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Part 2: Infinity

"Titanus Gojira…" Dumbledore trailed off in shock upon the revelation of Harry's form. Confused by this, Harry couldn't help but ask "Titanus Gojira? Sir, what do you mean by that?"

Harry's words shook Dumbledore out of his surprise and then he cleared his throat before speaking "Harry, you form- that to the King of the Monsters at that, has me bewildered. I hoped- I hoped that, if I were to find your form, it would settle answers to a multitude of questions but alas, it only gave birth to more questions."

Harry blinked as he processed Dumbledore's words. Birth to more questions? What could he mean? What sort of questions? But only to fail to realize that he had voiced his questions and Dumbledore was answering them.

"-Was looking for a person who has your titan form since I was a young lad, no older nor younger, than thirty. My friend, who I had befriended after completing my Hogwarts education, had assisted me on this journey as our forms were of the same family of Titans. Both of our forms, were that of the Gojiran family."

Floored by this revelation, Harry's curiosity peaked ever-the-more. "Sir, what form exactly is your form? I also want to know who was this friend of yours and what was his form. So, please sir. Can you -?" the unasked question was left hanging but both of them could hear it.

Dumbledore smiled a sad smile and said, "That, my dear child, is a story for another time. But as to his form, it is none other, than Titanus Supēsugojira and mine was that of the Terragojira. The former standing for 'Space Godzilla' and the latter being 'Earth Godzilla'. But times have changed," with that, he looked over to the window to see the enamouring moonlight, seeping into the office through the window and falling on Dumbledore's face, alighting his face into a colour patter similar to that of the yin and yang. Shadows on one side of the face and the other, completely lit by the moonlight.

"The night, its rather peaceful, isn't it Harry?" Dumbledore softly said.

"I couldn't agree more, sir."

While continuing to keep his gaze on the moon, Dumbledore continued.

"As the nights go by, you must have noticed how the moon changes? That's how, we change. That's how everything changes. That's how everything… evolves. And in a similar manner, our forms evolve." Then his gaze befell upon Harry's face.

Harry swallowed, noticing the sound of the silence, as it is ringing deep within his ears, the beats of his heart being more audible than ever before to him. Letting out a breath, he said "So, you are saying that forms change over-time? That, your form is different to what it used to be?"

"Yes Harry. It was the year of 1960, when I noticed my form had changed. I couldn't do anything at first. I was confused, horrified, even went to a period of depression as the changing of the form, signifies a great impact on the core of the wizard or witch in question and the fact that the said magic practitioner, may or may not have lost touch with a branch of magic they could perform."

Hearing this, Harry was horrified. Losing touch with magic? That would be a bloody nightmare for any wizard. Or a witch for that matter. Oh Merlin…. He couldn't breathe for a brief moment. He couldn't think straight nor could he make any rational thought as he was horribly grief-stricken that he might lost touch with magic. But what magic? So, he asked.

"That my dear child, is something I cannot say. Not everyone loses touch with the same branch of magic. The one who had tutored me about my form said that ' Upon the inevitable change, no two magic practitioners would lose their grasp on the same branch of magic. What really matters, is the fact that upon losing a branch of magic, the practitioner is willing to utilize the other remaining branches and remaining fighting. Until the last breath that flows through. Until they have won as that is how winning is done" and I followed that rule. I had lost touch with the fine art of potion making but still I pulled through. Even though I cannot brew proper potions anymore, I tend to not to dwell on it much and utilize the remaining other branches of magic to their maximum extent."

Harry could not say anything as he was in deep thought about this. He could only nod on.

"As I said, Harry. You must be willing to utilize the other branches. Even if you lost one has powerful and useful as Transfiguration or your ability in Charms, you can always be better prepared if your other branches are equally as good. If not, even better."

Reeling from Dumbledore's monologue, Harry could only mutter "Ok sir."

"Since it is getting late, you best be off. After all, you need to sleep. Go on Harry. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, sir." And then he got up to leave.

As he was about to open the door and leave, Dumbledore called out "Harry!"

Confused, he turned around and asked "Yes, sir?"

"If you are willing, then can you come back tomorrow? As I was planning to begin tutoring you on your other form. You can come any time before nine in the morning. That is all. Have a good sleep, goodnight." Dumbledore finished.

"Sir? I have a question to ask before I leave."

"Yes, Harry?"

