Starts when Harry passes out in the arena

The world was black, yet shifted like mist. Shapes blurred by the smoky movements of the curtain like colour. Harry scrambled around, looking for where the roars were coming from, his head ached again as ice rushed through it.

As he completed his third frantic turn, twin golden motes of light pierced the curtain, growing larger as the area underneath was torn. A pale snout, framed by fur so purple it was almost black. The tips of the ears flecked with crimson, the Wolf pushed its way through the torn veil to stand, tail wagging behind it, in front of a very surprised young man.

"As if four dragons weren't enough…" Harry stared into the beast's eyes and strangely felt at peace. There was no rage, no primal instincts to feed, instead he saw intelligence. Even so he nearly fell over in shock as the wolf spoke to him.

"I have waited 15 years to be able to speak to you young master."

The momentary fear of being face to face with a dire Wolf was lost in the shock of hearing it talk, and then laugh as he almost fell over.

"You've been waiting to talk to me? But why? I'm nobody special, I'm just another orphan"

"But you're not Harry, you have a destiny. And I am here to help you, to guide you and to teach you."

"But I'm dead! I was burnt alive by dragons! What good is all this now?"

"Dragons he says, how the meat sacks degrade us so, calling those mere wyrms dragons!" rumbled a harsh growl from Harry's side. The boy in question turned in alarm, only to scramble back as his eyes focused on a majestic golden dragon with searing emerald eyes.

"Calm yourself Aenrith! How is the boy supposed to know that what those fools teach him is false?" Snarled the wolf, hackles raised as its eyes glowed with power. The dragon bowed it's head, looking down at the boy lying on his back with what Harry could only term concern.

"You are not dead Harry. Currently you are lying in the infirmary of Hogwarts school after you ascended."

"Not dead? Ascended? I was roasted alive! By three dragons…..wyrms! How can I not be dead?!" he cried. Panic and confusion overtook the fear at being face to face with a dragon that outstripped the ones from the tournament.

"Simply that young one. No true sorceror can die from a dragon or its descendents. Wyrms are the mutated spawn of our kind, yet that has bred true. In their primitive forms, their rage recognised you for what you truly are."

"Aenrith speaks true Harry. We have waited long for the powers to awaken, for someone to ascend, to claim the mantle of sorceror. The parasite kept you weak, blocked your true powers, until it was gone we weren't able to tell if your heritage would show."

"You have missed a lot young one in your absence from the wizarding world. Ask your Dumbledore about your vault and family. He will know it's time. Your powers have unlocked young one, you know what to do even if you aren't aware of it"

"Can you be anymore cryptic dragon! Harry your powers herald from the past, from the time when we roamed the earth before wizards and men were dominant. The dire wolves of the north and the dragons of the south. Each representing the primal elements, dark and light. Not evil, but dark. The ability to manipulate shadows to cripple enemies or to travel to and from. The Blacks aren't named without reason Harry. Yet where the is shadow there must be light, the wolves roamed in the north while Aenrith and his dragons soared in the south. Pillars of burning light and shields of shimmering gold, tools of the great dragon mages, the leaders of the light and beacons of hope and power amongst the blanket of evil."

"You mean like Dumbledore?...But how can I be one? I'm a Potter!"

"Patience young one, the wolf speaks true but we are out of time. Your headmaster comes and you must wake, remember to tell him it is time. Aenrith says it's time. We shall see you when you sleep young one, to help you master your powers, Voldemort is not the only one you are destined to face, your trials are many yet your rewards great"

As the curtains closed in front of the two animals…..no, guardians thought Harry, he'd felt quite safe with them after the intial shock, a warm feeling one he had craved for years with the Dursleys. He belonged with them, his thoughts turned to the the last message from Aenrith and wondered why this was his fate, and what trials lay after Voldemort…

Albus Dumbledore brushed past the few students who were up that early. The first rays of sunlight reflected from his purple robes as the startled students stumbled as he rushed through the corridors to the infirmary. The wards told him someone was trying to open the doors where his grandson in all but blood was lying. He had failed his friends again, their son was in danger again and he was powerless to prevent the young man from competing in the tournament. All he could do was hope the plans he had made years ago before Harry's adoption held true and they kept up their end.

He rounded the corner from where he could see the doors to the infirmary ajar. His panic increased as did his speed as he barrelled through them, only to stop at the sight before him. A huge black dog was standing, hackles raised, teeth fixed in a snarl as it advanced on a red headed gryffindor.

"Sirius!"

The dog turned to regard the headmaster, keeping the girl in view and himself between the bed ridden boy and the two new comers. Slowly the dog grew, four legs became two as a ragged man replaced the rabid dog.

"What are you doing here Weasley?! Haven't you done enough to hurt him already? You were his friend! And you cast him aside like Pettigrew did!" raged Sirius, his fists clenched and twitched as if to go for a wand. The red head ran at the sight of an enraged Black and bolted from the infirmary leaving behind a relieved headmaster and furious godfather.

Just as Albus was about to enquire about Harry, a movement from said boy drew their attention and the matron from her quarters.

A/N: A filler chapter, setting the scene for Harry to learn about events from before Hogwarts and his new "powers". Strangely it was one of the hardest things i've ever written and I'm still not happy with the dialogue between the two mythical beasts. Monday will see chapter 4 where Dumbledore explains himself and Harry realises what they meant by Light and Dark.