A/N- Hi guys, this is the second part. I hope you all like reading it as much as I love to write it. The story will be AU from here and Harry will not be super hero or something like that. He will be powerful but he will have to work very hard for it. Romance would not bloom until later and then it will not be without some pain. There will be more characters later and I am trying to bring together some of the popular characters from the series with some fanfiction characters that I have come to love. Hoping to have some reviews.

This chapter has been updated by the generous muse, Hypergym whose every update makes the story more beautiful.

Disclaimer- Of course, if I owned Harry Potter, you all would have read this already. Harry Potter belongs to JKR. I just own this little fic and the OC.

One Week Later

Arthur Weasley was tired. The fiasco at the end of the Tri-Wizard tournament a week ago had been a harrowing experience for the Weasley patriarch. The boy his family had come to consider as one of their own was in the hospital wing under the care of Madame Pomfrey. All that she would say about Harry's condition was that he was alive, but in a coma due to magical exhaustion. What she was not saying is that the boy who lived, had done what nobody else had ever done and this for the second time. He had been hit with the killing curse and survived again. He could remember when a day after he was brought into the hospital wing, smirking Madam Pomfrey had attached a permanent brass plaque to the head of Harry's bed with his name on it, something she had been threatening to do for years.

The ministry was keeping the fact that Peter Pettigrew was alive and being held for questioning as a suspected death eater quiet. It was embarrassing after 13 years of hailing him as a hero and two years of relentlessly hunting Sirius Black for his supposed murder. Madam Bones was keeping his location quiet. She didn't want anything to happen to her star witness before he could be thoroughly questioned. Barty Crouch Junior was also being held, at a different location, but even the Minister of Magic knew nothing about him being alive or being in custody of the chief of DMLE.

Fudge, in terrified denial, refused to accept Dumbledore's word that Lord Voldemort was back. Later that same evening of the third task, after a heated debate with Dumbledore, just outside of the hospital wing, he forced his way in, against Madame Pomfrey's orders, to interrogate Harry. Finding Harry unconscious, he ordered Poppy to wake Harry. She quickly explained that Harry's injuries were extensive and that there was no telling when or if he would ever wake up. Frustrated at every turn, Fudge started to stomp out of the hospital wing, then remembering, turned and placed a large sack of Galleons on Harry's bed-side table. "His Triwizard winnings", he muttered, then he left as quickly as he could, slamming the door behind him.

Now it was a week later and still, Harry was in a coma. The Daily Prophet had started the very next day with its smear campaign against the Hogwarts head master, making him out to be senile, confused and delusional. This likely because the Ministry of Magic was leaning on them to discredit Dumbledore's claim that Voldemort was back.

As Harry's coma stretched on, gloom began to settle over the Weasleys and his friends, with the exception of Ron. He was putting on a brave front that life-threatening injuries were old-hat for Harry and he would be waking up any minute now. Arthur recognized this as an act and knew that Ron was hiding his deep concern for his friend and fear that he may never wake. Hermione and Molly had taken to camping beside Harry's bed from early morning to late in the night until Madam Pomfrey had to threaten to bar them both from the hospital wing. Ginevra had visited the boy a few times but she seemed strangely disenchanted when her father came upon her on the way to the Gryffindor Common Room.

Arthur was on his way to the hospital wing from the Gryffindor tower when he came upon Ginevra looking out of a window with a view of the forbidden forest with a far away look in her eyes. He was worried for her because he had never seen her behave like that before.

"Ginny, you look like you are a million miles away. Are you alright?", He asked tenderly.

Ginny's focus came back to earth as she turned and noticed him, and whispered, "Dad, I used to think that Harry was some kind of hero like Merlin reborn and that no one could ever defeat him. I've been studying with him for three years now and I thought that he was no different from the heroes in my children's story books. Yet I see him lying in the hospital wing, battling magical coma."

"Ginny, I knew you saw him as a hero, especially after he slew a basilisk and rescued you from the possession of Tom Riddle's diary and from the Chamber of secrets. And he has done extraordinary things. But, as your mother is so fond of reminding us, he is just a boy", he said gently. "And I just hope that one day; he will grow to be a fine man."

