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A/N: Again, this chapter follows somewhat along the lines of Deathly Hallows, but with my own twist. I hope you are all enjoying the new version of this story. Please let me know in a review!
A thick, bright white mist cloaked the area, so dense that Harry saw only a pale haze extending in all directions. It pressed close around him like damp wool, muffling the world and swallowing every edge and shadow before it could form. He lay face down on the cold ground, disoriented and unsure of his location, the chill of the smooth surface seeping through his clothes and into his bones. Slowly, he moved, pushing himself up and instinctively reaching for his face. His hand found nothing—his glasses were gone. Peering into the swirling fog, Harry attempted to identify any shapes or landmarks, but the surroundings remained stubbornly vague and indistinct. The whiteness shifted and folded in on itself, as if the place were breathing around him. In the distance, a faint thumping sound echoed through the fog, initially barely audible but persistent enough to cause Harry to stop and frown as he tried to determine where it was coming from.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzxoyXXdXX8
Harry slowly stood up and looked up, his eyes landing on a domed glass roof overhead. It gleamed faintly through the mist, blurred at the edges, like a memory half-recalled rather than something truly present. It felt strangely familiar, though he couldn’t quite remember where he’d seen it before. The steady thumping noise, which had started as a faint echo, now seemed more threatening, echoing loudly through the thick mist and vibrating through the soles of his shoes. Filled with curiosity and a sense of unease, Harry squinted, watching sharply into the swirling whiteness as he moved forward carefully, one hand slightly raised before him as if expecting to touch a wall that was not there.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0DOckrZtqU
With each step, the pounding grew more intense and persistent until he saw a small, trembling shape on the ground just ahead. Harry instinctively recoiled, holding his breath as a sharp, unpleasant cold passed through him. Before him was a creature resembling a tiny, naked child, trembling with every shiver. Its skin looked raw and rough, as if it had been skinned, and the sight of it made Harry’s stomach twist with revulsion and pity all at once. Driven by a mix of horror and sympathy, Harry moved closer, trying to discern what was hidden in the mist. His feet dragged reluctantly, but he could not make himself look away.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkZ5uPLntRw
‘You cannot help,’ a familiar voice said. The words came gently, yet they seemed to steady the white emptiness around him. Harry turned around and saw Dumbledore standing in the mist, his robes falling in soft folds and the silver of his hair catching the strange light. Dumbledore’s face lit up with a broad smile as he opened his arms wide. Harry quickly noticed that Dumbledore’s hand looked whole and uninjured, with no signs of damage. The sight struck him with unexpected force, stirring relief, disbelief, and an ache he had not realised he still carried.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7q9XWy0yUY
Without hesitation, Harry hurried over to him, his earlier fear forgotten in the sudden rush of longing and relief. Dumbledore greeted Harry with a warm embrace, pulling him into a tight hug. For a moment, Harry clung to him with a desperation he would never have admitted aloud, feeling the reassuring solidity of the old wizard’s arms and the familiar scent of clean wool and lemon drops. ‘Harry, you wonderful boy. You brave, brave man,’ Dumbledore murmured, holding Harry close a little longer before letting go. He looked down at Harry with sincere affection, his eyes twinkling as they always did in life, though there was a softness there too, as if he had waited a very long time for this meeting.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFvZ6AOR27p
‘Let us walk,’ Dumbledore suggested gently. They started walking together through the thick fog, moving slowly as they entered the white haze. Their footsteps made almost no sound, yet the distant thumping remained, steady and ominous, like a heart beating somewhere behind the mist. Harry stayed close to Dumbledore’s side, unwilling to let too much whiteness gather between them.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7hQIJp3uUO
