Declaration: I do not own Harry Potter (although I wish... *dreams of swimming in money* ) by J. nor Susan Cooper's 'The Dark is Rising Series' (Which is slow paced but really interesting. Watch the movie trailer first so that you know it can be wicked. Then read the book and worship it. Then watch the movie. It's all wicked! :D )

Now! On with the Fanfiction!

Chapter 3

Professor McGonagall gazed at the boy standing before her in the Great Hall. He looked much like the thousands of other children that have come and gone through Hogwarts yet he possessed a feeling about him. An aura of which power and wisdom radiated from. Far too often she had found herself watching him with her eyes and not her heart, leading to her to be completely bewildered by the events that he causes.

Or the events that are caused around him, she wondered as she still had not decided.

This boy contained a power she had not come across and would never have believed had she not felt it herself when he first arrived. Thinking back to the event where she first saw the boy was in this very Hall just as the Headmaster was talking about the amazing thing he discovered in Hogwarts with Remus, Molly, Arthur, Mr Moody and herself. She remembered how it began when the Headmaster burst into the room apologising for being late.

'Good afternoon, my friends. I'm afraid I must apologise for my tardiness today but I feel that you shall embrace it when I retell the wonderful adventure I just had.' the Headmaster stated as he walked down the Great Hall.

'Constant Vigilance! This is neither the time nor place to hear you prattling about the latest muggle sweet you have found, or bathrooms that appear for you to never find again. We must set a defence plan for the School for when the Dark Lord attacks!'

'Ah, Aleister! It is good to see you soo enthused with your work but I must tell you of this for it holds vital information that may change the tides of this war and stop Voldemort once and for all. Yet the fore mentioned thoughts were quite correct but not quite in the same context. Although, I must confess that due to my busy schedule I have been unable to find any new muggle sweets and the disappearing bathroom has slipped my mind once more. I shall see if the house elves know about it, after all, Dobby does seem to hold an extensive knowledge of the rooms in the - '

'Professor Dumbledore. Perhaps another time?'

'Ah quite right, Remus. It seems my old mind wonders far too often.'

CLAP! Resounded through the hall as the Headmaster clapped his hand and lent forward with a determined gleam in his eye where he stood still before recounting his story.'

'I was in my office pondering about recent events. Deciding on going for a walk around Hogwarts to get fresh air, I discovered that my mind would still not stray from this confusion as to how Voldemort was able to return and in what form.'

'But Albus? Did Harry not see and recount the entire event? Did he miss something? Surely He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named does not posses knowledge of magic that you don't know!' said the plump, red haired mother.

'Yes... and no. I believe that Harry recounted the events correctly, Molly. However, the magic used.... is … well, I admit, it is confusing.'

'Headmaster?' I questioned.

The Headmaster sighed before sitting down in his chain at the head of the table before continuing.

'Yes, Minerva, confusing. I have several theories on how he unable to completely die, however, the main idea I have is perfect and fits every aspect except for the fact that upon "death" the user of this dark magic would simply be reborn from the closest shadow. The process only takes but a minute. For Voldemort to have to go through dark rituals and possession, it befuddles me.'

'Such dark magic exists, Albus?' asked a concerned Arthur Weasely.

'At the cost of your humanity should you be able to make it even that far. Fear not Arthur, for the entire dangerous procedure is only to summon a being whom decides the casters fate. At best they are just puppets for their cause unstoppable or repress-able because their humanity has been stripped. Most are not seen as worthy and are killed by the very being they sought power from.'

'Serves those egotistical maniacs right!' growled Moody.

The Headmaster agreed silently by the slight sag of the shoulders and nod of the head before adding 'Power of this nature is a truly horrible affair of the lowest pits of our humanity. Before we focus our thought on this gloomy and terrible side of magic I must continue my story.'

Everyone straightened up and focused on the Headmaster once more. Before he started again, a flicker of worry shot through me as I saw the weary, tired and sad look in his eyes. 'Must be thing about Tom Riddle' I reasoned.

'My story continues once more as I wondered through the halls where a voice chuckles and calls out to me.'

"I've seen that look before. You should not keep contemplating about the things in your head when you can miss the ones out side of it. Come and keep me company, share you troubling thoughts for Hogwarts would not have guided you towards me had they not been troubling indeed."