"Oh, Dad...", She began, tears welling in her eyes, "It's hard to give it up. I believed that as long as Harry was there, everything would be alright. And now, now I don't know if he'll ever wake up and it's just too...", and she broke down and wept into her father's shoulder as he wrapped her in his embrace.

After a few moments, Arthur began, "Ginny, that young man has done more, suffered more on our behalf than anyone his age ought to. I just hope that we will have the opportunity to thank him."

"Dad", she began as she pulled herself together, "The real reason that I feel so wretched is that I'm scared that I - I c - can't rely on him to protect me anymore. And I can't stand it."

His eyes misted as he smiled down at his only daughter, "Ginny, that was possibly the hardest and most honest thing you have ever said to me. I love you with all of my heart and I would never judge you. I cannot take away your pain any more than I can make decisions for you. Trust your heart. It will always steer you right."

"But dad," she sniffed, then continued, "It hurts so much."

"Yes Ginny. It does, and that is as it should be. It will take time." He gave his wonderful daughter his handkerchief and placing his arm around her shoulder, walked with her back to Gryffindor tower.

Having seen Ginny through the portrait hole, he turned back toward the hospital wing. His heart wept for his daughter. Growing up is so hard, and, he thought, perhaps giving up the hero worship of Harry Potter was just part of that. Speaking of Harry, that poor boy, laying there in that cursed coma, will he ever wake up? He was not looking forward to dragging Molly away from his bedside again, but he had to. She must get some rest. With everything on his mind, Arthur was not paying much attention to his surroundings and he nearly bumped into Madam Bones in the corridor.

"Madam Bones, what brings you to Hogwarts at this hour?" He asked.

"Arthur, I came looking for you. I wanted to talk to you regarding Pettigrew who is an illegal animagus of...", she trailed off, leaving Arthur to fill in the rest.

Arthur, taking the hint, continued, "A rat. Yes, he turned up and attached himself to Percy at first years ago. Now that I think of it, it was less than a week after Sirius Black had supposedly killed him. We gave Percy Hermes when he was made a prefect and Percy gave the rat to Ron who was just starting his first year at Hogwarts. He lived a remarkably long time for a rat and there was that toe missing from his right fore-paw, but other than that, he seemed like a perfectly ordinary rat. If you want, I will give a statement before the entire Wizengamot."

"Thank you, Arthur. That will do for now. I'll let you know if we need anything more on that subject. But, there is one other thing I need to discuss with you."

"How may I help you?"

"Have you noticed how often my Susie comes to visit Mr. Potter?"

"Yes, and Molly even more so. I find it surprising because we didn't know that they were friends", replied Arthur.

"Surprising, yes, that is because there is something important that you do not know about Harry Potter and my Susan, and it is high time that you knew. This is something that even young Mr. Potter has not been told."

"Yes," said Arthur, giving her his full attention, "Please do go on."

"Shortly before they died, James Potter met with my brother, Edgar. As you will recall, it was a terrible time. People were being murdered every day and none of us could be certain of a future. As in the days of old, they decided to join their houses and wrote a marriage contract which betrothed Susan to Harry. I knew nothing about it until Susan got her Hogwarts letter. They were only 11 and I did not want to interfere, so I have kept it to myself. You should know that Susan has been trying to be Harry's friend, but your son, Ronald keeps chasing her off. And not just her, but several heirs of Ancient and Ancient and Most Noble houses who are part of the Grand Alliance. Can you shed any light on that?"

"Thank-you for bringing this to my attention. I need a minute to take all this in". Arthur paused glancing up and to his right as he made an effort to recall anything about Ron keeping people away from Harry. Then he started, "I apologize for my son's rude behavior. By way of explanation, we have never had a lot of money or put on airs in spite of our status as pure-bloods. With everything that you-know-who and his followers did, we consciously chose to be as different from them as we could be. Sadly, this means that we have never educated our children about the great houses, who they are or the noble obligations which exist between them. Add to that, Ron's embarrassment with being poor and always feeling that he has to be better than the rich and privileged and I suppose he can seem quite abrasive."

