A/N: Hello again. Sorry for the wait. I want to tell those who reviewed or favorited or even just read my story that you made my entire week. When I got those first reviews I literally jumped for joy and told everyone who would listen. Thank you so much! This chapter still isn't very long but it's definitely longer than the last one. I hope you like it.

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Chapter 2-Camelot

Harry awoke laying flat on his back with an awful headache. He kept his eyes tightly shut against the pain. At the same time he felt strangely empty. As if something was missing. Though his head ached terribly, it felt clearer than it ever had. He suddenly felt strangely alone in the world. His own thoughts echoed loudly inside his head. He yearned for for more noise to disrupt the terrible emptiness. There had always been a tangible presence in the back of his mind, now missing. Then he remembered the twisted thoughts and emotions he had always heard. Thoughts of murder and pain and hate. He could no longer feel his connection to Voldemort's mind. He had dreamed of the day when he would be free of the strange visions and occasional flashes of emotion, so why did he feel so empty? Also, how could this be possible? Was Voldemort dead? Was Harry dead?

At that thought, Harry opened his eyes and sat up abruptly. He was sitting in a clearing in the midst of many towering trees. At first, Harry thought he might be in the forbidden forest, but those trees were darker, ominous. These trees were far from ominous. They were thick with broad leaves that let in dappled sunlight which illuminated the undergrowth. There was something strange about the place. It was fall, yet all the trees and bushes had bright green buds and the clearing was covered in grass instead of fallen leaves.

Harry stood up and turned to look behind him. He gasped as he saw Dumbledore splayed out on the grass. He panicked for a moment until he saw the wizard's chest gently rise and fall. He was merely asleep.

"Dumbledore?" Harry said softly into the elderly man's ear. It was strange to see him look so vulnerable, but even while asleep, he still radiated grace and power. Dumbledore opened his piercing blue eyes and stood with the agility of a much younger man.

The old wizard looked around thoughtfully before turning towards Harry. "What happened, Harry?"

"I don't know professor, I only just woke up myself." Harry looked at their surroundings once more. "Do you know where we are?"

"I have never been here before." Dumbledore said, "I have no idea why Fawkes has brought us here."

Harry thought about the phoenix's strange behavior. "Do you think he may have been possessed?"

"Phoenixes are very pure magical creatures, I don't believe they can be possessed. Fawkes acted willingly." Dumbledore closely examined the surrounding forest. "I have a rather far-fetched theory as to the change in season. I believe we have traveled in time.

Harry frowned. "You mean like a time turner?"

"That's the general idea, but a time turner wouldn't be able to transport us months or even years out of our time. That would take powerful and ancient magic, and somehow Fawkes is involved in all of this." Dumbledore looked deep in thought.

Then Harry remembered the lack of feeling from his scar. "Dumbledore, my scar doesn't hurt."

"You mean Voldemort isn't feeling any powerful emotion right now?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can't feel Voldemort's mind at all." Harry replied with a hint of fear in his voice.

Dumbledore looked very confused and muttered something along the lines of "impossible" and "that far from our time".

"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, "What's impossible?"

"The only logical explanation for your loss of connection to Voldemort would be one of you dying." Dumbledore said with an air of disbelief, "However, he can't die. Not yet. So I can only think of one other explanation; Voldemort hasn't been born yet."

Harry gaped at Dumbledore in shock as he thought over what Dumbledore had said. Then he blinked in confusion and asked "What do you mean he can't die yet?"

"That is a discussion for a later time, Harry. For now, we need to find out where we are and find a place to stay for the night."

At that moment four men on horses emerged from behind the trees. They were wearing long red capes and chain mail. All four men pointed swords at the two wizards. At first Harry thought they must be some of those muggle nutters who tried to relive the past by dressing up in ridiculous costumes. Then, he remembered what Dumbledore had said about them being in a time before Voldemort was born. It slowly dawned on Harry that these could be real knights.

"Who are you and what business do you have in Camelot?" One of the knights asked.

Harry stared at him, stunned. Had he said Camelot? Luckily, Dumbledore recovered before Harry.

"I am Albus Dumbledore, and this is my grandson, Harry." Dumbledore said confidently, "Our home was robbed and we were hoping to start a new life in Camelot."

The knight narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he examined their clothing before shrugging and offering them transport to Camelot.

Dumbledore gratefully agreed and before Harry knew it he was being hoisted onto the back of a gray mare behind a knight. Harry tried his best not to plug his nose to block the nasty odor the knight gave off. He was rather impressed by Dumbledore's ability to lie and his calm demeanor in this strange situation. Harry was sure he looked anything but calm. He had never ridden a horse before and he found it awkward and bumpy. He decided he preferred to travel by broom. Dumbledore looked perfectly at ease upon his horse's back as they rode into the forest.

After about a half hour of riding in uncomfortable silence, Harry spotted a gleaming spire above the trees. Soon, they reached the gate of a city surrounding a large majestic castle. So this was Camelot. Harry thought it must be nearly the size of Hogwarts. Then, a red shape swooped down from a spire. It came towards the group with frightening speed. Harry would recognize those red and orange feathers anywhere. It was Fawkes. Harry saw the knights exchange confused looks before the phoenix was upon them. Harry felt a sharp talon slice his arm and heard Dumbledore shout "protego" before everything went black.