It was 15-years-ago that Voldemort killed my parents, thought a grieving young man. It was a month and a ½ ago that he killed my Godfather. Now Sirius' daughter moved in next door, and I've been sufficiently cut off from the Wizarding World. My Life Sucks.

The street of Privet Drive was quiet and serene. A young boy of 16 floated in and out of consciousness. Grief flooded 16- year- old, bespectacled, jet black haired Harry Potter.

Finally, unwillingly, Harry drifted into a deep sleep.

Training

Harry was suddenly in a very bright, pure white room. Before him was a bowl of misty substance. It over flowed and surrounded Harry completely. Harry gripped the wand in his back pocket. He searched the room carefully for attackers, not satisfied until he had searched it twice. He was just about to look around some more when suddenly before him appeared 10 people.

"Hello Harry. I'm Merlin," said a man, with a long white beard, similar to Dumbledore's. Harry snorted.

"Yeah right, and I'm Slytherin's heir. Who are you, and what do you want?" A man with black hair glared involuntarily at Harry. Suddenly Harry's wand flew out of his hand, and he was wrapped in a Total Body Bind. Harry glared at "Merlin".

"Listen carefully Harry. I'm Merlin, and this is the Sorcerer Counsel Training School. You are currently on the Dream Plane. Here, we will be training you to defeat Tom Riddle, better known as Lord Voldemort." Harry stared dumbstruck. Merlin took off the Body Bind, and Harry asked,

"Is there possibly any proof that your Merlin. I mean, you look like him, and sound logical like him, but that could be fixed by a simple Polyjuice Potion and some well thought out and well rehearsed acting." Merlin smiled his eyes twinkling.

"A very good question Harry. The proof is simply, that you must follow your heart. What is your heart telling you to do?" Harry closed his eyes, and listened carefully to what his conscious was telling him. He chuckled as it told him to listen to it more often, and, obeying it's wishes, said,

"It said you're really Merlin. So, what am I, or you, doing here?" Merlin smiled.

"Listen carefully Harry. As I said before, we're here to help you defeat Voldemort." Harry nodded.

"I was listening, and I realize that question had already been answered, but what I'm trying to find out, and the question is really should have asked, was, well, Why you, and Why me?" Merlin smiled at the young man's intellect.

"We, Harry, are the most powerful Witches and Wizards in the world. Though we are all deceased. And you, because of your destiny. The Fates have had it this way." Harry was silent, taking in this information. Harry nodded, realizing the only other question he had was what would they be training him in. Merlin smiled.

"I will be helping you unleash your full potential, and all of your magic. Helga Hufflepuff, will be helping you with your Herbology, Godric Gryffindor will be helping you with your Transfiguration. Salazar Slytherin will be helping you with Potions, and Ravenclaw will be training you in Charms.

Alison and Tristian will be training you in Physical Defense, while Sean and Jane will develop your Dueling Skills, or Magic Defense. And last but not least, Arthur will train you in other things, like mistakes made in Past Wars and such. War History, if you must." Merlin smiled down at a smiling Harry.

"We'll start the day after tomorrow. For now, have a good night's sleep," said Merlin, and soon he was in a deep dreamless sleep.