AN: This is my first fanfic, so please bear with me. I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. You know all of the copyright and trademarks deals already so I won't waste your time with the lecture. So on with the fic. Also bare in mind I am dyslexic so I do mess up tings like how/who to/two/too and were/where, please bear with me until I manage to get I beta for my story!

Chapter One: An Unexpected Event

Privet Drive was a perfectly normal street. It was lined with perfectly normal houses, one nearly identical to the one next door. The people who owned these homes were all perfectly normal people as well, well all except for one house. In this house lived a family who tried its hardest to be normal, but there has always been one aspect of Dursley's lives that had never been anything close to their definition of normal.

That one small 'thing' was none other than their nephew, Harry Potter who was currently lying on his old lumpy bed in the smallest room of the house; he lay motionless on his bed staring blindly up at the bare wall in front of him. He had not moved since he had returned to his "home" for the summer more than a day ago. He had not eaten, slept or even so much as uttered a single word; he just laid there staring but not really seeing what was in front of him.

The next week progressed in much the same manner for Harry. He only ever left his room in the middle of the night to grab a snack and use the bathroom.

Time lost all meaning to him, Harry couldn't really tell the difference between his sleeping and waking hours, his every waking moment was filled with sorrow, every time he closed his eye Harry would see his godfather, the man that he had come to see as a surrogate Father being hit by his cousin's stunner and flying through the air all the while laughing, laughing even as he fell through that accursed veil to his death.

His dreams where filled with much of the same only instead of seeing the same thing over and over he instead saw Sirius enter the veil and instead of doing nothing Harry followed him through to the other side. He would see Sirius sitting with his back turned to him in a dark room with only a small candle sitting next to Sirius offering light.

As Harry went to hug his Godfather Sirius would turn to him, his flesh was rotting and falling off of his bones, his robe was tattered and frayed, his eyes were milky and dead, but his voice remained unaffected he would stand from his chair and grab Harry's collar accusing him for causing his death and how thing would have been so much simpler if Harry had never been born, he would have never been sent to Azkaban and Prongs and Lily wouldn't have had to die to protect there worthless son.

Sirius words ripped at Harry's soul making Harry regret every decision that he had ever made and even wishing that he had never been born.

It would be two whole days before Harry would finally allow sleep to take him once again, the dream that night started out as they always did. He watched in despair and sorrow as his Sirius fell through the veil, Harry followed Sirius through the accursed archway and as always finding his Godfather with his back turned to him, only this time as he drew closer to the chair Sirius stood and turned to him his decaying body lurching as he took a step closer to Harry, his rotting maw filled with sharp pointed teeth to numerous to count, Harry watched in horror as the creature that looked so much like his beloved Godfather took another step towards him, he tried to run but found that he couldn't move no matter how much he struggled, just when the shambling corpse was about to sink it's yellowing teeth into Harry's unprotected flesh a familiar voice rang out from behind him: "Leave my Godson alone you creep." Harry watched in amazement as the formidable form of Padfoot leapt over him and lunged at the decaying creature in front of him.

With an inhuman scream filled with rage the creature fled in a burst of brimstone smoke. "Si…Sirius?" Harry whimpered his eyes tearing up.

"Yeah it's really me Pup." Sirius said as he shifted back into his human form.

"Please forgive me Sirius, please, I'm so sorry, if only I hadn't been so stupid…it's all my fault." Harry chocked out as he flung himself at Sirius' crushing the man in a bear hug.

"Now, now it's all right Pup, it's all right, it wasn't your fault I choose to go to the Ministry I choose to fight Bella and do you know what? I wouldn't change any of it even if I could, well maybe the whole Azkaban bit." Sirius said as he hugged Harry back, his trademark cocky grin firmly on display.

"But, Sirius if I just…." Harry said as he wiped the tear from his eyes.

"Harry, listen I don't have a lot of time, this is kind of a one time deal, remember I don't blame you and neither should you, so stop beating yourself up about it, OK? And promise me that you will stop dwelling on the past like this, wandering into the dreamscape searching for me, it's dangerous; you saw what that creature was going to do to you." Sirius said his voice firm and final.

