Hi everyone. I've made good progress with the sequel. I've written the first 14 chapters. They just need to be beta'd.

But to get your mouths watering and excited (hopefully) I am uploading the prologue so long.

Also, I do not own the works of JK Rowling nor Robert Jorden and Brandon Sanderson.

This is a crossover between HP and Wheel of Time. The first part can be found in the crossover section. This story will be moved there after a while.


Sunlight bathed the wide expanse before Harry. The horse he rode stood tall, dark and motionless. A deep breath filled his lungs with fresh mountain air. Only when he exhaled did he look out across the world below. In the distance lay the impressive city of Tar Valon – home of the White Tower. Wondrous bridges, held aloft as if by magic, spanned the mighty river encircling the island, which contained the city. Within the cities confines of glittering white walls, Ginny waited for him.

Standing high above the bustling community, he felt at ease. The years had been good to him. He had perhaps not seen as much of Ginny as he would have liked, but she was with him always. The horse shuffled about uneasily where it stood. Harry barely noticed. His mind focused on what awaited him. The return to England, a return to the game. Tiredly, he stroked a hand through his messy black hair. Gathering himself, he began to look forward to the benefits offered by the move.

He could easily have created a gateway to take him from his vantage point straight into the city. Yet, he wanted to take his time. This was his last day in this world and he did not want to waste it by missing half the beauty the countryside offered. Besides, Ginny was not allowed to leave yet and he had little desire to be among the milling crowds of Tar Valon longer than required.

With a slight nudge, he led the horse down the steep slopes of Dragonmount, the mighty peak that dominated the area. The mountain unnerved him, knowing Lews Telamon, the Dragon, created it with his last touch of saidin. His last breath. Harry pushed the thought aside, dwelling helped little. Instead he chose to focus on his barely contained anticipation. Even though it would take most of the morning to reach the city, he smiled and began. The precipitous slopes made for a treacherous decent and the sun progressed far across its path before he reached the bottom.

The country road he travelled along felt abandoned, but nearing Tar Valon a few farmers began to pass him by. Their stares roamed over horse, cloak and face, finally coming to rest on his emerald green eyes. The city, as usual, reacted differently to the presence of Harry. He garnered a number of stares, different from the farmers', upon entering Tar Valon. The black cloak and silver dragons clearly marked him for who he was, or at least had been to those who knew. These people knew of the power behind his green gaze and yet they understood not half. Still, the Black Tower, home of all men who could channel, no longer concerned him, nor would it ever again. Besides, the Heron marked sword, hanging from his hip, received even more wary looks than his clothes. Making his way through the outskirts, the crowds began to thin and the noise died down. Near the inner walls the only sound still heard were the horses' hooves, tapping rhythmically on the cobbled road.

Passing the Tower Guards, he dismounted. Tying the horse to a post, he strode towards the courtyard. His steps light and eager, he knew Ginny would be waiting around the next corner. This day had been in their minds for years. With each step, his feelings grew stronger as he approached her. Still, she remained out of sight.

Rounding the last corner, his eyes fell upon Ginny. She sat, deep in thought, staring out across the garden. Her dress, which he did not find surprising, was a deep green – she had chosen the Green Ajah. Like the houses of Hogwarts, each one of the seven Ajahs had members of similar interests, passions and abilities. The Yellow are healers. The Whites devote themselves to questions of philosophy and truths. The Reds use to hunt men who channelled, but now they ensure stability amongst all those who can touch the One Power. The Browns dedicate themselves to the search for knowledge. The Grays are mediators, and the always attempt to resolve tensions. The Blues involve themselves with justice and the causes in the world. Then there are the Greens, an Ajah for the fiery and hot tempered. He chuckled, they were also referred to as the Battle Ajah, and Greens spent their time preparing for war. Sadly, it meant little in Ginny's case since the two of them were about to travel back to England.

Stopping, he leaned against a nearby white pillar. She looked radiant, she always did, but something about her felt different. Red hair fell across her shoulders, emphasising her natural beauty. Her smile, though faint, displayed her joy for all the world to see. And her eyes! He had always been drawn to the soft pair of brown and he could scarcely believe it that had only been nine years since he'd fallen under their spell back at Grimmauld Place. Still they entranced him, drawing him ever deeper into her enchantment. Her small hands, clasped together, fidgeted on her lap. She was as anxious as him, but he had known as much.

Pushing himself away from the column, he took a pace towards her. Slowly, her head turned. The smile, which had been faint, grew. Her brown eyes, fixed on his, shone brightly. The Aes Sedai calm, something they were renowned for, vanished.

"Harry!" She cried out. Leaping from her seat to run towards him. He caught her with open arms. The momentum she carried spun them around. Not fighting it, they twirled around again and again. Eventually he placed her tenderly back onto the ground. "You did it," he whispered into her ear. The distinct smell of flowers enveloped them. Holding onto her, he revelled in her embrace.

"Did you doubt me?" She asked, staring at him with an amused raised eyebrow.

"Not even for a moment," Harry replied laughing. It felt good to have his wife back in his arms again. With Ginny being an Accepted, he rarely had time to see her.

