Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia

Chapter four

Harry felt like crying. All the memories were pouring into his skull. Years worth of memories. Every time something important had happened to Dumbledore. Fawkes's arrival. The fall of Grindlewald. Anything to do with Voldemort or his followers. Every memory of Lily and James.

It caused him intense pain to see all the battle scenes from the first war with Voldemort. Corpses everywhere, both Wizard and Muggle. Dementors, Giants and Inferi. Werewolves, Death Eaters and Vampires. Anything that remotely pertained to Dark Magic, Harry knew.

But that wasn't all. Dumbledore had recorded every single class he'd ever taught or attended. Even every study break. There were memories of Dumbledore just reading spell books.

Thus years worth of learning poured into his head. Harry became a master Occulmens. Harry knew every potion Dumbledore ever brewed. Harry could qualify as a fully trained Medi-Wizard. He could transfigure things well beyond Newt level. In fact he could do all the subjects so well he believed he could teach any one of them.

Dumbledore also knew some dangerous secrets. There were some places of extreme magical power that if Voldemort found… well you could just kiss the world goodbye. There was a fountain of raw magical power in Egypt that if one bathed in it, they would reach a near godly amount of power. There really is a fountain of youth, though it isn't strictly speaking, a fountain. Along the cliffs of Ireland there is a small crack that water trickles out of. It's more of a trickle of youth, but amazingly powerful nonetheless.

Harry knew how to make a sorcerer's stone. He knew how to speak 13 languages including Mermish, Giant, Goblin, German, French, Russian, Mandarin Chinese, Japanese, Latin, Troll, Pixie, Italian and Navajo. He could make passable attempts at speaking at least 5 more. Harry could apparate and make portkeys. Harry knew the Fidelius charm.

Harry had seen every single order of the phoenix meeting. Harry knew how to persuade Centaurs into more peaceful reactions. He knew more spells than he ever thought possible.

He was living testament to the saying "Knowledge is power."

He was also living testament to the phrase "Power comes with a price."

In absorbing a decade and a half of Dumbledore's thoughts, musings, ideas, memories and experiences his body had completely shut down. His mind needed to process everything he had learned in the past few moments. Harry closed his eyes and let completely engulf him.

There was no doubt he wouldn't be quite the same person when he woke.

Meanwhile

'Im-freaking-possible.' Remus thought, his patience wearing thin. 'Saviors of the Wizarding World don't just vanish into thin air!'

In all respects, it looked as if Harry had done just that. Apparently, Harry had stayed a few days, read a bit, and then left. Remus swore a lot when he found that Harry had given him the slip yet again. Maybe Harry would return. He doubted it though. Once Harry knew what he needed, he would act. Remus knew it. But four days wasn't enough time to get any decent research done. So, either Harry had a huge srtoke of luck or…

'That's it!' Remus thought. 'Harry used some of his luck potion to help him research. That sounds just like something he would do. But that probably means he will be back. All I need to do is wait.'

Remus skipped and whistled on his way to the bathroom. He was in higher spirits than he'd been in since before Dumbledore died.

Meanwhile

Harry's mind was adrift. He was floating about in a seemingly endless stream of memories, thoughts and experiences. Normally fifteen years worth of memories would take fifteen years to process. But the brain is stronger and faster than any computer in the world. His mind sifted through memories and sorted them as it would sort anything else. But Harry would certainly be out of commission for the next few weeks as his mind pulled itself together.

Amanda Lovegood was a very skilled healer, and attended to Harry as much as she possibly could. For the times she had no other choice, Luna attended to him. Thusly, Amanda still worked her usual shift at the Library, but Harry still got around the clock care. Harry was rarely left alone.

But Harry was never alone anymore. Not when he had experienced almost as much of Dumbledore's life as he had his own. Harry had started to pick up a few of Dumbledore's quirks. In fact, Harry had an astounding craving for lemon drops.

Harry now knew Dumbledore as well as he knew himself. He knew what Dumbledore would suggest, Why he would suggest it, and what line of reasoning he would use to justify it. He knew everything Dumbledore knew, from how to transfigure dolphins into Dobermans, to knowing where all the good candy shops in London are.

It was the process of two people becoming one. And it was something that would take time, and would likely be very painful.

Meanwhile

"Where isss Potter?" Voldemort hissed at his assembled followers. "Why isssn't he dead?"

Even Severus, his most loyal follower, winced at the anger in his voice.

"We are doing the best we can to find him, my lord. He seems to have hidden himself very well." Bellatrix Lestrange said, bowing before him.

"Your bessst isss not good enough." Voldemort lashed out. Everyone in the circle took a half-step backwards. Bellatrix tried to step back, but was down on her knees and succeeded only in falling on her rear.

"My lord… Our sources tell us that the Order has no idea where Potter is either." Severus added, dropping to one knee.

"That is a consolation, Severusss." Voldemort Said, his anger abating slightly. "BUT IT IS NOT ENOUGH!" Voldemort boomed.

A blast of black lightning flashed across the mid-morning sky, obliterating a nearby hundred-year-old pine tree. Small cracks started to appear in the earth at Voldemort's feet and started creeping outwards at the Death Eaters. Most of the Death Eaters took this as their cue to leave and Apparated to safety. Voldemort's anger vanished and he cursed Potter's name.

"Severusss… I want you to see to this matter personally." Voldemort said to his most loyal servant.

"Yes, my Lord." Severus answered simply, before vanishing with a pop.