Chapter 4

The HP universe belongs to J.K. Rowling and I'm just publishing this for fun.

The dark lord saw the green spell heading towards his opponent, and just as eleven years before he saw the light hitting his opponent and rebounding back to him, the reaction caused by his own spell rebounding with whatever was protecting Harry Potter sent him flying, disarming him from the wand he had acquired from Quirrell and the Philosophers Stone that he was holding on his other hand as means to magnify his magic, both going inside the cupboard under the stairs landing on top of the boy just as the dark lord was pushed backwards sailing through a window landing on the front lawn of the house.

The effects of the spell impacting the boys protections was seen across the dark lord's face, it was an angry shade of red, as it had been burned and the pain was immeasurable, he felt his new body failing him and his magic beginning to sustain the damage done. He took a look at his surroundings and saw the neighbours that had come out after the explosions shook the whole neighbourhood. He needed to collect the stone and wand so he could retreat and find a way to recover from the damage.

He hastily got up and made his way towards the house "You won't succeed Tom" the serene voice of Albus Dumbledore made his way towards his ears.

"The deed is done you old fool!" He said as he made haste towards the house, he was unarmed and his magic was taking a toll at sustaining his body, he got inside the house and quickly made his way down the stairs of the cupboard, there lying was the one 'destined' to defeat him with his stone and his wand lying on top. He quickly grabbed the wand and just as he touched the stone he felt another drain on his magic and was shoved in to the wall by a magic pulse.

"It's too late Tom, please surrender peacefully" The voice of Dumbledore sounded from the top of the stairs just as the grandfatherly image appeared in the door frame.

"Ha! As if you old fool!" He needed to get out of here, he was in no condition to face his old teacher, and it was time to retreat but not without the stone. "Your precious weapon is dead Dumbledore there is nothing you can do to stop me"

"I beg to differ Tom" Dumbledore prepared his wand to stop the dark lord "It seems to me that the one at disadvantage here it's you. I have the higher ground"

And just as the Headmaster fired a spell towards his opponent the Dark Lord vanished in to black smoke leaving no signs of ever being there. Albus Dumbledore made is way down the stairs watching as his student lay on top of his trunk a broken boy. He had the fabled Philosophers Stone on top of him glowing a bright gold.

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Harry opened his eyes and shut them after an instant, the light was really bright, and it was everywhere, so opening them bit by bit and squinting a lot he began adjusting his eyes and caught on that he was in a train station but all around him instead of walls there was an intense whiteness that reflected light making everything emit a hue like aura. As he got up and got a good look at his surroundings he found many similarities with King's Cross and to his surprise a train was waiting at the platform.

He got closer to the train hoping to find answers to his current predicament, he got up to the entrance of one of the middle wagons and as he was about to take a step inside the train he heard a vaguely familiar female voice "You don't have to board the train just yet son".

He froze on the spot as he saw two figures materialize in front of him at the entrance of the wagon "Mum" he instantly choked on tears.

"Hello my little one, I've missed you, please before taking another step you must listen to us" his mother told him.

"You are growing in to a fine young man and I couldn't be prouder" His father spoke for the first time "Seeing you fills me with pride, I recognize a great Potter when I see one, your grandma taught me"

"Dad" He was speechless, here they were for the first time in his conscious life, just as he was going to throw himself at them his mother spoke again.

"We are sorry son but as much as we would love to hold you and stay with you forever we can't" Lily Potter had a sad expression on her face that was reflected to perfection on her sweet green eyes.

"Once you are on this train you belong to deaths domains son and you can never go back" his dad continued for his mother seemingly unable to speak. "You see you are being granted a second chance, due to special circumstances you have a choice to come to the other world or to go back to the land of the living".

"You know I want to stay, you know that there are more things appealing to me on this side than on the other one" just as Harry spoke these words Lily let out a sob in that instant and hid her face in James's chest.

"You have so much to live son, your life is only just begun and just as right now you feel you have been dealt a bad hand, it's not going to be like that forever" James Potter encouraged his son. "You have already had a taste of it in Hogwarts and with Ron and Hermione, you have just begun to grow as a wizard and you will be one of the greatest wizards of your age"

Gathering whatever strength she had left Lily turned back to her only son with her eyes red and swollen from crying "You will find love son, you will have family I promise you are already beginning one with your friends"

"What special conditions are the ones that allow me to go back?"

James Potter smirked to his son "Ah take a look at the first window of this carriage"

Harry turned to look just at his side and what he saw left him speechless there in the first compartment lying on a bench gasping for breath was a weaker version of the Voldemort that had attacked his house just before coming here, it seemed sick like it was about to pass out any moment.

He went back to his parents and found them smiling again "So he is dead for real this time?" he asked hopeful.

Lily choked back another sob while James answered "No son, this is just a part of him, there are some of these same parts hidden and they must be destroyed so that bastard can meet his end".

"You can do it son I know it" his mother kept encouraging him "And when the time is right we will be able to talk again I promise".

"You require to go back and become the greatest Potter in history and continue the Peverell legacy in Magical Britain, I know that when you come back here it will be with a fulfilling life filled with happiness and growth" His father finished.