"Indeed," Remarked Madame Bones, "What will you do about it?"

"I will correct him, of course. Especially with the recent return of He Who Must Not Be Named, we need to recall the old alliances and stand together prepared to fight once more. It will do my son some good to apologize for the slights he has committed against the other ancient and noble houses. He may begin with House Bones."

"I accept your apology as regent of House Bones and I would appreciate it if young Ronald would apologise to Susie personally, as she is the offended party", she said sincerely.

"Agreed.", said Arthur, "That would be a good start."

"That is the unity we must show in these perilous times. If we stand united, we will have a chance to win in the dark times ahead of us", said a voice from behind them. Turning around, they saw Dumbledore standing there in midnight blue robes patterned with moving sun and stars, sucking on a lemon drop, his eyes twinkling above his half-moon spectacles.

Madam Bones, rounded on him and glaring sternly demanded, "Dumbledore, you had promised full disclosure to me regarding the events of that evening and I have yet to be told anything. I demand you explain everything."

Dumbledore chuckled at her demeanour, causing her to frown, "my dear Amelia, you need to take lessons in glaring and scowling from Minerva. Believe me no one can glare at someone like her. Yes, I promised to tell you everything and I will, but not until Mr. Potter has come out of his magical coma and I have had the opportunity to confirm what I now only suspect."

Limbo

Harry Potter was standing in a homely, small cottage which seemed familiar to him from a time long ago. Walking upstairs, he found his mother and father sitting together on a love-seat, smiling their welcome to him. Seeing them, he felt elated and ran to embrace them. Laughing with joy, James Potter embraced his son sniffing his head while Lily embraced both of them smiling serenely. They both looked like they had not aged a single day since the photos he had. Contentedly, he sat between them while Lily kept moving her fingers through his hair.

"Harry, my son, we are so proud of you. You stood defiant in the face of that monster and beat him... again! That took real guts", said James smiling at him.

"Mom, where is this place? Am I dead? What happened to Voldemort? Did I make it back to Hogwarts? IS everyone okay? Dumbledore needs to know", said Harry ranting which amused his parents.

"Yes, my brave boy. You made it back to Hogwarts with Wormtail and poor Cedric's body. Dumbledore captured Wormtail, but I wish he hadn't stopped Padfoot from ripping him to pieces", finished Lilly with some venom.

"Yes Lilly, he betrayed us, but we will deal with him in his turn. Right now, time is short and there are things Harry needs to know", James said as he patted her arm.

"What do you mean, 'Time is short'? Can't I stay here? I don't want to go back. I don't think I can defeat him. I barely know anything", said Harry anxiously.

"No Harry, you cannot stay. Only you can defeat Voldemort. The second war is almost upon Magical Britain and only you can defeat him. You need to train hard. There is someone waiting for you at Hogwarts who will teach you everything you need to know to defeat him", said James consoling him, "and you need to embrace your heritage. You need to learn your family magics. Mother magic's gifts are not easily given and should not be scorned."

"'But, I cannot kill. I am not like that monster!", protested Harry.

"That's right my son, you are nothing like him. And, the taking of an innocent life is an offense against the laws of God and man which scars your soul forever. Even when the need is dire and the cause is just, killing another human being is not a light matter. But, when the alternative is to give up life and liberty or stand idly by while everyone and everything you love is destroyed, it is your duty and your honor to put a stop to it by any means necessary."

"You are the heir of House Peverell. We are warrior mages who have defended Avalon since the time of the Romans", said a voice from the doorway. Then entered a man Harry remembered seeing once in the Mirror of Erised. He was tall, heavily built, with brown eyes and raven haired like Harry and James but his eyes were brown. Beside him was a lady who was elegantly built, of petite frame with black eyes above high cheek bones with black hair.

"Harry, these are your grand-parents, Charlus Potter and Dorea Potter nee Black", said James.

