A/n: Here it is: Chapter nine. Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers out there (even if they are all still mad at me.) I hope you all enjoy it. I'll try and make it nice and long for you.

Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia
Chapter Nine

'PROFESSOR DUMBLEDORE?' Harry thought, astounded. 'How did you get into my head?'

The old voice seemed to chuckle. 'Harry, before I died, I put most of my mind into the Pensieve, including my personality. I only left the dregs of information that I would need to know like how to Apparate and where we were going. Those last hours of my life that you saw… I was functioning on a script. Auto-pilot if you will. I intended to die because it was the best thing I could do at the time. I was just checking in with you one last time before I fully incorporate myself into your mind. I wanted to have one final chance to say goodbye… And hello. In a few minutes, everything will be complete, and the two of us will become one person.'

Harry found himself unable to think. A few silent tears trickled down his face. 'I…I understand sir.' He finally managed.

'I'm glad that you do Harry. I regret that I couldn't consult you on this before, but I had no choice in the matter…It is happening Harry. Goodbye…'

'Professor!' Harry thought out. No response came. He felt astoundingly alone for a few seconds. Then something happened. He felt a warm, fuzzy feeling come over him like he'd been hit with a cheering charm while listening to phoenix song. He felt the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile.

'I wonder if this is how Dumbledore felt all the time?' he wondered. Somehow, deep inside him he knew the answer was "Yes."

Meanwhile…

Remus rubbed at his eyes. The corridor here was much warmer and brighter than the corridor he'd previously been walking through. His eyes still needed to adjust. There were huge torches on each side of the gigantic corridor. Each one could give the Olympic torch a run for the money.

"I can't believe they didn't mark this on the map!" he exclaimed.

The walls on all sides were covered in hieroglyphics, which were in phenomenal condition. He'd seen things in museums that were in worse shape than these. They looked as if they'd only been carved a few days ago.

Suddenly, Remus felt the hair rise on the back of his neck. His werewolf senses were kicking in, and detected something seriously wrong. He resisted the urge to growl. His nose picked up a familiar scent… Severus Snape's scent. There were werewolves with him. More than six, but less than twenty. He didn't like those odds. They were definitely very close. He knew he hadn't the time to run, so instead he ducked behind one of the gigantic torches. He heard them running through the corridor that junctions with his. And he heard them run past the entrance… Not a single one of them turned in and followed him. It was as if they didn't even know the corridor existed.

'How could they miss the entrance?' he thought. 'Surely Death Eaters aren't that inept…'

Either way, he didn't feel like leaving this secret corridor. Especially since Death Eaters and werewolves had somehow missed him, he figured he might as well go to the end of the tunnel. There might be another way to the surface…

He left his hiding spot and started to jog at a reasonable pace. In the distance he saw a flight of steps that ascended higher than the roof of the tunnel and out of his view. He figured that steps leading upward probably meant steps leading out.

The staircase looked to be at least two miles away, but he still seemed to cover the distance much quicker than he should have. It only took him about five minutes, but even with werewolf strength, he didn't think he could run a 2.5 minute mile. He figured he just overestimated the distance.

The steps were made out of a sandy yellow stone, just like everything else in this catacomb. There were about a hundred steps or so, Remus estimated. About a fifty foot ascent all together. The ceiling in this room was about a hundred feet up, and it was roughly fifty feet wide, easily twice the width of the corridor. The staircase was as wide as the whole room, and Remus found that he was awed by the awesome size of the architecture.

Remus ascended the staircase. His footsteps and the burning of the torches were the only sounds he could hear. He reached the top and found himself in front of a large pool of water. It was steaming slightly and it was so deep he couldn't see the bottom. The pool almost seemed to be speaking to him… telling him to drink and swim. Though Remus was hot and sweaty from his jog, he would never consider bathing in public. The staircase seemed to end here anyway, meaning this wasn't a way out. And the way the pool was speaking to him started making him feel nervous. He turned around, getting ready to leave.

But the staircase had vanished behind him. There was no way down.

'Swim…' The pool seemed to say.

Remus glared at the water. "You're not going to give me any other choice, are you?" he asked aloud. He thought he heard the pool laugh at him. With a withering sigh, Remus pulled off his clothes and climbed into the steamy, but mysterious pool.

'What the hell have I gotten myself into?' he thought.

Meanwhile…

A few hours later, Harry found himself walking the streets of Munich. He was finally getting used to the warm fuzzy feeling of sharing his body with Dumbledore. Luna gave him directions to the Munich branch of Gringotts earlier in the day, and Harry located the bank with relatively little difficulty. He did have some issues with people recognizing him in and around Gringotts. (since his scar really stood out because of his lack of hair.) Harry found his way into a hat shop and bought a fairly inexpensive, black driver's cap. It was fairly comfortable, and it hid his scar from view. He didn't have any more trouble after that.

He didn't really want anything expensive or nice looking, but he knew he needed clothes. He found a Wizarding thrift store and grabbed a few pairs of pants, cloaks and a few decent shirts. He bought his underwear elsewhere. The thought of wearing someone else's underclothes made his skin crawl for some reason.

He gathered all his clothing purchases and folded them neatly into a magically expanded backpack he found at the thrift shop. He was just about to head back to the Lovegood residence to say a final goodbye, when his nose picked up the scent of a candy shop. Suddenly, he felt weak. He was yanked towards the shop like there was a Portkey in his hand. He barely managed to speak coherently, but managed to purchase every last lemon drop in the store, and he spent a good fifty Euros on other candies. They barely all fit in his backpack. He stuffed his front pocket with lemon drops and greedily shoved one in his mouth. He had a shiver of pure pleasure ripple down his spine. He loved them that much.

He had walked almost halfway back to the Lovegood's house when his mind nearly exploded with the brilliance of an idea.

"The locket! The locket is at Sirius's house!" He stepped into a deserted alley and started transfiguring various bits of rubbish into things he needed. He made a piece of parchment, a quill, a bottle of ink and an owl. He scrawled a note to the Lovegooods and prepared to make a Portkey.

Dear Luna, Neville and Amanda,

Sorry about this, but I have to leave suddenly. Thank you all for the hospitality and I hope to see you all again sometime soon.

-Harry

He gave the parchment to his recently created owl and sent it on it's way. He tapped a lemon drop wrapper with his wand and said "Portus." He felt a hook behind his navel, and he left Munich far behind.