After a moment of uneasy silence, Harry glanced up at Dumbledore. ‘Sir… this place. You’re dead, aren’t you?’ he asked, the last words coming out carefully, as though courtesy still mattered even here.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpmW21yFYps
‘No, Harry,’ Dumbledore replied, eyes bright in the mist. ‘Not quite. The Wizarding World believes me dead, which is, for the moment, a useful distinction.’ Harry frowned, disbelief cutting through his relief.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡj2WHxIc8q4
Harry swallowed. ‘Then what about me?’ he asked. ‘Am I dead?’ The question sounded smaller than he meant it to, and much more frightened.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5S2kSe37Kw
Dumbledore’s smile deepened, though it did not quite become amusement. ‘Ah,’ he said softly, ‘the question that matters most, and yet the one least inclined to answer plainly.’ He regarded Harry over his half-moon spectacles. ‘On the whole, I think not.’ The faintest spark of humour touched the words, easing the tightness in Harry’s chest without removing his confusion.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMoO36xhKvJ
Harry stared at him. ‘Think not?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhBmre3XZaZ
‘A fair summary, yes.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdI4R69x9cj
Harry shook his head. ‘But I didn’t fight back. I walked into the Forest and let him kill me.’ Saying it aloud made the memory feel stranger, not clearer, as though it belonged to someone braver and more foolish than he was.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLdCkIceb1A
Dumbledore gazed at Harry, his eyes sparkling with understanding. ‘And that will, I think, have made all the difference,’ he said quietly, his voice full of conviction. ‘I suspect you now realise,’ Dumbledore continued softly, ‘that you and Tom have been connected by something other than fate since that night in Godric’s Hollow all those years ago, Harry.’ His words lingered meaningfully in the air, and Harry felt their truth settle heavily on him. The link between himself and Voldemort was not just a coincidence, but a deep, unintended bond formed during that pivotal night.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg3FaBYzbwU
Harry nodded slowly. ‘So I was right,’ he said. ‘There was a piece of him in me.’ The words tasted bitter, but no longer surprising.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBy7XNe0MOA
Dumbledore nodded, then looked down at Harry with a gravity that made the mist itself seem to still. ‘There was,’ he corrected. ‘A most important tense, Harry. It was destroyed only moments ago—by Tom’s own hand.’ Harry’s fingers rose instinctively to his chest. Beneath his palm there was no wound, only the old memory of pain and the stranger sense of something foul having been torn away. ‘You were the seventh Horcrux,’ Dumbledore said quietly. ‘The one he never intended to make.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHjcl0uZkLM
Harry stopped walking. ‘You knew?’ he demanded, sharper now. ‘That’s why you sent me there? Because you knew I’d survive?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡV4RwCyoNmO
‘I did more than believe, Harry,’ Dumbledore said carefully. ‘Because of what I had already seen, I knew where the danger lay. But even foreknowledge is not omniscience. I trusted that your mother’s protection, and Tom’s own choice to use your blood, had left open the narrowest door.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3PegTgbdUX
Harry’s doubt hardened. He shoved a hand through his hair. ‘How could you possibly know that?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQpwDNwYIsI
Dumbledore met Harry’s stare without flinching. For the first time, Harry noticed something ancient behind the familiar blue of his eyes, a depth that seemed older than Hogwarts and older than the world Harry knew. ‘Because I have already watched this war unfold once,’ Dumbledore said. ‘I am a Time Traveller from the Third Age. I saw enough to know where the blade must fall—and where it must not.’ The mist thinned and thickened around them, as though even this strange place were pausing to listen.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyIPaQOkkZK
Harry stared at him. For several seconds, he could only wonder whether death had made Dumbledore clearer—or completely mad.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaBc1kTCzfU
