Harry gets a gift from Ron that turns out to be not what either of them expected as Harry is transported to a Land where Magic is unheard of, but a new power exists that is as beyond Magic as Magic is beyond Muggles, welcome to the world of the Wheel of Time.

Harry Potter and the Turning of the Wheel
By: Omacron21

Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Scholastic Books, and I have no intentions on cashing in on the major money maker that the Potterverse is set in. I only wish to explore an option that appeared to me on night driving to school.

The Wheel of Time is owned by Robert Jordan and Tor Books and as above RJ can keep the fringe benefits.

All characters are owned by the above authors.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose across the waters of an island on a great ocean. The wind was not the beginning. There are neither beginnings nor endings to the turning of the Wheel of Time, but it was a beginning.

The island was the home of what was once considered the greatest of nations in the world. A nation that once stretched across the entire known planet, and which once spanned so much land that it was considered the nation on which the sun never set, for it was always day in some part of the world where the nation held claim. The world had changed much since this nation was once at its peak, it no longer held sway to the title of the greatest power in the world, although in its own right it was still a mighty nation, a prosperous land with a stable economy, a diverse social class, and a flourishing trade network. In one small town, in the southern end of the Island Nation, a very normal town where nothing out of the ordinary happened, a town called Little Whinging, a boy with very unruly black hair was sitting in his room reading his mail. Now this by itself is not an unordinary event, for most 16 year old adolescent males with nothing else to do, no friends in their neighborhood, and certainly no special 'someone' to be talking on the phone with might be expected to be reading the mail in his room alone on a bright sunny summer day. However, most boys would not be reading mail while feeding little treats to the owls that delivered the mail to them!

But, for this boy, this was nothing out of the ordinary, at least if you were a wizard like he was! Harry Potter had been done with his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and wizardry for a few weeks now and the effects of that year were still sinking in. During the year he had made many new discoveries not just about himself, but about the Wizarding world he lived in, and the role he was to play in the fate of that world. He had learned about plots within plots for the Dark Lord Voldemort to secure the immortality he had quested for in his youth through the use of Horcruxes, devices in which a part of one's soul was stored. By storing parts of his soul, 6 in total plus 1 that resided still in his body (7 being a very powerful magical number), Voldemort had in essence made it impossible for himself to die, gaining the immortality he sought. However he was only partly correct in that assumption. Voldemort's assumption that he could never die was proven wrong on one fateful night, All Hallows Eve in 1983, when his attempt to kill a very young, a very small Harry Potter failed and ended up destroying his body instead!

To this very date no one, neither Harry Potter, Lord Voldemort, or even Harry Potter's once great Mentor and Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, had figured out the exact reason why Harry lived through the killing curse that Voldemort used on him when no one else had before, ever! Nor had they reasoned out why that curse had assumingly rebounded upon Voldemort destroying his body and freeing his soul to roam the world for 10 years. The only clue that Harry and Dumbledore had was a prophecy that had been made shortly before the Dark Lord's demise, one that Voldemort knew only parts of, but that Dumbledore had heard in its entirety. The prophecy stated

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 must die at the hand of the other either can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…

Dumbledore knew of 2 families that fit the description, the Potters and another family, the Longbottoms, both of which who had boys born at the end of July, and who had openly defied the Dark Lord 3 times, and took measures to protect these families. But, unfortunately for the Potters, Dumbledore was not the only to hear the prophecy the night it was told. A servant of the Dark Lord heard the prophecy as well, or at least part of the prophecy before Dumbledore took action to prevent anyone from hearing it, but he had heard enough to know that the Dark Lord was in danger. With this knowledge the Dark Lord began to search for children born at the end of July to opponents of his reign, and he learned of the Potters and the Longbottoms. On Halloween night, he choose to visit Godric's Hollow, home of the Potters while under the Fidelius Charm, a charm made to protect them from anyone finding them, but which the Dark Lord had been able to circumvent. He came to their home, killed Harry's father James, and then his Mother Lily, who sacrificed herself to try and protect Harry from Voldemort.

