White light
Harry Seemed to be standing on a cloud, All around him was blue, no ground could be seen. He seemed to have no weight, His wand still in his hand. He could feel it texture, the familiar warmth it had brought to him. For some reason he had to look at it. It was the same holly and phoenix feather wand it had always been, yet something was new. He rolled it between his fingers, examining it more closely than he ever had before. It had always been a part of him, from the moment it was placed in hand, by Mr. Olivander. As he looked at it, a bright golden light enveloped it. The wand was transforming in his hand. It was no longer warm, but cool the color was changing as if a coating was slowly covering it. It was shinning on it own now. It had transformed to the purest gold, a handle that seemed to be a perfectly cut diamond.
What appeared to be a man, in the purest white robe Harry,had ever seen was moving towards him. He was tall at least 7 feet. His hair was long, as was his beard, and all his hair was whiter than snow.
Around the mans neck was a chain of purest gold, a symbol on the chain, a round stone with a lamb and lion, emblazoned upon it.
When he spoke, it was like thunder, and yet soft and sweet to the ears.
"Harry, my boy, I have waited a long time for you to meet me" Harry looked upon him with the questioning eyes of a child, as once before he had asked some one very Large, on his fateful eleventh birthday. "Who are you?'
He Looked Upon Harry With a smile, "I have been called many things...my boy. You can call me the keeper of all magic. Most call me Gideon.
Harry's next question was a bit more. "Why am I here?"
Gideon smiled, "For Thousands of years I have awaited you. Harry my boy, You are my replacement. I am very old and very tired...Ahhh...I see it in your eyes. Here is not you place yet. I grew very tired over the last years, you my boy have proven yourself over my greatest error. I had thought Tom would be the one. He was given much power as was your mentor Albus. Alas both failed me. You my boy, Have proved yourself beyond all my hopes. You have power yet do not use it. You have known hate yet always overcame it, And no one I have known has Love as you do.
Look upon your wand. The Elder wand was given to you by death...it was always to be yours...this my boy is the wand of life, Only you can wield it...it will answer only to you. Only one other will see it for what it is. That you must choose.
Harry looked in to the bluest eyes he had ever seen. They seemed to look deep into his soul...He looked At Harry. "The choice is made...Goodbye my friend."
\ Harry Awoke on his bed at Potter Manor...His entire family surrounding him.