Harry re-thought his question, then swallowed and asked "Do you think that, perhaps any other student is having a titan form? Like, any year. Do you think anybody has one? Apart from me, that is."

"That I do Harry. And you know both of them personally."

"And who are they?"

"I have yet to confirm if they indeed have a form but I strongly suspect they do." He finished.

"But who are they?" Harry asked again.

"That is a story, for another time." Dumbledore gave a brief smile and Harry left.

Next morning, Harry woke up at an odd time. He didn't know what time it was but all he could see from the window was a dark sky. Briefly flummoxed, he cast a swift tempus to see it was a quarter to six in the morning. Thinking it was a bit too early, he tried to fall asleep again but only for to stay in the bed, wide awake. Deciding it would be fruitless to try to fall asleep again, he groggily stood up and tried to walk to the bathroom for only to stub his toe on one of the legs of the bed and nearly falling over.

"Ow! Bloody hell!" he yelled out as he stubbed his toe on one of the legs of the bed. He wildly turned his head around to see if he had awoken Ron but was relaxed to see that Ron was still asleep. As he stumbled his way to the bathroom, he stared at his own reflection, staring drowsily back at him. As he was staring at his own reflection, he noticed his skinny, gaunt figure. His ribs were sticking out and his cheek had a drool stain, as he had just woken up. His hair was messy and looked windswept as ever. His vision fell on the long gash on his arm, which he had got during the ritual that resurrected the Dark Lord.

The gash on his right arm was shallow but long. It had been nearly two months since it had happened but it was still there, with a long scab running along the gash and the ridges between them seem horrible as the injury was. As he was running his finger down the scab, endless nightmares, the ritual, his laughter, his mockery, his death threats, all echoed within Harry's mind. Once he got his fingers of the scab and went for the toothbrush and paste to brush his teeth, his eyes travelled across the mirror once his hand had a firm grasp on the said things and he very nearly screamed once he saw a particular thing in the mirror.

Standing there with robes darker than the darkest night, a hood over the face with only bright red eyes glowing through, unnaturally long fingers which seemed to be rotten, lifeless yet full of life, grasping a gigantic scythe which dwarfed Harry as well as the figure itself loomed over Harry like a giant. It cracked a maniacal grin which Harry couldn't see. Harry was horrified and was rooted in his spot out of fear but only managed to control his scream as to not wake up other people. He then shakily whispered,

"Wh-Who are you?"

The figure said nothing but pulled of its hood which only revealed a face of what otherwise would've been a strikingly handsome man. His eyes were…. wait a minute…. he had no eyes! Where there should've been a pair of eyes was two empty eye-sockets. His skin appeared to be mottled and barely could hang on his face. Ants could be seen travelling out of the corner of his mouth and out of his left eye-socket as an eerie red eye lit up in both of his eyes as he began to speak. He had a smooth, silky, deep baritone voice when he spoke.

"It doesn't matter who I am, Harry Potter. What matters is, the fate of the cosmos."

Bewildered, Harry spoke out, "What? What do you mean ' fate of the cosmos'? Life is going to die or something?"

The figure then smiled. Well, as much as a dead corpse could smile. "Precisely that, Harry Potter. May I tell you the tale of the Champion of Death?"

Too surprised to speak, Harry could just mutedly nod.

"Very well, eons ago, a being, hailing from the planet Titan was madly in love with Lady Death. He offered her whatever gifts he could, in attempts to court her to marriage, but, Lady Death did not want to be involved with him so she turned down each attempt of his, to court her. Disappointed, the Mad Titan gave up all hope until he found the ultimate way in which he could think he would be able to please her. And that being, the Infinity Stones."

"I am sorry, but what are the Infinity Stones?" Harry finally found the voice to speak and asked.

"You are saying you don't know what they are?" the figure asked, surprised.

"No, I don't."

Irked, the figure said, "Pathetic. When the Universe bloomed into being, six entities were created which incapsulated the six core elements of the universe. Those being, the Power stone," and a whispery image of a small purple stone was created and hovered between them.

"Space," and the image of a small, blue stone was formed and it hovered towards the left of the image of the purple stone.

"Reality," and the image of a small, bright red stone was created and it took up a spot on the left of the blue stone.

"Soul," then the image of a black stone, with runes etched onto it, came into being and in the image, the stone shook briefly as it shook off the black colour and donned a bright fiery orange as it hovered beside the red stone.

"Time," this time, the image of a slightly larger, vibrant green stone was formed and it floated beside the orange stone.