Harry rushed towards them and they engulfed him in a hug and Harry felt a sense of completeness. He always dreamt of a family and now he had one. He did not want to leave but he knew he had to.

"Harry, remember you are a warrior like your father and me. When the war comes, you will have to kill. Don't hesitate because, if you do, you and those people you cherish will suffer and die.", said Charlus gravely, "It is time you claimed your heritage. Go to the goblins and ask them to give you an inheritance test. Some powerful magics are your birthright. Be the warrior you were born to be."

"My child." said Dorea in a soft whisper, "We have watched you from afar and for every pain that you had to go through our hearts wept. I wished we could reach you and embrace you, protect you from harm and pain, but; the dead cannot interfere in the world of the living. We were helpless to do anything for you. If it was up to us, we would never let you go but it is not your time yet. You have a long life ahead of you and a lady waiting for you to wake up.", she said, her eyes filled with mirth."

"Dorea, please don't scare the lad before he wakes up or he may decide not to go", said Charlus, laughing at Harry's puzzled expression.

"But I don't want to go back. Why do I have to go back?" pouted Harry.

Charlus put his hand on Harry's shoulder turning him towards him, "Harry, you are a Potter. The Potters have always been warriors ever since Linfred of Stinchcombe who was one of thirteen wizards who helped Merlin establish the Wizarding society as it exists now. You are also a descendant of the Peverells who were all mages who fought in battles. Where there has been a war, there has been a Potter in the middle of it. I myself fought in the Grindelwald war. You have to fight your war. Only you have the power to defeat Voldemort and without you any hope to defeat him is lost. Do you think you would choose to stay here knowing that everyone who ever loved you or cared for you will die at his hands when you could have prevented it?".

Harry understood what his grandfather was saying but was reluctant. He knew he would have to eventually confront Voldemort and that it was his war to finish and no one else could defeat him. He turned to his grandmother who was looking at him with tears in her eyes. She embraced him in a hug and whispered in his ear, "You are not just a Potter but also a Black, Harry. You may have heard that we were the darkest of families but do not believe everything you hear. The Black heritage is also yours and you must embrace it. Sirius will also need you since he cannot take up the family magic. All our hopes go with you, Harry. We will all be here to greet and embrace you when your time comes but, hopefully that time is very far away."

Reluctantly she let him go then his parents hugged him fiercely. In that moment, Harry felt at peace, peace like he had never known.

Lily spoke to him next, "Tell Severus that I have long since forgiven him for what he said to me and to let go of his hate and anger. Tell him that he needs to see that things are not the way that they were and his hatred is pointless. Finally, if he can't change himself then when we meet again, I will have words with him", she winked at him as she finished this and James snorted seeing her wink.

James grasped his hand firmly and stroked his shoulder saying, "I am proud of what you have accomplished, son. You are a fine young man. Tell Padfoot that he should never torment himself thinking that it was his fault we had to die. It was not his fault and since he fought with us to have the honor of being your godfather now he needs to live up to it. Tell Moony that I miss him like the brother that he is to me and that I expect him to be around and look after you. There is a war coming son and you must keep people around you who are willing to fight in this war. You are never alone Harry and do not try to deny others their duty, right and offer of noble sacrifice to fight in this war by your side. Tell Severus that he is a better man than we were and that I am sorry. He needs to let go of his hatred and rise to be better than he is. Harry, remember there is someone waiting for you when you wake up who will help you realize your destiny. Trust that person and do what he says. If Dumbledore tries to interfere, then tell him of this conversation and that I will have words with him when he comes on his next great adventure."

"But how do I go back?", asked Harry confused.

"The way you came in, son. Through the door", chuckled James, "and Harry, consider Neville. He is your god-brother and he will be essential in this coming war. Your fate is intertwined with his more closely than you know."

Harry turned away and walked downstairs with a heavy heart. Outside the door was a void where he could see nothing, but trusting his parents, he stepped out of the door, into the void and knew no more.

