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Green Eyed Aes Sedai

By Jamnaz79

Notification: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own The Wheel of Time as that story belongs to Robert Jordan's widow. Both are remarkable works of literature and should be read and enjoyed. I am just choosing to play in their world a bit.

Author Note: The beginning of much like by Black Lion start.

~~~ GEAS ~~~

Harry Potter stared shimmering image of silver. The liquid silver still flowed just as smoothly as it did during his fifth year. It was the same arch that he fought beside his godfather against Death Eaters. This was the same arch that his godfather fell through to the beyond. He could hear their voices so clearly when he was near it. He could hear their cries for life or loss. The beyond was a step away and all he had to do was put one boot before the next.

The twenty five year old raven haired young man had a horrid life. His childhood was punishment and torment at the hands of the Dursley family. They were relatives in blood and name but not in fact of any meaning of the word family. His first few years of true life and true freedom came at Hogwarts when he joined the magical world and learned to live. Even then his days were filled with hard lessons or love, trust and life. Despite facing trolls, basilisks, dragons and dark wizards he prospered and grew into a remarkable man. A man that was filled with a passion for learning and life, and yet a deep longing to fix what was lost.

It was the war that had shattered the young man. The war had a cost far too high. The end was a day that should have been a triumph. Instead it was a day of defeat whenever Harry looked back at it. Sure he had destroyed the Dark Lord and freed magical Britain. But the cost, the cost was way too high. He lost that day almost everyone important to him. He lost far too many over the days of the war, but it was that final day, the battle of Hogwarts which had cost everything to him.

Poor brave Neville. The young man had grown from a scared child into a man worthy of the Longbottom name. Neville had stepped forward and slayed the final Horcrux, he had used the sword of Gryffindor and cut the monstrous snakes head right off. Even as the brave young Gryffindor had slain the beast he was killed by a neon green curse from the insane Bellatrix LeStrange. He had buried the young man with the sword of Gryffindor. There was no more fitting final resting place for the sword than by the side of the young man.

Luna, sweet lovely Luna. He had felt a kinship with her. They were both outcasts, both freaks in the worlds that the lived in so long. He had cared for her and would have done anything for her but he never had the chance. When Neville was killed she cracked. It was one too many deaths of someone she cared for. It was the straw that broke the dragon's back. She physically tackled Bellatrix LeStrange to the ground while the Death Eater scum laughed. They stopped laughing when she chanted a blood ritual slitting her own throat. Her body turned into living flame, fiendfyre hotter than the sun above consumed the witch and over a hundred of the Death Eater scum with it. The price was too high in Harry's mind; he would give anything for her inquisitive looks and to hear of her fun strange animals again.

Hermione. There were so many emotions that came up in the raven haired man from that one word. The possible love lost the pain of loss. It was the one person he never spoke of. It was the one person he missed the most. When Ron had abandoned them in the tent he finally took the chance to be with her, he showed her he cared for her. That he wouldn't abandon her unlike the ginger. It had been a magical time. It was a time where he actually started to believe that the power to defeat Voldemort was love. He had been wrong for when Ron returned so ended their short fling. Instead his bushy haired best friend apologized to him and explained she loved Ron and not him. Still he was happy for her even as he died a bit inside. He still cared for her he would just need to make it a love for a sister and family instead of a lover. Even if it ate him up inside he still at least knew she wouldn't fully abandon him. Perhaps it was because she chose Ron that it hurt so much when he betrayed them. The fact that he was who had ended her life when he stabbed the basilisk fang into her back that caused Harry to not sleep at nights.

The ginger boy had always been paranoid, jealous and a twit. But he became worse when he learned that Harry had plucked the forbidden fruit from Hermione before he could. Ron never let them know that he knew about this. The boy had never betrayed that he had any idea that Hermione and Harry had been intimate. He actually never spoke of what he did when they were away either. So it had been a complete surprise when after Neville was slain that he slammed the basilisk fang into the back of the bushy haired girl. He was laughing with insane glee as he announced himself for the Dark Lord, proving himself by slaying the mudblood.

Hermione even when stabbed and dying of poison was a strong woman. A strong hearted Gryffindor, she turned around and grabbed hold of the ginger traitor. Gripping to the boy as the strength started to flee from her she willed the last of her back. A flash of neon green and there was no more laughter from Ronald Bilius Weasley. Both fell to the ground together next to one another, a twisted cruel tragedy worse than any Romeo and Juliet play.

Yes, Harry did awaken from his dream. His passage to the beyond where he had talked to Albus Dumbledore and was convinced to return. He had awakened to all of this death and destruction. It was a full pitched battle in the middle of the courtyard. All of Harry's closest friends were dead and gone and his world torn apart into ruins before his eyes. He could not believe that even in death the old man had been able to manipulate him to return to torment. He had sent Harry back to a world without his loved ones. He used that loss, that pain, that love and hate and defeated Tom Riddle. He became the man-who-conquered. Then he disappeared into the dim surroundings of society, a man wanting to be left alone from all seekers.

Harry lived his life after those days for research. He searched for an answer, he wanted to know what he could do different. He spent a fortune trying to find a way to return his friends. He wanted to find a way back to fix the past. He researched, studied, learned secrets from Dumbledore's own journals.

It was only after years of study that he found what he believed would work. The Deathly Hallows was the only chance for him to fix the mess that his life had become. So he found himself in the death chamber now. He was clad only in the family heirloom of the cloak of death. The ring on his finger was the Resurrection stone. The Elder wand clutched tightly in his hand. He had drawn in unicorn blood the runic symbols around the chamber. All that remained was to step through death's doorway and hope he was right.

Harry Potter was not correct. The blood should have been crumple- horned snorkack blood. Who knew, Luna was correct after all.

