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Chapter Three
Of Fate and Bumbling Bees

" To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure."

- Albus Dumbledore -

'If this is death', Harry Potter thought as he gazed at his surroundings, 'then it sucks.'

Everything was white.

Freaking everything.

When he had woken up he had laid, face first, on the ground and had been absolutely sure he and the entity in his hand were the only ones within a five mile radius. Well, as much as there could be a five mile radius within a light mist that seemed to form the gigantic pillars, tracks and benches of King's Cross Station.

Sadly he had been mistaken, he and his godfather had not been alone.
As they stepped closer to the repelling sound of wet appendages slapping on stone and slight wailing Harry could make out a tiny form. There, under the nearest sitting-bench laid a slimy, naked and flailing thing that looked grotesquely like a baby. One ugly-ass baby. His godfather chose that moment to materialize next to him.

Here, in wherever-here-might-be, the old dog seemed to be made entirely of black mist and his formerly gray eyes shone a dark red, which made him look demonic. But as demonic as he might look, his eyes held pity for the small creature underneath the bench.

True, it probably was a piece of Voldemort's soul, but this one had been with his godson since he was a baby and there was a probability that, if removed, Harry would be damaged. Sixteen years spent with a piece of someones soul would bind them together in one way or another. At least that was what he had learned and still remembered from the old soul magic related books.

"What's wrong, Padfoot?" Asked his grown godchild curiously. So the entity, known as Sirius Black, bound into his godson's wand-hand, tried to explain his thought pattern.

"You remember, when we were in Gringotts that I had read through a book on soul magic, right?" At the silent nod the black mist continued. "Well, there was a theory saying that if two souls had to share one body they would slowly merge into one as it was a necessity to survive. As this was not the case with you and Voldemort, I suspect the protection your mother had given you had stopped that from happening the past fourteen years. Until the point where that wretched ritual was held. So the formerly trapped soul piece held inside of you and yourself began to merge." He pondered that thought until he was interrupted by his godson.

"So the piece of Kitty-Mort", Sirius snorted at that, the teen was definitely a genius at nicknaming, "which I suspect to be the same age as his alive counterpart - which was at that time around sixty - took in my memories and began to DE-evolve into the last state it had known me and began to age according to my memories."

"Good theory, but no. In your theory he would be at least two, if not three years old and had already contacted you over the past years. But as you can see, this one", he pointed at the pitiful image in front of them, "is still a baby. So his soul piece changed to your physical age when it entered your body, but still held the intellect and knowledge of the original. The fact that it did not age at all tells us that this one right here was...", he paused to search for the right word, "purged by your innocent heart and soul before being trapped inside of you by your mothers magic. It probably merged sightly with your soul before hand. Sadly the fact that I had been bound to you by a gray magical ritual both of you were corrupted slightly and so your souls are neither black nor white, but gray instead. At least in theory."

They both looked down at the baby like thing which wriggled around until its head was faced in their direction and it opened its eyes.

Harry was startled.

There were no merciless blood red eyes, or calculating dark ones staring back at him, but friendly and intelligent Emerald green ones.

"Oh."

Was the black mist's intelligent reply. So his theory was true then - he had not been too sure - the little guy under the bench was merged partly to his godson. Not only merged, but slightly fused. Curious the little guy tilted his head to the right - like a little kitten.

"Gods, its Kitty-Mort Potter."

Was the next thing coming from the black mist entity, which earned him a slap to the back of his head. Shocked that his godson had actually hit him over the head - and the fact that it had worked - the now red eyed being stared at the young man, who looked back not too amused.

Then the young man did something unexpected. He bent down, stretched out his arms and took the little thing in his bare hands. True it was kind of awkward holding this little slimy thing, but Harry did not react to the slimy mucus against his hand, instead he kept starring into the similar emerald eyes of Voldemort's soul piece.

Harry felt a connection between them and soon enough there was a bright light between his hands and the slimy baby Tom. Until the piece of a soul vanished in a shower of white light.

"Okay", said Sirius while elongating the word unnecessarily, "I am not going to tell you how barmy that looked."

The young man gave no reply, as he stared wide-eyed at the spot between his hands. His mind shook - almost like he had head banged for hours on end - as memories flashed into him, as if they were his own.

But they weren't.