Hogwarts

Dumbledore was worried. The Triwizard Tournament had been a fiasco and they were still reeling with the after-shock of the events. Cornelius was in stubborn denial about what Dumbledore had openly declared to the students, that Voldemort was back and that he had Wormtail murder Cedric Diggory. But thanks to Madam Bones there was very little damage that the minister could do.

Madam Bones came to the headmaster for an unannounced visit one day to inform him about everything Pettigrew had revealed and confirmed under questioning. She was quickly assembling a case against him. What's more, since the crime for which Sirius Black had been convicted, without trial, had clearly not been committed, and, according to Wormtail's testimony, that he had set off the explosion which killed all those muggles all those years ago to cover his escape into the sewers, there would be a hearing convened forthwith to exonerate Sirius Black.

The wrongful conviction of Sirius Black, his 12 years in Azkaban, his subsequent escape to come to the aid and protection of Harry, the relentless man-hunt of the ministry, all that young man had suffered and lost had all been weighing heavily on Dumbledore's mind. His heart-felt gratitude and relief that justice was being done at last overflowed and spilt out through his eyes. . Finally, Sirius and Harry could have a life together. Then, both of them could have some much-deserved happiness.

Then, Dumbledore thought about how the Dursleys had mistreated Harry, beating him, starving him, working him like a slave and either ignoring him or speaking to him as if he were something nasty. They never told him the truth about who he was or how his parents had fought Voldemort and his minions or how they died to save him. No, just lies about his father being worthless and how they died in a car crash. They were never going to tell him about the magical world, determined to beat it out of him. There was going to be an accounting, inevitable, inescapable and quite just.

Another problem was the raven haired teen lying unconscious in the infirmary for a week now and a number of people that were waiting for him to wake up. First there was Miss Granger who was spending every spare moment in the infirmary with Molly Weasley camping at his bedside very nearly the entire day. Also there was young Ronald who was trying not to show any signs of worry but was getting more and more irritable every day and people were waiting for him to blow up. Then there was Miss Susan Bones who was at the infirmary every day, five times a day hoping to see young Harry wake up and was spending a large amount of time at his bedside.

He had been baffled with her at first. She had been trying since first year to get close to young Harry and at first, Dumbledore had thought of her as just another fan girl of the boy-who-lived but then she came to his defense every time someone said anything against Harry. He could recall Madam Pince's account of the second year when Harry had stumbled upon a group of Hufflepuff's who were talking about Harry being the heir of Slytherin and Susan had fiercely defended him before her peers and was even ready to fight for it. This year, she had fights with many of her house mates when they made fun at Harry's expense and had been told off by her head of House for being violent (though she had given him 20 points for her loyalty later). It was only when Dumbledore happened upon Arthur and Madam Bones talking about it, that he learned of the marriage contract. He regretted that James had not told him. If he did, perhaps young Harry could have grown up with Susan away from the Dursley's and would have been loved as a member of the family.

Then there was the stranger who had barged into his office the other day and claimed to be a mystic. To say that Dumbledore was astonished would be a huge understatement. Dumbledore had been shocked because he had tried to find them for years and had never been able to do so. In fact, it was on one of his expeditions to find them that he had found Fawkes who bonded with him. For one of them to casually walk into his office was something he had never dreamt could happen. He could recall the conversation the mystic had with him clearly.

-FLASHBACK-

"Am I correct in thinking that you are desperate to know my identity, Albus my boy?", he said amusedly.

Dumbledore was irritated. Calling someone my boy made them feel like they were little kids and that was why Dumbledore did it but to be called so by a man younger than himself was worrying.

"I believe that I have a century on you, my friend. You calling me 'my boy' sounds rather odd.", Dumbledore grumbled, his eyes twinkling a little as if this was an amusing conversation.

"Only you, Albus, only you would think someone is of the age they look like.", he chortled, "did you not make the same mistake with Nicholas who then had to straighten you out by jinxing you every moment he could get the chance? Worry not, my boy, I have several centuries on you. I was old when Camelot fell and I was there when Godric and Salazar had laid the foundations to this castle and Rowena and Helga had designed it and planned everything."