"And Mind."

Then the image which was of a bright yellow stone bigger than the rest was created and it flew up and floated below all the five other stones.

"Together, they are called the Infinity Stones and have the power to snap half of all life with a snap of a finger. Just like that."

"Dear god…" Harry trailed of in horror. As he found his voice again, he asked yet another question.

"But how does one do that?"

The being chuckled darkly and said, "One must create a gauntlet, capable of wielding all six infinity stones and if they are strong enough, they could possibly withstand the power of the six core elements of the universe, and snap their fingers to wipe out half of all life. And that is what, this being wants to do"

Harry's eyes widened as he processed the last sentence. HE WANTS TO KILL HALF OF ALL LIFE? WHY THE FUCK? And the being answered his question as if it were reading his thoughts.

"As he was thinking about using the stones to give death an ultimate gift, a thought crossed his mind. His home planet had its occupants die out due to overpopulation and low resources. So, he sought out a way to permanently eliminate half of all life of the universe which would essentially, in his train of thought, would eliminate half of all people from planets like us. If he does that- "

"Wait."

Annoyed at being interrupted, he barked out, "What?"

"You are saying, planet s like us? As in plural? You mean there are extra-terrestrial living beings?" He eagerly asked.

"Yes, I am. There are extra-terrestrials in the plane of existence as we speak."

"Can I ask you one more question?"

"What is it?"

"Did the events begin? Has the countdown to the war against the mad titan, already begun?"

The being then said its next sentence with a dark smile, "If you look at the bigger picture, it had begun a long time ago."

"Tell, me Harry, you have lived in this world for quite some time, have you not? With its single British school and the families worthy of the pureblood name, do you ever remember- that it is small?"

"For the Wizarding World is small, Harry Potter. But it is not so small as the world itself, against the darkness. In the years coming, one catastrophic event after the other would take place until the inevitable rise of the Mad Titan. Seven people, seven core people would be the main fighters in this oncoming war. As to whom, I cannot disclose that information as of yet. But when the time comes, you would know them yourself and all around the world, they will be known as the earth's mightiest heroes."

"As of now, you are nothing next to that rabble you grew in. So much power concentrated in such few hands. Yet there is another, far from the world you have known. One who would put all power within one single hand."

He then continued "As your mortal enemy, Voldemort says, ' There is no light or dark. Only power, and those who are to seek it'. This rings true here. After all, only power works against the powerful. Even the vulnerable need power to thrive. And only power would work against the oncoming force."

Then the bathroom went as silent it could be. You could hear each baited breath Harry drew in and let out and, in the distance, Ron's snoring could be heard.

"What's his name again?"

" Thanos.You might know it means death.Your war has never ended; you must know. It is merely the start of a lot more catastrophic events to come"—

"As I had said before, seven people would be vital to this war. And it begs me the question, would you, Harry James Potter, be ready when the time comes? Would you be ready, when the other six form?"

"Will you be ready, when they assemble, Harry Potter?"

He then walked closer towards Harry as he could not do anything but stay still due to fear and due to what he had just heard. Then the being whispered into Harry's ear, " Or will you refuse it, and then watch along as a spectator, seeing the events unfold right before your eyes and you know it is too late to stop them? Will you be ready? Or will you be weak?"

He continued, "…. This is an offer, Harry Potter. Choose wisely. After all, if you choose to be weak, then Thanos will be the universe's and eventually, your endgame…."

Enraged by that, all sleep vanished from Harry in the span of a millisecond as he yelled out,

"I AM NOT WEAK!"

But fortunately, as he said that, Sirius rushed into the bathroom, his eyes wide and wild, his hair messy as he had just woken up and wearing his sleep wear. He then looked around the bathroom and then at Harry and asked,

"Kiddo, who are you yellin' at? Are you alright?"

Hearing the door open, Harry's attention went towards Sirius and his eyes furrowed in confusion as he was trying to recognize who was he. Then he looked over to the spot where the…entity was standing on but he saw nobody. Apparently, no one was there. Confused, he sputtered out,

"No-Nobody Sirius. I- I uh…I was just trying snap myself out of my arse thinking that I am weak. Ever since the ritual, I have been having a second voice in my head saying that I am weak. I was trying to snap myself out of it, that's all Pads." He then grinned at him as to make a point that everything was alright.