'I turned around to see the speak and imagine my shock to see that it was a portrait of Merlin himself. I quickly checked the corridors and must say that I did not recognise where I was. Once more I found a hidden corridor which contains one of the greatest discoveries in modern magic!'

Gasps of shock and calls of outrage appeared around the room.

'How?!?!'

'Sweet Merlin!'

'Excellent! A wizard of his calibre gave you brilliant battle tips am I correct, Albus?'

'Yes, Headmaster, what exactly was your discussion with Merlin?'

'It began with a brilliant discussion on sweets, upon which we then-'

'SWEETS?!?!? You're telling me that you can have a discussion with the greatest wizard in all of history and you discuss sweets with him?!?!'

'It started when he noticed favourite sweet, Lemon Drops. He then asked me if he could try one. Holding up the sweet in my hand it vanished in a flash of white light and ended up in the portraits hand. After placing it in his mouth for a while he then nodded approvingly before revealing his favourite sweet. I had one when he magical sent one to me. Amazing things they are! They're a small brown gum ball with changing flavours and when you blow the gum it forms a random animal, all while cleaning your teeth! Apparently nobody seems to, for some reason, buy "Anamel Drop-Ins" despite their-'

'Animal Droppings?!?!?' said a ludicrous Mrs Weasley.

'No, my dear, you miss heard me, it's "Anamel Drop-Ins". Quite clever I think. It helps the enamel on teeth, it makes animal gum bubbles and you just drop it into your mouth. I think it's catchy.' Said a smiling Dumbledore.

'Yes, I'm sure I'll never forget it.' murmured Remus.

Everyone in the meeting shot each other a weary look in regards to their leader. Yet before much could be said, Albus continued.

'Yes it was then that I discussed the current issue. After a lot of explaining, he himself was confused. What's more is that he stated the magic I had feared was not possible as of recently. This in itself was strange, however things left us at a standstill until he asked me to summon Tom Riddles diary that was found by our Miss Weasley. He then started muttering in an old language, casting spells. His eyes widen and before I knew it he was a completely different man.

"This is not possible!" he said, concern evident throughout his whole body.

"When was this destroyed?" he demanded. I replied only a bit over 2 years ago. After that he started murmuring to himself, muttering spells before finally saying "So there is a crack." I decided to question about what he meant by a "crack".

It was then that he said something rather interesting.

"Albus, as you know, when someone attempts the dark magic you mentioned before, it summons a being. An entity. This entity can be represented by a few figures known as the Old Ones. I am an Old One, however, I represent an opposing entity of that one. We were born at the start of time and have been warring ever since. Our very nature as an entity has been given a name. Light and Dark. I represent the Light, that is I and four other old ones."

"Recently, in the past 70 years (I know I can work it out to being actually about 30 years but … THIS IN MY FANFICTION! Lol :P no real reason other than feel), the light has locked away the dark into the void where it can disrupt the harmony. Yet, this diary you bring me is troubling for it contains fragments of dark in it's magic. When we combined the seven pieces of the light's power, coupled with power from the wild and high magics, we sealed off the dark. Or so I thought. This book shows there is a crack in that seal and it must be stopped before all is undone."

"I see, this is problematic." I said.

"But not unsolvable" At this I had to raise an eyebrow when I believed that all was lost and only the most drastic of magical arts could save us at the cost of too much time and thus innocent blood spilt.

"I am the first Old One and I, along with the Old Ones of the light are with me in a place beyond. Yet the youngest of the Old Ones, the watchman, is still on earth. To make sure that this does not happen. You will need to summon him."

"The youngest?" I asked hesitantly, after all, a powerful misguided person is not someone we want to add to our troubles for youth can bring a certain recklessness that gets defeated by skinned knees and silent pleas. To my question he chuckled and the told me about the Old One.

"Oh my, yes he is brash but not reckless. It this placates you, he has wandered the mortal realm for over 70 years and has spent many, many year reading from the book of Gramarye. A book that I read from that contains most of the knowledge I have today. It is in his nature to observe and understand. It is in his very soul and being that he is freedom and freewill, one that protect. He is bound by the laws of the wild magic and high magic, this stops him from doing whatever he wishes. Yet this Dark lord is a second rank to the Old Ones of the dark and even then weaker because of the Dark being held away. Will can defeat him if he is allowed to. I can not summon Will for this portrait is a reflection of my soul however I can give you a spell to call him and add my signature to make the summons more interesting for him."