Surprised, Albus looked at the other man who had a faraway look in his eyes. He sighed deeply, then continued, "I am one of the Mystics, Albus. We have been keeping an eye on you ever since you went out to find us. We were there in Bavaria when you duelled your old friend, when you took possession of the death stick. Our aim was to take the wand from him but when you won it we decided to leave it with you. However, I must warn you that the wand never gave its allegiance to you. It's true master will soon take its possession one day. This wand belongs to the Peverell's and one of their blood will have it soon. I remember when young Ignotus had given this wand to his heirs and it was taken from them by way of murder. Since then, this wand has been driving the course of history, changing hands and always trying to return to it's master. But we are digressing. I am here to discuss Tom Riddle's horcruxes and the war that is coming."

"How do you know about his Horcruxes? I only found out about them recently", said Albus.

He began telling slowly, "We have known for almost 30 years now. We know it since we had captured him when he was trying to find us and finding about those abominations, we knew that we cannot kill him, so, we left him in the Sahara. We at first had decided to not to interfere since it is not our war nor we ever fight in open wars but a few months ago, our seer, Varahmihir came to me telling me about the events coming to pass and I hastened to come here. He is coming back Albus and young Harry Potter will be the key to it. Someone in his castle is helping him and soon there will be a war. This war will not be fought under your banner but young Harry Potter, as the fates have decreed and you cannot interfere into it. And this brings me to the second reason for coming here, Albus I want to teach Harry Potter the way of the mystics."

Hearing this, Albus was both elated and surprised. When he had learned that the other one was a mystic, he had hoped that the visitor could be persuaded to help train Harry Potter and here he was offering without being asked. If it were Albus's decision, the answer would be an immediate and resounding "yes!", but Sriius was his legal guardian. This choice belonged to Harry Potter and Sirius Black.

"Albus, I have a favour to ask of you. While the tournament is going on, I want to stay here and watch over the people in castle and flush out the person helping Tom Riddle and suddenly I have a desire to learn some healing from your extraordinary medi-witch Poppy Pomfrey. Care to introduce me to the staff as Abhir, a young man from Magical India?"

Later that evening, Albus had introduced him as Abhir to the staff at Hogwarts and told Madam Pomfrey that he would be assisting her in the infirmary for the time being and learn some 'healing'. Dumbledore knew that the mystic perhaps knew more healing than all the healers at St. Mungo's combined.

-FLASHBACK ENDS-

Suddenly, the ward he had set in the hospital wing flared telling him that young Harry was coming out of his coma. Perhaps it was time to come clean and tell Harry everything that he knew.

When Albus entered the infirmary, he was greeted with an interesting scene. The 'healer trainee' was casting a myriad of spells at a now conscious Harry Potter while muttering some words in a language he did not recognise while Madame Pomfrey stood at a distance watching the scene intently as if she was being the student and young Harry was confused seeing Poppy standing aside and not fussing over him as usual. Everyone who had been around Harry Potter for the last few days was there as usual. Hermione Granger was clutching his hand while Ronald Weasley was eating a chocolate frog and watching the scene distractedly. Molly was embracing Arthur and crying on his shoulder. The Weasley twins were there and beaming at Harry while Susan sat in a corner beside Minerva McGonagall looking hopefully towards him. What was not ordinary was Neville Longbottom sitting in one of the chairs and looking around fiercely as if to protect him. Perhaps there was a story there, Dumbledore mused.

Harry opened his mouth and said hoarsely, "Madam Pomfrey, are you alright? It is strange to see you standing aside when your favourite patient is laying here, expecting your usual tender, loving care."

Everyone chuckled at this while Pomfrey's mouth twitched with suppressed mirth, her eyes watering with gratitude and relief at seeing Harry recovering.

Suddenly, the hospital wing door burst open and in bounded a large shaggy black dog followed by dishevelled looking Remus Lupin. The dog immediately placed his forepaws by Harry's head and started licking his face while Remus hugged him tightly as if he feared that Harry would disappear while he kept crying.

