The Message
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and most of the characters belonging to this story belong to J.K.Rowling.
"What could Dumbledore have left for you, mate?" asked Ron. "I Dunno", Said Harry, "Well, the only way to find out is by opening the parcel, I suppose." He opened the parcel slowly. There were three things inside it. One was a wizard pocket clock, (Ron had one of those, the ones with planets), one was a medallion with strange engravings on it and the last surprised Harry. It was the Pensieve, still having the mist swirling about it. Ron and Hermione looked quizzically at Harry. "This thing with mist around it is the Pensieve. It has all of Dumbledore's memories in it. But I don't know why he left it to me. The others two, well I have no idea what they are." He declared. "Why! This is a wizard watch. There are very few people who have it. I have the one that has been in the family for generations. But each watch is supposed to belong only to its owner. No one else can know what it has to say." Said Ron." What about the medallion Hermione?" He asked. "I don't know. It has many ancient engravings on it. Some, known and some, why, I have never seen this type of inscriptions before!" She exclaimed. "Great! Now what am I supposed to do?" Harry wondered out loud. "Well, I suppose its obvious. At least with the clock and the medallion. Just wear them. But I don't know much about Pensieves. Only great wizards create them, and there is not much written in books about them." Said Hermione. "May be he left a message in it for you, you know. I think that is possible."
A message? , Thought Harry. Possible. "I will enter it, then" He said. He slowly prodded the contents and pushed. He fell into it head first and was surprised that there seemed to be no memory. Instead, he seemed to be standing on a huge ball of fire. The he saw an image rise out of the fire. Albus Dumbledore walked towards him. "Sir, is it you? Can this be?" He asked."Ah! Harry, do not get excited. It is a mere recording of me that you see, not much different from the portrait in my office. But more of my dealings will be only recorded in this Pensieve. I could not leave much I the portrait for the fear that some one unworthy of it might unlock it. Of course you can merge my memories with the portrait after defeating Lord Voldemort. But till then only consult the Pensieve for consultations with me." Said Dumbledore. He smiled"I know what you have been through, Harry. But you must excuse my business like attitude. I must now do two important things. The first is to transfer my entire knowledge of magic to you. The second thing is to give you some information. These two are desperate measures, but we are left with no choice. Very well, the information first. There is an old friend of mine who has the knowledge of a branch of magic which is extremely powerful. You must find him. He lives in the forest of endless power which is in the midst of Pacific Ocean. He is called the sage. He will teach you to harness your power of love. Now, I will transfer my knowledge to you. Do take care, Harry." With that he disappeared. Harry suddenly saw the fireball shoot flames at him. The flames entered him and he fell unconscious.
"Harry! Harry!" some one was calling to him. Who was it? Then someone shook him. He woke up. "Huh?"He said. "Ron? Hermione? What's wrong?" He asked. "We were hoping you would tell us. What was it? Did you see Dumbledore? Did he say anything? You shot out of that Pensieve and fell on your bed, something must have happened. Well?" He asked. "Give him a break, Ron" Said Hermione.
Harry sat up and ran his hand through his hair. "I know its hard to believe, but Dumbledore gave me all his magical Knowledge and asked me to find some one called the sage." "Dumbledore gave you all his knowledge of magic? That's cool" Said Ron. "So what are you going to do?" asked Hermione.
"I have a plan, Hermione. I am going to leave for the forest of endless power on my firebolt. Meanwhile I wan you to find Luna Lovegood and I want both of you to research on all the murders from today to Fifty years ago in which there is the slightest of the suspicion that magic was involved. Ron, I want you to find Neville and any member of the D.A who is still willing to fight Voldemort and form a society to defend any one who might be on his hit list then send envoys to Durmstrang and Beuxbatons. Take all the help you need. I want an operating society by the time I return. So, is everything settled?" He asked. They nodded. "Fine, I'm off" He said "Take care of yourslf"