A/N: Hey, this is the first fanfic that I posted. Read and review. I accept good criticisms.

Disclaimer: If I owned this, I would be rich! Everything belongs to J.K Rowling, but you all should know that.

For over a year, he was surrounded by nothing, but darkness. Because of this darkness that was around him, he needed a greater advantage. He needed a great power of the light to stop his mind from growing to the peak of insanity. He remembered his first three days there. Absolute hell. Voices of the others howled and groaned day and night. The coldness that crept through the flesh and pierced through the bones felt as if death was hauling him by his head. The dark creatures, Dementors, had little effect on him. They only cause burning pain and the feeling of hate an anger...and betrayal. But nothing more than that. After the three days of constant fear and darkness, he began to think about all the light magic. Two weeks after his un-interrupted thoughts, he felt a sudden warmth, running along his bones and body. It relaxed him. That is until he remembered where he was. Inside darkness and his light was the only one shining. The darkness was attacking. Dark memories flashed through his head. They're all to blame. No one believed. No one cared or bother. No one said he was innocent...all they're words--guilty. The gavel banged, he eardrums pounded. He covered his ears. I'm innocent!' His head screamed.

'Guilty, guilty, guilty!' The voices chanted. The gavel banged. He yelled. His voice blended through the walls. All of a sudden the voices stopped, his mind cleared.

'You have proved yourself very well.'

"Who's there?" He asked.

'Here.'

"Where the hell is here?"

'Inside your mind.'

He snorted. "Crazy. I'm going crazy."

'No. You're the few ones. I've come to help you so fate can be put through the ultimate test.'

"Crazy. All right, voice, who are you, exactly?"

'I'm the voice of the voices.'

"That's helpful."

'It is.' The voice was soft and calm. 'Will you follow these guardians to help you? They will guide you through everything, from the simplest charms to the most Ancient Magic. From the smallest magic of Occlumency to the rarest magic of Auras.' He couldn't imagine how it could get any worse.

"If I agree, will you leave me alone?"

'Yes, but after you learn all this, your Final Trial will be judged by me. Now I will leave and let your guardians deal until the time comes.'

"Yeah, you do that." He said, but no one replied. He sat back in the corner, fighting the urge to murder people in their sleep. He rarely sleeps at night.

'Shut up, you'll wake the boy.' A voice snapped. He looked around him, but nothing. Pitch black.

'He's not asleep, you dolt!' He covered his ears.

"Shut up!" He yelled. "Hey, voice of voice, shut up!"

'Told you he was awake.' He grinded his teeth. So much for peace. 'We can hear you kid.'

'Don't be so moody, Sal.'

He growled. "You better give me a damn good explanation!"

'Gentlemen,' another voice came. However this one was more fragile and no more than the sound of the wind of the Spring.

'For the most powerful wizard of the time, you can't keep time.'

'He's not Father Time, Sal.'

"Shut up! Reasons now!" He yelled. The calm voice spoke.

'I am Merlin, your guardian.'

'One of. I'm Godric Gryffindor, you should've known that.'

'And I'm Salazar Slytherin and don't ask.'

"Now I'm really going crazy," he muttered.

'You are not crazy.' Replied the voice of Merlin. 'We are here to help you complete your magic.'

"If you don't mind, I did graduate from Hogwarts," he said coldly. "I'm not some crazy lunatic."

'Yes, yes, I know.'

'I told you old man,' said Salazar. 'The boy's a hopeless case.'

'Shut that horrid mouth of yours,' snapped Godric. 'For Merlin's sake can we get this over with? The faster we do this, the quicker the boy gets out of this place.'

Merlin's voice took over. 'We are going to teach you. You will have a trial to see if you've learned anything. Then we will go from there.'

"So this is real."

'Very.'

"All right. As long as I get to break out of here."

'Well then,' said Salazar, 'Let's begin.' From that phrase, Harry James Potter, began to learn the secrets and magic that once belong to Gryffindor, Slytherin, and Merlin himself.