"I promise, what was that thing?" Harry asked his eyes scanning the darkness, searching for the decaying creatures that had not long ago fled.

"That was a Dakara, they feed off of there victims negative feelings and in return give them nightmares, finally when they have had there fill they devour there victims, killing them, and you Harry have been supplying that Dakara with an all you can eat buffet." Sirius said his smile faulting.

"I'm sorry." Harry said as he turned his gaze to the floor, fresh tears forming in his eyes.

"Nothing to be sorry about Pup, just don't do it again, I can't be saving you all the time now can I?" Sirius said with a laugh as punched Harry in the arm.

"Now Harry I don't know how much longer I can stay so I'll keep this as short as I can, Voldemort is gaining more and more power every day and the time is fast approaching when you will have to face him, so train hard. Grimmauld Place has a very extensive library, but most of it is pretty Dark stuff so you have to be pretty careful how you choose to use your knowledge, try the basic section first, now I know Dumbledore have banned you from leaving the Dursleys for the Summer so instead use Kreacher, if all has gone according to plan you should have inherited him when I died. Good Luck Harry." Sirius said as he once again hugged Harry before fading away in a burst of light.

Meanwhile in the world of the living as Harry spoke with the spirit of his deceased godfather a strange wind started to blow within Harry's small bedroom, a bright white aura of magical power shuttered to life around Harry, it slowly burned brighter and brighter until Harry himself was encased in the light, after ten minutes of being encased within his own magic the aura receded until it could hardly be seen only to pulse bright white in time with Harry's heartbeat.

*****

Location: Unknown

Deep within the a long forgotten vessel that could only be described as science fiction a lone figure hovered over a set of controls muttering to himself, "One-hundred and twenty years of boredom, why didn't I take that job at the Ministry?" The figure said talking to himself.

Suddenly the sound of an alarm broke the figures reminiscing, with a start the figure dashed over to another area of the controls. "Now I remember! This why I didn't take that job at the Ministry!" The figure said once again talking to himself. "My, oh my, you are a strong one, you'd have to be for this old girl to pick up your signal half a universe away! Computer upload medical imprint Alpha and a basic drone imprint." The figure said as he flicked a few switches on the controls.

*****

A wheezing/groaning sound filled the quite house of number 4 Privet Drive, the only thing that stoped it from waking the occupents of the house was the fact that the wheezing groans were drowned out by the sound of the two male Dursleys' snoring. As the sound got louder, a large golden orb began to appear within the smallest room of number 4 Privet Drive, the orb was so large in fact that as it appeared it emitted a pulse of magic which caused the room to magically expand, the orb was easily the sive of the house if not larger! After a few moments of silence a bright light appeared from the front of the orb, as the light faded a large door opened, revealing three showed figures, one of the figures strangely enough had a striking resemblance to Harry Potter carrying a trunk.

"Ok you no the drill, drone you are to assume this Harry's life until we return, you no all the dull stuff while my lovely companion and I take care of young Harry here." The voice of an elderly name spoke. "Right no my dear let get this young man inside."

*****

The first thing Harry knew when he woke up was that he was lying in a very firm bed in what seemed to be the Hogwarts hospital wing? And near his bed Madam Pomfrey was soaking a towel in warm water while having a hushed conversation with a tall figure who had long silver hair that he couldn't identify because they had there back turned to him.

"Professor Dumbledore? Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked as he looked around a bit, confused and disoriented, before continuing, "Where am I."

"I see that you're finally awake Harry, good. You seem to have undergone a powerful and might I mention underage magical development." Madam Pomfrey said in a polite voice.

"As to where you are well that a tad bit more complicated." The other person said in a cheerful voice that sounded very familiar but Harry couldn't place it.

Harry nearly went into cardiac arrest when he finally saw who the other person standing next to Madam Pomfrey was. The person was dressed in a fine black dress robe with a beautiful emerald green lining, he stood about 6'2" with a broad frame that had once been filled with wiry muscle but had wasted away with the ravages of time. His long silver locks were tied into a pony tail that rested just passed his shoulder blades, his face was a mix of the regal angular features that most purebloods had and the soft features of his mother's side. His deep emerald green eyes twinkle with kindness and wisdom even beyond his advance years. But the one thing that sent Harry's mind reeling more than anything else was the faded but still visible lightning bolt scar that he could see past the elderly mans parted fringe.

