Author note: Sorry folks for not posting for so long, my muse betrayed me and left me alone in the dark. And there is personal stuff like my law school that forced me to abandon this hobby.I apologize deeply, and probably I won't be posting for quite some time, it seems I have been also sick without even knowing it, my spine has been somehow deformed, and I couldn't spend my time in front of my comp for longer periods, otherwise my neck hurts and gets incredibly stiff, headaches , lack of sleep, well you can see my problem. I'm actually ashamed of this, it's not easy to realise that you are practically half invalid. Well, that's it. Oh, chapter six is going to be a long one, maybe boring. And I apologize for any misspellings and errors in my writing, again, because English is not my native language, and I have not found anyone to proofread my story. Critics are always welcome, they only make me try harder. But I must tell that there are far worse things that can happen. Enjoy yourselves, as much as you can.

CHAPTER 5: SPIRITS WITHIN

Albus Dumbledore walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest and disappeared. Next moment he was at the totally different scene. There was no forest, just dusty ground, covered in small brushes. In the distance one could see large man sized stones, forming circle, that were visible only because of the moonlight falling from the skies, that were filled with miriad of sparkling, twinkling stars. Dumbledore quickly checked around, and after a few moments he started walking towards the stones. He reached them in a few minutes. They were just large boulders actually,but Dumbledore could feel subtle power that permeated the area inside the circle. He did not understand what it was, but could safely assume it resembled the Stonehenge. It was sacred place, especially to his friend who helped him long time ago. And now, he was here again to ask for his aid, but not for himself. He knew that the place was warded, and he would have company soon. And just as he predicted, he first could hear soft footsteps, and soon a man stepped in the clearing, a man Albus Dumbledore did not see for many years.

" Good evening Chuyat, my friend. I am glad you came, because it is you whom I was looking for. "

Chuyat was an American Indian, dark bronze skin, long grey hair, and dark black eyes that shone with powerful intensity, not so unlike Dumbledore's twinkling eyes. He wore traditional indian outfit, skin trousers and moccasinoes, and light sleeveles jacket, unbuttoned, revealing his tattooed chest and upper arms. He had wand on his left hip, his arm dangling close to it's holster. He was old, yet he bore no beard like Dumbledore, but he was surely close to him in age. Man raised his hands and smiled , " Greetings Albus, it has been many years since we last met. You obviously need my help , and it must be something important, so I want to know what is it about?"

Dumbledore sighed unhappilly. " Yes, you are right. I'm sorry to disturb you but it is not for me, but for the sake of innocent, brave, but foolish boy. His name is Harry Potter, my student, and I'm sure you know of him."

" Of course, who wouldn't know of the Boy Who Lived. But what happened to him?"

" I think it would be for the best that you come to Hogwarts to see for yourself. I'm not sure what is it, but I know his life might be in peril, lest you help him. If you cannot do it, I don't know who could. Right now Harry lies in some sort of coma and his magic is wild. I believe he might die if he does not wake up soon."

" Hmm, sounds bad. You don't want him moved because any form of magical transport might harm him, and I agree. All right I'll come, but he will still have to be brought here, for any kind of treatment."

" I understand Chuyat. Let's hurry, every second counts"

So they left the stones behind and moved to the spot Dumbledore arrived, and activated portkey together. They arrived at the same place Dumbledore used as starting point, near the Forbidden Forest. They quickly walked to the Hogwarts castle, passing it's massive entrance. Chuyat did not gape around, it was obvious he was here before. Soon they passed through the maze of passages and long dark corridors to the wide doorway into the domain of Mrs. Pomfrey, the Hospital Wing. Alastor Moody opened the door for them, wand ready to fire spells, his magic eye spining wildly.

" What's the password?!" he grunted, looking them suspiciously.After the events during the Triwizard Tournament, he became even more paranoid. Never too careful, he thought often to himself.

" Snickers are great this tme of year, Moody." answered Albus, smiling and he proceeded with introduction " This is my friend, whom I asked to help with Harry's problem. He needs to check his condition to determine if he can do something, so let's not wait any more."

