Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or The Wheel of Time.

A/N: Well, another story. I will continue the other one as well, but I couldn't get rid of this one... This will take place entirely in the HP universe( / or in that age, if you prefer), so you won't meet with characters from WoT.

Chapter 1: First Contact

Harry desperately reached out for the void again. We are surrounded! How could I be such a fool? Those thoughts didn't help him either. He could reach the void only once – right before his last Occlumency lesson with Snape. He knew he could think more clearly if he could dispose of his feeling, but the void refused to form. Every time he reached out, it collapsed before it could solidify. His bones ached from the failed attempts. His scar ached from the Dark Lord's emotions. His heart ached for his friends; he managed to get them into trouble again.

"Give me the Prophecy, Potter," Lucius said. "Give it to me, and your friends can go unharmed."

He looked his friends in the eye, one by one, conveying his intent. As one, they cast spells – some hit the enemy, some the shelves, some were cast as distraction. While the Death Eaters were busy swearing or getting up from the floor they managed to run to the door. It came with almost no surprise that it was yet another unknown room – it seemed the doors led to different rooms every time someone opened them.

"We need to separate," Hermione said.

Harry just nodded; he saw the logic in that. Looking around, he could tell that the others came up with the same plan. Take them out one by one. He opened a door, and gestured Ron to go through. Next were Ginny, and then Neville. Luna and Hermione found another door, they were already gone. With a sigh, he opened the door again, and stepped through. It was another room he didn't see – but then again, he hadn't been here before. It seemed this place was huge, with all the rooms around. If he was not mistaken, every room was a research station, dealing with one aspect of magic. He could easily identify the room for Time, and had a good guess which one was dedicated to Death. This room however – just like others – remained a mystery to him. It was not small, but contained the bare minimum of furniture. Judging by the dust, it was rarely used. The room contained a desk, a few chairs and a bookshelf – the newest book seemed hundreds years old. The most unusual thing in this study was a pool. It was in the middle of the room, and took up more than half of the space. What it contained, he couldn't tell; it was as clear as air – he could see the uneven, rocky bottom clearly – yet it was clearly a liquid.

Turning his attention back to the shelf, he had a sudden idea. He picked a random book that wouldn't fall apart from his touch, and put the glowing sphere behind it. He could come back later – or simply ask Dumbledore – but he couldn't let Voldemort have it. When he was satisfied with the arrangement, he walked back to the door, and opened it. With one last glance back, he left to search for his friends. He never noticed the swirl that appeared on the surface of the unnaturally calm substance.

-oOoOo-

It took him five more minutes, but he managed to catch up with the others. He was standing once more at the entrance to the Veil room, trying to understand, what he saw. His friends were fighting, and faring well. Next to them were members of the Order, duelling with the rest. He just spotted Sirius in front of the Veil, when his mind paused. The only thing he could think was Bloody hell. Bellatrix had just sent a curse that was sure to kill him, and he didn't even see it! Damn him, why does he have to play with her? He didn't even notice when he slipped into the void. He didn't even notice when a light flared up inside of it. He could not; his entire being wished only one thing: this must not happen. He couldn't lose him.

"This has to stop." The words were uttered so softly, no one should've heard. But they did, all of them did, and to their surprise, they froze where they were. Spells that threatened to hit anyone disappeared, as if they were never cast. The Death Eaters watched him with fear-filled eyes; if he could do this, what else will he do? As if answering their unasked questions, red bolts of light shot from his palm to every enemy, stunning them instantly. The Order's was surprised that one bolt flew toward an empty wall, only to hit an invisible target. The sound of a body hitting the floor could be heard.

Harry knew he was happy. He didn't feel it – the void did not let it affect him – but he was happy nonetheless. Seeing Sirius alive was a huge relief. But he wasn't finished. With a glance, he released everyone, then turned and started to walk down on a spiral stairway. He was surrounded with darkness so deep, so wide, he barely registered how small he really was. He was sure if he slipped, he wouldn't reach the bottom. There was no bottom. At the end of the stairs stood another door; this one led to the top of a mountain. He looked around, finally registering the fact that he could see for miles without aid. There, he thought. He heard about giants, of course, but he never saw one until now. They were ugly, resembling a garden gnome more than a human. There were six of them, with a group of men in front, leading the way. The light flared, his fists clenched. The ground exploded; fire rained from the skies; lightning struck. They were all dead within the minute. With a nod to himself, Harry turned and started to climb in the darkness.

-oOoOo-

Harry returned to the Atrium silently. He shouldn't have bothered, no one paid any attention. Every eye was focused on the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort. He looked back sharply when he noticed the Minister. His desire to end this has lessened somewhat, as well as the light, but he was sure he could do a little more before it run out. He hid deeper in the void, drew everything he had in, and attacked. Voldemort screamed a moment later, when his entire left arm erupted in a blazing fire. The fire left nothing behind – not even ashes. Voldemort just stared at his stump, as if he didn't fully comprehend what just happened.

Harry was exhausted by this point. That last attack used up everything he had – the light flared one last time before it burned out. Fortunately the void remained.

"Payback, Tom. It is high time I gave you a scar, don't you think?" Voldemort spun around, and glared at him.

"Stabbing in the back? I'm disappointed in you, Harry. What would your father say to you?" he managed to ask through clenched teeth.

"I'm just playing by your rules, Tom. Weren't you the one to complain about the Gryffindors' stupid nobility? I applaud you; you managed to teach me something."

"We are not done! You will…"

"Pay for this, I will die a horrible death. I know. You are so predictable…" he couldn't finish, Voldemort apparated out. With one last sigh, Harry dropped to the floor unconscious.