"What?!...Who?!…How?!" Harry spluttered before his eyes once again rolled up into his head.

"Oh dear, he fainted, again." The old Harry look alike said with a chuckle as Madam Pomfrey started to fuss over Harry's prone figure once again.

"Well what did you expect him to do when he saw you? Engage you in tantalising conversation?" Madam Pomfrey asked in what was clearly a forced polite tone.

"Well no, but I at least hoped for more than that." The man said as he gestured to Harry with a lazy hand movement.

*****

Harry's mind was running a million miles a minute when his eyes finally flickered open. The last thing he could remember was being in the Hospital Wing of Hogwarts with madam Pomfrey and an older version of himself? No, that couldn't be right, could it? Summoning all of his Griffindor courage Harry took another look around the room he was in. As far a he could tell it was identical to the Hogwarts hospital Wing right down to the colour of his sheets. "Where am I?" Harry asked half to himself.

"You my boy are currently in the med-centre of the Void Ship." A voice of to his left answered.

"Who are you?" Harry asked in a hushed tone as he took in the old mans features once again.

"Well you seem to be taking this better the second time round, what with all the fainting last time." The old man said with a chuckle causing Harry to blush lightly.

"As to who I am well I'm you, well that's not entirely accurate you see I am an imprint of you, a you that you could be, one of the many possible outcome that may eventuate if you follow a certain path, Sorcerer of Light magic for instance. Confused yet?" Old Harry said as he sat down in the chair next to Harry bed.

Harry sat in dumbfounded silence for a few second before replying with a very articulate, "What?"

"Um, where to begin… are yes. Well when a person makes a choice great or small this choice dictates what kind of person they will become. Take me for example I am the possible you that you could become if you where to dedicate yourself to the study of Light magic for most of your life. Are you with me so far?" Old Harry asked in a tone that sounded like it was taken straight from Dumbledore himself.

"OK, so let me get this straight you are an imprint of me if I studied Light Magic all my life, somehow sent back in time." Harry asked clearly disbelieving what the man in front of him was saying.

"Well, no buy for the most part that's correct, but you don't seem to be to convinced, young Harry." The old man said in a plain matter of fact tone of voice as he slowly stood up and brushed the cresses out of his robe.

"Well when you spend most of your life almost being killed by Voldemort it tends to make a person untrusting to strange wizards who claim to be from the future." Harry said as he tried to stand up and summon his wand, preparing to fight of the crazy old man in front of himself only to remain lying on his bed.

"I see well it seems that you aren't going to take my word for it, no matter I can show you instead, after all as the old saying goes the proof is in the pudding." Old Harry said as he wordlessly and wandlessly conjured a muggle style wheelchair next to Harry's bed and levitated Harry into it.

*****

Harry sat in silence as his look a like pushed him along long corridor after corridor for what seemed like forever while his counterpart muttered under his breath about stupid magic corridors and temperamental ships.

"You're lost aren't you?" Harry said a grin threatening his face, after all if the old man worked for Voldemort he would have killed Harry ages ago, plus he had only tried to help so far and his instincts were telling him to trust him, not that he believed the old mans insane story for a second mind you.

"I am not lost, it's just that this ship is getting rather temperamental in her old age and she has a rather strange sense of humour at times." Old Harry said looking scandalized that Harry thought he was lost.

"Right, just admit it your lost." Harry said with a grin as Old Harry's face fought between looking scandalized and smiling like a loon.

"Never! I know exactly where we are." Old Harry said with a grin identical to the one on Harry's face.

"Right I believe you, not." Harry said with a laugh as he pushed himself a few step in front of Old Harry. "You little brat, come back here so I can hex you." Old Harry said as he followed Harry laughing with mirth.

"Hey what is this place, you called it a 'Void Ship', but what is it exactly" Harry asked curiosity getting the better of him; this place seemed to go in forever.