"We must depart now son, but you must know that you are always in our hearts that's why you are never alone" His mother said as she was fading.

"You go take on the world by a storm kid, and please go to Gringotts and ask for Wolfclaw he will help you set up what is necessary, Sirius was supposed to do this but he is otherwise occupied".

Just then the train's whistle blew and his father started to fade too, just as the train started rolling out the station he also felt like being pulled behind his navel a lot alike the tug of a portkey and suddenly he knew no more.

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As Harry started to gain consciousness he felt really cosy, he was in a really comfortable bed, feeling the morning rays of sun coming from somewhere and giving him more heat than the ones from the covers, he had a really nice set of thick cotton pyjamas and the sheets where soft and really comfortable.

As he opened his eyes and looked around he found himself in a really nice king sized bed in a room that seemed to be inside of a castle if the white stone walls where anything to go by. The room was nice enough with two bed side tables a desk next to a wall just besides a double sized empty bookcase. There was a great window to his left that was the source of the morning rays, it overlooked a huge tree with really thick and numerous branches that left just enough space for filtered sunlight to reach the room. There were also a small door that seemed to lead to a closet and two more doors leading somewhere else.

He was actually feeling pretty rested and refreshed, like he somehow was liberated from a curse he reached for his glasses and as he put them on he noticed his wand lying beside them and his clothes folded on a chair by the side of the bed.

He started to remember the attack on his house and seeing the Dark Lord, the fear and reaction he had the moment he was attacked, if only he could have more foresight and use the cloak from the start.

He took a deep breath and remembered his encounter with his parents and their kind words, it was time to forget the past and start living, his mistakes were in the past and he would strive every day of his life to become someone that he could look in the mirror and be proud of. It was time to give his best effort in everything and start living.

Just then one of the normal doors the one that was to his right opened allowing the form of his Headmaster to come inside the room, he had midnight blue robes with silver patterns in representations of astral bodies like Saturn or stars or little moons. He was a grandfatherly visage he had his spectacles as always and a serene smile accompanied by his usual twinkling eyes.

"Harry it's so good to see you awake and well" his voice was filled with relief as was his whole mannerism. He stood for a moment appraising the teen and the conjured a soft looking comfortable chair.

"Hello Headmaster" the boy responded with a bright smile, this kept alleviating Albus Dumbledore's fears.

"Well it seems to me Harry that you are a really special boy" the Headmaster begun "You have managed to become the first person to survive two killing curses, although you must act now as if that luck is over" Albus smiled a little bit by the end.

"So my Mother's protection is over?" The teen asked the experienced wizard.

"I believe its potency has diminished although her protection will remain with you forever as in the love of a mother for her child has the potential to become infinite" He wanted to drive his point across, if the boy was to fulfil the prophecy Albus had to guide him through the creative power of love, the infinitely driving force that hid in every corner of the world the one thing that kept everything together.

Harry kept on thinking how his mother had been able to save him twice from certain death and both times had been from the other world, her kind words were still etched to his heart.

"I believe Harry that this is the time where we must discuss quite a bit" Dumbledore leaned over towards Harry "You see I was preventing this conversation for your sake, for your protection, however recent events have made it imperative for you to be aware of them".

Just as Harry was about to interrupt him the Headmaster held his hand up stopping the teen from asking "I think Harry that it's best if you let me explain first" just as he lowered his hand he took a deep breath "About twelve years ago this summer I witnessed a true prophecy"

And so Dumbledore told him the story of how one Sybill Trelawney got her job position at Hogwarts The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies... Words that forever would be etched in to his mind.

He was completely dumbfounded, the feeling that had been germinating since his last talk with the great wizard gave its first signs of life and broke the ground, he had no idea how he would be able to achieve it, but he had faced the dark wizard head to head twice before, and he was sure as hell going to be ready the next time they met.

"You see Harry there was another baby that fit the requirements of the prophecy your roommate at Hogwarts one Mister Neville Longbottom, also had parents that were part of the fight against Lord Voldemort and were one of the brightest, they also were powerful aurors in service of the ministry. You see just like your parents when they were paired they made a terrific duo, covering each other's blind spots and weaknesses, this teamwork gave them the edge to go against the Dark Lord himself for a while, by no means to a standstill but just enough to help their allies and themselves escape a tricky situation".

Harry was eager absorbing precious information about his parents and their abilities and how they were able to stand up to evil and survive to see another day "However as my friend Murphy always likes to say 'Anything that can go wrong will go wrong' the prophecy was not a secret from the go, as a spy was there at the Hog's Head, he was caught by my brother the keeper of the inn just at the beginning of Sybill's prediction alas just after I heard the prophecy I called both your parents and Mister Longbottom 's to my office and explained the situation to them, that was the cause they took you both in to hiding for whatever was left of the war".

"Both couples went in to hiding under the Fidelius Charm with a secret keeper of their own choosing, I taught the couple how to cast it and let them perform the procedure by themselves so only they would know who their secret keeper was"

"Wait Fidelius Charm?" Harry asked the pool of wisdom that was sitting by his bed.