Sirius's eyes softened for a moment but he looked utterly unconvinced. So, he pulled Harry in for a hug and he rested his head on Harry's head. He whispered "It's alright kid, it's alright. I'll am here for you. Everything is ok." Harry whispered back a soft message for only Padfoot's ears.

"That I know Sirius. I love you Pads."

"I love you too mate, I love ya Harry." And then he kissed Harry's forehead and he pulled away from the hug.

"Harry, do not scream like that at six in the bloody morning. Anyways, want some breakfast? I'll go tell Molly to make some as she is up right now. You want anything?"

"Um...uh….Bacon, eggs and toast would do."

"Alright Harry, bacon eggs and toast coming right up! I would be eating with you and please freshen yourself up as your breath smells like dirty old socks."

Harry laughed at that and said "I definitely would Padfoot, thanks."

"No problem kid," and then he closed the door and walked away. Harry kept staring at the door, not really looking at it but rather listening for Padfoot's footsteps as he sighed "What would I do without him." Then he began brushing his teeth and began to get ready for the day.

-15 Minutes later-

As he wore closed the buttons of his shirt, he walked out of the room and headed downstairs for breakfast as Sirius promised. As he was climbing down the stairs, he couldn't help but admire the dark beauty Number 12 Grimmauld Place had. Sure, it was dark, dusty and damp. But as he took notice, the cleaned wooden floors and each floor in general looked really well polished and regal. They emitted a sense of royalty.

As he went past a portrait of one of Sirus's ancestors, he couldn't help but think about the fiasco that happened in his bathroom. What was that? He had never experienced anything like that. Was that actually Voldemort? No, it could not be as if it were Voldemort himself, then his scar would've been on metaphoric fire. It would've burnt like hell. But no, it didn't. Then was that a hallucination? Or a creation of his own mind? The second voice? What was that? The Mad Titan being his endgame? Was he going to die soon? The being didn't even say a word about whether had the events begun or not.

But before he could think any more about the incident, he had reached the ground floor which had the dining table and bumped into a very familiar plump Scottish red-haired old woman.

"Oof. Wha-Harry! Good morning! Keep your voice down as the others are sleeping. What are you doing up so early?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"You see Mrs. Weasley, I need to go to Professor Dumbledore's office as he had requested me to come today, last night. Also, is my breakfast ready? I really need to get going." Harry hastily said as he went past Mrs. Weasley to only find Sirius not present.

"Ah yes, your breakfast is very nearly ready. I just need to do the toast then I will serve it to you." Mrs. Weasley said as she went back to get the toast.

"Oh, alright then." Then Harry pulled a chair back and sat as he was waiting for his food. As he was tapping his feet on the wooden floor, he turned his head around and noticed Sirus's absence again so he voiced his question "Mrs. Weasley, do you perhaps know, where Sirius might be? He said that he would be eating with me."

Mrs. Weasley turned around with the food being levitated and she said, "Oh, he had to go somewhere really urgently. Didn't tell me where as he was in quite a hurry. But don't fret, eat your breakfast and go to Albus's office as you said he wants you there."

--In Dumbledore's office--

As Dumbledore was pacing around his study, he looked towards the fireplace as it gave a great roar and sprung to life. Emerald flames flared and a very familiar black-haired, green-eyed wizard was thrown into the office of Albus Dumbledore.

"Blasted floo system, always getting dust on my clothes. Can't ever use them properly, honestly." The familiar young wizard said while dusting off the dust from his clothes.

"In a conundrum with the floo system again, Harry?" Dumbledore voiced from a far corner.

Caught off-guard, Harry pulled out his wand only to recognize the old, wise, and mischievous face of Albus Dumbledore, smiling brightly at him.

"You know Harry, to stick a proper landing, one must have the want to themselves to stick a proper landing. Quit like the intent behind spells. And don't worry, your mother herself couldn't stick a proper landing, no matter how many times she tried, she just couldn't do it."

Harry's face first flushed as he realized Dumbledore had seen him tumble out of the fireplace but the realization hit him as he realized his mother herself couldn't do it.

"Could dad ever do it?"

"Yes, he always could. Lily was always jealous of your father masterfully landing every time he used the floo. It was quite humorous to say the least," he then let out a watery chuckle as he remembered Harry's parents.

Harry controlled a small tear which threatened to escape his eyes and leaned in to ask "What else can you say about them, sir?"

Dumbledore sighed nostalgically and said, "I could tell so many things about them right now, but I believe someone else would do the job better as we are going to him right now."