Chuyat followed after Dubledore, right to the Harry's bed. Boy was asleep, no glasses, scar visible under his hair. He then turned to the two men and asked them to give him some space, so that nothing interfered with his scan. He pulled out his wand and begun waving it above Harry and at the same time he was murmuring some strange incantations. He was like that for nearly half an hour, and he was already hoarse and sweating, gasping. As soon as he stopped he collapsed on the bed nearby asking for water. Dumbledore conjured him a glass with a flourish of his wand and gave him to drink. Moody was standing next to Harry, his eye focused on his prone form, as if checking for some kind of damage.He still was not ready to trust anyone besides Dumbledore. Chuyat looked at them tiredly, and Albus knew that Harry was in serious trouble.

" Chuyat, my friend, what did you find out? Will Harry be all right?"

" I'm sorry Albus, you were right to bring me here. Harry is in bad shape and he will have to be moved to the stone circle if I am to help him."

This time it was Moody who spoke, " So did you figure out what's going on with the boy?"

" Yes and no. It's not his magic that is the problem. It's gone wild, yes, probably due to his exposure to the Veil, but it is his mind, or spirit that was thrown out of balance. Without mind, our power goes unchecked and it can harm us. It didn't help that his mind was assaulted by the Dark Lord, and by incompetent lectures in Occlumency."

That caused moody to turn to Dumbledore, " I told you that letting that slimy Slytherin train Harry is a disaster waiting to happen, but you had to insist on your stupid idea that Snape is a good teacher because he is so good at it himself. Bah, it should have been me ."

Dumbledore answered Moody with weary tone. " You know why did it Alastor, we needed to reinstate Snape as one of the favorites to Voldemort, and this task was perfect cover. I counted on Harry to realize importance of his studies with Severus, but he could not resist his petty provocations and he ignored his instructions on purpose, he refused to practice Occlumency every night, instead he actively searched Voldemorts secrets, and that curiosity brought him here." Then he turned to Chuyat, asking " Please explain Harry's condition, what exactly is wrong with him?"

" Like i said, his mind seems to be in coma, but it's his spirit that was thrown out of balance and now his magic is out of control. For a long time it was suppressed by foreign intrusion, a piece of his would be killer, a fragment of Voldemort. In return he gained some of his skills, like parseltongue. Everything balances out in the end, it's a basic law in our existence, you know that. Now that part was cast out,and a new balance of power must be made inside the boy. It will happen on it's own, but his mind must be returned, only then balance wll be restored. My people, as you are aware Albus, are wandwizards like yours. But we still follow the way of our forefathers, of mind and spirit, always seeking harmony and balance in us and in the world of flesh and spirit. Long time ago we used that knowledge and skill to help you, and now we will use it to help Harry. His spirit has been cast out on the spiritual plane, which is usually available only to those who spent their lives training and meditating. They all had the ability since youth, but training was necessary to protect themselves from harmful entities that may be encountered there. Hary is now experiencing a vision of sorts, but he is most probably unaware of happened to him and is trapped within a certain vision, opening himself to contact. I will probably be able to find him, but there are no guarantees. I could sense that he was already in contact with something or someone, but what or who, I cannot say. For now he is safe. I must go back to pepare for the ritual, but he must be brought to the circle. As soon as he is more stable, bring him with you. I believe portkey transfer will not harm him, we are lucky for that. But only you can come with Harry , or I will not come."

"I will do as you say Chuyat, as soon as he is ready . Thank you very much for this." Dumbledore was relived, Harry was not beyond help, and he was convinced that soon he will be back to health, and the bonus was the fact that Voldemort will not have acess to his mind.

Chuyat stood up and walked to the door of the Hospital Wing, while Moody escorted him through the castle and to the Forest. They did not talk, it was unecessary. Befor he left via portkey, Moody looked at him ad smiled, it was a scary sight, even for someone like Chuyat, " Well, good trip to you old man, and thanks for coming."

Old man just nodded and activated his portkey and in the next moment he was gone. Moody turned back and went to the castle. He had his bodygard duty to continue.