RATING: PG it could go up later, but for now, there's nothing too terrible future chapters.

DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter and friends don't belongs to me, because if they did, I wouldn't be posting this right now. However, Alexandrea is mine and so is almost everything else that you don't recognize.

SUMMARY: After a mysterious light takes Harry Potter away from Privet Drive and he doesn't seem to be returning, he is presumed dead. Then exactly a year after his disappearance the Dragon Prince appears.

Chapter 3: Becoming the Dragon Prince

"The Phoenix Queen is the ruler of all magical beings, sworn to protect the light, and fathomlessly powerful; and you, Harry Potter, are my heir."

"I beg your pardon?!" Harry demanded, looking at the woman dead on, with slightly bulging eyes.

Alexandrea gave a cross between a smirk and a small smile; "You are my heir, Harry Potter."

"But how?" he questioned as he state down, collapsing to the floor.

"Well, for starters, you were born under the proper moon, in the proper year: the moon of the Phoenix, in the year of the Trinity of Light. Also, you have the perfect lineage, Heir of Gryffindor (therefore Ravenclaw), and because of your Lord Voldemort, Slytherin as well. And, as my Time as the Phoenix is nearly ending, I must proclaim, and train, my Heir," the queen stated as she sat in a chair she had made by waving her hand a bit.

Barely reacting to the chair business in favor of what Alexandrea was saying, Harry asked: "What is the Trinity of Light, and what do you mean, 'my time as the phoenix is ending'?"

"The Trinity of Light: The Phoenix, the head of the Trinity and the ruler; The Dragon, or the Heir; the Griffin, the spouse of the Phoenix, who consequently has been drawn into the entire process. I am the Phoenix of the Trinity, you are the Dragon, and my Bonded is the Griffin. The Phoenix rules for one millennium, and my term is almost over, when this happens, I will die," She said surprisingly calm about the whole thing.

"You are over a millennium old?!" Harry exclaimed, before he could stop himself; the sheepishly added, "Sorry, when does your rule end?"

Grinning at Harry's shock, she said: "No need to be sorry, at around the age of 21 you will stop aging and my Time ends in 50 human years."

"Human years?" He asked nervously.

Alexandrea smiled, "Yes, Human years. Time runs differently in this realm, quicker. You will be gone from your world much longer than it will be gone from you."

"How much longer?" again, nervously.

"Roughly 99 years longer," again, with a smile.

At his panicked look, she consoled, "You will stop aging at 21, and you will be so busy once we start training that you will have no time to think of them, and if you do, there is a screening room in the palace where you may watch them, or anyone, in any realm for that matter."

"Right," Harry said in a lackluster voice.

"I know it will be hard for you, gehail; I too went through this. But you must focus on your studies, the Fate of Light depends on it," The woman said affectionately.

"Yeah, I'll be fine...but, I'll be alive for a couple of hundred years more than those that I love...isn't that sad?" Harry asked new of this starting to sink in.

"Not as sad as you might think, first of all, you will have your Griffin, then there is a realm that you might like to visit very much, it is called Avalon, and I will say no more. You will either have to look it up in the Edelwon or wait." At his confused and disappointed look, she smiled and said " 'Edelwon' means 'Great Library' and I will show it to you after you are given proper clothes." (a/n edelwon is pronounced like Adele Varens' [from Jane Eyre] first name and then won with a soft "o" like in off with the accent on the middle syllable; sorry for the interruption)

Harry stood up eagerly "Well what about new gla-" for the first time he noticed he wasn't wearing glasses.

"Oh! We didn't take about your Coming of Age!"

"What?" Harry asked as he sat back down, however, this time, instead of landing on the floor, a chair caught him. And if her casual sweep of the hand was anything to go by, Alexandrea was the one who put it there.

"Your inheritance, your coming into your true self; it has begun," she said entirely too relaxed for what she was saying.

"And what exactly does this have to do with my lack of glasses?" Harry asked, confused.

"The bonds on your magic were broken on the exact moment of your sixteenth birthday, a side effect of your power was the accidental healing of your vision, which was not only corrected, but enhanced. Also, due to the fact that your body had to adjust to the power, you have grown about a foot and toned up a bit. However, this new found strength won't help you too much if you do not built up the stamina to be able to use it and your magical strength and growth is no substitute for that which is properly gained through work and sweat and pain.