‘Sir,’ Harry said at last, very carefully, ‘I’m trying to follow you. I really am. But that sounds impossible.’ His thoughts lurched from time travel to prophecy to Dumbledore’s maddening calm, and none of them would settle into sense.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7lQXqetxz0
Dumbledore looked at Harry thoughtfully, regret flickering across his face. The expression passed quickly, but Harry saw it, and it made the old wizard seem suddenly wearier than he had ever looked in life. ‘Tom’s Horcruxes might all be gone, but he still had one last trick,’ he said, shaking his head. Dumbledore paused, gazing into the misty distance, lost in thought. The silence between them grew heavy, broken only by that relentless distant thudding. ‘It was something I never imagined until Severus told me,’ he added softly, his eyes clouded with reflection on how this discovery came about.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzgSZs8Uz6K
Harry stopped dead. ‘Snape?’ The name came out like a curse. Trusting Severus Snape was almost inconceivable after everything Harry had seen, especially the flash of green light on the Astronomy Tower that had shattered every certainty he possessed. ‘He murdered you,’ Harry said, anger rising before he could stop it. ‘I was there.’ He looked at Dumbledore as though the old man had no right to be calm about it, no right to make that night anything other than what Harry had seen.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSvKfilrvwb
Dumbledore’s gaze did not waver. ‘Severus was many things, Harry. Cruel, proud, bitterly difficult—yes. A traitor, no.’ He placed a steady hand on Harry’s shoulder. ‘On the contrary, he is the reason Tom’s Horcruxes are now no more substantial than ash and memory. He brought to my attention an object I had been unforgivably blind to.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcP9fymx4Yo
Harry searched his memory, irritation giving way to a sudden, cold recollection. ‘The Ring,’ he said. ‘Voldemort was wearing a Ring.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMkqpfrpodm
‘Ah, you saw that, did you?’ Dumbledore said with a tired sigh, gesturing for them to keep walking. For a moment, Harry glimpsed not only the brilliant professor he had known, but a man haunted by what he had failed to understand soon enough. ‘Harry, Tom was not always what he is now. He was once a student at Hogwarts, and in many respects he reminded me of you.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP5yjIkYzKM
Harry’s scepticism sharpened. ‘Like me, how?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFhz1P9tRZL
Dumbledore’s expression grew thoughtful. ‘Tom was never simple, Harry. Even as a boy he was guarded, proud, and far too skilled at concealing what he did not wish others to see. Yet he was brilliant, disciplined, outwardly courteous, and capable of appearing every inch the model student when it served him.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC9VBo3aVG7
‘What? Seriously?’ Harry asked. He searched Dumbledore’s face for some hint of humour, but found only sincerity. The thought of Voldemort as a model student was so contrary to everything Harry knew that he could hardly make sense of it.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCF2IarjxW2
‘Oh, yes,’ Dumbledore replied, his eyes locked on Harry with intense seriousness. ‘Tom possessed tremendous potential.’ Dumbledore’s tone turned solemn as he paused, a look of regret darkening his face. ‘However, something happened that I could never have predicted.’ He shook his head, visibly burdened by his memories.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAKo2jPDXVx
Dumbledore steadied himself before answering. ‘I believe Tom found the Ring and kept it—or rather, that it kept him. He did not merely possess it, Harry. He was possessed by it.’ His voice lowered, and the surrounding mist seemed to darken by degrees. ‘An evil will endured within that band, old beyond this age and cruel enough that many in mine tried, and failed, to destroy it utterly.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu5Fr3jlqBZ
Harry studied him, dread prickling beneath his skin. ‘What is it, then? Another Horcrux?’ He shook his head, the questions coming faster now. ‘Is Voldemort under a spell? Like the Imperius Curse? Or is this something worse?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaulg6VbudQ