They were the memories of Voldemort's soul piece up until the point when they had stared at each other right now. Harry could not sort them, for they were too many and he was but one, so he took his time and pressed them into a corner of his mind to keep them there until he would be able to deal with them accordingly in the future. If there was a future for him.

At this moment he was not too sure about that.

When he reopened his eyes he found himself kneeling on the ground, face in his trembling hands and supported by his forearms. Close up the mist-like thing forming the ground looked even creepier than from above. He could feel the hand of his godfather resting on his arched back, supporting him silently. Some deep breaths later the young man was calm enough to stand up again, Sirius helping him along the way.

"Tell me, what happened? One moment Lord Baby was in your hands - which, by the way, was gross as hell - and the next second he goes poof like he swallowed an army of Patronuses."

"Isn't it Patroni?" Harry asked his confused godfather, who shook his head no after thinking about the right way to pronounce the word. *

"As for what happened: I believe your theory was right. Our souls did kind-of connect at first and then I absorbed him. Now I know everything he knew, though I will need help with sorting those memories... later." The younger explained, brooding about his earlier thought of the future.

Sirius did not like that aspect, but alas he could currently not do a thing about that, so he just nodded his understanding and asked the next big question.

"Now, where in the name of Bumble-Whore's sparkling ass are we?" Harry, who actually did not need that picture in his head, smacked his godparent upside the head again, before shrugging clueless.

As he was about to reply with a 'no clue', he was interrupted by a third voice coming from the off.

A voice neither of them actually wanted to hear at the moment.

"I will have you know that I most certainly have not a sparkling behind." Great. Fucking great. Of course the old codger was here.

Luckily Sirius had a snark comment handy.

"Of course you would first focus on your ass and then the fact that I called you a whore." Which had Harry snorting in amusement, was that something a Black had to learn? To have a comment prepared no matter the odds? Wouldn't surprise him in the least.

Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore was not happy to see the black mist called Sirius Black here. It seemed the red eyed one was one of the few miscalculations he had made in his long life. Alas there was nothing he could actually do about it, because the next miscalculation had been his death by the hands of Severus Snape.

Not, as the potions Master had believed, the curse on his hand to be the cause - he had already known how to heal that particular curse.

Originally he had planned to miraculously heal it after Harry Potter's death, making a curse alteration potion out of dragon blood to prolong the originally deadly curse for as long as he needed.*

So, when Severus had actually killed him on that tower, it came as a great shock to the white bearded wizard. His first thought was that Severus may had been able to actually throw the Puppeteers Sonata off, for his will was rather strong and had been hard to break over the years. But he had not run into anything deadly afterward, so his secondary curse had either failed, Severus had found the counter curse for that one, or the bat of the dungeons had another, more powerful curse laid on him by another fraction. It was rather puzzling, even to his brilliant mind.

Well, it did not matter now, all that mattered was that Harry was apparently dead. But there was no sign of Voldemort - aside from that wailing sound he had heard earlier. Was it the Horcrux inside Harry? But now all traces of it were gone, so either Harry had destroyed it, someone had come and send it to hell, or that disgusting black mist had devoured it. Which one it was, was now to find out, for there was a fourth possibility he rather not have turned true.

"Harry, my boy." Either the old man did not notice the growl escaping from Sirius or he ignored it, for he showed no reaction. "I believe there should be someone else here." He gazed at the duo over his half moon glasses, eyes twinkling wildly.

"You mean that part of Voldemort's soul that was attached to my godchild?" Growled the black mist, stepping forward protectively, eyes glowing an ethereal red. Sparkling blue met angry red, neither of them budging. The green eyed one just sighed, this was going to be long, really long. And if he knew his godfather right, he would probably blab about the vanished Lord.

Luckily he did not know his godfather that good.

"I ate it." He practically sneered, almost as good as Snape if Harry did not know it any better. Dumbledore paled rapidly to the point where he almost resembled the ever lasting white surrounding their forms.

"Sirius", he breathed heavily, eyes sparkling even more, "how far have you sunken."

"Not as low as you, Albus." Rumbled he-who-was-now-mist, said substance spreading little by little as the former prisoner grew angrier with every second. "You, who dares to approach my godson. You, who dares to undermine the lives of hundreds of people and you, who dares to lay a will-suppressing spell on so many beings!" By now the mist had wrapped itself protectively around Harry's body, while it looked like a waving cloak around the dense form of Sirius.