Letting go of her, they walked hand in hand to a nearby seat. Various other women, Aes Sedai, wandered about in the garden as well. They might have felt like complaining, but Ginny was a full sister now and Harry; well he was the Harry, close friend of Rand, and probably the second most powerful male Aes Sedai. In fact, his powers were as strong as Rand's – in the One Power that was.

"So, you chose the Greens," he joshed good naturedly. "I'm surprised." His face an image of confusion.

She tried to act seriously, "I... yes." The stutter accompanied with a frown and an honest answer caused Harry to laugh out loud.

"Ah... the Oath Rod. Thou shalt not speak an untrue word," he said after a while.

"It's what sets us apart, Harry," she said forcibly. "You men would do well to follow our example."

"Perhaps," he answered, neither giving a yes or no. This was an intense debate currently among the White and Black Towers. In principle, the oath was sound, but in practise, it did not always work well. The problem being, most people tended to mistrust Aes Sedai even more because of the oath. Words and their meanings became shrouded behind veils of truth. Women belonging to the White Tower spoke the truth, but their words could rarely be trusted.

"Never mind," Ginny interrupted his thoughts. Her voice eager, "Are you packed?"

"Packed?" Harry chuckled. "What is there to take back? All I need are the clothes on my back and my sword." He did not need to mention the small carving in his pocket. They grew silent.

"Harry," she said softly. Her voice tentative, but loud enough to be overheard.

He grew still, his own nerves almost betraying him. "Yes," he replied. Deep silent breaths alone kept him from saying more. The time for their act had come. Warders were a privilege for full sisters, and full sisters only. They had been bonded secretly for years.

"Would you do me the honour of becoming my Warder?" She asked. He laughed and she smiled before adding softly, "again."

He remained silent. The question expected. The answer obvious. The weight of the decision hung in the air for all around to witness. His hand slipped into hers. Ginny's brown eyes looked away.

"Of course, my Lady." Harry said loudly enough, ensuring a few passing Aes Sedai overheard. Being already married, it would be expected of her to bond him the day she became an Aes Sedai.

She looked back up. Her gaze searching. Those freckled cheeks, turned a soft shade of red at the farce. Her dim eyes began to sparkle. "Thank you," she whispered.

"Well then, Ginny," Harry said taking a step back. She frowned. With a smile he sank down on one knee and bowed his head. His skin prickled and a pair of cold hands touched his cheeks.

Nothing changed, but he allowed himself to drink in her presence. Slowly he got to his feet, allowing the feelings in him that was Ginny to take root in him. The most prominent feeling of all – love.

"Harry!" she gasped. Her eyes wide and face filled with a mixture of shock and awe. Harry barely recognised her act for what it was. "You..." Her one hand touched her chest. The same place where he could feel her in him. "Is that really how you feel about me?"

In reply, his hands cupped her face. Leaning forwards he placed a tender kiss on her lips. His eyes closed, before he leaned his forehead against hers. He felt her tears begin to form as they fell to the ground and then she laughed softly for his ears only. Finally, he felt truly healed. With the bond out in the open, he revelled in the wonder of its touch. To this day, he'd always held back. "Thank you, Ginny."

"For what?" She asked, even though she knew the answer.

"Everything," he replied. "For loving me. For being there when I needed you. For..." his voice trailed off as he held her close to his chest.

"I've always loved you Harry. You've known for years."

"Yes." He captured her lips with his own. "But..." he gasped for air. "Now with our bond open for the world to see. I feel more alive than ever."

She smiled. "Me too, Harry."

"Walk with me," Harry said, holding out a hand to her.

They spent the rest of the day walking about the gardens, talking.

"And all the farewells?" She asked tentatively after they returned to the bench.

"Done, all we need to do now is travel to the portal."

Ginny nodded. Her eyes turned towards the White Tower, the place where she had lived in for the better part of the past seven years. Ginny's gaze moved down to her surroundings allowing her to take in the garden one last time. "I'll miss this place." She inhaled and he did the same. The scent of flowers overpowered all else. Within these walls, one might almost begin to believe the world perfect.

Harry nodded in response feeling her sadness. "But we have to go home." She sighed sadly at the words. Her sombre mood slowly dispersed. Something else began to grow inside him. He knew the sensation. It felt like sitting by a warm fire at the Burrow with his friends and family, comforted by the knowledge of their safety.

"It would be nice to see your family again," Harry said knowing the reasons behind her emotions.

"Our family," she corrected with a warm smile, snuggling closer to him. The words sparked another emotion, trepidation. Honestly, he was scared to death of confronting his mother-in-law. Then there were her brothers. Light protect him! Not that they could hurt him physically, but emotional damage usually hurt so much more. Yet, staring down at his wife, he knew the impending collision with the Weasleys to be worth it.

