The-Boy-Who-Lived-Again...

Chapter Twenty two

The second Harry realized what happened, he fled Trelawney's body and returned to his own. He felt utterly disgusted with himself, even if it was an accident. The thought of being to control someone's body and mind was so morally wrong to him, that he just couldn't comprehend doing it. But he had. He had just possessed Professor Trelawney.

'My god. I'm no better than Voldemort.' Harry thought.

Harry brooded for awhile longer, before reaching a decision on what he would do.

'I'm not going to tell anyone unless I really have no choice. And I will NEVER use the possession part of the power. All I will do is spy.' Harry thought.

Satisfied with his verdict, he decided to seek out Professor Snape and talk to him. For some reason, Harry liked to confide in Snape, even though his former self hated the man. He thought of Snape as trustworthy.

Harry knocked on the door to Snape's office. A few seconds later, Harry heard the sound of locks opening. The door swung open revealing the Professor.

"Can we talk?" Harry asked.

"We already are, in case you didn't notice." Snape said with sarcasm. "Come in."

Once Snape had all the locks and charms back in place, Harry spoke.

"Did you tell Dumbledore?" Harry asked.

"No." Snape said. "I fed him the information from your dream and told him they were things I observed at the meeting."

"Thanks." Harry said, making a move to get up and leave.

"You're hiding something Potter." Snape told him. "Spit it out or I will tell Dumbledore. Don't try to hide things from me. I know you too well."

Harry sighed. 'I should have known he'd guess.' Harry thought.

"Do you have time for a long story?" Harry asked.

"Yes." Snape replied simply.

Harry went into his story about the Oracle of the lake, and that she gave him powers. He was nearly halfway through his story when his scar burned white hot. Harry screamed in agony, and passed out.

"My lord." Wormtail said, dropping to one knee. "I thank you for freeing me from my prison. I have most urgent news for you!"

"Ssssspeak child. Tell me what you know." Voldemort hissed.

"Harry Potter is alive my lord. He is Harry Davison. He just has glamour charms to keep people from recognizing him."

For the first time Harry had seen, Voldemort smiled. It was the scariest thing Harry had ever seen.

"My child. Ssssstand before me. You will be rewarded." Voldemort hissed.

Wormtail stood and took a few steps closer to Voldemort.

"You will receive sssssome of my powersss now." Voldemort hissed again.

Voldemort placed his hands on Pettigrew's head and Peter started screaming in agony. Peter's features started to distort, and Harry knew no more.

Harry came to on the floor of Snape's office. There was a damp cloth on his forehead, and Snape was standing over him.

"I assume you saw something?" Snape asked.

"Yes. We've got problems. Voldemort knows who I am..." Harry replied.

"You know what this means don't you?" Snape asked.

Harry nodded. "We have to tell Dumbledore about me."

"I believe you were telling me about the Merfolk Oracle." Snape prompted. "Give me an abbreviated version."

"OK. She gave me an ability of sorts. It recently manifested itself. I can spy on anyone, anywhere, and possess people." Harry said bluntly.

Snape looked like he was going to faint.

"That needs to be told to Dumbledore as well." Snape replied.

"That it does, Professor. That it does."