Dumbledore inclined his head. ‘If this world needs a familiar name for it, Horcrux is the nearest comparison—though not an exact one. It belonged to a Dark Lord of my era, and through it Middle-earth was broken, though not entirely conquered.’ His voice roughened. The memories of those dark days lingered in his eyes, and Harry saw there a grief so vast and old that it made his breath catch. Dumbledore’s expression tightened. ‘I left believing all hope was gone. I came to this time and allowed selfishness to disguise itself as peace. Instead of seeking allies, instead of returning to the fight, I stayed.’ His voice lowered, and the regret in it was raw enough to make Harry look away. ‘That was my greatest failure.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡk1Hj06xnnV
Harry frowned. ‘If you’re a Time Traveller, couldn’t you go back before it happened?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbuNu50gdrT
Dumbledore’s face turned sombre. ‘Yes, but interfering with time carries consequences, and as punishment, I was forced to live with my mistakes. I could not go back unless it were forced. The only way for a Time Traveller to return to the past and seek redemption is through death,’ Dumbledore explained, his voice filled with regret as he offered Harry a mournful smile.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHdPSfquyOp
Harry’s eyes widened as understanding dawned. ‘So you told Snape, and he…’ His words trailed off. What had seemed like betrayal now blurred into something far more complicated, and Harry hated how little he understood.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgKatVvIOqo
‘Yes, Harry. I asked Severus to do several dreadful things. One of them was to kill me when the moment came.’ Dumbledore’s mouth tightened, but his voice stayed calm. ‘Do not mistake that for ease. It was not kindness to him. It was necessity, and he bore it because I asked him to.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡz1QhJkstUO
‘Then what is the plan?’ Harry asked. ‘The real one.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBnlU0gx92n
‘I can move through time and observe its turning,’ Dumbledore said, ‘but even that gift has limits. Some truths remain hidden until another hand uncovers them. Tom’s Ring was one such truth. I had a plan for defeating him, Harry. Severus changed it entirely when he brought me what I had failed to see. Looking back, I believe Tom found the Ring early in his second year. That was when something in him changed. Not slowly. Not naturally. Overnight.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyYMpe2ej5b
Harry asked curiously, ‘How so?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6ajngPORdj
‘He was not fond of me as he was fond of Professor Slughorn,’ Dumbledore said, and Harry’s surprise must have shown, because the old wizard gave him a faint, joyless smile. ‘But in this life I watched him from the beginning and treated him with a patience I had not shown before. For a time, he seemed willing to learn from me. Then one morning he looked at me as if I were no longer a teacher, but an obstacle. His courtesy remained, but something behind it had hardened.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrPkTQQihwB
‘Before then, Tom was clever, ambitious, lonely, and dangerous in ways I should never have underestimated. Afterwards, his cruelty sharpened with terrifying speed. Muggleborns became beneath him. Power became entitlement. And now I wonder whether the Ring did not merely tempt him, but mastered what was already wounded and corrupt within him.’ Dumbledore looked grave. ‘If Tom dies while the Ring endures, the evil within it will seek another hand. Another host. Another Dark Lord.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUXRFTv9wIy
Harry’s eyes widened as the full impact of the Headmaster’s words sank in. ‘So, killing Voldemort is pointless?’ he asked, staring intently at Dumbledore.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4BbM7zBf3e
‘Achieving peace would indeed be possible, Harry, but it would only be temporary,’ Dumbledore said gravely. ‘Tom became the “Dark Lord” not solely because of his own choices, but because Sauron is the true Dark Lord. Sauron’s goal is to gain power in this period, and he is prepared to manipulate anyone to reach it. Looking back into the Ring’s history, I believe we could find those who held it before Tom, if we trace its past far enough,’ Dumbledore explained, shaking his head in regret. ‘It’s unfortunate that Tom lacked the strength of will to resist the Ring’s influence,’ he added softly, his voice tinged with disappointment.