"The Fidelius Charm is an action created by taking a location and make it a secret, then storing said secret deep within someone's soul, the person that you trust the most hence the fidelity requirement, as you cast the powerful spell said location will be then hidden from the world from everyone but the secret keeper".

"So how exactly where they found?" Harry couldn't get enough clarity in the situation "I mean where their friend found and tortured or something?" this was getting heavier and heavier.

"I wouldn't know my boy, as I told you before I never learned the identity of their secret keeper. However there are always rumours, you see our father's best friend since his first day at Hogwarts was one Sirius Black" Sirius, his dad had mentioned that name, something about being otherwise occupied "They bonded much like you have with mister Weasley from the first instant until they left Hogwarts's halls, he was your parents obvious choice, however he was not the only one on the group, there were less obvious choices and far better bets".

"On November the first the very next morning that your parents were found death and the Dark Lord was assumed vanquished one Sirius Black was arrested for the murder of one Peter Pettigrew and thirteen muggles" Dumbledore let this last piece of the puzzle settle in the teens mind for the last strike and instil some critical thinking in his thought process "You see these are all conjectures I cannot point fingers as the information is really scarce but Sirius Black is in Azkaban on charges of treason to the nation and is known as the right hand of Lord Voldemort and is the known betrayer of your parents as he was the obvious choice to be secret keeper".

This mystery had always bothered him however as he took the task of rebuilding after the last war, and focused on investigating more about the lost decades of Tom Riddle's life after Hogwarts, and Sirius always took a back seat in to his thinking, coupled with all of the former there was also a deep sense of betrayal in his heart that made him evade the facts for many years however this was not the moment to focus on this particular case.

As he came back from his musings he noticed that the room went silent so he let it be like that for a few moments, the almost twelve year old kid had been absorbing a lot of sensitive information, but as things were going he had to accelerate everything, he needed the boy to be able to protect himself and this was the perfect fuel for that cold hard determination to protect that needed to grow inside the teen.

After about five minutes he decided that it was time to keep going as more explanations were needed he would have time to cope with all of this, he cleared his throat to call his disciple's attention "As I told you Harry there is much we need to discuss today".

The boy stared at him with owlish eyes obviously surprised that there was even more things too talk about, so taking a deep breath he turned away from the headmaster gathered his thoughts and after a moment or two he turned to face the headmaster again he nodded and steeled himself ready to receive more info.

"Right now Harry I'm afraid that we don't know exactly the state of things, you see Voldemort had the stone for days and we don't know what kind of things he did with it while in possession, thankfully the Stone is out of his reach once again" The old headmaster was telling him things as no adult had before, he was taking his time to explain things and make him see the reason behind his actions and he was very thankful.

"Excuse me sir but who is we?" Harry questioned the old wizard.

"Ah we have been so immersed in our conversation that I forgot to mention key facts about the subject" Dumbledore acknowledged the point Harry was making and turned with a question instead of an answer "where do you think you are Harry?".

Harry wondered for about a second and told the old headmaster his first thought "I suppose this is your home sir?"

Dumbledore smiled at the answer, he found it amusing the way the boy thought of him as the greatest wizard of all time, with every resource at his disposal, the truth however had been that he came from a humble family, he had been the son of farmers "You see Harry I've dedicated my whole life to the academy, and although my expenses are not that high and I have quite a few inventions that still turn profit, the bottom line is that I'm not wealthy enough to afford a home quite like this" He said to the teen "and even if I could it would all go to waste what with spending all my time at Hogwarts and leaving only to attend my other responsibilities" He finished keeping the same amused grin.

"Ok I get it not your home, then I'm at loss sir, where are we?" The teen told the centennial man.

"We are at a place my teacher refers to as The Ascension, meaning a holy place a heaven on earth as he likes to call it" Dumbledore entered in lecture mode once again "You see my teacher Nicolas and his wife have been public figures for centuries, making their living arrangements complicated. When they choose this place in the Labrador Sea it was because it could be completely concealed and it was in a powerful enough place to support wards designed only to function when they are on magical ley lines".

Harry could relate to their conundrum, how could he not, he had only been for a year amongst the magical folk and was already the target for stares and gossip far more than he wanted to be ever, so a magical stronghold in the middle of the ocean for him sounded heavenly.

Right on cue the door opened to reveal a tall woman she had honey blonde hair with deep brown eyes, she was really pretty but what caught his attention the most was the motherly smile on her face she seemed to radiate care, coming close to the bed he addressed Harry "How are you feeling child? Is the bed comfortable enough?"

"Thank you mam everything's all right actually I feel pretty good" He politely answered.

"None of this mam stuff Harry please call me Grandmother or any derivative" She told the lad and sure as hell she saw his surprised look right away.

"W…w…what!?" was the only thing he managed to stutter.

"My eldest daughter married in to the main Potter family line so I will never say how many times great but I sure am your Grandmother" she had a soft smile on her face while revealing the truth to the boy, she took out her wand and conjuring a chair for herself she settled with both men.

"Where were we?" She adressed the amused Headmaster and the dumbfounded teen.