Furrowing his eyebrows in thought, Harry asked, "To whom are we going to? And where are we even going for that matter?"

"You'll see. But as to where we are going, we are going to a manor, in the land of the Germans. More specifically, we are going to Berlin. And since we have the chance to be spotted by Muggles, best wear our Muggle clothes. You are already wearing yours? Excellent! Now let me just wear my suit."

He then cleared his throat and cast " Vestimenta mutare." (1)

Gone was the sparkling purple robes and blue hat Dumbledore wore, came a grey sleeveless shirt with a white t-shirt beneath it and a dark-grey tie. And the pants he woe were of the same color of the sleeveless shirt. Grey. As his clothes were being altered, his long white beard shortened to a be a bushy, salt and pepper auburn beard at roughly the same height of his collar bones and his wrinkled face smoothened to leave only a bare minimum wrinkles in its wake and the blue hat he wore, lengthened to become a dark navy-blue top hat. If someone looked at him and tried to guess his age, most people would take him to be in his mid-forties.

He then went to his desk and pulled out a dark-green cane to finish his suit. Nobody could tell that this was the same, long-bearded eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"Ready, Harry?"

Harry was stunned at how different Dumbledore looked. Albus's question snapped him out of his trance and he stammered out, "Y-yes, Headmaster."

"Stunned by how different I look?"

Harry's cheeks coloured a little once he realized Dumbledore knew. He could only nod as Dumbledore let out a hearty laugh.

"That is the purpose of this, my dear Harry. To look unrecognizable," his laughter then died as he continued "Now we better stop dwindling around and let's get to work. Hold my hand Harry," he calmly ordered.

Harry hesitantly took it and as he did, he was whisked away to Berlin.

--Scene break--

Harry felt Dumbledore's arm twist away from him and redoubled his grip; the next thing he knew, everything went black; he was being pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his eardrums were being pushed deeper into his skull and then — He gulped great lungfulls of the chilly morning air and opened his streaming eyes. He felt as though he had just been forced through a very tight rubber tube. It was a few seconds before he realized that Dumbledore's office had vanished. He and Dumbledore were now standing in what appeared to be the outskirts of a busy city, and as far Harry's eyes could see, he saw a few people walking in the streets and not that many cars as the sun had just risen up and people were getting ready for their day.

His comprehension catching up with his senses, Harry realized that he had just Apparated for the first time in his life. "Are you all right?" asked Dumbledore, looking down at him solicitously. "The sensation does take some getting used to."

"I'm fine," said Harry, rubbing his ears, which felt as though they had left Hogwarts rather reluctantly. "But I think I might prefer brooms. . ..

Dumbledore smiled, then adjusted his cufflinks and said, "This way." He set off at a brisk pace, past a lot of closed shops and alleyways. And if the sun was to be taken into account, it seemed as if it was around seven in the morning. As the pair turned around a corner, a wall clock showed it was exactly half past seven in the morning.

As they kept on walking, Dumbledore stopped in front of a big bush wall and beyond that, nothing could be seen other than an empty plot.

Dumbledore conjured a paper from his pockets and handed it over to Harry and whispered in his ear, "Memorize what is on it Harry, and once done give it to me." And so, Harry did as he took the paper and memorized it.

' Dumbledore Manor lies in Number 16, Hause der Hummel, Tauentzienstrasse, Berlin.'

And once Harry gave the paper to Dumbledore and looked into the plot, a gargantuan manor with dark brown walls and a black roof, materialised in front of him. The manor had sentry turrets placed on top of its roof and had barbed wires around the walls of the manor. As they walked towards it, Harry noticed the steel pikes that were place towards the entrance of the manor. They walked past it and the young wizard kept on marvelling at the manor. It wasn't as big and grand as Hogwarts but it was grand in its own right.

On closer inspection, Harry noticed that the walls had burnt marks and looked corroded as if they were scorched with fire or caked with acid. Flummoxed, Harry voiced his question.

"Professor, may I ask you something?"

"You just did."

"Ha ha, very funny. My question is, why do the walls look so corroded? What happened to them?"

Dumbledore let out a sigh and continued walking on without a comment. After moments of contemplation, he finally answered.

"That, Harry, is the remnants of the onslaught of Biollante. It had attacked during the Second World War. As the Dark Lord of the time and I had quite the animosity at the time. When I had made my opinion of his ideologies clear, he had responded in kind with setting the horrifying Titan, Biollante, upon this side of Berlin. Its target being me."

