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This is a Harry Potter story of my version about what will happen to Harry in the end of book 7. All characters and many plot elements are based on the Harry Potter Novels by J.K. Rowling. If you read this I assume that you have read all 5 existing books and know about the storyline of the Harry Potter books.

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Chapter 1: Occlumencists

"I got in. I found it," said Harry, quite calmly for the circumstances. He opened his vivid green eyes, which had developed a deep sad quality over the past 3 years. Harry glanced back and forth between Snape and Dumbledore then continued, "I found out how to get into his headquarters."

This was met with surprise by the small company in the headmaster's office. "Are you sure, Harry? This is highly sensitive information," replied Dumbledore with an uncharacteristic sense of uncertainty in his voice. "Voldemort is without a doubt the secret keeper of his whereabouts, but he would certainly keep that information well protected, even in his mind."

"Yes, Potter," sneered Snape. "You seem to forget in your pride of your occlumenctic ability, that the Dark Lord is the most supreme occlumencist of this century. You certainly don't have the stupidity to be fooled by his tricks again, do you?"

Harry felt his face grow hot with rage. "How dare he bring up Sirius! And better yet, my mistake of falling for Voldemort's trick and causing his death. The git." Harry thought.

Harry and Snape had tried to work through their hatred of one another over the past few years, for after all, they were on the same side and Snape did give Harry Occlumency lessons. However, the bitterness still lingered, and needless to say, egging Harry on about Sirius was not the best remedy.

"Severus, that is quite enough," said Dumbledore calmly but sternly. "This is not the time. Now Harry, are you sure of what you saw? Are you sure it was the Death Serpent's headquarters?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Harry, composed again. "It was certainly the headquarters. That was clear to me."

"Did Voldemort sense your presence? Did he know you had broken into his mind?"

Harry answered, "No, Professor. He didn't –"

"How do you know! Yet again you underestimate the Dark Lord!" screeched Snape.

"No, I bloody well didn't! I've been trying to reach this part of his mind for months, but whenever I pushed even just the slightest bit, I could tell that he felt me! This time I didn't push, but asked his conscious mind in Parseltounge to pull me in! And it worked!"

"And how do you know that's just what the Dark Lord wanted you to do?" countered Snape.

Harry had been worried about the truthfulness of his information as well, but the explanation of how he had gotten the information came to him as if he had known exactly how Voldemort felt. Frankly, this scared him more than anything, but as soon as he said the words, he knew they were true. "I- I dunno. I could just tell. He felt me, I think. Yeah, that's it; that's why. He sensed me in his mind just a bit, but not in the protected part. It must have been like when I sleep. It was at night that I got in, so that would be the obvious deduction. See, my mind subconsciously drifts into his at night when I sleep, and this time was like that. So he paid no attention to me because he knew that it was normal and that I would never find out anything useful while sleeping. So he assumed I was just drifting in his mind as I slept, yet I was awake and alert searching his brain." Harry finished speaking his sudden thought, comprehending these feeling as if he was Voldemort himself.

"Harry, I must know: are you certain that this information is true?" Dumbledore asked again. Harry was thrown a bit off guard, for Dumbledore had never been this indecisive before about anything, even whether or not to believe Harry's numerous far-fetched recountings of events. Dumbledore was not himself tonight.

"Yes. The only reason I was able to hack into his brain was because I asked for access. He expected me to force my way through, I suppose."

'Dumbledore is finally asking the important question,' thought Harry when Dumbledore asked, "What did you learn?"

"You believe this nonsense, Headmaster!" spat a disgusted Snape.

"I do, Severus. You and I have trained Harry in Occlumency well, and I think the work has finally paid off. Alas, the time is coming near." Dumbledore finished this comment with a desperately sad spark in his bright blue eyes. He appeared to be an ancient man, stretched thin across thousands of years of time. But then Dumbledore came back to himself, and said, "Harry, where are these headquarters?"

"They are located beneath my parents' old house on Godric's Hollow. No one resides there anymore, so I suppose that is convenient for the Death Eaters to come and go."

"Interesting, very interesting," replied Dumbledore more to himself than to Harry or Snape. He was stroking his silver beard with the unusually long fingers he possessed, apparently engrossed in thought.

"Who is at the headquarters now?" asked Snape now fascinated by the conversation.

"Voldemort," Harry answered. "And only about ten Death Eaters. Voldemort knew of two large scale raids the Ministry is conducting tonight on Malfory's unit and Bellatrix's unit. Many of the guards are on active duty helping the squads that are under attack. So only about ten guards are left in Godric's Hollow."

"This is irreplaceable information. Do you think you could ever reenter this part of Voldemort's brain?" asked Dumbledore, seeming to know the answer but needing to hear it for himself.

Harry considered for a moment. "No," he eventually replied. "He'll find this information in my head in a couple days from now and realize that I got it from his own mind. And then he'll know."

"Exactly as I expected," Dumbledore replied, obviously still deep in thought. "Severus can you please alert Mad-Eye, Tonks, Kingsly, Remus, Hagrid and Minerva. And Fawkes, please warn phoenix division numbers one and two. I would like to see them meet me here in about 15 minutes. Thank you both."

Fawkes disappeared with a flash of light, and a single feather fell to the ground as Snape quickly sulked out of Dumbledore's office.

"Harry, now I must ask you something, and I want you to truly consider the consequences before you answer. I wish I did not have to ask this of you at such a young age, but this may be the only real opportunity." Dumbledore paused and took a breath, as if this was the most difficult task in the world. But then again, maybe it was. "You have accurate intelligence that Voldemort is at his headquarters, which you know the location of and know how to access. He is accompanied by a measly ten Death Eaters. You have the element of surprise, for Voldemort does not know that you have this information nor is it probable for you to discover its like again. This is the opportunity, Harry." Dumbledore halted again, and when he faced Harry, tears were glistening in the light as they silently streamed down his cheeks below the half-moon spectacles. "Harry, I cannot lie to you as I have done before out of love. I can't let this chance slip away without you realizing the importance of it. I beg of you to forgive me for suggesting this, for I will never be able to forgive myself. I have brought this burden upon you, and I would give anything for me to suffer in your place. Alas, Fate has her own idea. Harry, do you see what I am saying? Now is the time to fulfill the prophecy. Now is the time for you to face Voldemort once and for all."