Dumbledore, ever the goody-two-shoes-player made the most innocent, questioning face he could muster.

"But, Sirius why would I possibly do such a thing?" A few years ago the young boy for whom he held this charade would probably have fallen for said innocent, questioning face. But not now. No. Now he stood there hooded by the dark mist, emerald eyes gleaming with silent anger. But he kept it inside, wanting to see what the old bee was up to.

Disappoint, the white bearded man did not.

"Harry, please. You have to believe me, I never intended for you to end like this." Obviously meaning being still half alive rather than dead, but trying to hide the truth behind falsities. None the less the old man waved a hand at a growling Sirius and then the boy.

"That which this being, who takes the appearance of your long lost godfather, has eaten was a part of Voldemort's soul, his final Horcrux. The final tie that bound him to immortality. But now, now you have done it and he is once again mortal!"

Well either the old geezer really did not know of Nagini the snake, or he purposely left her out of the loop. Harry, who really did not wish to antagonize a unknown quantity right now just nodded along the words, hoping that Sirius would play along.

"But, Professor", he began slowly, searching the old man's face for any kind of reaction, "aren't you dead?" He made it sound more like a question than it really was, none the less keeping his emerald eyes as innocent and questioning as possible. Harry never truly was a good actor in his own humble opinion so he was rather happy that the old man nodded sagely.

"Indeed", somehow his voice was not so grandfatherly anymore,"I am Death."

Wait, didn't he ask if he was dead?

Confused by the sudden change the young boy stared at the old man who now was wearing a sly grin on his bearded face, eyes no longer twinkling in blue. Now they were bland gold. The twosome kept staring at the old man who now was growing, or rather DE-growing, his long white beard, the crooked nose cracking back into place and long white hair was shortening to messy spikes. UN-growing a few inches there, before them stood now a deathly pale being clothed in the same white robes as before. Black was creeping it's way into the formerly white coronas around the golden irises, a half insane grin plastered on his face.*

"Well", the young man announced in a bored voice, "less Death and more of its Harbinger, but", here he shrugged,"who in their right mind cares for technicalities." Which was no question, but instead a statement. Harry noted this being made a lot of movements with his arms and hands. They both stared at the one calling himself Death.

"What?" Was asked as the white being noticed their stares. "Oh, you are probably wondering how I am who I am, instead of being who you thought I was. You see it is a rather funny story involving lot's of goats, tons of cheese and a old man trying to cross the Bridge of Life."

Was it bad that Harry got how goats were involved? In the mean time the white one before them was telling a confusing story about the formerly mentioned things until he realized he was getting off-track.

"Anyhow, I tend to get off-track sometimes. It is not often I can talk to strangers, last time was a few years back with that Potter-couple. Indecision is not always good, like in your case Harry." Breathing in deeply the golden eyed semi-teen prepared for a long story.

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore", or a rather long name," has managed", or not,"to evade his death."

What?

"He has splintered his Soul by murdering his own sister on purpose-"

"Wait, but he always insisted on the fact that it all was a terrible accident! And that he was terrified if it had actually been him." Shouted Harry out, who's head was spinning rapidly.

"Yeah, well if I were a great wizard everybody believed in, my brother a old codger and my former lover a sitting duck in a prison, then I too would insist on being innocent." Came the reply. "You can practically touch what's wrong with that sentence, boy, he insisted. Nothing good ever comes if Dumbledore insists. The normal occurrence would be death, destruction or World War and that happened twice, because why? HE INSISTED!" Huffing annoyed at the end Death's Harbinger plopped down on the bench like it was a comfortable sofa.

Blinking owlishly Harry took a seat next to the white one, staring at him questioningly, while Sirius was occupied calming himself down. Somehow the rage the white entity had felt, he had felt too.

"Not that I mind death and reaping peoples souls, you know. But a lot of those people were not even meant to die for a very long time and he-who-has-a-stick-up-his-ass just came along and was all like 'Hi there, you don't like this and that? Go wage war against it. Or imprison them and make them work to their death, whichever you prefer.' yada-yada. And then he even had the gall to call me Ann-Mary. That little bastard. Oh how I wish I could mingle in mortal affairs directly." The last part was murmured and probably not meant for their ears but they both heard it none the less. Somebody had a huge grudge against old Dumbledore.