It was this act that Dumbledore, Voldemort, and even Harry himself supposed that caused Harry to be able to deflect the Avada Kedvara curse, the killing curse, back upon Voldemort, destroying him while only leaving a curse scar in the shape of a lighting bolt on his forehead. It was Lily's love that everyone assumed protected Harry, even though Merlin knows how many other mothers begged Voldemort not to kill their children and hoped they would be spared by his mercy or, gods forbid, their love for their children. But alas, only Harry had ever survived hearing those fateful words, or seeing the green light speed towards them and with it, certain death. So it must have been something else that protected Harry, something that set him apart from all other people in the world, something that no one, not even Dumbledore or Voldemort, the greatest wizards in the world could figure out, and now only Voldemort remained to puzzle out the mystery of Harry's power, for right before Harry left at the end of the school year, Dumbledore had succumbed to an attack by Death Eaters, servants of the Dark Lord, and the betrayal of one he had great faith in, his spy Severus Snape.

It was with these thoughts in mind that Harry sat at his desk, reading through his mail, trying to figure out how he was going to survive in a world without Dumbledore, in a world he was destined to save, or die trying. He knew that in order to destroy Voldemort's spirit, so that he would finally die when his body was destroyed again, Harry would have to destroy all of the Horcruxes that Voldemort had created. 2 were already destroyed, 1 by Harry in his second year of school, in the form of a diary that held a interactive memory of Voldemort in his teen years while a student at Hogwarts 50 years ago. The memory was before Voldemort started his climb to power, his true turn to the dark side, before he had really gone down the path to immortality. At this time he still went by his birth name, Tom Marvolo Riddle, but he knew of Horcruxes at this point and the diary was his first attempt to help to do the impossible. Dumbledore had also destroyed 1 of the Horcurxes, right before the start of Harry's 6th year and lost the use of his hand as a result. Now it was up to Harry to finish finding all the Horcruxes, destroy them and find some way to keep Voldemort from creating more and kill him, once and for all. A bit much for a 16 year old in any one's opinion!

So it was really should be of no surprise to anyone that Harry had spent most of his time at home from school contemplating what he was going to be doing with the rest of his life, even if he did not have much left to live anyways. When he was not contemplating his existence, Harry spent most of the time reading his spell books and studying up on various magical tomes he had trying to learn as much as he could. He knew he could never match the Dark Lord in knowledge or ability even in magic, he had over 50 years experience on Harry, had performed who knows how many rituals and spells to increase his power and abilities, and Harry still had a year left in school before he could be considered a fully trained wizard. So with that in mind he knew he could get nothing out of another year of school and had resigned himself to maximizing the time he had left, which included not going back to school for his 7th and final year. So on his 17th Birthday, when he came into his magical adulthood in the wizarding world, Harry Potter was just reading the letters and packages that his friends had sent to him.

This year he had several nice packages and letters to look through, there was the traditional ones from Ron, Hermione, Mrs. Weasley, Hagrid and his Hogwarts letter for his 7th year supplies (the letter he least look forward to opening). However there were several additional letters this year, Remus Lupin sent him one, as did Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood, and one from Fred and George Weasley. All in all not what would be considered a bad hall by anyone by any standards (except of course his fat lug of a cousin Dudley who if he did not receive at least 35 presents for his birthday would fly into a huge temper tantrum that would make even the most disconcerted of people embarrassed by!)

Harry was just finishing the 3rd of his letters, having gone through Mrs. Weasley's fudge and cakes (some of which he was currently happily munching on) and birthday card already. Hagrid had of course sent him his traditional rock-cakes, which immediately were placed on his desk as paperweights, and also a book he had found while visiting Germany early in the summer on mythical magical European beasts and where to find them, a book he would definitely share with Luna if he saw her again to try and calm her insatiable appetite about rare and obscure magical beings.

The letter he had from Hermione was reminiscent of just how much she really did care about him and the future he had to look forward to. Bill and Fleur's wedding was fast approaching and Harry had agreed to go to the Burrow at least one last time to visit with his pseudofamily and friends before going to Godric's Hollow to begin his quest to bring down Voldemort. The only reason he had not started out right after school ended was to renew the blood protection that being at the Dursley's house granted him, and only because Dumbledore wanted him to go, plus once he was 17, and was a legal adult, he could legally apparate around the country as well as perform magic, meaning he could protect himself outside of the wall of these walls on Privet Drive. It was quite ironic how his friendship with Hermione had changed over the years, and how much she was devoted to his life and his cause now, even though there never was nor was there ever going to be anything more than just friendship between them. But that was the power of friendship, being able to trust another enough to go with them wherever it leads, of your own volition. Perhaps this was another 'Power that the Dark Lord knows not', but only time would tell. He was not surprised in the least then by what Hermione's letter said.