He then went quiet as he was lost in his memories and was re-living the attack, mentally. Harry noticed his sudden quietness and prodded him to continue.

"And what happened after that, Headmaster?"

"Biollante attacked the manor, I had foolishly brought some of my wizarding allies over to discuss what should be the next course of action taken in the war but before even the wards could act, Biollante was inside the premises and he was here where we are walking right now."

Harry's eyebrows rose so far that they disappeared in his hairline once he heard that. "It was strong enough to enter the premises despite of the wards?" He asked incredulously.

"No, from what I think, it either rushed past the wards fast enough for the wards to not act or wards to repel Titans might not have been there. But I clearly recall I had placed the wards there…" He then trailed off in thought as he tried to recall what had occurred that day and he was trying to think what must've happened to those wards.

"What happened in the attack, Headmaster?" He nudged Dumbledore.

"Deaths, lots of deaths. Nearly everyone I had brought over was killed but luckily few managed to escape and I was able to kill it using my own form. A pity really that nearly all had to be killed. Oh look! The entrance is nearly here." Dumbledore finished as the door to the manor was visible.

As they opened the door, and entered, Dumbledore called out "TOBIE!"

Harry heard a soft pop to the left of him and was about to bring up his wand but didn't as he realised it was a house elf.

"Hallo Meister Albus, what cans Tobie doos for you? And who is this wizard heres?" the elf spoke in its high-pitched voice, wearing a bowtie and a suit, with a phoenix drawn on its back.

"Hallo Tobie, wie geht es dir? This here is Harry Potter. Can you take my cane and keep it in my study? I will send Harry to his room right away."

"Ja ja, Meister." And then he realized what Dumbledore said and turned towards Harry and yelled out of excitement. "Harry POTTER? Danke Magus Potter, danke for get rid of der Dunkler Herr."

"I am sorry? What did you say there, Tobie?"

"You doos not speaks German?"

"No, I don't."

"I meants thank yous for killing the Dark Lord."

Harry cracked a tight smile and politely said, "It's the least I could do."

And then Tobie bowed as a "You are welcome" and apparated away to Dumbledore's study. As Albus was about to take him to his room on the first floor, Harry heard someone say his name from the top of the entrance.

"Harry."

Harry turned around and saw Sirius standing there, with a wide grin, beckoning Harry to come and hug him. So, he did. Harry rushed over to Sirius and hugged him tightly, grinning all the while.

"Padfoot, why weren't you there in Number 12, this morning? Did you come here? Speaking of which, when did you come?" Harry asked.

"You answered your own question there, Harry. I indeed came here this morning after telling Molly what you want to eat. Speaking of eating, Albus, has Tobie gone to prepare something for Harry?" Sirius turned to Dumbledore and asked.

"Yes, he has Sirius. He is making what you had ordered."

"Brilliant."

"And I believe you are supposed to be revealing something?" Dumbledore prompted.

Sirius looked lost for a second but then the light of remembrance sparked in his eyes as he remembered what was the important thing he had to reveal.

"Ah yes, thank you Albus."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "It's the least I could do, Sirius."

Sirius then turned around and began. "Harry, I have something important to talk about."

"What is it?"

"That I am your godfather."

Puzzled by this revelation, Harry voiced his confusion. "Won't you always were?"

Upon realizing his mistake, Sirius's eyes widened and he let out a small laugh and said "No-I mean yes- I mean I am your godfather legally. Legally meaning the Ministry knows of my innocence and has documented me as your godfather in their documents. So, we can live together now, Harry."

"WHAT? Really? Are you serious?"

Not willing to waste the opportunity, Sirius smiled and said, "Yes, I am always Sirius."

Harry groaned as he heard the bad pun. "Padfoot, that was a flat pun. Don't say that again."

Sirius grimaced as he realized what he had just said. "No wonder James used to bloody rebuke me whenever I did that. It got too old too damn quick in my second year."

"Really?"

"Yep. As I was saying, after this war ends, after this entire bullcrap ends and Voldemort dies, we would be able to live together Harry."

"Thank you Pads. I at least have ya."

Then Dumbledore coughed to bring the attention to him. And it worked a treat. Both Padfoot's and Harry's heads snapped towards Dumbledore and both looked at him questioningly.

