Disclaimer: I do not own nothing, meaning I own everything. :Takes one look at the pack of dangerous lawyers advancing on him: Or, it may actually mean that Harry Potter belongs to Rowling and Wheel of Time to Jordan. I still own the plot though. :Growls dangerously at the lawyers daring them to try and say otherwise:

IMPORTANT A/N: Hello there! Another chapter done, I know they are short but I am trying. Anyway, I just noticed that I have made a mistake. I never told what part was for whom, like the second part of the Prologue was the Dark One from WOT. The first and the third part of chapter one was also the Dark One. The next time I am going to take care. Now without further ado, I present,

Aevum D'Extraho

Chapter 2: A visit, a duel and Memories

Potter sighed as he looked at the grave of Albus Dumbledore, the greatest headmaster that Hogwarts ever knew, the greatest wizard of the modern times and the only man that Riddle ever feared during his first rise. He had come to love the old man like a grandfather he had never had. The man had been his mentor and during his last years, Potter's only friend. Sure the man had been a manipulative bastard but he did what he thought best for everyone and no one is fault-less. The old man's death had been nothing tragic. He had not bravely fallen in a battle, nor had he been caught in any ambush. His death had been peaceful, just as he had earned it with all his good deeds, one night he had fallen asleep and then never woke. He had looked so serene, a small smile forever etched on his face.

"I wish you were here old man. I miss you, your twinkling eyes, and your soothing nature, even your manipulation. But you did your share and now it is my turn. I hope I do half as well as you…


The dead lay everywhere. The whole battlefield was strewn with them. As he calmly strode through them, avoiding stepping on them, he finally spotted who he was looking for – Voldemort.

"Hello Tom." He called out his greeting, sounding as calm as he looked.

"Hello Potter. How are you faring?" Riddle greeted back.

"Well enough, well enough. What about you, Tom?" He enquired in kind trying to buy more time to see how much support Riddle had and to try once again to break into Riddle's mind.

"Better than ever, better than ever. Tell me Potter, have you had any weird dreams lately?" Riddle asked.

Potter froze with surprise, but only for a moment, recovering quickly while thoughts like, 'What does Riddle know? How much? How?' ran through his head. "None more unusual than they usually are, Tom, None." He lied smoothly.

"You have improved Potter but you still cant lie to me." Chided Riddle.

"Can't I?" Potter responded nonchalantly.

"I tire of your stalling tactics Potter, let us begin what we have gathered here to do."

"Yes Tom, time to duel." Potter said, drawing his wand. Riddle just stood there, making no move to draw his wand even as Potter assumed a dueling stance.

"A little overconfident, aren't you Tom? Not even drawing a wand." Potter said noticing Riddle's unarmed and strangely relaxed stance, considering that Potter had his wand out and pointing at him.

"Not anymore than I have the right to be Potter." He replied calmly.

"Ready then, Tom?" He called out to Riddle.

"Oh yes." And suddenly all went to hell…


Who was he? So many memories, so many lives. Who was Lews Therin? A past life? Or a creation of his imagination? And Rand al'Thor, Gearin Dargdore, and Raon Serin, who were they? So many names, so many memories, and still the memories came. More than he could handle, faster than he could sort through them, and they kept on coming, limitless, from the first age, from the first turning of the wheel and from before. He cried and screamed and pounded his head and yet they came, memories, yet more of them, uncountable, uncontrollable…


When Harry Potter finally came to his senses, the first thing he remembered was the dream, or rather dreams that he only half remembered. At least he thought they were dreams. He had been many people in them, in places he had never been. In places he could not have imagined in his greatest fantasies. He remembered some of the names, Raon and Lews and Rand and Gearin, but the more he thought about it, the more they slipped out of his grasp. He finally dismissed them as being plain fantasies even though something in him felt that there was something more, something he had forgotten…

When he finally gave up trying to figure what it was that he seemed to have forgotten, he turned his attention to other things and noticed that he felt pain and came to the oh so bright conclusion that he was still alive. He then proceeded to recall the duel, if it could be called that, which had taken place between him and Riddle.

Flashback

He drew his wand and took a dueling stance, and suddenly noticed Riddle not having even made a move to draw his own wand, so it was only natural that he grew worried. Riddle was not fool enough to be that overconfident as to believe that he could defeat him without a wand. He tried to get a clue to what game Riddle was playing by conversationally asking, "A little overconfident, aren't you Tom? Not even drawing a wand." And riddle's response to his statement made him even more worried. Not wanting Riddle to see that he was worried, he put on a calm face and called out, "Ready, Tom?"

"Oh yes." Riddle replied.

Potter began immediately by casting a spell. Or at least he tried to, for as soon as he opened his mouth, it was filled with air that seemed to have turned solid and thus was unable to utter a sound. He next discovered that he was also unable to move, having been caught in what felt a very solid sort of air. Riddle smiled and flicked a finger, causing Potter's wand to be wrenched from the aforementioned owner's hand and fly to him. He caught it deftly and began to analyze it. After having taken his sweet time to look the wand over he took one look at Potter and then still smiling insanely snapped his wand. After that he drew a small crystal shard shaped like a sword from his robes and held it clenched in his hand. What Potter saw next, he found very hard to believe and found that the event seemed to be somehow, in a way he could not fathom, familiar. Riddle had started to glow with an unholy dark aura. That was the last thing he saw, Riddle looking more than ever like a humanoid demon, before an excruciating pain rocked him and he lost his senses to the void of oblivion…


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Now the last question really confuses me. I thought it was all very clear. Harry Potter is the Dragon Reborn. The Dark One is about to be freed and the forsaken are present. I know it is not moving fast enough but we will soon get to the main plot. Thank you and keep reviewing.

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