Old Harry face seemed to burst into life as he looked at the youth sitting before him, he seemed to have been transported into the past at the mere question, the wrinkle that once ran deeply thought his face eased, his eyes shone even brighter than before and he stood a little taller, not by much but enough for it to be noticeable. It was like decades had been shaved off of his visage.

"This Harry is the combined efforts of several Harry's life's work, it is a type 32 Void Ship, it is designed to exist outside of time and space in the plane of existence that is between all worlds and dimensions; the void. It is a large sphere composed of a composite alloy of various metals including goblin steel and a muggle gold and titanium alloy. Expanding on the magical theory behind magic compartments in trunks we were able to expand the original dimensions of the sphere about fifty times. Then using dimensional magic we were able to expand on this a few time over again. Over all I think it ended up being about twice the size of Australia." Old Harry said completely ignorant to the stunned look on Harry's face as he tried to comprehend that he was in a ship that occupied double the space of the continent of Australia, he sat silently for the next few minutes as Old Harry pushed him through a handful more corridors before coming to stop at two large Mahogany doors very much like the ones that decorated the great hall at Hogwarts, the only difference being that these ones had a giant seal the likes of which Harry had never seen before carved into them.

With an over dramatic flourish of his hand Old Harry opened the large Mahogany doors and pushed Harry inside.

*****

The room was about one hundred feet long in every direction and directly in the middle of the room was a complex control panel that Harry couldn't even take a guess at. Sticking out of the middle of the panel was a large clear uncut crystal spire that ran all the way up into the ceiling, inside of the crystal blue energy swirl in intricate patterns at high speeds, a beautiful but deadly storm of power.

Off to the right of the giant room was a small station that had a small view screen embedded into it, the view screen was no bigger than a average human head, the interface around it was made of a dark blue almost black metal that shone in the light, almost willing all who look at it to put there head into it and look into the view plate.

Harry couldn't help but be drawn to it. "What is it?" Harry asked as he silently stood and slowly walked towards the strange devise.

"That Harry is the end product of all our hard work; it is called the Repository of Knowledge. Go on give it a go." Old Harry said his eyes twinkling in a very Dumbledore way.
As Harry put his hands onto the side of the device he couldn't help but wonder how the metal stayed so warm to the touch, magic probably. Putting his head into the small opening Harry couldn't help the gasp that escaped him; beyond the view plate was a moving picture of the entire universe, but something inside of him knew that it wasn't just a picture.

Harry was totally unaware as the device locked itself firmly around his head to prevent him from removing his head before it was done with what ever it was doing.

White light exploded from the picture blinding Harry as a loud voice sounded from all around him, "UNAUTHORIZED USER DETECTED. STATE YOUR NAME AND REASON FOR TRYING TO ACCESS THE REPOSITORY."

"My name is Harry Potter and I was just curious." Harry said timidly hoping that his answer would appease who ever that voice was coming from.

"USER HARRY POTTER; CLEARANCE UNRESTRICTED, ACCESS LIMITED. HAVE A NICE DAY." The voice replied in a more polite tone of voice as Harry once again found himself standing in the control room next to Old Harry.

The sound of shifting filled the control room as an archway opened up in front of both Harry's. The room inside was rather small. No larger than a large English style study, in the middle of the room a plush black leather la-z-boy sat proudly in front of a medium oak table.

Harry couldn't help but feel under whelmed, on top of the table sat 50 leather bound volumes varying in size from the size of a normal novel to the size of an unfolded newspaper. Each of the volumes looked brand new as if they had never been touched,

"Simply breath taking isn't it Harry?" Old Harry asked as he gently ran his hands over the books with something akin to reverence.

"I don't know, if this is meant to be the storehouse of all my knowledge then shouldn't it you know? Be bigger?" Harry asked; after all even Flourish and Blotts had bookshelfs full of books and he seriously doubted that they had the most extensive collection of magical knowledge in the whole of the Wizarding world.

"Harry your thinking like a Muggle not a Wizard, these book aren't really the repository there merely blanks; templates that grant the user access to anything stored in the Void Ships vast libraries." Old Harry chuckled as he picked up one of the larger books.

