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Harry Potter and the Power of the Millennia

Chapter Ten

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Harry's Portkey took him straight to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. It was the middle of the day, and Harry didn't expect the house to be occupied. He made his way up the walk and opened the door, hoping against hope that it was empty. He didn't want to explain his more recent actions to the Order until he absolutely had to.

The house proved to be empty and Harry smiled. He also didn't want to explain his completely bald head to his friends either. The teasing would be too much to bear.

Harry found his way upstairs and raided Kreacher's closet. With less than five minutes of rummaging, Harry discovered a small silver locket underneath a particularly ugly pair of pants.

Engraved in the silver were two letters. Initials. S.S.

Salazar Slytherin. Harry smiled like a madman. "Your time is coming, Tom." Harry whispered. He raised his wand.

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The pool seemed to know exactly what he'd always wanted out of a bath. Tense muscles relaxed, and he felt his stress just melt away. Remus laid his head back upon the stone behind him… and fell asleep.

Remus woke with a start, afraid that something was wrong. He relaxed when he realized where he was. Safe, in a mysterious magical pool in Cairo. He'd evaded the Death Eaters sent to kill him and had thrown them off of Harry's trail.

Now he needed to plan his next course of action. He could return to Munich to check on Harry, but he doubted he would still be there. Harry would have a lead by now, and won't have left any clues as to where he went. That meant Remus could either attempt to second-guess him again or return to London to appease the Order, and give them some sort of status report.

Either way, Remus dunked himself underwater to wash the sand and dust of the desert from his face before removing himself from the pool. He scooped a few handfuls of water into his mouth and proceeded to re-clothe himself. His fingers and toes were wrinkled from the time he spent in that mysterious magical pool, but Remus felt better than ever.

His intuition was telling him to return to London, so he did just that. Remus threw his caution to the wind and made an illegal Portkey. He landed at number 12 Grimmauld place. Instantly, he knew that something was about to go terribly wrong. He rushed inside, desperately hoping there was something he could do.

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The reductor curse was on the tip of Harry's tongue. But something was wrong. As soon as he had touched the locket, he'd felt a powerful presence come near him. Perhaps Voldemort was attempting to possess him. Harry threw up whatever mental shields he could manage through Occulmency and hid himself along the wall next to the door. Whoever was about to walk into the room was in for a nasty surprise.

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Remus propelled himself forward at breakneck speeds. His werewolf-enhanced muscles allowed him to take the steps four and five at a time. He rounded the corner and lunged into the room, expecting to see some powerful dark magic ritual or something like it. He didn't expect to take an elbow to the Adam's apple and to go down like a ton of bricks and have a wand pointed at his face.

He gasped for breath as he tried to identify his attacker.

"Harry?" he managed.

"Remus…" the bald man before him replied with a smile. "You've changed." His eyes were twinkling.

"I'm not the only one…" Remus said, rubbing his throat.

"What does your boggart appear as?" Harry asked. He hadn't lowered his wand yet.

"The moon." Remus responded simply.

Harry lowered his wand. "Just checking. Good timing, by the way. You're just in time for the fireworks… would you like to help with the show?"

Remus got to his feet, rubbing his throat. He didn't know what Harry was talking about, but he had a terrible feeling that he was about to find out.