A/N: Welcome back! Time for Harry to learn a new element, as well as a bit of knowledge from the past.

Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter, Spyro the Dragon, or any other works referenced in this story. I only own my original ideas.

Chapter 10: Awakening Lightning

The next few days for Harry fell into a soon familiar routine: Training to properly master Fire in the mornings, followed by studies, and meditation in the afternoons. A few times, they took field trips to visit other area of the Realms, travelling to place strong in the Element of Fire such as the Kaskia Isles and the Boyzitbig Volcanic field. This also gave him the opportunity to meeting some of the other peoples of the Realms, like the Cheetahs and the Moles. After a week, the routine changed slightly. This time, it was Ampeer who led him to the training room.

"Infernus is quite pleased with your progress," said Ampeer, "He feels you are ready to begin you training in my Element: Electricity".

"Whenever you're ready, Master Ampeer," said Harry, closing his eyes, and readying for Ampeer's instructions.

"Then let us begin," said Ampeer, "A flash of lightning is born of the skies and its tempers, young dragon. You must learn to properly command your emotions if you wish to master the free spirit of Lightning".

Harry took several calming breaths, knowing he tended to be… impulsive at times. That was something he'd have to work on.

"Surrender… to its erratic nature," said Ampeer, "allow its energy to charge through your body and anticipate its movements, and then unleash it… willingly".

In Harry's mind's eye, he once again saw that violet crystal, its shape looking more angular, like someone had been working and shaping it. As well, Harry saw a stream of flames spinning around it. Then he felt it. That pulse of power that came with each beat of his heart, conducting down every nerve in his body. He could feel the charge building up, arcing through him and transmitting up his horns like a Jacob's Ladder. He knew it, He commanded it. His eye's snapped open, and Harry could see the lightning arcing around him, and unleashed it. The lightning spread out, followed by a resounding crash of thunder.

"Good work, Harry!" said Ampeer, "let's move on concentrating the power you know into a more focused state".

Harry followed Ampeer's directions as he guided him through different ways of directing the power of lightning. In the aftermath, the air with heavy with the scent of ozone, and Harry was already considering other ways he could use the power of Lightning to his advantage.

Once his training for the day was done, Harry found his way back to the archives, and was soon immersed in his studies of the past. One particularly ancient tome caught his eye. It was titled 'Accounts of War of the Dark Master' by Gneiss of Kaskia(1). As he read through it, he learned more of Spyro, the 2nd Purple Dragon from one who fought alongside him.

As Harry read through the tale, he was struck by some of the parallels between himself and Spyro. Both came into their power without understanding what they truly were, both the guardians of this ancient time and the current era had similar names, both of them had a 'saving people thing', the list went on.

The book spoke of how despite his youth, Spyro rose to the challenge and took on, and defeated, the Dark Master while he wasn't much older than Harry. According to the book, this wasn't the end.

We had hoped that the fall of their lord would cause the Dark Master's army to disband, but it would be for naught. Malefor's defeat led to him becoming a martyr. Those who followed him, both overtly and in secret, found new strength in seeking to avenge their fallen lord. The war raged on for years, and our allies began to grow weary of the constant conflict, claiming Spyro, if not dragonkind in general, was responsible for prolonging the war. It looked like our world was going to be torn apart once more, but Spyro had a secret. Over the years the war had raged, Spyro had been training, searching what it truly meant to be a Purple Dragon.

He confided in me some of what he learned, something that both amazed and worried him: more than simply being able to master any Element, the Purple Dragon is a perfect hybrid of all varieties of dragons, not just in the world we reside, but across all realities. All they had to do was learn of a particular ability wielded by some type of dragon, and practice how to utilize it. (2) However, as amazing as this ability was, he also worried that he could lose himself in his power, becoming the same sort of tyrant that Malefor was… if not worse.

While I felt his fears were largely unfounded, I was there for my friend. I accompanied him on some of his journeys… Oh, the places we've seen! Spyro studied arcane lore, learned abilities from dragons across the multiverse. We even ended up in Sigil, the fabled City of Doors, at one point. While there, he set up a bank account under the name 'Draconis' to aid any purple dragons in the future, placing a portion of his hoard there for safekeeping.

Given how quickly the world was falling apart, Spyro used one of the abilities he'd learned, speaking words in the Ancient Tongue, routing his foes with the power of his voice alone. With his newfound power, Spyro was able to finally bring this conflict to an end. Some cheered him for his might and wisdom. Other decried him as a going down a dark path. Other looked at him in fear, coming to realize they had no chance of defeating him.

With the long war finally over, those survivors of our generation, we who inherited this fight from our ancestors, could finally settle down. I was able to return home to the Kaskia Isles and begin rebuilding, and take on the role of leader left to me by my father. Spyro on the other hand kept travelling, his mate Cynder at his side. They knew their journey wasn't over, and they still had more to learn. It was years before I saw them again. Spyro and Cynder and returned home, to their world of origin, to settle down for a time for a very special reason: Cynder was soon to lay their first clutch.

They chose the make their lair in the Valley of Avalar, and settled in for some time to raise their Hatchlings… to give them something they truly deserved.

It seems that the prophecy did hold true in the end: the Purple Dragon did bring about change to the world and, while it took some time for the truth to be revealed, in the end it was a change for the better.

Harry blinked his eyes, and looked out the window: it was already late into the evening. It seems he'd been reading for longer than he'd planned. Harry reshelved the book, and headed off to have dinner.

A/N: And there we go! Next time, Dumbledore and McGonagall conduct some job interviews. See you then!

A/N 2: Before I leave off with a couple of footnotes. I have to speak to all of my guest reviewers. While I appreciate your support of this story, your continual spanning of the same 2 or 3 extremely long messages on every chapter is unhelpful. I understood what you were saying the first time. Please know that I'm asking to tone it down a bit, and not constantly repeat the same few things. Also know that anything you suggest may not have an immediate effect on the story, as I'm actually writing a few chapters ahead of where I'm posting, just so I have a buffer in case I don't have time to write for a bit. Thank you for taking the time to read my story, as well as taking the time to read this note.

Footnotes:

(1) This is a reference back to a story I've written in the past, namely The Legend of the Three. I believe that makes this story and AU of an AU.

(2) This concept was inspired by the story The Saga of Spyro: The Quest for Harmony, by TyrakaReborn. While one of the fandoms involved in that story is one I have little interest in, I'd still recommend it.