Ch. 12
Female speaking)-Snake - Demeter
(Younger Male Speaking)-Dragon - Dionysus
(Older Male Speaking)-Phoenix - Ares
˜Harry mind thinking to his guardians
'Other people mind thinking'

Harry observed the younger Dumbledore carefully. His beard was half the size he remembered it to be, and he wore no glasses."What are you doing here, Dumbledore? I don't remember inviting you into our home. Leave us and our son alone." James pointed his wand at Peter who cowered behind the older wizard at the threat of a wand and an experienced wizard behind it. "Get out Dumbledore. I don't want to have to fight you, but I will if I must."

James kept his wand trained on the older wizard who he had once held as a friend and mentor. "I said leave, Dumbledore, not to come further in.

"James, please," Dumbledore began, taking a step closer to the family, "you and I use to be so close. What happened to us to cause you to distrust me so much, to hate me so?"

"I discovered where you're true priorities lie, and that your attentions toward my son weren't quite what they seemed."

Dumbledore sighed as if he was both saddened and disappointed in James' decision and looked around the room. His pale blue eyes stayed emotionless until they landed on Lily and baby Harry; then they lit up with eagerness and a certain calculation. He kept his eyes on baby Harry, licked his lips once before looking back up at Lily.

"May I hold him?" He took two steps toward the mother and child when two things happened in very quick succession.

James's wand was spontaneously jammed into his throat, stopping him where he stood, and a gold and blue transparent shield, made of pure magic, appeared around Lilly and baby Harry. Baby Harry stared at Dumbledore with wide, frightened eyes before he burst into tears. Lily cradled him closer to her chest, murmuring soothing words of comfort, all the while glaring at Dumbledore.

"As you can see, Dumbledore, you are not wanted here. So leave."

Dumbledore stared back at his former student with anger and determination flashing in his eyes. "Why can't you see that this child is filled with power? He has such great potential! Give him to me, let me raise him, and he will be magnificent! He will be a god amongst men! He will strike down any who dare oppose him! Just let me have him!"

"NO! He is our son, not your weapon! Hear me now, Dumbledore," James said, poking his wand into the old man's chest. "As long as I live and breathe, you will never get your claws into our son!" James kept on forcing Dumbledore away from his wife and son with his wand. Growling, with reflexes of a cat unexpected for a man his age, Dumbledore swiftly snatched James' wand and threw it to the other side of the room, where Peter was whimpering and hiding in the shadows.

Dumbledore dodged James's outstretched hands and made his way over to Lily and baby Harry. He never got within four feet of the mother and child.

A giant flash of red and gold emitted in front of him and sent him flying into the wall opposite of the mother and child. He slid down the wall, revealing a giant hole where he had hit it. He landed in a crumpled mess on the carpet, which was changing colors again. The toys in the room were going wild; some were fighting with each other, a couple had even exploded, and a few had walked over to the fallen Dumbledore and started to kick him in the side. Blood was seeping from his nose and the corner of his mouth.

Silence filled the room except for baby Harry, who was whimpering quietly. "Leave, Dumbledore," Lily said, stepping through and out of the protection of the magical shield, which faded once she was through. "Leave, before something happens that we will all regret."

Dumbledore wiped the blood off his mouth and nose with the corner of his robe before staring up at Lily and James. "You won't always be here. One day, you will forget, and your guard will drop. Then, he will be mine."

Dumbledore stood up with one last eager and slightly obsessed look at baby Harry; he turned and left the room, kicking a few toys out of his way, with Peter trailing behind him.

James went up behind Lilly and hugged her. Silent tears trailed down her face as they looked out the door of the nursery.

Harry watched until the window faded to black. He stepped back, tears falling from his eyes, horror plastered on his face. His parents didn't trust Dumbledore; they already knew Peter was untrustworthy. Harry's breathe quickened and he lost feeling in his legs and fell to the snow-covered ground. He didn't see the house he grew up in for the first two years of his life fade then disappear; he didn't see a figure dressed in white robes walk up behind him. Silence reined around him.

"Sometimes," Harry flinched and looked behind him at the figure bathed in a white light, startled. "Sometimes," the figure continued, "the past can be most revealing and enlightening."

Harry couldn't tell what the person looked like because the hood on the robes efficiently hid any traces of the person's face. The robes also made it hard for Harry to determine the gender of the person, concealing everything in long white, glowing, robes.