"See? Nothing but blank pages." Old Harry said as he flicked through the blank book show Harry the crisp unblemished pages. "Go on Harry pick a book any book, something rare." Old Harry said almost giddy with childlike glee his eye twinkling madly. "Oh I know how about the Atlantean Codex of Magiks?" Old Harry said almost bouncing on the balls of his feet. Holding the spine of the book to his mouth Old Harry spoke in loud and clear voice, "Atlantean Codex of Magiks. Translated."

Harry watched as Old Harry opened the once blank book and watched as black ink raced across the page as if by an invisible dictation quill.

In seconds the once blank book was filled with text. Old Harry skimmed the book for a few seconds before smiling and saying "The translated versions ok but is got nothing on the original Atlantean. Well than I'll leave you to brows, I'll come and get you when suppers ready. One last thing, do read The History of the Void by the Ancient One, I think that you will find it very interesting. If you ever get stuck simply ask the computer to help you." With his work done for the time being Old Harry swept out of the study leaving Harry to his own devices.

Picking up the large book that Old Harry had left Harry whispered "The History of the Void by the Ancient One."

The book was about three hundred pages long and started very simply with the words; My name is Harry Potter and this is the story of how I became the Ancient One.

*****

Harry sat in silence as he read the Ancient Ones words, the book started roughly about three decade after the Ancient One had been able to defeat Voldemort and his army. They battle had been long and hard fought with many losses on both sides, it finally ended on the deserted and destroyed grounds of Hogwarts, which had apparently later become a monument to all those who lost there lives fighting Voldemort.

The Ancient One had spent the rest of his first life trying to find a way to bring back all those who had lost there lives during the war and finally trying to find a way to go back in time and stop it from ever happening.

Eventually at the age of one hundred and twenty the Ancient One finally found a way to send his consciousness with all his memories and knowledge back in time to blend with his past self. Each time the Ancient One would be able to stop Voldemort however each time people would die, friends, comrades, and the innocent.

Finally the Ancient One amassed so much power and knowledge that it became harder and harder to transfer all of it back into his past self and so he begin to search for an alternative way to preserve his knowledge.

Eventually he discovered the Void; a place between the whole of reality itself, a place totally unaffected by the passage of time.

Over the next five life time the Ancient One designed and built the Void Ship and gathered the most extensive collection of knowledge both Muggle and Magical known to mankind.

The final books to be added to the repository during the Ancient Ones lifetimes were the one that he had written himself, including his self written history aptly named the History of the Void.

The closing words of the book simply read; I have lived for thirteen lifetimes and have seen so much, perhaps too much. I can only hope that my future selves use this knowledge to protect and help the world.

*****

Closing the book Harry couldn't help but feel that he had been the greatest gift of all, it wouldn't matter if he never received another gift for as long as he lived, he had all ready been given the best gift of all; he had the knowledge that he needed to fulfil his last promise to Sirius at his very fingertips. Harry couldn't help but wonder if the Ancient One had written any more books.

Holding the book in his lap up to his mouth Harry spoke in a clear voice and said, "Computer assisted search." Two feet in front of Harry's chair a holographic view screen the same size as a large plasma screen television popped into existence.

The words; Awaiting Inquiry were written at the top of the screen.

"Computer search the repository for all books written by Harry Potter." Harry's mouth hung open as the screen filled with results. After a minute the final tally was 1036 books written by Harry Potter. 'Hermione's never going to let me live this down.' Harry thought as he scrolled down the list.

"Computer search the repository for all books written by the Ancient One."

The screen was once again filled with book titles everything from Transfiguration, Potions, Wandless Magic, Dark Arts, Rituals, Occlumency and even Wandlore to name a few. Eventually after some thought Harry decided that it was time to relearn Occlumency.

Harry was two pages into Modern Occlumency by the Ancient One when Old Harry finally arrived to tell Harry that supper was served in the kitchen. After much protesting Old Harry was finally able to get Harry to leave the study and follow him to the kitchen.

There you have it folks! What do you think of this idea? Should it be continued or not?! TheTrueBard out!