Disclaimer: This is merely a fanfiction that I made up. J.K.Rowling and Robert Jordan own the characters and some of the plot. I own nothing but a tiny slice of plot.

Harry laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling as he counted down the seconds to his seventeenth birthday.

"Five…four…three…two…one! Happy Birthday!" whispered Harry sarcastically.

Suddenly a blinding pain gripped him, burning ever part of his body, making the Cruciatus curse feel like a pin prick. His bones felt as thought they were liquid fire, his muscles were like solid ice. The pain gripped him so hard and fast, there was no time to scream.

After several minutes of agony, the pain subsided.

"What the hell was that?" yelped Harry. He quickly got out of his bed trying to make his way to the bathroom when he caught his reflection in a small mirror that hung on his wardrobe.

Staring at his reflection, he almost passed out from the shock of his new look. There, standing where he was, was a completely different person. Instead of his sloppy, raven black hair, he now had shoulder length hair that was a mixture of red and light brown, with light streaks of emerald green throughout. His eyes were no longer the same either, they were the lightest silver, with a slight luminescence to them. His scar was gone, and his whole face structure was more pointed, more graceful.

When he looked at his body, he was surprised. He had grown several inches, coming to about six foot. His muscles had filled out, now looking like a normal seventeen year old, instead a malnourished as a child.

As he was looking at his new body, a slight pop alerted him of someone apparating into the room. Quickly, he whipped around, and without conscious thought raised his hand level with the ground.

"Harry?" the recognizable voice of Albus Dumbledore came from the other side of the room, hidden by shadows. "Is that you? Why are you in the dark?" Harry jumped when he realized that he hadn't turned on a light after the changes, his new eyes giving the dark room the look of midday.

"Yeah, it's me professor," replied Harry. Wow, Harry thought as he heard his voice for the first time, his new voice was musical, giving off the impression of water trickling onto crystal.

"Lumos," incanted the professor, bringing light forth from the tip of his wand. "Oh my. So I was right, your seventeenth birthday would be the time of your emergence."

"Emergence?" asked Harry, confused.

"Yes Harry. Emergence. You see, your mother was not exactly human. She was decendent from an ancient race called the High Elves, the original race that extended magic to humans. With your emergence, you have become the last of your race," said the professor. "Uh, Harry. Why don't you try to put out the fire?"

"What fire?" asked Harry. When Dumbledore pointed to his hand, Harry looked up and in the palm of his outstreched hand sat a ball of pure flames. Around the flames, a weird stream coiled in a pattern, keeping the flames burning without harming him.

In awe of the sight before him, Harry slowly clenched his fist, squeezing the fire ball, until it flashed once and burnt away.

"I may have to take you away from your Aunt's and Uncle's so that we can try and train you in your new abilities. Otherwise, you may accidently do something that would endanger your family," said Dumbledore, after watching the scene in front of him.

"I was going to leave this morning anyway. I am seventeen now and of age. I can leave now that the protection has been lifted," replied Harry.

"But still Harry, I think that it would be best for you to come with me for a while, just until-," but he was cut off as a slice of silver appeared and seemed to rotate until it became a doorway, looking into a room made of stone. Suddenly, people in weird clothing with veils covering their faces jumped through, spears in hand, searching the room for threats. Soon, Harry and Dumbledore were surrounded by these people, spears held against them to stop them from moving.

"That will be enough. They are no threat," came a voice from a man who had stepped through the doorway after the others. He was dressed in dark pants, with a gilded shirt that had a high color and was embroidered with oriental dragons on the sleeves. At his side was a lady that wore tight breeches and a tight silk shirt, lightly palming one of her sleeves. A weird light seemed to surround the man, something that seemed similar to that power behind the fireball.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my room?" demanded Harry.

"My name is Rand al'Thor, I am the Dragon Reborn," the man said in a voice that suggested that Harry was going to bow down to him, not that the man wanted him to, just that he as used to a certan reaction. Harry knew how he felt.

"Who? How can a dragon be reborn?" asked Harry.

"Don't tell me you don't know of him!" blurted out the woman. "He only beat the Dark One at Tarmon Gai'don!"

"Min, they don't know of the Dark One here, or anything to do with me or the prophecies," interjected Rand.

"Your life sounds kind of like mine. Destined to kill someone who you have almost no power compared to before you're even born."

"Yep, that's about right. Who do you have to kill?" asked Rand.

"An evil wizard name Voldemort. He goes around killing people based on their ancestry. It's rather stupid," said Harry.

"What's a wizard? Is it anything like an Aes Sedai?" asked Min.

"I don't know, maybe," responded Harry. "Why are you here, anyway?"

"I sensed a weird usuage of the Source, saidin, but different than normal, like when it was cleansed. So I came to investigate," explaineed Rand.

"Saidin?" asked Harry. "I somehow made a fireball, if that's what you mean, but I don't know how I did it. Is that what you are talking about?"

"I think it may be. But you might have to go with us so that we can see whether or not you can channel. If you can, I think that I may teach you myself," replied Rand.

"Where would we be going?" asked Harry.

"I have a house in Edmond's Field, if that tells you anything, but it probably doesn't," said Rand with a laugh.

"Nope," replied Harry.

"Rand, can we hurry up, I want to go see Elayne before the twins are born," whispered Min.

"Oh Light! I had forgot!" yelped Rand.

"You forgot about your own twins being born?" asked Min, mock anger in her voice.

"Wait, I thought you two were..." said Harry, confused.

"Oh we are, its weird, I kind of have three wives. Don't ask me how it happened, but they all know, and they did it willingly," explained Rand.

"Let's go!" said Min, pulling on Rand's arm as she headed to the doorway.

"Will you come?" asked Rand. "I promise that you will come back here before too long passes."

"Yes, that sounds okay. Professor, I guess I might see you at the beginning of school," said Harry, as he began to walk towards the doorway.

"Harry, be careful. Oh, and have fun, don't worry about Voldemort, or anyone else, they'll be safe," replied Dumbledore.

"Thank you," and with that, Harry was through the doorway and into the room made of stone. Harry watched as the last of the veiled people jumped through and it rotated closed, separating him from his world.

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