As he said this he conjured a piece of parchment, wrote down a spell to summon Will then breathed a silvery-white mist into the parchment before it appeared in my hand.

"He will also be more intrigued if the summons comes from here as Hogwarts has some interesting factors with the Light."

I sighed looking down at the piece of parchment and was about to mention the wards put in place over Hogwarts before I looked up and noticed a blank wall. His portrait gone. Looking around the corridor, I found myself just outside my office. I asked several portraits around what had happened and they mentioned me waking up to the wall, a door appearing and me going through it. Then hours latter a door appeared in another place and I just step through, before asking them where I went.

I lost track of time while I was chanting off spells to find the appearing door but found nothing.'

Stunned silence pursued the end of the Headmaster's adventure.

'A-Amazing.' said a shocked, stuttering Remus.

'Would this "Will" really be able to make it through the wards, Albus?'

'I am presently unsure of whether or not the wards would be able to stop and Old One. I do, however, know of a way we can fin out.'

'And how's that?' asked a Moody who for the first time in my life seemed to be unable to decide on how to react.

'We summon him.' the Albus said simply.

'WHAT?!?! We know practically nothing about him! We can't just summon some entity into Hogwarts when it could be strong enough to get through the wards!' yelled one Mrs Weasley as she jumped up form her seat, who seemed to voice everyone's thoughts.

'I'm sorry Molly. But I just don't think we have much choice. Already, Voldemort has returned through methods of which I am unsure of and to counter them may be even more extreme. Furthermore, if we can not trust Merlin to lead us to the right path, then who can we trust?'

Murmurs went on throughout the hall as everyone discussed the options. The murmurs ebbed away before suddenly a sigh of defet was issued and and slight nod of the head was all that was needed for Albus to summon this "Will".

Albus pulled out his wand and picked up the parchment. He then started chanting the summoning spell.

'Es izsaukt jūs, jaunākais no vecās un Guardian un laika ar nosaukumu Merlin I, Albus Dumidors, uzaicināt jūs'*

While chanting the spell the words glowed gold before fading back to normal. It was then that the hall was silent as everyone waited in suspense. Only for nothing to happen.

Or so we thought.

For not but a few moments latter the grand Great Hall doors swung shut with a "BANG!". Once closed, the doors emitted a soft silvery-white glow around the edges. When the doors swung back open, the corridor outside could no longer be seen but a pale wall of light was in it's place covering the archway.

For this light portal a figure stepped through. The doors once more swung shut and the light ebbed away before opening one last time to show the corridor beyond and rest to the sides of the door as if nothing had ever happened.

Yet the people in the did not seem to notice this as they continued to stare at the figure whom appeared.

'Hi, I'm Will... You called?' said the figure. The being of light. An Old One, a powerful being of time, a being holding most of the knowledge of the world. As strong as Merlin himself. A wise and experienced, great warrior. A... a.... child?!?!? He looked as old as some of the first or second years, with mousy brown hair that seemed well kept with a slightly modern style that hinted youth while maintaining a more formal look. His eyes where a light blue much like Albus' yet these seemed to contain an unnatural shade and glow about them. He seemed like most children his age but with enough oddities for you to question his real age, came the realisation.

He cleared his throat at the ogling people. Most seemed shocked, while others seemed betrayed and angry.

Albus was the first to regain enough sense to respond.

'Ah, my dear boy. We were told to summon you by a portrait of Merlin himself. He told us you were the youngest. Yet I must admit I was certainly not expect one as young as yourself.' he explained.

The boy nodded with a flicker of irritation running through his eyes before he went on explaining. 'I have three ages really. The first is the appeared age of my body which would by 11 years old and not a day older. My second age world be how long I have wandered this earth since my bodies creation, which would be 73 years old. The last age is the most important age for it is the age of my mind and that has been since the beginning of time. Do not allow fickle things to dissuade your thoughts, although you should already be aware of this having lived in the magical world. You may also call me Will.'

Everyone composed themselves and understood the entirety of this being before them. After all, it would not do to still keep thinking that an 11 year old child had reprimanded them and reminded them to not take things at face value.

