Harry Potter and the Order Of the Phoenix [193]
This information hit Harry hard. He had never even thought about death like that before. Is bringing people back from the dead killing them in the afterlife? Is Heaven really like what he saw it as?
“As I said before, Harry, to the organized mind, death is just but the next great adventure. Why would you take someone away from it? I teach all of my most valuable people that death is to be respected just as much, if not more, than life. You, Harry, are one of my most valuable people.”
Harry just stood there, in silence, having no idea what to say. He was amazed by this man’s brilliance, and by Harry’s own inability to see beyond two dimensions.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Dumbledore, looking at his watch. “The end of school feast is going to begin in five minutes! We will have to hurry back if we are to get there in time!”
“Do you know how to get back, professor?” asked Harry. “This place doesn’t exactly look like Hogwarts grounds.”
“That’s because its not,” said Dumbledore. “Hogwarts is on the other side of the forest, and there’s absolutely no way we’ll make it in time if we run…. We’ll have to Apparate.”
“But professor,” said Harry, “Me, Ron and Hermione don’t know how.”
“Oh don’t worry about that. I have enough magical power for all of you. Just hold onto my hand. Arabella! You can surely Apparate to the entrance of Hogwarts with Lupin and Sirius, can’t you?”
“Certainly,” she said, holding Lupin on one shoulder, and propping Sirius (who was just waking up) on her other. Ron and Hermione came over, and they took a hold of Harry’s hand, who was holding onto Dumbledore.
“Well then… off we go!” yelled Dumbledore. Harry gasped. All of the world around him turned pitch black for an instant, melting everything into one infinite oblivion. Then, just as quick as it happened, it was over.
Harry felt out of breath, as if he had jogged the entire distance here.
“Alright then Harry?” asked Dumbledore, letting go of his hand.
“Yeah, great,” said Harry, catching his breath. He stood up and brushed himself off, and walked inside along with everyone else. Mrs. Figg, Sirius, and Lupin, however stayed outside, as to not be noticed. As they walked inside, two questions were still burning inside Harry’s mind.
“Professor Dumbledore,” he asked, “I have a question.”
“Ask away Harry,” he said.
“Well… for one… how did my Order help Voldemort? I mean, I thought it could only help you if you were hurt, and he looked perfectly healthy to me.”
“Oh Harry, an Order is much more complex than that. You should see the MMSC for it, oh boy! I could barely make sense of it!”
Harry didn’t feel like asking what an MMSC was, it would probably only confuse him more.
“Anyway, Harry, an Order will work on anyone, young or old, dead or perfectly healthy. It does not restore someone to their normal health, because if it was used on someone who had been hurt, but was hurt anyway beforehand, they would return to their normal and hurt state. So, it amplifies your normal state, and then returns you to that.
“Now, to do more advanced spells, you need more magical power, a power that is derived almost directly from your state of being. So, if you have had an Order put on you, you will have an even higher magical power. And if you already had a massive amount of magical power, as in the case of Voldemort, it will grow to a size that is off any chart I know. Now that Voldemort has this almost infinite magical power, he can invent any spell he wants, and utilize it any way he desires.”
“So, he’s pretty much invincible now?” asked Harry, beginning to feel afraid inside.
“Oh no, Harry. As you have seen, almost every time Voldemort has been defeated it is because he has made just one error, or underestimated his opponents. Those are his faults. As long as he continues in his current state of mind, no matter what kind of spells he has at his disposal, there will be a way to defeat him.”
“Also, professor, how did you know to use your Order on Lupin? I didn’t ask you to. Did you just figure it