Still, Harry did not want to leave. He preferred this Age. There were no wars at the moment. What he liked most, however, was the lack of prophecies hanging over his head. Even Min had trouble of late seeing Auras about him, though Luna's words still darkened his mood. He gripped Ginny a little tighter. Who could tell what awaited them back in England. A broken world? No, time had stood still, but there had been a faint darkness across Britain and the Elder Wand still lay in the hands of a competent Wizard. A soft squeeze from Ginny told him she felt his worries. The fact comforted him, he would need Ginny's support, her love.

With a weak, but grateful smile, the White Tower grew vibrant to his eyes one last time. A gateway opened before them. Taking a last glance back with Ginny, he took her hand and walked through and into a desert hundreds of miles away.

HGHGHGHG

There was no light in the never ending void. Yet, it was not dark. There was nothing except the figure of a man, and still it felt as if there was something more. All that existed, surrounded the single body. Suspended in a calm of nothingness, the lifeless form revolved about its centre. Every turn, time uncounted or none at all passed. Dark black hair hung about the shoulders. Hollow eyes, as black as night, stared wide eyed into the abyss around. They were framed by a young face, a man barely into his thirties. Nothing else moved, nothing existed to move. No sound could be heard.

All that was rotated relentlessly. The eyes came round, then disappeared again. With each passing, the face seemed closer to death. Time, even here, moved relentlessly.

A flash of light pierced the constant dark. A scream broke the silence.

The body jerked. The dark eyes opened. Blinking they were hollow no more. Within them burned life.

Fighting unseen bonds the body tried to move. It could not, there were no bonds to break. The mouth worked relentlessly, no sound escaped. In the vacuum sound was not able to travel. Yet, the cries of agony reverberated in his its ears.

"YOU HAVE FAILED," a voice boomed from everywhere and nowhere. Filled with pain, the black eyes stared fixedly ahead. Still the body rotated relentlessly.

"BUT I SHALL SAVE YOU," the voice resonated again. The body relaxes slightly. Fear made way for desire. The man had succeeded.

"I SHALL GIVE YOU KNOWLEDGE."

The eyes closed. Time passed. When they opened, a sense of knowledge and power could be seen in their depths. A fire blazed in the stare.

"I WILL GIVE YOU ETERNAL LIFE," the voice proclaimed. The edges of the mouth quirked up in a cruel smile. Yes, he had succeeded. Even in death he was unharmed.

"YET, SOME THINGS MUST BE UNDONE," the voice admonished. The body shrank back in on itself.

"YOU ARE NOT WHOLE!" The body shuddered in what might have been shame or fear. "HOW DARE YOU RIP YOURSELF TO PIECES."

"BUT MISTAKES CAN BE UNDONE."

Separated by time and distance from the body, the Pattern shook.

A cup shattered. A locket burst into flame. A Diadem melted. A battered diary vibrated. A snake died. A ring melted. A young man collapsed, his blood-curdling cry filling the air.

Shockwaves travelled up and down the Pattern.

Glowing embers materialised, seven in all. They surrounded the body. The shards, attracted to one another, moved closer together. A vicious tear on each piece began to heal upon touching another. The light grew brighter, before a veil of darkness encompassed them all. Time progressed, the darkness grew more absolute, until there was only a single dark void. Complete, the mass moved towards the body. The last, most vicious tear, was all that remained. Then it was gone.

The body jerked violently again.

Only when the spasms died down did the voice speak again. "YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO," the voice commanded.

It was still. The nothingness complete. The body began to breath. "GO," the strange voice commanded.

Everything changed. The endless world of nothingness vanished. The body flew through the air, before it landed in a forest, naked. Groaning the body stood. The movements were awkward at first – as if unsure of what to expect. The hands moved upwards, palms turned to his face. Each finger opened and closed. His arms extended and retracted. A smile, a natural smile, spread across the face. The man's face was use to smiling. He had been a good man.

The dark eyes glistened with euphoria. In an instant a dark form filled his hands. Darker than the night around him. Yet, the form was clear, a sword. Black flames rippled along the edges. The smile grew, a set of white teeth shone from behind his lips.

Walking, he shielded himself against the cold air. The occasional moonlight bathed his skin. The body was young and athletic. Each stride came with more confidence, each movement more controlled. The sword still in his hand, carved deep lines into trees and stones alike as he strode relentlessly.

Coming to an abrupt halt, the man stared out over a lake, on the far bank stood Hogwarts. Brightly lit windows and tall towers declared it as much. The conjured blade vanished.

"I will tear down every stone and kill every student." The man began to laugh.

"Creatures this world has never seen, will ravage the land. And you my dearest Hogwarts shall be last," the laugh grew louder.

"And Harry, my Harry. You shall be first, but I'll let you live to watch me take all that is precious to you."

Then the laughter died away. The air changed and a small tendril of light, shining through a rectangular hole in the air that had formed, bathed the ground where he stood.

Just before he moved he spoke again. "I will win, as I have done so many times already." With a casual stride he passed through the gateway. When it closed all that remained was a quiet deserted patch of earth.

The calm was shattered when the school shook, and cries echoed out across the lake.


A/N Ok, hope you are intrigued. Please take the time to leave a review.

Thanks for reading. I hope to start posting in the rest as soon as possible, though the first chapter should be up next week.