Sorry this chapter took so long guys. Have had a lot going on but here it is.

As Harry's body lay as still as stone, he found himself wide awake; everything seemed much brighter than he remembered things, he felt younger than he had in years also; it wasn't a bad feeling but the best he ever had; he wondered whether all this was real or not as he walked around a place that seemed familiar to him as though he'd been there before. His eyes lit up when he saw Dumbledore walking towards him. He couldn't believe he was seeing him for what felt the first time. Harry looked at Dumbledore, so many questions filled his head, however his mind seemed to stop running when no sooner had the two caught eye contact, had Dumbledore explained everything.

"How... why...?" Harry started.

Dumbledore took Harry's hand and squeezed it, "walk with me this way. I trust you know where we are?"

"No, I don't." Harry replied sheepishly as he took Dumbledore's hand and walked with him to a seat.

Dumbledore waited for Harry to sit down first before setting himself down next to Harry, "well... think about the surroundings."

Harry looked around, "we're at Kings' Cross Station!" Harry beamed.

"Indeed we are." Dumbledore said happily. "Now what was it you were going to ask?" he added.

Harry felt Dumbledore had only asked this to change the topic back to where they'd started; he had a feeling Dumbledore knew what Harry was going to ask. "What happened to me?" Harry asked.

"Well... Voldemort took your blood believing it would strengthen him. He took into his body, a tiny part of the enchantment your mother laid upon you when she died for you. His body keeps her sacrifice alive, and while that enchantment survives, so do you and so does Voldemort's last hope for himself." Dumbledore explained.

Harry fell silent for a moment; he felt he understood a lot more than he had when he was alive. He couldn't believe all the answers were being revealed now by his one and only man. "And you knew this all along?" Harry asked, somewhat disbelieving that Dumbledore had hidden this for all those years.

"I guessed. But my guesses have usually been good." Dumbledore replied happily.

Harry couldn't think of anything else to say, he gazed into Dumbledore's eyes and took his hand; Dumbledore's gaze met Harry's; he smiled and squeezed Harry's hand as he usually did; the two held this moment for what seemed a long time, Harry couldn't hold himself back, he wrapped his arm around Dumbledore; though the Dumbledore wasn't the boy he'd spent every romantic moment he could with; he saw this Dumbledore as no different; Dumbledore gazed into his eyes and wrapped his arm around Harry. The two held eachother for a while longer.

Harry's mind raced again, "The Hallows..." he mumbled to himself.

Apparently Dumbledore had heard this as the smile faded from his face, Harry was somewhat pleased about this; he knew now he would acquire answers but at the same time; he felt bad for ruining their moment but he knew his love had lied to him about many things in the past and this would be the only way to get answers.

"Ah... yes..." Dumbledore said quietly. "Can you forgive me, Harry? Can you forgive me for not trusting you?" he asked.

Harry could sense Dumbledore expected no forgiveness but hoped he would forgive him. Dumbledore's eyes sparkled; Harry could see he meant every word.

"Harry. I only feared that you would fail as I had failed. I only dreaded that you would make my mistakes... I crave your pardon, Harry. I have known, for some time now... that you... you're a better man."

Dumbledore's gaze didn't leave Harry's. Harry had no idea what to feel about this; Dumbledore's sincerity in his voice. Harry smiled weakly at Dumbledore and held him close without a word said.

Dumbledore held Harry and sighed; he didn't feel he deserved forgiveness after all he had put Harry through; he let go of Harry and looked at him, but Harry didn't let go of him. He wrapped his arms around Harry once more, "When I discovered the resurrection stone, after all those years, I lost my head, Harry. I quite forgot that it was now a Horcrux, that the ring was sure to carry a curse, I picked it up and put it on, and for a second I imagined I was able to see Ariana, and my mother, and my father, and to tell them how sorry I was. I was such a fool Harry."

Harry felt sorry for Dumbledore and held him tighter, "I understand... I just... just wish you had have told me this sooner... but you are forgiven. I think you were right from when you told me..." he smiled and stretched his neck up to kiss Dumbledore's forehead. He didn't care about what age era the man was in now; as long as he was the same man Harry had fallen for. He gazed into Dumbledore's eyes, "tell me one last thing..." said Harry, taking Dumbledore's hand and squeezing it. "Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?"

Dumbledore looked at him and beamed, his voice loud and strong although the bright mist seemed to be fading away, obscuring Dumbledore's figure, "of course it's happening inside your head, Harry, but why on Earth should that mean it isn't real?"

Harry thought over this; the mist had seemed to bring Dumbledore's figure back; he was now less faded and Harry rested his head on his chest. "So this is real?"

"Of course, Harry." Dumbledore smiled. "You know... you can go back if you want to?"

"I know but... I don't want to leave you again." Harry sighed and held Dumbledore in his arms; he realized the man didn't look all that old at all; older than Harry yes, but not enough to make things awkward; it was as though the mist had bought him into a younger view or perhaps Harry had fallen for him deeper than he thought he would have. He looked up at Dumbledore and kissed him deeply, his eyes closed and heart burning with passion. Dumbledore returned the kiss, the two caressed eachother for a moment, Harry rubbed Dumbledore's back as he leant in and kissed him deeper; their breaths grew heavier at each movement the other made. Harry felt the romance between them had deepened a lot more than he thought it would have; he had never had this feeling for another man before; he didn't expect it to be, at all, Dumbledore. The romance grew stronger; moments passed and the two dressed themselves, Dumbledore and Harry stood to their feet, hand in hand.

"Harry; you must go back. I fear there is more for you back home than here... for now." he said and winked.

Harry nodded sadly, "yeah... yeah I guess... but why can't you...?"

Dumbledore smiled, "the moments with you I treasure most; I wish we'd had this moment at Horcrux Cave or somewhere, Harry but there is always another time; not too soon but not too late." Dumbledore said as he faded away and Harry seemed to enter back to his own body.