Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia

Chapter Seven

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Harry came out of the shower feeling millions of times better… and really hungry. He didn't seem startled at Neville and Luna making out on his bed. He just cleared his throat and watched them separate reluctantly.

His eyes twinkled and he smiled at the couple, so much younger than he was… 'WAIT A SECOND!' he thought. 'They are the same age as me! What's with this "younger" business?' he demanded of himself.

Then he gripped his head as a lightning strike of pain launched through his brain. He was still having trouble with adjusting to Dumbledore's memories…and personality.

"I…Do you happen to have any lemon drops?" Harry asked cautiously. He felt an uncontrollable craving for the sour and sweet candies.

"Nope." Neville said. "I haven't seen any."

"We could have Grandma get some later if you want them." Luna offered.

"Could you? That would be brilliant." Harry said cheerfully. "Say… What is there to eat anyway? And how long was I out?"

"Today's the 30th of July. Tomorrow's your birthday." Neville answered.

"And we have take-out Thai in the fridge." Luna piped in. Amanda lived in a completely Muggle household which explained the phone, TV and other appliances.

Harry grinned and scampered down to the fridge. He devoured all the leftover Thai as well as a few slices of Pizza before Luna and Neville got around to following him downstairs.

He smiled and turned to greet them when he heard the loud gong of the old grandfather clock striking midnight. His eyes bugged as he remembered the power inheritance. He ran up the stairs and hopped into his bed. He had just touched down on the mares when he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Then the power transfer started, and Harry started to scream. Pain equal to a thousand Crutatius curses hit him in an instant, and he felt his flesh start to burn. He glowed brighter than a flaming stick of magnesium and was forced to shut his eyes. Mercifully, he blanked out before it was over. Just in time for the second energy transfer to begin.

Elsewhere

Severus's head whirled around as he spotted a familiar face in the crowd. He made an about face and followed he man.

'Remus Lupin… Very well. Lead me to Potter.' He thought.

He noticed the Werewolf's hand was out, as if he were clutching something invisible. 'What is he…' he stopped his train of thought. 'POTTER! And that damned invisibility cloak!'

He followed the Werewolf almost two miles and was not at all shocked at their final destination. The Munich airport. He watched from a distance as Remus bought two tickets to Cairo, Egypt that were leaving in one hour.

'Egypt… There is great power in Egypt Remus. Are you so desperate that you would have Potter search out the mythical fount and bathe in it?' he thought.

Snape booked a ticket for the same flight and stopped in a nearby coffee shop. He had time.

Meanwhile

'The hook nosed bastard bought it!' he thought. 'He thinks Harry's with me.' Remus smirked to himself and scored himself a pre-boarding pass. He found himself a seat and immediately dozed off.

He would have a long days with little sleep for awhile, but at least he would keep Harry safe for a time.

Meanwhile

Amanda downed her cup of Coffee. She knew she'd have to get back to Harry soon, because of the Power transfer.

'OH SHIT!' she thought, looking at her watch. It was exactly midnight. It would start any second. As if on cue, the power in the diner faded, and then went out.

'I didn't know it would have so much of an effect…' she thought.

Then she remembered just how far she was from Harry. Nearly two miles. He had taken out the entire Munich power grid. She lost her care for the Muggles. They couldn't see in the dark anyway, and she apparated to her doorstep. She opened the door and barged inside.

Her house, she noticed seemed well lit, despite the fact that all the other houses had no power. Then it dawned on her. She walked up the stairs into the bright light. She transfigured her hat into a welding facemask, and gasped at what she saw.

The bed and Harry's clothes had turned to ash, and Harry was floating three feet abofe the ground, and glowing. His hair, as well as body hair, eyebrows and other hair was all gone. He was completely bald. He was still convulsing in pain, letting out tiny moans of agony.

Neville and Luna were huddled in fear in the corner.

Slowly, Harry stopped glowing and lowered to he floor. A few minutes later the power came back on.

'I would really hate to be Voldemort right about now.' She thought.