"As much I would love this to continue, Sirius, I believe you have to make Harry familiar with the house and what room are barred for entry? I have duties to tend to, and those primarily being getting another wizard from Harry's year whom I believe, also has a Magus Titanus form. So, I really need to get going."

Sirius nodded in understanding. "Sure, sure Albus. I would do the needful and catchup with some of his past adventures. By the way, whom do you think also has a form?" He asked.

Dumbledore let out a breath and said, "I am not sure on one of them but you are very familiar with the parents of the other. He could've been the other one. But since we have the end result right in front of us, it is not safe to say Harry is the only one. It is very probable that he could also play a vital role in Harry's triumph."

Sirius nodded and said, "Very well, I hope that poor boy is actually not involved in this as he already is troubled. You best be going Al- "but before he could finish, Harry interrupted with a question of his.

"I am sorry, but who is this ' other' wizard are you talking about, Professor? Padfoot? Who are you talking about?" He asked as he looked at both of the men, one after the other.

Sirius looked dead in his eyes and said the names while Dumbledore also said it at the same time.

"Neville Longbottom."

Sirius and Harry both bid Dumbledore goodbye and he walked out of the perimeter of the property. The entire while, thoughts were running rampant in his mind and if someone were to look into his mind at the moment, all they would see would be images and words going faster than the eye could see and the brain could process.

"Am I correct, thinking Mr. Longbottom is the other one? Time to find out," he thought to himself as he turned right once he exited the grounds of the manor and apparated away to the house of the Longbottoms in search of young Neville Longbottom.

Thousands of miles away, in Birsay on the island of the Orkney Islands, Dumbledore re-apparated in front of a regal manor. A manor, similar to that of the Dumbledore manor but bigger, and without the acid stains, stood tall and proud in front of one Albus Dumbledore.

Deciding to be polite, Albus rapped his knuckle on the door twice. No response. As he was about to knock it for the third time, a female elf, dressed in a suit which had 'The House of Longbottom' imprinted along the back and a picture of a proud Hippogriff was attached to the breast of the suit.

"Welcome to the House of Longbottom, Dumbledore sir," the elf said in a low, female voice as it bowed down and its long nose was almost touching the ground.

"Hello Mathilda. Can I be granted entrance?" Dumbledore asked politely.

"Yes, Dumbledore sir. Lets me tells the Mistress," And she apparated away to notify Lady Longbottom.

Moments later, the door opened and Dumbledore was greeted by an old woman who looked formidable. She was tall, thin and bony. A hat with a stuffed vulture on top could be seen in the back ground with besides a red handbag. She judged Albus with a critical eye and said, "I was informed by my house elf, that Albus Dumbledore was here to greet me. Who are you?"

Dumbledore, who had momentarily forgotten that he had a disguise on, said, "Augusta, don't you recognise me? This is me, Albus. Oh wait, it's the disguise, isn't it?" and then he dispelled the charm and his skin grew wrinkly and his beard grew white in color and elongated until it was a few centimetres of the floor. Albus quickly tucked his beard in his belt and asked, "Do you recognise me now?"

Augusta vehemently nodded and let him in. She called one of her house elves. "MATHILDA!" She hollered.

In came the house-elf from earlier and asked, "What can I doos for you, Mistress?"

"Fix us some tea and biscuits, please?"

"Sure, sure mistress," and as it was about to pop away, Dumbledore called out, "Wait!"

Mathilda turned around and asked, "Yes, Dumbledore sir?"

"Mathilda, that wouldn't be required. Can you just bring a few chocolate cookies? That would be enough."

The elf looked unsure and said, "If you want it, then heres you go sir. A plate of chocolate cookies," and it snapped it's fingers and a plate of chocolate cookies materialised on the nearby table.

"Would that be all, mistress? Sir?" The elf asked as it looked at the pair one after the other, dead in the eyes.

Augusta said, "Yes Mathilda, you can go now."

The elf replied in earnest, "Thanks you Mistress. Call me again if you needs me," and then it apparated away in a soft pop.

Albus and Augusta both walked over to the table, took a cookie each and began their discussion. Augusta went first, "So, Albus, what brings you here? First of all, a good morning is in order so a very good morning to you."

Dumbledore took a bite out of his cookie, marvelled at the taste and zoned out for a second. As he remembered what he was supposed to do, he then focused on the task at hand. "Sorry Augusta, I just like chocolate too much. Tell me Augusta, wait first of all, good morning. Now tell me, are you familiar with the legend of the Titans? Dumbledore asked calmly.

