Xanatos and Diaa'lar walked into the headmaster's office 10 minutes later, and noticed the old man sitting behind his desk in the center of the room. Off to one side but not far away sat a golden perch on which sat Fawkes. The bird let out a short trill when he saw the two enter and Dumbledore looked up.
The old man looked shocked when he saw them enter. "Who are you?!" He demanded, Xan could see him carefully moving toward his wand which rested in the desk near his left hand. "I can't prove it to you right now, but I am, was, Harry Potter." The old man's eyebrows shot up in shock. "At least tell me something that only Harry would know." Dumbledore commanded.
"In second year I fought a basilisk with the sword of Gryffindor which I pulled out of the sorting hat." Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle.
"Take a seat. You've certainly changed over the year Harry." Somehow Xanatos could sense that the old man knew more at a glance than he was letting on.
"How are you Headmaster?" Xan returned in greeting. "Good, good, now what seems to be the problem Harry?" Dumbledore asked curiously.
"Well, a couple times in the last few days before I came here, my scar started acting up, sending shoots of pain through my head. I was worried that there were some signs the Voldemort was on his way back." Xan stated.
"No, none that we've noticed. Although I'll agree that your scars reactions is worrying, as that is your direct connection with Voldemort. Have you had any visions, feeling that weren't your own?"
"No sir, except for the scar I've felt nothing. It's just that I haven't had any problems in the years since I've left, until now." Xan glanced over at Diaa'lar who was standing quietly but clearly paying close attention to what was being said with obvious interest.
"Well, it has been a long trip, and I do need to get back. But I felt this might be important enough to come see you about."
"Of course, if you have any other worries Harry, feel free to drop by again and bring them up." Dumbledore smiled as he stood to shake Xan's hand. "I will sir, thank you." He shook hands with his old professor before gesturing Diaa'lar to follow him outside.
As both of them walked through the halls they didn't speak. Diaa'lar stayed quiet out of respect for her master's privacy, no matter how curious she was about what the meeting had meant, and Xan stayed quiet because he was deep in thought. Trying desperately to piece together what he knew so far, which he had to admit with frustration, was next to nothing.
Xan knew that the day had been mostly had been mostly unproductive, but he was so tired, and it was a week long trip to get back to the planet he really needed to be on right now. So Xan resolved to eat later and instead sleep for a few hours as soon as they got on the ship.