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Chapter 2

Harry felt a slight touch on his eyelids and forced them open. Around him was a pool of dark: no chairs or tables, no candles or lights, no floors or ceilings . . .just the darkness he was forced to trust. He shook his head slightly, repositioning the black- framed glasses upon his pallid face, and pushed himself from the ground. He looked up, only to find a standing river of the most silver water. . .or perhaps it was hair.

Harry felt a tingle, then a surge of excitement run as a swift current through every cell of his body.

"Professor?"

The silver-haired figure turned slightly, a candle held by its long-fingered, wrinkled hands, neither of them black. Harry's eyes looked upward, to find a serene, smiling face looking back at him. . .it did not hold the weariness and the illness so prevalent in the departed headmaster's visage.

"Harry, I'm thrilled to find our little trip was not in vain! Found the Horcrux, have you? Did you destroy it?"

Harry touched the back of his neck self-consciously, replying,

"I think so, sir. So. . .you're not dead? Please tell me you're--"

"Ah, Harry. The death of the human body is ordinary, almost trivial. The death of the spirit is what is truly disheartening. A shame someone of Tom Riddle's intelligence could never grasp the inherently simple concept. My body is, quite expectedly, dead. Spirit, Harry. . .that can never die. A bit cliché, I understand, Mr. Potter," Dumbledore noticed a slight twitch in Harry's body, "but nonetheless, it is true. You even hear what your father or Sirius might say in a certain situation, comical or solemn. That cannot merely be your imagination. Your mother guards you from the grave. There is no explanation. . .except--"

Harry sighed, "Love, yes, I know, the answer to all questions. . ."

Dumbledore shook his smiling head.

"Harry, do not trivialize this gift of yours. You don't have to be Voldemort or one of his minions to lack that essential, human quality. It binds us all. . .you and Ron and Hermione and Sirius and Remus and Nymphadora and your parents and," his smile deepened, "Virginia Weasley."

Harry fell silent.

"Those ties are enough to change people, enough to. . .destroy them as well."

Harry nodded.

"Professor, how do I use it? Easy enough to be. . .sentimental. . .but, practically speaking. . .how can I kill him with love?"

Dumbledore chuckled slightly.

"Harry, magic itself relies on some impracticality. . .life relies on impracticality. Voldemort's reign relies on it as well. How to use love? That will come clear in time. . .there is no sure answer in these matters. I would dislike the thought of telling you to let fate run its course, but you must do what you can. Find and destroy the Horcruxes. Learn to trust your instincts, your judgments. Only then will you know what path to take. After all, you were the one aware of Severus' ulterior motives. . .would you care to know the story behind that?"

Harry looked blankly at the figure, guessing,

"He's more of a Death Eater than one of the Order?"

Dumbledore shook his head.

"He made an Unbreakable Vow to Narcissa Malfoy. I was not surprised, considering she was his best friend's wife and yet something of a Death Eater as well. She worried about Draco as he was meant to take the Dark Mark, and she asked Severus to look after Draco and aid him in any way he could to secure his life. If Draco was unable to kill me, or refused to do so, Voldemort would most surely take his life, as it was his duty. In order to fulfill his vow, save Draco's life, maintain his charade as a Death Eater, Severus had to kill me, using no less than an Unforgivable curse."

Harry stared incredulously.

"Sir, you actually think Snape is part of the Order?"

"Working undercover now, obviously."

It was Harry's turn to shake his head.

"You still trust him?"

"Harry, of the two of us, I have the ability to see things most living people cannot (much to Sybil Trelawney's chagrin), for as you can see," he gestured down his front, "I've joined another world. This is a world where the impossible is suddenly quite probable. Harry, I know you are young and rash; you want to trust your instincts, and I want you to, but if you are to trust me. . . I will need you to trust my abilities and consider my suggestions. Though I am not physically there, I can guide you, aid you. You don't need me to be physically there, and that is partly why I was so willing to die. I died so you would have the chance to follow the destiny you have created. You realized through my death that Quidditch, schooling, marks, popularity, and even. . .even a first love cannot come between you and your duty. Not now, at least. Harry, that was all I wanted."

Harry nodded in understanding.

"So you will trust me?"

Harry nodded again.

"Good. We'll meet again, when the time comes. Godspeed and good luck. . .my boy."

As suddenly as Dumbledore arrived, he left in perfect grace. Harry found himself without the single candle, in the dark room alone. He pondered the great wizard's last words. . ."my boy". . .had he claimed him as a son, a grandson. . .his most prized disciple?

He opened his eyes, knowing he had dreamt, prophesized, invented, imagined. . .or perhaps, connected. He raised himself off the floor gingerly, touch his aching cheek whichhadcontact with the hard, brick floors for so long. He found himself shocked to see Kreacher still waiting in his usual surly mood.

"You're still here! Damn. . .off to the Hogwarts kitchens with you! And you are sworn to secrecy with all you say to me unless I say otherwise."

The moody house-elf nodded jerkily and Disapparated.

Harry walked into the living room, which shone with moonlight upon the glass of a coffee table. Hedwig, snowy talons quivering, perched patiently with a large envelope in her beak. Harry strode over, taking the envelope, giving her a few strokes and the time to hunt. He opened the package, finding an invitation to Bill and Fleur's wedding. Harry smiled in spite of himself: one more day of enjoyment never hurt anyone, not even the Boy who Lived.

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