Author's note: I am SO very sorry. It was greedy to deny my fic to people just for the sake of reviews. I may have gotten the reviews I asked for, but quite a few were flames and I have irritated many of my long time fans. Please accept my humblest apologies for what I have done. I have learned my lesson and will now post, regardless of the number of reviews I receive.

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So without further ado: the next Chapter.

-Neopyro

Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia

Chapter Eight

Second Author's note (sorry) When I was writing this in my notebook I had an extra scene and the reason Harry goes bald that for some reason I did not copy in. Here it is now. Just mentally place it at the proper location in chapter seven.

Amanda was quite stunned when Remus stormed out of the diner. This was serious. Harry was in danger. She decided to stay and finish her coffee, so that Remus had time to draw away the pursuit. She didn't want to bring danger to her doorstep. Literally. She waited around for the waitress to bring the check and paid it. She was just standing up to leave, when the clock struck midnight.

'THE POWER TRANSFER!' she remembered. 'Oh Merlin. Harry, please be Ok!'

She started pushing her way through the crowded diner. The lights flickered just as she stepped out the door. Hairline cracks appeared in the window. She apparated just in time, as windows and lightbulbs all throughout Munich exploded. And all the power went out. Even battery operated things ceased functioning. She reappeared at her door. Her house was shining with an extremely bright light. Brightness shined out each and every window. A beam of light was even shining out the chimney. She at least had the presence of mind to summon some eye protection before going inside. In this case, a welding face mask.

The second she opened the door she heard agonized screaming coming from upstairs. Harry's screaming. She ran up the staircase and idly smelled smoke. It smelled like a mix of burning hair and…bacon. Then she made a disgusted face. That wasn't bacon, it was burning flesh.

The reason for everything came clear as she burst into Harry's bedroom. His body was radiating more light and heat than a Magnesium flare. He was screaming like a tortured child. And Harry was floating in mid-air. His clothes and bed had incinerated into a mound of ash, though there were a few charred bits of melted polyester stuck to his body.

Neville and Luna were huddled together in the corner, clutching each other for dear life and shivering in fear. But Amanda didn't have time for them. She ignored them and walked over to Harry. Big mistake. She collided with some sort of magical shield and she was launched backwards into the wall, and was instantly knocked out.

A few minutes later, Harry's screams died down to a pained whimper. His body stopped it's magical glowing and lowered itself slowly into it's bed of ashes on the floor. Harry had scorched off all of his hair, as well as a few layers of skin. 'It must really suck to be You-Know-Who right now.' Luna thought.

And now, to the chapter.

Luna sighed contentedly. Her head was resting on Neville's chest and his hands were laced lazily through her hair.

"What do you think happened to Harry? Grandma won't tell me anything." Luna asked, breaking the peaceful silence.

"I dunno. I think he's stronger though." Neville responded with a shrug.

"Well that's obvious. He caused Munich to have a complete blackout." Luna said sarcastically.

"Well, it doesn't really matter what happened. Just as long as he's still Harry." Neville said sagely.

"Of course he's still Harry. He's just bald as well." Luna quipped. The two teens dissolved into gales of laughter.

Harry chose that moment to come out of the bathroom. His friends stopped laughing for a moment, stared at him, then started laughing again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get an explanation out of them.

His eyes were twinkling as he left the room. Harry rummaged through his school trunk and put on a set of jeans. They didn't fit. The ankle part was up to the middle of his shins. Three outfits later, he found a pair of Dudley's old sweat pants. They fit, but still looked like old bits of elephant skin. The sweatshirt that went with them fit as well.

Taking care to ignore the lovebirds on the couch, he walked downstairs and cooked himself breakfast. An egg, bacon and cheese omelette. Delicious.

He had just finished when he noticed an apple on the counter. Instead of getting up, he decided to summon it with his wand.

It was his Quidditch reflexes that saved him. He ducked out of his chair and rolled onto the floor just as the apple passed through the area his head had been moments before. It liquefied on the wall and left a sizable hole in the drywall.

'This could take some getting used to.' He thought.

'That it could.' Another voice replied.

:Meanwhile:

Two days later, Remus still hadn't seen Severus and he was happy. Not only had he thrown Severus off of Harry's trail, but he had managed to throw Severus off his own trail as well. 'Well, seeing as I'm already here, and I've never been to Egypt before…' he thought.

Remus decided to do something for himself instead of others for a change. He decided to sight see. He hailed a taxi, and had it take him to one of the more famous magical tombs. He picked up a map, declined a tour guide and walked into the Labyrinth.

Due to an exhibition a nearby museum was having, the catacombs were relatively abandoned. He only saw two people in his wanderings, and that suited him just fine. Not to mention it was a lot cooler down here than it was outside. Cairo in summer was not very pleasant.

He reached a spot where the tunnel went in a straight line without any turn offs for nearly a half mile. Or so said his map. He saw a huge corridor leading off to the left that was lit with gigantic torches. It was so big two trolls could walk abreast going down it. He consulted his map again. There was no place on it that was even remotely like that.

Curiosity battled with instinct and curiosity won out. He turned left, and walked down the long strange corridor, not knowing what he would find there.

:Meanwhile:

Voldemort changed back into his human (or mostly human if you prefer) state, and admired his fortress. He had taken the Wizarding world's best prison and converted it to his own personal kingdom. A dementor, inferi or Death Eater was always around to suit his whims.

They had even built him a throne room. He walked through the halls and made every proper turn. He had only been here a few hours, but he had already memorized every structural detail. He found his way into the throne room, and sat down in the chair that was meant only for him. Not even two minutes had passed when he heard a loud crack. Someone had apparated in.

"My lord." Severus said, bowing. "I come bearing bad news."

"Ssspeak." He hissed. His voice sounded dangerous.

"Lupin and Potter, my lord. I am unable to locate them in Cairo." He said. "I have failed you, my lord."

"Rissse, sssSeverusss." He hissed. "You have not failed me yet. Cairo is a big city, and you would not think I would have you locate them alone? You are my most loyal servant, and have not failed me yet. You just need… Reincorcements."

"My lord?" Severus asked, still slightly braced for the crutatius curse he expected to come.

Voldemort snapped his fingers, and a dozen werewolves apparated to his side, in a perfect formation. "We are at your command, My lord." All twelve said as one.

"What better way to find out a wolf… Than to have dogs sniff out his trail. Take them with you Severus, and bring Potter to me, if you can. But I will not blame you if you kill him. You can do what you will with the Order's pet Werewolf. He is of no use to me."

"Understood, my lord." All thirteen of them apparated to Egypt. Thirteen. A very unlucky number. But was it unlucky for Remus? Or them?