The situation was once more explained and everyone got weary to see his concerned and annoyance as time went one. It seemed the more they explained the more attentive he became. After finally looking at the diary he decided to mention his thoughts.

'This is very concerning. However I am bound by the laws of the high magic. I am unable to simple say a spell and all is fixed for I need proof that this the dark escaping, or that it is being stolen from the dark and how. Until I can answer these problems all I can do is observe until I have enough evidence to destroy it myself or bring it to the high magic's attention.' he said with a solemn and thoughtful look on his face.

The people in the hall nodded in understanding.

'Well, I must say that I have a proposal for you.' the Headmaster said with that gleam in his eye that said he is planning something. 'I propose that you enter Hogwarts under the same year as Harry Potter, for he often has trouble following him in the for of Voldemort.'.

Looks of surprise circled the room then nods as they realised he would know all of the magic and that it would be safest for them if Will was able to solve his problems while Harry was in danger rather then afterwards.

'Hmmmm.... This is an interesting offer. I would, however, like to have a look in the Ministry and watch Harry before I make my decision.' he stated while thinking about what he need to confirm.

'Very well. I believe you know how to send messages using owls? If so, could you please send us an owl and I will tell you of a location to meet up with you to get your school supplies.' the Headmaster said with a gentle smile.

Will nodded saying 'Yes, that will be acceptable. If address any letter with just "Will" on the envelope, it will find me.' he then turned around and started making his way to the entrance of the hall where the doors had already begun to close and emit that soft light again. 'Until such time...' and he walked into the light and disappeared. The doors closed, the light faded. The doors opened, the corridor, once more seen and once more empty. Everything back in it's place. The only reminder of Will being here was the memory firmly lodged in our minds for the rest of our lives.

Discussion broke out in the hall about Will and what we think the future will bring. Then it moved on to how the Headmaster was going to get Will and Harry togeather without raising suspicion.

The meeting ended and he wasn't heard from until a few weeks later when everyone was in trying to help Harry while working out why there's Dementers in Little Wellington. His letter was short and to the point.

"Dear Albus Dumbledore,

I am writing to inform you that I will be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am aware that Harry will be in several year levels above me so we can invoke an old system in Hogwarts called "Merlin's Circle" that will allow me into any year I wish. This system was used maybe 200 hundred years ago by another Old One of the light.

Also, I would like to forewarn you that the person Harry will tell you about who told the Dementers to leave was I. The Dementer had slight lingering of Dark's magic hence why I was able to interfere to protect however I can not stop the Dementer for certain reasons at the moment nor will I be able to protect Harry for certain reasons either.

Sincerely,

Will"

I then met Will again in Diagon Ally when we went to get his equipment. That in itself was wondrous for I witnessed magic never seen before. I also discovered that Will is not defined by the being he is. This pleased me for I felt I could relate more to him from a human level rather than seeing him as a new entity.

Finally, Professor McGonagall looked at the child about to be sorted. Completely unable to comprehend the entirety of this being. This toppled with the side thought of where he would be sorted. 'Would he be sorted?' she wondered. It was not often that the Sorting Hat got to look into a mind that is not human.

Shaking her head slightly she recomposed herself and read out the name on the scroll.

'Dumbledore, Will.'

Hushed whispers ran rampant around the hall as people discovered another Dumbledore. Shouts of unfairness and bias resounded in the room and kept going until 3 loud bangs were issued from the Headmasters wand.

'Silence! I am disappointed that so few of you believe that I would not be bias towards my family. As it stands I was unaware of Will's family connection to me until the test and even then it is a long frivolous connection. I believe it my grandfathers, 7th cousin, which would make Will my very distant cousin. Furthermore, the test was conducted by myself, Professor McGonagall, an ex-teacher, an ex-auror, a member of the Ministry of Magic and a parent helper. Now we have a sorting to continue on with. If you would please, Will.' The Headmaster stated gesturing towards the Sorting Hat.

Will walked up to the Hat merrily. He then picked up the hat, sat down and plunked the hat on his head the sides of his mouth twitch to a smirk.

The hat started murmuring before giving a short yelp then chuckling. By now everyone in the hall was watching Will intently, waiting to see where he'd be sorted.