~~~ GEAS ~~~

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 out of the Mountains of Mist. 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 wind whipped through tallest ice covered peaks of the mountains downwards carrying icy winds into the Two Rivers. The strength was such that it whipped at the cloak of the ten year old boy as he sat on the top of the cart behind an old horse next to his father. The boy was a tall child with auburn colored hair supposedly taking after his mother. The boy was named Rand al'Thor and he was the son of Tam and Kara al'Thor. His mother having passed away a number of years ago he lived alone with his father on the far outside of Emond's Field.

Always during this time of year his father and Rand would head into the village. Bel Tine was in a few days and they had to deliver Tam's famous apple brandy. The village would get together and have games dancing and a feast. In the meadow in the middle of town girls that come of age would join the official Bel Tine dance. There would be games from throwing knives and archery.

But this year it might be ruined. Last night a heavy cover of clouds rolled over Emond's Field and the surrounding farmland. Those clouds now covered the valley choking out the sun. They were dark angry clouds filled with powerful wind coming off of the mountains. It was those same winds that snapped the cloak of Tam and Rand around their body and carried the icy breezes.

Tam turned his eyes towards the roadway watching closely to the clouds as his son guided Bella. The angry clouds ahead suddenly turned on each other. They began to swirl together forming a cyclone. The wind picked up with a sudden frightfulness to gale forces. Water started to beat down on the father and son so strongly that Tam ripped the reins out of the hand of Rand. He turned the cart off of the road into the cover of the tall ancient trees. Even under the foliage he could see the rage filled sky letting loose a torrent of anger on the Two Rivers. The cyclone slowly seemed to sweep down the roadway, it was a small twister only a few feet wide but dangerous! Tam unlatched Bella and let her go into the forest for her own safety. Then he took hold of his son pulling him under the cart.

The cyclone, thank the light, seemed to stay a league away from them. But the storm seemed to rage ever harder. Tam glanced down at the wide eyes of his son and gave him a squeeze of the shoulder after seeing his freight, "It will be okay son. Just keep calm, seek the void like I taught you."

Rand turned his pale grey eyes upwards on his father and nodded his head. The young man was scared from their situation but so would anyone be. He didn't speak back perhaps from fright, instead turning his gaze back onto the furious storm.

The cyclone and storm kept up for ten minutes till it happened. It was as if the heavens opened up with all of their light in a single moment. There was a series of strikes of lightning hit the cyclone lighting up the sky so brightly it was painful to look at. The thunder was so loud it could wake the creator! Tam turned his eyes from the burning sight as he felt his vision blinded.

Then it was gone. The skies were clear and the wind was calm. The rain had disappeared till only puddles remained. The storm had disappeared as if it had never been there.

Tam kept a hard gaze onto the spot where the strike took place. Something felt off, it felt like this never should have happened. Slowly he stood up and glanced at Rand, "Go get Bella and hitch her back up. She wouldn't have gone far."

"Yes Father." Rand spoke up then ran off to find the missing horse.

Tam watched his son go confident that the boy would be alright since the forest had been mainly tame around here. There hadn't been any wolves sightings in over a few years. After a moment he drew his eye away from his son turning towards the cart. He pulled off his walking stick, a large staff close to the size of a quarterstaff. Then he slowly turned towards the spot of strikes.

The man was careful at his approach keeping into the tree line away from the center of the road where they hit. Now secure with the knowledge that Rand was safely away from whatever danger he might fine Tam walked as if on egg-shells. The man was a veteran of war in the past. In his time outside of the Two Rivers he was considered an impressive solider and that vigilance and training had not slipped away when he returned. His careful steps brought him forward till he was almost even with where the strikes were on the slightly raised roadway. He could see numerous puddles around but no blackened spots where the lightning may have struck.

But his eyes did fine one peculiar thing, there lying in the middle of the roadway was a boy. A child not much older than his own son passed out in the middle of the road. Patience and care was taken as Tam slowly crept forward from the edge of the forest onto the roadway. His keen eyes took in all of his surroundings for anything that he might possibly find. But, there was no threats only this strange child. He moved closer till he was just at the side of the boy and knelt down. The child was passed out unconscious. He could tell from the slow rise and fall of his chest that he was alive. He had black hair and emerald green eyes. A lightning bolt scar marred his forehead and a bite mark from a large fang was on his right arm. He was perhaps a little small, closer in size to his son's friend Matt then Rand. But, the boy didn't have any other marks, no horrible burns or anything else. A touch to the neck felt a pulse. A check to the forehead showed a fever but he was not burning up. In all this boy in rags appeared to be rather normal.

The man frowned as he looked over the child uncertain what to make of this situation. He had expected many things and had imagined everything from the forsaken rising to an Aes Sedai witch. But he had not expected a child. Immediately he knew he had to get the boy help, he had to take him into town to Bran al'Vere; the mayor would know what to do. The man was a true member of Emond's Field. Stubborn, pig headed and full of determination to make the best of any situation! He and his wife would take care of the boy and help him out. Plus the Wisdom would want to check the boy over to see him properly healthy, perhaps they would be able to find his parents.

So Tam scooped up the child and carried him back. He would have no idea the impact that the boy he was lifting would have. How the wheel itself had just strung the boy into the pattern and that all things would change and bend to him. It was fate that Harry James Potter would find a way to play a roll into the life of the Dragon.

Author Note: I always wanted to write a story in Robert Jordan's world. He designed such an amazing world that had such possibilities. I really think it would be interesting to play there. It is sad he passed away before he was able to finish his amazing legendary tale. But, he gave us such an interesting setting to mess around with. Perhaps a pairing with him and Egwene eventually would be fun. Thoughts? Interest for this after I finish up Prince in the North?