Harry had been studying now for so long that his past was receded into his memory like a strange dream. Thousands of years had come and gone and still he remained studying and recording the events that he read about and saw. The collection of writings in his study contained copies of books he had made, observations on the realities of the ancient times he visited. Forwards and backwards, world after world, different dimensions, he lived through and catalogued. The Greeks, Romans, Celts, Gaels, Tuatha Dé Danann, Turk; the various forms of witchcraft from slight of hand to the various kinds of magic witches and wizards used to house elves and other kinds of foreign magic that other magical creatures and the gods used. On top of that he made sure that he was watching the events unfold in history for himself, whether peasant, serf or general. Nothing escaped his watchful eye. Legends grew around him in various forms; the wandering hero, the lonely scholar, the watcher of the worlds that search endlessly for some task so great that not even the gods could comprehend it. Out of all that he went through in his learning in The Wood and in the world of all of the hundreds and thousands of thousand years two things stuck almost viciously in his mind.

The first was in his study he had found a copy of the legendary Book of Physicians and found a potion that looked promising for the affects the be gotten from it. It took him 3 years of reflection and study to find and collect all of the necessary ingredients, a further 2 to mix them together correctly and then 1 year and 1 day of constant stirring and mending a fire in order to simmer it down to three drops of the most amazing potion that the world would only twice.

With a surprising amount of hesitance, Harry Potter drank the three drops of clear liquid. Everything disappeared and he faced a world of darkness and pain, horrors beyond imaging contained within an abyss that consumed all hope and love everything good was sucked into it like a planetary dementor feeding on all of the worlds. Harry felt a despair that he would fight till the day that he might die, no matter how far that might be, fighting to make sure that what he felt never happened. As he was about to throw on the towel, light appeared before him and his mind was filled with truth, all the ugliness and beauty of it. Professor Albus Dumbledore once said that the truth was a wonderful and dangerous thing, which should be treated with caution. Harry Potter, Silent Watcher of the Worlds, Protector of the Balance of Life and Death, Incitant into the Mysteries of men and the gods knew the absolute truth of all things, the knowledge of the ages and he was both awed and deathly afraid. The prophecy that had been given took new meaning and it was bigger and more horrifying than he had known at the beginning.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…

born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…

and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not…

and either my die at the hand of the other for neither can live as the other survives…

the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

Tom Riddle invoked the King of Demons into himself along side other rituals tapped his power and this is what he was facing.

The second thing that was sitting with him was less earth shattering; he was lonely.

Now after all these years it was time to find the two people to help him defend what was theirs to defend. The first was Taliesin penn Beirdd, the second Myddrin Emrys.