Harry paused before speaking, a look of uncertainty flickering across his face. ‘Sir, when I saw the Ring, I felt something strange. It was as if it was talking to me,’ Harry explained.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBnsfDDtQ5M
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows at Harry, giving a look of understanding. ‘Yes, what you felt was the soul fragment inside you reacting to the Ring’s call,’ he explained gently and thoughtfully. Harry nodded, clearly relieved to finally understand the strange sensation he had felt. Noticing Harry’s expression, Dumbledore shook his head. ‘Do not take that for granted, Harry. The pull of the Ring is powerful, and you may yet feel its call again. But remember, a strong will can overcome its effects,’ he said, with both caution and encouragement.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ75ai46adSx
‘Then it’s over,’ Harry said bleakly. ‘The Horcruxes are gone, someone will kill Voldemort, and Sauron will simply find someone else. All of it—everyone who died—will have bought us nothing but time.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6NqJix1Rfz
Dumbledore’s gaze grew more intense as he explained. ‘Once Tom’s last Horcrux was destroyed, Sauron likely ordered him to retreat. Under the Ring’s control, Tom would never have dared oppose Sauron’s command. The Ring’s power is absolute, and Tom’s will has been completely subdued by it. I believe Sauron realised I have been acting against him. However, it is uncertain whether he fully understands what I have set in motion. We may never know the full scope of his awareness, but Sauron will do anything to stop us.’ His voice dropped on the final words, and Harry felt the warning settle over him like a cloak. The mist no longer seemed peaceful; it seemed watchful, as if something unseen might be listening.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡE63kMz8ND8
Dumbledore’s voice grew firm as he declared, ‘The only solution to break this cycle is to destroy the Ring itself. That is our sole hope. The Ring must be destroyed; nothing less will suffice.’ With those words, Dumbledore increased his pace, walking purposefully through the thick mist, his resolve clear in each step.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAkOwNe2Qlb
Harry hurried to keep pace. ‘Only Snape knows about the Ring, right? Does he know it has to be destroyed?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa1JRExAyz1
Dumbledore let out a mirthless laugh. ‘If it truly is the same Ring, Harry, it cannot be destroyed here,’ he said. ‘Only in my time does Mount Doom burn with the fire that can unmake it.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡDiqpTPAKN4
Harry looked at him. ‘That’s why you’re going back,’ he said. Dumbledore nodded once. Harry drew level with him, resolve and dread tangling in his chest. ‘Then what do we do now?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4uPgckKoy3
Dumbledore paused in his stride, his expression sombre as the thumping noise in the distance intensified. ‘Severus played his part splendidly, but the game has just begun,’ he said, his voice heavy with meaning that made Harry feel just how serious their situation was. The gravity in Dumbledore’s tone made it clear—they still had a long way to go. For a moment, Harry wondered if, despite everything they faced so far, the most challenging part of their journey was still ahead.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡse1FkKZ8qd
‘Professor, is that—?’ Harry started, his voice fading as he hesitated. He squinted through the dense mist, trying to make out the shape of a large object in front of him. The steady, rhythmic thumping from its direction caught his full attention. He furrowed his brow in focus, attempting to identify the source of the disturbing sound.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBxoGtiJPXG
Dumbledore sighed, his eyes slowly moving as he looked around. ‘Yes,’ he responded softly, confirming Harry’s question.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKpBJwDVuIb
Harry’s unease won out over his curiosity. ‘Where exactly are we, sir?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSGDch3BOyf
Dumbledore chuckled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement, and reached up to gently brush his beard, as if searching for the right words nestled amongst its silver strands. He asked Harry, with a curious and encouraging look, ‘Where would you say that we are?’ He urged the young wizard to consider their unusual setting and share his perspective.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiQonkBVZcN
Harry looked around properly for the first time. ‘It looks like King’s Cross Station,’ he said slowly, ‘only a lot cleaner.’ The platforms stretched away into silver light, pristine and silent. No announcements echoed overhead, no crowds hurried past, and no smoke drifted from waiting engines. It felt less like a station than a choice given walls, tracks, and mist.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeGJ0ubUIbu
‘King’s Cross,’ Dumbledore repeated, smiling faintly. ‘An excellent answer.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡoAZddzeED5