"Who," Harry wiped his face with the back of his hands, "who are you?"

"The past hides many secrets and can answer many questions asked. The past can also bring up many questions unanswered." The person continued talking as if Harry hadn't asked a question. The person tilted its head as if he/she were listening to something, and then stared hauntingly at Harry, who shivered. Even though he couldn't see the person's eyes, he could feel the full weight of their stare on him. "But you," the person took one step toward Harry and placed a pair of lightly blue and silver glowing hands on each of his shoulders, "you don't belong in the past. Your time is the present."

Before Harry could make any response, the silver blue glow swallowed him, and he felt an icy chill fill him from the inside out. All over, his skin tingled numbly, as if thousands upon thousands of tiny toothpicks were poking him. Then everything went dark. "Its time for you to wake up Harry, your journey has only just begun."

"Harry. Harry, wake up! Wake up! Harry!" Harry jerked awake. Officer Goodwater was shaking him; he was back in the car.

"Wha-where are we?"

Officer Goodwater turned off the car. "We arrived at the station, and you were asleep."

"Oh." Harry shook his head and was startled when he didn't feel his guardians' presence. They were gone.

"Harry," Harry looked at Goodwater. His mind was still reeling from what he just experienced. "Harry, you are going to be asked some questions. You should answer them as truthfully as possible. Understand?"

Harry nodded, "Yes." He got out of the car at the same time as Eric Goodwater and followed him into the building.

Lina Thanatos was sitting at her desk, filing away the last of the papers. Finally, she was done. For the past six months, she had been working undercover in a drug mob, and just two months ago she finally had enough evidence to criminate the leader and his followers. Smiling, she stretched her hands over her head, glad she was done, when thunder and lightning lit up the sky.

"MAN! The weather sure is acting anomalous. First snow; now rain. What's next?"

Lina looked over at her partner, Angel Dark, who worked with her undercover.

"Anomalous, Dark? What is that, your new word of the day?"

Sticking out her tongue at Lina, Angel looked out the window (rain was already falling) before saying to her partner, "You should know, Thanatos. I got it off your calendar."

"Har, har, you were so funny I forgot to laugh. Did you at least finish your report?"

"Unfortunately, we all can't be work freaks like you, Thanatos. So, no, not yet."

The two partners would have continued with there friendly bantering, if the lights hadn't gone out and the door to the station hadn't banged open. An ominous figure stood in the doorway as a bolt of lightening lit up the sky.

Screaming, the two police women pulled out there guns and pointed them at the figure, yelling, "Freeze!"

"Put those away before you shoot someone!" The voice was familiar to them.

"Jesus, Goodwater, what the hell were you trying to do! Scare us to death?"

Eric Goodwater walked into the station as Lina and Angel put away their guns. "Nah, Dark, if I wanted to scare you to death all I had to do is remind you who you were married to."

Angel glared at him, "Yea, your brother, who also happens to be your twin."

"Ah, you know I'm the better looking twin."

"Then why did I marry Jacob and not you? Oh that's right, I have taste," she said, light sarcasm lacing her voice.

"Har, har, you were so funny I forgot to laugh."

"You know, you're the second person to say that to me today."

"Who was the first person?"

"Me." Thanatos grabbed her already cold coffee and took a sip of it. "What brings you back here Goodwater? I thought you were investigating a death at Privet Drive."

The smile that was on his face was replaced with a grimace. "I found signs of child abuse in the home of one Mr. and Mrs. Dursley." He stepped aside to reveal the boy who was standing behind him. The boy barley came up to Eric's chest; he was scrawny, thin, and had on clothes that were six or seven times his size. His hair, a midnight black, was messy and untamed; the glasses on his face were thick and unbecoming of him his vivid emerald eyes that looked at them.

Harry was waiting for Officer Goodwater to come back; he had left into an office at the back of the room. The other two policewomen had smothered him with two blankets and placed a cup of hot chocolate in his right hand and a powdered jelly donut in his left.

˜Demeter where are you! Ares, for Merlin's sake, answer me! Dionysus! Some one answer me, please!"

"Harry," Harry looked up at Lina Thanatos, "the commissioner wants to speak with you."

Harry stood up; he wiped the powder from the donut off his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and drank the last of the hot chocolate, letting the blankets fall to the chair he was sitting on and following the policewomen into the back office.