He lay facedown, listening to the silence. He was perfectly alone. Nobody was
watching. Nobody else was there. He was not perfectly sure that he was there himself.
Slowly, he sat up, looking around the area. A perfectly formless white light filled his
vision for as far as he could see. With a frown, he stood up, looking around. This was most
what he was expecting when he let Voldemort hit him with another
. He was expecting.
, not a shapeless, faceless mass.
..” A voice said from behind him, prompting him to turn around quickly. What
Yes.” The old man broke into a smile. “You wonderful boy! You brave, brave man!
Let’s take a walk, Harry.”
Harry didn’t move. “You’re dead.”
Dumbledore nodded, smiling happily. “Yes.”
So I’m dead now?”
Ah, not quite.” The old man’s eyes twinkled. “You stand on the cusp, Harry. You can
go on or you can go back. The choice is yours.”
Harry nodded, and slowly fell into step next to him. There was silence for a few
moments, until Dumbledore spoke. “I imagine you have questions, Harry. I know, if I were in
your place, I’d have questions.”
Several.” Harry shot back. “I’m just figuring out where to start.”
With an amiable nod, Dumbledore said, “Take as long as you need. In this place, there
is no time. What happens here will have no effect on the waking world.”
After a moment, Harry decided on his first topic. “Let’s talk about Horcruxes, shall
Dumbledore nodded. “An excellent place to begin.” He steepled his fingers together.
“As you know, Tom made his Horcruxes, starting right at the end of his Hogwarts career. The
diary. Then he made the Ring, Locket, the Goblet, the Diadem, yourself and Nagini. When he
fled from Godric’s Hollow in 1981, the final Horcrux he was planning to make backfired, and
that piece of sheared off soul rushed into the only thing that would support it. You.”
Harry nodded, his eyes narrowing imperceptibly. “So.
.. I’ve been a Horcrux since