Harry’s curiosity surpassed his discomfort as the shapes in front became clearer. ‘Sir, why are there two?’ he asked, puzzled. As the mist cleared, the large, rhythmic objects emerged distinctly—trains, each commanding and exuding its own importance. One waited to the left, dark and solemn beneath the white light, its polished sides glimmering as though reflecting a sky that did not exist. The other stood opposite, brighter and more familiar somehow, its outline softened by steam that curled lazily along the platform. The two trains seemed less like machines than choices made solid.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡok1MdETKgN
Dumbledore looked at Harry with a serious expression that caused the young wizard to pause. He gestured toward the trains with a gentle but firm tone. ‘This is where you must decide, Harry. I will be leaving on that train,’ he said, deliberately pointing at the left train, its engine shrouded in mist but unmistakably poised for departure.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIXt5ICgmul
Harry’s voice quivered slightly as he inquired, ‘Where does it go?’ His voice was tinged with nervousness, as he was reluctant for the conversation to end so quickly. The reassurance he felt from Dumbledore’s presence, after all they had been through, made him hesitant to let go of that comfort.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG8T9xZ2WY4
Dumbledore smiled softly, his expression filled with gentle warmth. ‘It will take me to Middle-earth, back to before this disaster began. The other train will take you home to Hogwarts,’ he explained, his gaze calm and reassuring as he looked at Harry.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrHjpbCpDDq
‘Wouldn’t my choice be clear then?’ Harry asked, playing with a ring on his middle finger. 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXVNfQNbkKP
Dumbledore looked at him thoughtfully. ‘Choices might appear simple from afar, Harry, but when it comes time to decide, the heart is seldom as confident as the mind assumes,’ he said softly. Harry tightened his grip on the ring, feeling the weight of his actions and their consequences pressing down on him.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFEsyy57Ic0
Dumbledore’s gaze dropped to the ring around Harry’s finger, a gentle, nostalgic smile forming on his lips. He looked at the jewellery thoughtfully, as if recalling distant memories that belonged to another age and another sky. ‘Do you know what that is, Harry?’ he asked softly, extending his hand with his palm facing up in a silent gesture. Without hesitation, Harry removed the ring and placed it in Dumbledore’s open hand. The old wizard carefully received it, holding it gently as he examined its details, turning it slowly between his fingers. The silver caught the station’s pale glow, flashing green where the emeralds stirred beneath the light. After a moment of silent inspection, Dumbledore looked up, locking eyes with Harry over his half-moon spectacles, his face a mix of curiosity and thoughtfulness.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS44cISFfiO
Harry stared at the silver ring resting in Dumbledore’s hand, and for a moment his throat tightened too much to speak. Its worn surface seemed suddenly heavier than metal, heavy with James Potter, with everything Harry had lost before he was old enough to remember it. ‘It was my father’s,’ he said at last, his voice roughening on the word. ‘An owl brought it to me at the start of second year. I didn’t know who had sent it then. I thought… I don’t know what I thought.’ He swallowed, his eyes fixed on the ring rather than Dumbledore’s face. ‘Remus told me later it had come from him. He said Dad had given it to him in case anything happened to my parents, and that he would have wanted me to have it when I was old enough.’ Harry’s mouth twisted, caught somewhere between grief and a bitter smile. ‘I suppose I should have been happy. It was something of his. Something he’d touched. But when I noticed the serpents, all I could think was that maybe there was something wrong with me after all. Maybe it meant I belonged to Slytherin somehow.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡMyrY7JmG90
Harry observed as Dumbledore carefully rotated the ring, examining its detailed craftsmanship. The band featured two twin serpents, each with sharp emerald eyes that shimmered in the silvery glow. Their heads met beneath a crown of golden flowers—one serpent supporting the crown, the other seemingly devouring it. In the centre of the entwined serpents lay a large oval emerald, its vivid green suggesting long-concealed secrets.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzkpiWeec4O
Harry paused briefly, a furrow appearing on his brow as he thought. ‘I never really questioned it, to be honest. Does it have some significance, sir?’ he asked, looking at Dumbledore’s face for any clues.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ61vXCDez4B
