargoyle and whispered the passcode to it. "Jelly babies." The gargoyle stepped out of the way and revealed a door leading to a staircase. They all climbed up it to the top.

It was a large and beautiful circular room, full of strange little sounds and curious scents. A number of peculiar silver instruments stood on spindle-legged tables, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. Some of the smoke took the shape of small winged dragons that flew around the room before disappearing. The walls were covered with portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses, all of whom were snoozing gently in their frames. When they walked in some there was some gentle coughing and one younger headmaster ran around the room and elbowed some of the older ones awake. There was also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tattered wizard's hat -- the Sorting Hat.

Harry, Hermione and Ron sat down on some large comfy chairs. Dumbledore gave them all huge mugs of hot chocolate that they started eagerly gulping down.

"So Harry," said Dumbledore with a twinkle in his eye, "what did Tom Riddle want with you then?"

"Let him finish his marshmallows!" Said one elderly headmaster in his picture. There was a coughing and shuffling sound from the other pictures as they put on glasses and in once case raised an old brass hearing horn to his ear.

Harry was feeling warm and comfortable, the hot chocolate and his ordeal was making him feel tired. "He wanted to know how he was defeated before and what the prophecy was."

Dumbledore seemed to perk up slightly at this. "And you told him?"

"No."

He seemed to be rather relieved at this.

"What prophesy, what is it all about?" Said Ron.

Harry sighed and started speaking. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ..."

Dumbledore started laughing. "That is all it is?" His laugh started getting higher pitched and his voice deepened. "That is what the dark lord has been fearing for so long. All he has to do is kill you?" Dumbledore appeared to change in front of him. The room around him turned misty and disappeared and the paintings and furniture warped and changed. Harry looked around him in shock as Ron and Hermione started grinning widely and changed to two cloaked and masked death eaters. In front of him he could see a pensieve again. He looked around him. Death eaters surrounded him and surrounding them was a circle of floating dementor's and the huge shadows in the distance had to be giants. There was a distant cracking and crashing sound as the giants made the clearing bigger. Where Dumbledore had been standing was the dark lord himself. Voldemort.