Harry came to his senses slowly, feeling lighter than he ever had before, and savoring the feeling of warmth around him. He wanted nothing more than to sink back into unconsciousness, but he knew he'd have to face reality eventually, and he didn't want to prolong the inevitable. He peeled his eyes open slowly, not expecting to see blue skies above him. He sat up quickly, taking in his surroundings, and wondering what was going on. He was in a field of flowers of all colors and types, directly in the center of it, that stretched out in front of him as far as the eye could see. He stood slowly, circling and trying to figure out where he was and how he got there, when there was a slight whine in front of him. He looked to the sound but couldn't see anything except the flowers until something shifted, a figure laying on the ground, and Harry made his way over quickly. He stopped in front of the waking figure, seeing it was the Hollow, and knelt in front of it while he waited for it to wake up. He didn't have to wait long, the Hollow sitting up as soon as it noticed Harry's presence, and looking around with a glint in its' eyes. "What happened? Where are we?"
The Hollow looked at Harry sharply, Harry unable to tell what it was thinking, and took a moment to get a better look at it. Its' body was black, nothing very noticeable aside from the claw-like fingers and toes, and the whip-like tail that lay on the ground behind it, and the 'hair' on the back of its' head in spikes.
"We are in your inner world, your soul. I am not certain, but I believe I was sucked in when I devoured the shard of soul in your scar."
Harry took another look at his surroundings, not surprised at what his soul looked like on the inside, he'd always wanted freedom and peace. "What does that mean?"
"I do not know."
Harry huffed and let himself fall back into the flowers, almost disappearing from sight, staring up at the sky and realizing there was no sun. He looked to the side as the Hollow stood, watching it look around curiously. "Do you have a name?" The Hollow looked at Harry for a moment, eyes curious, and Harry thought he was getting better at deciphering its' thoughts.
"I do not remember."
Harry frowned, sitting up and hugging his knees to his chest, resting his chin on top. "I don't want to call you Hollow all the time, I get the feeling we're going to be together for awhile."
"You may call me what you wish, it does not matter to me."
Harry hummed thoughtfully, trying to think of something, and watching the Hollow intently. It looked and sounded male, and he didn't like referring to the Hollow as an it, so that was one thing settled. He held himself confidently, obviously uncertain of what was going on, but knowing he could figure things out. The last thing was the way he talked, it reminded him a bit of a pureblood, without the demeaning undertones, with every word chosen carefully and with purpose. "What if I call you Regal? Or Reign?"
"Why Reign?"
The Hollow had turned to study Harry, looking over his shoulder slightly, and making Harry smile slightly. "Because of the way you act, it reminds of me royalty, and the way you talk." The Hollow hummed thoughtfully, sounding pleased at Harry's words, and nodded in agreement.
"Thank you. I do not yet know your name."
"It's Harry, Harry James Potter." Harry stood and held out his hand, smiling when the newly dubbed Reign took it in his own, and shook it slowly. There was a moment of silence before Harry felt a shift in the air, like a tugging sensation in the back of his mind, and looked to Reign in confusion. "What's happening?"
"You're waking up. Do not worry, Harry, I will still be here in your soul. I am a part of you now. Follow your instincts and you will be alright."
Harry didn't get the chance to ask what he meant before he was yanked out of his inner world, opening his eyes to the darkness of Reign's cell, and stood up quickly. He swayed for a moment, but looked around quickly, finding himself alone, until a voice spoke in the back of his mind.
"Do not panic, I am still here."
Harry calmed immediately, he wasn't alone, and made his way to the now open door, stepping out into the hallway. "Do you know the way out of here?"
"Yes, just follow my directions. Go straight for now."
Harry listened to Reign, breathing a sigh of relief when he came out into the Atrium, and wondering how much time had past. He looked around hoping to see someone, anyone, from the Order or one of his friends, and was startled by a shout behind him.
"Harry!" Dumbledore came rushing towards him, moving as fast as his old body would allow, and grabbed Harry by the shoulders. "What happened? Where did you go?"
Harry blinked once, feeling a wave of calm hit him before he could lash out at his headmaster, his expression closing off. "I went after Bellatrix and got lost. I only just found my way back. What happened professor, I felt Voldemort here."
Dumbledore exhaled and seemed to age before Harry's eyes, looking as old as he really was, and let go of Harry. "Voldemort fled, I cannot figure out why, but you are very lucky not to have encountered him. Come, we must leave before-"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"We can talk back at Hogwarts, my boy, we must leave."
Harry stepped away from Dumbledore, backing up quickly and shaking his head. "I'm not going anywhere with you, never again. You lied to me."
Dumbledore looked pain at the anger burning in Harry's eyes. "Please listen to me, there was a reason I-"
"NO! You listen! I'm tired of you hiding things from me, not telling me things that could save my life, could've saved Sirius' life!" Harry backed up further, making sure to put plenty of distance between himself and Dumbledore. "I'm done with you. I'm done with the entire wizarding world! Don't try to find me, it won't work."
Harry turned around quickly, flicking his hand in front of himself as Reign focused his power, telling him what to do to get away. Harry stepped through the rip that appeared in the air, walking through it confident that Reign would get him somewhere safe, and leaving Dumbledore staring after him with a look of shock.