‘In my time, it does,’ Dumbledore said, causing Harry to stare at him in surprise. His tone was plain, but the underlying message was clear. In that instant, Harry sensed he was on the edge of a much deeper secret—one that spanned centuries and was now closely linked to the fate of Sauron’s Ring and his own future.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcRP3a4oY7g
Harry’s eyes widened as he looked at his ring, his voice filled with awe and curiosity. ‘You mean I had ancestors in your time?’ he asked, gazing at the jewellery and marvelling at its mysterious significance. The idea that his lineage might go back so far in history filled Harry with wonder. He tried to picture those who had worn the ring before him, each possibly encountering their own challenges, their fates connected by the same silver-and-emerald band.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwa9bnZ7WhX
Dumbledore glanced at Harry with warmth before looking down at the silver ring that was sitting in his palm. ‘Of course, you did, Harry,’ he said softly but sincerely, as he studied the jewellery with interest. ‘This ring has been handed down to the eldest son in your family for thousands of years. It was more substantial in its earlier days, but its true significance lies in what it symbolises rather than the object itself.’ His eyes flickered with distant memories, and he shook his head gently, as if recalling stories that time had erased. ‘You will come to see, Harry. In due course, everything will become clear,’ he added with a comforting smile. 384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4gRMFcFARj
Harry, however, couldn’t help but frown, his mind filled with questions as he wondered how he might uncover the full story behind the mysterious heirloom in his mentor’s hand. ‘How?’ he asked, a single word laden with the weight of his swirling questions. He looked up at Dumbledore, seeking clarity and possibly hoping for a clear answer to the complex web of fate and history now connected to the ancient ring.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyuwW74O5Yw
Dumbledore responded carefully, his words tinged with a familiar air of ambiguity. ‘That remains to be seen, but it depends on you,’ he said, his tone revealing no clues. He gave a slight shrug, indicating that the outcome was uncertain and depended on Harry’s decisions and actions.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxzf8xCf92
Realising that his questions were not getting him anywhere, Harry changed his approach and quietly asked, ‘Do I need to return to my time, sir?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdRNoSjQv6n
Dumbledore’s gaze met Harry’s with unwavering seriousness. The warmth had not vanished from his face, but it retreated beneath the weight of necessity, leaving Harry with the uncomfortable certainty that the answer would not be gentle. ‘No, you can finish what you started. Sauron is your greatest adversary, for it is through him that Voldemort acts against you. Even if you were to defeat Voldemort, Sauron would merely seek out another to pursue you and your friends. You must understand, Harry, you will never know peace until Sauron himself is destroyed.’ The weight of Dumbledore’s words settled on Harry, and his eyes widened in understanding. The choice before him no longer felt like a question of courage alone, but of everything and everyone he might be forced to leave behind.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnlwZRl6SmY
At that moment, Harry understood the full magnitude of the threat against him—not only Voldemort but also the ancient evil of Sauron, whose reach extended across generations. The future of himself and those he loved now depended on a challenge far greater than he had ever imagined. ‘So Sauron was behind Voldemort when he killed my parents?’ Harry asked quietly. ‘Behind all of it?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUROEzMncmT
Dumbledore’s face filled with sorrow. ‘Behind him, yes. But not instead of him. Tom chose his path, Harry, and he bears guilt for every life he took. Sauron guided, amplified, and fed the darkness already there. He did not remove Tom’s will; he corrupted it until Tom mistook servitude for power.’ Dumbledore briefly looked away from the trains to say, ‘Whether you choose to return to your time or join me in Middle-earth is entirely your decision,’ while gently indicating the platforms. The significant choice was now entirely Harry’s.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡroywXV6Chb
‘Why is he after me, sir?’ Harry asked, his eyes fixed on the left train— the very one destined to take him to Dumbledore’s time. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, revealing the anxiety pressing on him. The left train appeared to represent not just a trip through time, but also the intimidating road ahead—a route closely linked to the mystery of Sauron’s pursuit and the shadows of Harry’s own fate.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡy3FlYrFks4
Dumbledore paused, the silence stretching between them and heightening Harry’s unease. He felt that his mentor was withholding something vital—something Harry desperately needed to know. When Dumbledore finally spoke, his words carried regret. ‘You oppose him, and he will destroy everything that opposes his ultimate design,’ he said softly, head shaking slightly, as if weighed down by the unspoken truth.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡey3KRHH71Y