"In order to become my Heir, and later the Phoenix, you must have vast amounts of knowledge, be polite and poised, be quick and strong, be graceful and agile. And to obtain these qualities you will have to work yourself and push yourself harder than you ever have in your life. Gradually you will gain more power, as you prove you can control it. Lessons will begin tomorrow."

"Swell"

"Now, lets go to the tailor's, we'll eat and I'll show you the Edelwon." She commanded as she stood up.

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"Lessons" must be Elvish for "Hell" Harry thought as Alexandrea (or as she had told him to call her: Andréa or Réa [pronounced "Ray-a"]) lapped him for the third time on their "evening jog" which, Harry decided, meant "form of torture."

The day started out soaking wet. He shot out of bed to see Andréa leaning against the post of his bed smirking and holding a still dripping bucket.

"That was vicious" Harry croaked, burly-eyed and groggy.

"Yes well, I tried everything else. And since you have overslept fifteen minutes, you only have five to be dressed and at the training ground. If you are late you will do five extra laps around the k'makilé. Go!" She said in a bold commanding voice.

Not wanting to know what this 'k'makilé' was (he eventually did though; it was a brutal five mile track), Harry sprinted to get dressed, making a mess of his dresser in the process, and made it outside his room (where Alexandrea was waiting) in record time.

They were late to the training ground, so he had to run fifty miles and exercise before he could go to breakfast, which was cut short because of all the time it took to do the running.

The day went downhill from there.

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A hundred years elven years had passed, and Harry Potter was now fluent in 52 languages, not counting Parseltounge or his own. He could read languages and runes that could not be spoken. He was a master of wandless magic and could control Earth, Wind, Fire, Water and Soul at the flick of his wrist. He was an expert in Phoenix, Dragon, Griffin, Basilisk, Unicorn, Heart, Beast and Healing Magicks. He was a fantastic dueler and could maneuver almost any weapon known to man, and some that weren't, with lethal grace. He could change into any animal (magic or non), could use any demi-form (for example the wings of a dragon or the eyes of an owl), and could shift into any person on a whim. He could apparate or Realm Hop at the blink of an eye, He could make potions that even Snape would look twice at before making and he was so fathomlessly powerful that he could crumble the earth when in the proper mindset, which was why he was also very good at anger management. There was more that he could do, of course, but that would be bragging.

It was about a week before Harry was scheduled to leave the Elven Realms; all he really had to do was get coroneted the Dragon Prince, which would be taking place the night before he left.

Harry's last day off (he had gotten one every new moon since he began his lessons) was spent in the Edelwon reading a book on Scanning (or the reading of auras), a technique he had mastered ages ago.

"In the library on your last day of freedom, gehail? I'm shocked!" Andréa teased showing up apparently out of nowhere.

"Oh, hey, Rrhane" he said calmly, addressing her by the Elvish term for "your majesty" as he slowly looked up at her. [Rrhane is pronounced 'rain' with a flipped r]

"So, what are you doing here, reading a book about something you know like the back of your hand, no less? Why don't you play your violin or go into the main town with some of your friends?" She asked sitting down across for him at the table he was stationed at.

"I don't know, I guess I'm just going to miss this place, the torture chamber that it is," he said flippantly.

"Oh, don't worry, gehail, you'll be able to visit us here. Actually I'll demand that you come back, after all we can't have you slacking off in your human world!" She said with an understanding smile.

"Of course, and I will practice what I've learned here, just so you know," he said sadly, The Elven Palace had become a home to him, and Alexandréa had become like a mother and he would miss them both. "So what are you doing in the Edelwon, and not in town with Gareth?"

"I told my Griffin to go without me, and I was looking for you to ask you if you were interested in going to Avalon?"

tbc

A/N: I apologize for the use of Avalon in my story, because it is so viciously overdone, however, I do plan on using it as paradise, and a little hit as to what it is: there are no mirrors on Avalon (at least there weren't in the movie Merlin).

And a trailor for the next chapter the title is "Paradise and a Funeral" and will explore a world with Voldemort.