The Ravenclaws smiled knowingly as they thought that without a doubt he would be sorted into their house.

The Hufflepuffs looked wistfully at the thought of having someone famous in there house and thought about how much they would love to help him grow.

The Slytherins glowed at the prospect of having someone who was powerful at a young age and young enough to mould into the perfect Slytherin.

The Gryffindors seemed to look slightly jealous at Will for skipping several years but were determined to teach this "nerd" how to have fun.

Her thoughts were suddenly cut off as the room started to shake. A fait ice-blue-white glow appeared around Will that then spread up the hat. Soon lines of the ice-blue and glowing, moving runes in the same colour appeared on the floors and walls originating from Will.

Then an explosion of magic occurred.

Everyone felt the rush of magic go through them. The 12 pillars (6 on either side of the hall) that held the fire to light the room suddenly glowed with symbol on the front of them. All glowing in the ice-blue fire just like the previously red and orange fire that was burning now replaced by a roaring ice-blue.

Soon the runes on the floor and walls vanished leaving only the symbols on the pillars. After a few minutes those symbols faded as well.

As everyone looked around the room, subtle things were noticed. Such as the enchanted roof that seemed to be somehow even better than before. The Hogwarts crest seemed to be bursting with colour and the fire in the pillars and on the candles seemed that bit brighter and warmer.

Everyone I the hall were brought back to attention when the Sorting Hat started laughing and stated 'Thank you for giving Hogwarts some of your magic. She needs a top-up every couple of hundred years. Now I do believe a place you would like is GRYFFINDOR!'

Silence was heard throughout the hall as everyone tried to come to terms with what exactly was just mentioned. Hermione decided to start clapping. After all, she was pleased for him and knew how nerve-racking it is to be sorted normally, rather than as a prodigy with some lady dressed in pink sneering at you! It must have been awfully frightening for him.

Soon the Gryffindor house followed Hermione's lead with clapping and welcoming Will to their house.

Will picked up the hat and sat it back on the stool before giving it a quick nod to which the hat responded likewise with a large smile and a surprising wish of good luck!

Will quickly came down to the tables and sat himself between Hermione and Neville.

After quickly introducing himself to other people to several people he had yet to meet, they started eating the delicious food with some light conversation.

Many people were questioning Will about his life and what the test was like.

It surprised many that he was an Orphan and lived with relatives and that he often read to pass time as he lived in the country, and rarely met many kids. It was then when Professor Dumbledore went to visit a supposed relative and discovered that Will knew the first year curriculum and more. After doing a test with him in front of many other people he was allowed to enter the Merlin's Circle to do his OWLs.

While she was talking with Will, she noticed Draco Malfoy staring at him. Oddly though, it did not seem to have malicious intent behind it but rather that he was confused and curious about him. This didn't last long as he spotted her noticing him and quickly sneered and looked away.

Once more the hall quietened down and Professor Dumbledore got up and spoke to the school, mentioning the usual things. This continued until he was interrupted. Never had Hermione ever heard anyone as arrogant or self centred to interrupt possibly the greatest wizard of our time.

She made a long speech about how the Ministry was try to take control of Hogwarts and many more despicable things. When she finished Hermione had to explain to Harry and Ron. While doing so, she heard Will mutter under is breath 'Well that explains a bit. I wonder how they did that.'. Which Hermione found interesting due to the fact that those words were not something she would have commented about the speech. She was just about to ask him what he meant before she noticed everyone standing up.

'Ron! We're suppose to guide the first years!' She hissed as she got up and started calling out for first years.

She decided to ask Will what he meant tomorrow. 'Oh, tomorrow!' she exclaimed as she started thinking and worrying about the beginning of her fifth year. The year or the Ordinary Wizarding Level. Thinking about this she wondered 'What will this year bring?'.

AN:

Hey everyone... okay... I'M REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE. I've just been flat out and in a bad mood (we all know what happens in stories where the author's in a bad mood ^^ lol )

Anyhow... I might have the next chapter up in a week or so... how is everyone liking the way I structure this? I hope this chapter is a bit longer! Maybe I've answered some of your questions....

Anyhow... I hope you like it... please tell me your thoughts....

JonAlDrink (Thinking of calling himself BetaPAWDKitsune ... like the name?)