Finally Madam Pomfrey pulled herself together and ordered everyone out of the wing except for the Head Master, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Minerva and the dog (Harry insisted that he remained).

"What is the diagnosis, Abhir?", began Dumbledore in a professional manner.

"Headmaster, his magical core had undergone maturity, his eye sight has been cured, his body has fully recovered from the magical shock and his power levels are substantial. Suffice to say, he is the one of the most magically powerful men in Avalon right now", he said nodding curtly, "and head master, he is also free of any foreign contamination."

Dumbledore noted the emphasis on the words and knew that the other man meant that Harry Potter was no longer a Horcrux but his own man. How did Abhir knew that young Harry was a Horcrux? Perhaps he would have to ask him later. He blinked tears from his eyes as one burden was lifted from his shoulders. He had not been able to find any help to take the soul fragment out of Harry and was dreading that Harry would have to die for the prophecy to be fulfilled but maybe, it can be done without that.

"Harry, I am happy that you have survived and I assure you that you will not be alone in this fight. There are many who will be ready to fight beside you when the time comes and I will aid you in anyway possible. However, right now I want you to try something for my understanding. I want to see what powers you have retained now.", saying this, he handed him a new wand, "I had Fawkes give me another feather which I sent to Mr. Ollivanders to make you another wand. Try it for me and use a simple levitating spell."

Harry grasped the wand and waved it in the required motion and incanted the words but nothing happened. Panicked, he looked to Dumbledore who was smiling.

"I suspected that something like this would happen. You are not the same person who went into the maze and now you will need a new wand. But fear not, I have a wand which will be your companion in your life", Dumdledore said smiling.

Headmaster while you can make a gift to him, I will have make him another wand with some special ingredient which I know would fit him beautifully", said Abhir.

"I will be honored." he replied.

"Headmaster it is time to talk about my original purpose for which I had came here. Mr. Black, if you will please come into your real form?", Abhir said to the dog who transformed into Sirius who was still looking gaunt with haunted eyes, wearing rags and was too thin. Seeing him there, Molly tried to go for her wand and was hastily stopped by Arthur while Poppy flicked her wand and tied Sirius to a bed and said to him menacingly, "Did I not have enough of you during your school time, foolish boy, and here you are bringing trouble again? Your godson is just like you and James. Always getting into trouble and coming to the hospital so much that he has his own bed now."

Everyone laughed at this while Harry ducked his head in embarrassment and tried hard not to laugh at his own predicament.

"Mr. Black and Mr. Potter, my name is Harsh Vardhana and I am not a healer but a mystic. Mystics are basically assassins who live in the Himalayas in far off places and we know of such ancient magics that are not known in the modern world anymore. Our seer had foreseen that these events would happen and that we will have to come offer our help to you Mr. Potter. So, will you accept my help?", he asked seriously.

Harry remembered the words of his parents, "Headmaster when I was unconscious, I was in the limbo at Godrics Hollow where I met my parents and grandparents. They told me that someone will come to help me and that I should accept their help."

Turning to Sirius and Remus, he relayed James's words to them and recounted his entire experience and by the time he was done Sirius and Remus were hugging him and crying, Minerva was wiping her eyes with a tartan handkerchief while Dumbledore had tears in his eyes. Only Poppy was trying to look stoic while keeping her emotions in control remembering the young marauder who used to come in injured so often and this one, as dear to her as her own son, Harry.

"Head Master as I have relayed my offer to you, so I foretell my condition. I will be taking Mr. Potter with me to India where I will teach him things he will need to learn to fulfil his destiny. He needs to be trained to be a warrior", finished Abhir.

"No! Absolutely not! Harry is just a boy. He is too young to be fighting any wars! He is not going anywhere!", cried Molly while looking determined until Arthur stepped up and embraced her.

Dumbledore spoke gently, but firmly, "Molly, you need to let go of your motherly instincts. Harry will need to train if you want him to survive. Whether we want it or not, there is a war coming. Harry and all the people around him are going to be a part of it. It is better to train them because if we lose even one of them for want of skill, we will regret it forever."

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