Harry heard the omission at once. Dumbledore’s answer was true, perhaps, but not complete. It sat between them like a locked door, and Harry had the awful feeling that the key was being withheld for his own good.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRG9tt9zkE4
Harry sighed, his voice tinged with resignation and a sense of inevitability. ‘And what is his ultimate design?’ he asked, though deep down, he suspected he already knew the answer.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVdA4Xs0IRZ
‘To rule over all,’ Dumbledore replied instantly.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUXJGPhAgDz
Harry looked towards the departing train, then back to Dumbledore. ‘If we destroy his Ring, Voldemort ceases to exist?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSkWluhoWAN
‘As he is now, yes,’ Dumbledore said. ‘Destroying the Ring would break the will that has mastered him. What remains of Tom Riddle after that is another question.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf3EUD0mmnX
Harry glanced at Dumbledore, a wry smile playing on his lips. ‘With all due respect, sir, I think what we need here is a miracle,’ he said, his voice tinged with nervous laughter.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr1n3av031i
‘I have never put much stock in miracles, Harry. On the other hand, I can attest wholly to the extensive advantages of a related phenomenon,’ Dumbledore said, grinning down at Harry.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0XMy7mMXG0
‘Which would be, sir?’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRvMl2zdBjP
‘Luck.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmrnzs7NgJJ
Harry examined Dumbledore’s face briefly, looking for any signs of reassurance or understanding. The old wizard’s expression remained inscrutable, his blue eyes shining with that familiar blend of wisdom and mystery. Turning away, Harry looked back into the swirling mist around them, his thoughts a jumble of uncertainty as the distant thumping persisted, now quieter but still constant.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8hkLNSax52
Unable to hold back his confusion, Harry finally broke the silence. ‘Professor?’ he called softly, his voice echoing gently through the vast, foggy space. Dumbledore raised a questioning eyebrow, waiting patiently for Harry to speak again. Harry gestured around, his hand slicing through the mist as he tried to understand what was happening. ‘Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?’ he asked, doubt weighing heavily in his voice.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡW0TbOHcG1A
Dumbledore chuckled softly, the sound echoing gently in the mist. ‘Of course it may be happening inside your head, Harry,’ he said calmly. ‘But why should that mean it is not real? I am here only as much as I am permitted to be here—to show you the choice ahead and guide you as far as I can.’384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCnvLyxKEzM
Harry nodded quietly, watching Dumbledore as he moved gracefully towards the train on the left. The old wizard’s robes stirred around his ankles, and his figure seemed to blend with the silver mist as though he already belonged more to that departing world than to Harry’s. When Dumbledore reached the steps, he paused, turned back, and gave Harry a reassuring smile. ‘The choice is yours,’ he said softly, his voice echoing in the quiet. Then Dumbledore stepped onto the train and vanished from sight, leaving Harry alone with the decision ahead. The emptiness he left behind felt vast, and for several seconds Harry could hear only the thudding of his own heart and the far-off rhythm of the waiting engines.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡP0BNMVWaM4
Harry looked from one train to the other, and memories rose in him unbidden: his parents’ faces in photographs, Sirius falling through the veil, Dobby’s small body in his arms, Fred’s laughter cut short. Hogwarts was not merely a place waiting for him. It was everyone he loved, everyone still fighting, everyone who believed he would come back.384Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzbd85sa1Mr
Then the doubt began to settle. Not vanish—Harry knew better than that—but settle into something he could carry. He straightened and drew in a slow breath of the cool, silver-lit air. One train would take him back to the war he knew. The other would carry him towards the source of the shadow that had haunted his life before he had even understood its name. Harry looked once more at the train Dumbledore had boarded. Then, with fear still in him and resolve stronger than fear, he stepped forward. The mist closed gently behind him as he climbed aboard.
A/N: As you may have noticed I diverted quite a bit from the Deathly Hallows canon here. I hope you all enjoyed it in any case! Let me know in a review…
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