Harry,

I hope this finds you in better spirits than when we last saw each other and I hope that you have found some way to deal with the Headmaster's death. I still can't believe that Snape turned on him, Dumbledore had such trust in him and to think that he could be wrong… it's just too hard to believe. Dumbledore has always been this immovable, irrefutable bastion of the light and with him gone I don't know what everyone else is going to do but look to you for hope. But, you have other things on your mind than worrying about how the wizarding world will look at you from now on. I know you can't wait to get out of the Dursley's and now that you are 17 that should be a little bit easier. Being able to perform legal magic now will only help you better defend yourself and keep people like the Dursley's from ever treating you badly again! I know that not all guys like to wear jewelry of any kind, but I think you'll appreciate the usefulness of this little piece I found for you in Diagon Alley. There are 2 parts to it, half of which I have, and the other half that you have now. Once you put on your half with just a touch of the hand we'll be able to tell how each other are doing. Its not anything like legimancy, but more of a magical checkup on each others conditions. I know you are worried about Ron and myself or anyone who is close to you getting hurt by being your friends and I hope that having a means to check on us will help ease your fears. Don't fret Harry and I will see you in a week at Bill and Fleur's wedding!

Hermione

Trust it to Hermione to be the conscientious one for the group, thought Harry as he opened the package that came with Hermione's gift. In the soft packaging was a small golden bracelet that had a plaque with Hermione's name on it in small gilded letters secured by chains that would wrap around his wrist keeping it secure. It was beautiful and he knew that what Hermione said was true; he was always worried that those he loved would be in danger just by being his friend, so this gift was especially important to him. Taking it out of the packaging, Harry undid the clasp and slid it around his wrist. As it clicked shut he felt a warmth spread throughout his body that left him feeling glowy all over. Just as quickly as the feeling came it left him. 'That must mean its active now' Harry half said to himself. 'Might as well see if its working,' and with that he touched the plaque and suddenly in the back of his mind he could almost feel Hermione. It was like she was there, a part of him that he could grasp whenever he needed to. He could almost feel which direction Hermione was it, but the feeling was too faint. All he knew was that she was healthy and happy, and that was enough for him. 'Why I never thought of this before I'll never know. Hermione had the Galleons charmed to let everyone know when there was a DA meeting, so why didn't we ever charm anything to let us know how each of us are doing! I wonder if multiple plaques can be put on this bracelet, so I can know how Ron and the others are doing as well? I'll have to have Hermione look into it when I see her at the wedding.'

Picking up the next gift he saw it was from Luna and wondered what new species she was looking for with her father to write about in the Quibbler this time. Opening her letter he was pleasantly surprised to find that she had decided to stay in England and only look for a reported sighting of a 3 eyed white snow bird called a Crocktoo, thought to be located only in the Himalaya mountains, so what it was doing in Great Britain was a mystery indeed. She had sent him a copy of the Quibbler along with a note saying that he now had a years subscription to the newspaper and she expected him to read it diligently, to keep up on all the real news that the Daily Prophet wasn't printing about the mysterious disappearance of all the green leaves in a park north of London (how the green can all just disappear from a park was anyone's' guess)! Next he turned to Neville's letter and opening it found that Neville was still feeling squashed by his grandmother's overbearing presence, but that he hoped Harry was doing better as the summer progressed, and that he had been invited by Ron to Bill's wedding and would see him there. He also hoped he enjoyed the gift he got him, a supply of Bertie Bott's Beans.

The Twin's gift was apparent even without opening it. It was a collection of the treats and tricks the twins had designed for their company, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes, of which Harry was a founding partner, silent albeit. Careful not to touch anything, no matter how innocent it looked, Harry put that carefully off to the side of his desk to experiment more with when he had time. Turning to Remus's letter Harry was hesitant to open and read what was inside. Even though he and Remus had made great progress in the past year, it was still a sore spot for Harry to talk to Remus. He was Harry's last link to the Marauders and his Parents after Sirius's death in the Department of Mysteries a little over a year ago. Sirius. That was one letter he knew he would never get again and it pulled at his heart still. If there was one thing he could go back and change it would be falling for Voldemort's trick in his 5th year and not go any where near the Veil that Sirius fell through to his death. But wishful thinking got no one anywhere. Putting Remus's letter aside Harry decided to read that one later.