"Anyway. Back to the story. The White-Whiskered-Wanker actually evaded Death by splitting his soul, like Tom. Alas he had but one. Originally. Then he went and separated that single one in three parts. The larger part of his splintered soul went to one immortal being, the Phoenix Fawks, who actively destroyed the part within him by swallowing that Avada Curse back in your fifth year in the Ministry.

The tinier parts were stowed in two of Fawks' wing feathers, which then were incorporated into your and Tom's wand, creating the twin-core problem. Luckily I was able to pull some strings and got both soul pieces ripped away from your wands. One by destroying your wand in your battle against Nagini, the second was a tad bit more trickier because Tom had hid his wand after taking Lucius'. Luckily I am awesome, so I send my Hellgoats (the ones with the flaming hooves and eyes, you know), who then destroyed the whole Riddle-Mension together with the wand hidden there. Sadly though that piece of Soul actually left the wand long ago when Tom tried to murder you as a baby and his spell rebounded. So we kinda just burned down his property."

"Wait, I thought you could not mingle with mortal affairs?" Asked Sirius, who was sitting in front of his Godson and Death's Harbinger in lotus position, listening with interest. The white one nodded.

"You are right. But that's the point. I can not mingle with mortal affairs. But Fawks is not mortal, is he?" A insane grin spread across his face, golden eyes twinkling madly. Giggling to himself as if it was the funniest joke ever. He glanced away from the duo, towards the seemingly endless way that was King's Cross Station. The other two occupants just stared at the white clothed man until he turned his attention to them once again.

"The turn of the tides is upon them. The Pendulum must be turned back. You have to fight, you have to be ready." These riddled words only confused them more as the golden eyed man stared at the black haired teen. "Your destiny is far greater and far more complicated then you think, Harry."

"Of course it is." Came a voice from the off.

Startled the two wizards turned around unbelieving of what they were hearing.
There, before them stood Dumbledore in a white robe, half moon glasses tilted so that his eyes looked at them with a new found intensity. Frowning Harry stood up, not wanting to be caught off-guard by the old wizard, but then again there was something different in this ones gaze. Something about his eyes-

"Holy shit." Came the comment from his godfather that had stood up equally as guarded as his pup. He too had seen that there was something different to this Dumbledore than the one they knew.

"Harry. His eyes! They are-""-green." Ended the teen the older mans sentence. It was true, instead of the usually twinkling blue eyes there were twinkling emerald green ones staring back at them.

"Ah, so the barrier sweet Lily's magic had created did keep you out too." Grumbled the white one, gnawing at his black fingernails. "I had theorized about that, but that you too would be bound to Mr. Potter is a convenient plot, aye?"

Harry meanwhile had a bit of a problem following what the actual fuck was going on.

Was this green-eyed Dumbledore like the Baby Tom they had seen earlier? Why was he so drawn to him?

Unbeknown to the boy he was slowly creeping towards the white clad geezer. Sadly as Sirius realized that and tried to stop the young one he was stopped by Death's Harbinger who just shook his head, staring interested at the duo before them. What would happen?

* Well, the twelve methods to use a dragons blood inside alchemy were not known, and since Dumbledore actually managed to decipher them here we are! (At least if it's true...) The first method to use dragon blood: To prolong the effects of a curse.

*Patronuses is given as the correct term at Harry Potter Wikia

* Yes, I have gone there. I personally think he would do a great incarnation of death, nee? Our good ol' Hollow-Ichigo. Or at least this one looks like him. Has a tad bit of Sheogorath in him, wouldn't you say? (Bleach / TES)

~ HP ~ OZ ~

Óla Chikoritas,

Don't get me wrong, I actually like Dumbledore very much, but I felt he would make a great first opponent for ikle little Harrykins. I did use a bit of the idea for the Dumbledore (triple) Horcrux after I watched a Video on Harry Potter Theory's by the Super Carlin Brothers. The plot keeps twisting and I am grooming it's evil bunny's :3

Thanks for the encouraging comment(s), hopefully this story will keep your interest :3

yours,
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