Augusta nodded and motioned him to continue, "Go on," she said.

"I came here because I suspect Neville has the ability to access his Magus Titanus form and I would like to show his form to him," Dumbledore finished.

Augusta's eyes widened with shock. She recovered and then asked, "Are you kidding me or are you sure, Dumbledore?"

"I am very much sure."

Eyes shining with hope and pride, Augusta hollered, "MATHILDA!"

Mathilda re-apparated into the room and asked, "Yes, Mistress?"

"Can you bring Neville right now? If you can, then please do so."

Mathilda responded, "Yes, Mistress. I shall brings him," and then she apparated away to bring in Neville.

As she apparated back, it was a bit difficult to tell who had brought who. Mathilda and Neville had their limbs stuck to each other and were struggling to separate themselves. She then apparated away from the heir to the house of Longbottom and stood back and asked, "Doos you needs anything else, Mistress?"

"No, that would be all, Mathilda. Thank you."

"My pleasure, Miss," and she apparated away.

Once Neville got up, he took notice of Dumbledore and straightened his clothes and exclaimed, "Headmaster! Good morning! I wasn't expecting you to be here! Can I do anything to help?"

Dumbledore gave him a brief smiled and responded back with a kind "Good morning to you as well," and he continued, "You see Mr. Longbottom, you are needed right now. Not something for Hogwarts, but instead something I am intrigued to see. Now tell me first of all, are you familiar with the legend of the Titans?" He asked calmly.

Neville gave a nod as a yes.

"Then you must know, I suspect you to have the ability to access you Magus Titanus form and I would love to show it to you, if you don't mind?"

"No no, I don't, Headmaster."

"Then are you willing to go some place private to check your form or do you want me to do it in your room?"

"Any place is fine."

"Then can I do it in your room?"

"Sure sir, I have no problem with that."

"Alright then, I believe you have to lead me into your room?"

And so, the went into his room.

As Albus and Neville walked into the room, the first thing Albus noticed was that a lot of houseplants were in the corners of the room and sunlight was streaming in through the window. School books were kept in a neat manner on the table with the quill and inkpot kept on top of them. The bookshelf beside the desk was filled with books on Defence against the Dark Arts, Charms, Potion making, Transfiguration, Astronomy, Divination, Care of Magical Creatures and Herbology. Lots and lots of books on Herbology.

As he turned to face the other side of the room, Neville's bed was neatly placed in a corner and a picture of him, his toad and his grandmother was on the wall, directly above the bed. In the picture, Neville seemed young enough to be either a first-year student or a second-year student.

Dumbledore eyed Neville's chair he uses for studying and then looked back at Neville for the briefest of moments. Then he commanded Neville to sit on the chair.

"Neville, sit down in that chair."

So, he sat.

Albus cleared his throat and pulled out his wand. "Now, do you trust me?"

"Yes, I do, Headmaster. Can you at least tell me what are you going to do?"

He then bounded Neville to the chair with a swift Incarcerous. Slowly panicking, Neville half-asked, half-yelled out his question.

"Headmaster? WHAT are you going to do?"

"I am going to cast the spell that would allow me to reveal your Magus Titanus form. Beware, this process hurts so let me conjure a hanky for you to bite while I cast the revelation spell."

" Coniurare" Dumbledore cast and a white hanky materialized in front of them. He handed the hanky to Neville and said, "Bite this while I cast the spell. Now, do you trust me?"

Neville took the hanky and said, "Yes I do, Headmaster." And then put the hanky in his mouth, ready. He then gave Dumbledore a thumbs up and then Dumbledore nodded and said,

"Very well then. Close your eyes and let me focus."

Neville closed his eyes and Dumbledore followed suit. His wand began to glow a bright blue as he began to twirl his wand. Then he pointed his wand at Neville and intoned in a firm voice.

" Ostende mihi hoc Magia Wielders Titanus Forma. Sive Tenebris aut Luce, Infirma vel Potens, OSTENDE MIHI!"

And then the young Longbottom began to scream as he began to feel pain beyond his comprehension. Albus continued to chant until he saw golden light and a form burst forth from the Longbottom's chest and hovered in-between them like a hologram. Albus recognized it as he had imagined and had a firm guess on what his form could've been. He then chuckled and said,

" Just as I had imagined, that is your form Neville….Titanus Methuselah…."