That left him with just Ron's and his Hogwart's letter. Knowing what was in the Hogwart's letter, and that it was nothing of importance he quickly ripped that one open and seeing the only thing besides his book and supply list that was included was a letter from the Board of Governors stating that the school would operate as normal this year with Professor McGonagall as Headmistress (would it be anyone else) and that they like the rest of the wizarding world grieved at the loss of Dumbledore. Tossing both of them into the trashcan Harry reached for Ron's letter and started reading.

Harry,

Hey mate! I hope the Dursley's are not bothering you at all this year, they have to know that once you are 17 you can perform magic whenever you want, so I'm sure they didn't bother you at all this yet! Anyway I know you're still probably all upset about Dumbledore, and by all rights you should be. That git Snape was a traitor through and through and that Dumbledore didn't see it amazes me. When you get here for Bill's wedding we can make all the plans we need for our life after Hogwarts. I know I'll be with you all the time, don't know how Hermione's going to deal with being away from the Library though, you know how that one is. She sure has been moody this summer, always going on about Dumbledore's death and Vol…Volde…Voldemort. Fortunately her parents let her stay her most of the summer, Mom's been real good about it all, letting her stay in Ginny's room whenever she's over. But we both miss you and will talk more when we see you next. I hope you like the book, I found it in a store while we were helping Bill clean up his place in Cairo last week, I figure it's the kind of stuff you're going to need to study up on! Cya bro.

Ron

'Kinda strange that Hermione didn't mention staying at the Burrow at all this summer, but then she and Ron have been getting a lot closer lately. She probably feels bad that I broke it off with Ginny before we left school. I hope they haven't been talking too much about me at night' lamented Harry as he put down Ron's letter. Turning to the package that came with it he undid the binding and pulled out a large Tome that was clearly very, very old. Forgotten Spells of True Power by: Mierin Eronaile. Now this was something very interesting, a book of power spells. 'Well they probably don't teach this in Hogwarts so I bet its going to be more useful than "The Standard Book of Spells Grade 7" that they have us read' Brushing off some space on his desk, Harry opened the book and looked through the topics.

'Some of these topics are quite original in their descriptions' mused Harry, 'Rituals of Power, Sacrifices and how to use Them, Dark Curses, Memory Charms' all pretty standard stuff that you would find in any book on Power. When Harry turned the page though his heart skipped a beat …To Find Lost Loves. 'Nah' he thought, 'those couldn't help me at all, could they?' Harry couldn't resist finding out though. Turning to the page the book indicated Harry started breezing through the list of spells until one caught his eye.

Use only under the most dire of needs

'Well that isn't a very useful warning,' said Harry 'What do they mean by dire need? If the world is ending, if I can't stand up, if my friends been missing for 3 days rather than 2! Spells need to be a lot more concise if you ask me.' With that Harry continued to read the spell when realization set in. 'I CAN use this spell, it may just work. I can find Sirius's body with this and give him a proper burial, heck if he's alive still somehow, then I can just find him!' Looking at the wand movements, Harry noted they weren't that different from combining the movements for Wingardium Leviosa and a few other simple spells. The Spell was even in English, not Latin, so it wouldn't be any problem performing the spell either. The only question left was when to try it. Thinking it over, 'Well, there's no time like the present, Sirius, I WILL find you!'

Power of the Night, head my call, I cast out with all my might, bring forth through time, space and thought, let me find the one I seek, the one I love though not in my sight. Show me the way to bring him to me, though the Power of the Day will unleash my wish.

Saying the last word, Harry brought his wand straight down and touched the tip to the book on his desk. Suddenly a bright light enveloped the book spreading out and upwards towards Harry. In a flash of brilliance that rivaled even the sun the light went out, and the book disappeared, along with everything that had encompassed it, as well as the one who cast the spell. Harry Potter was no longer on Privet Drive!