The room was rather large. There were windows, a door, even a table. Some would see this room and use the term Heaven, others Valhalla. The term Nirvana would come into play as well. On occasion, someone may even refer to it with the term Home.

In the room there were four beings. One was a wizened old man with a long beard. Many terms had been used for him: Zeus, Odin, Merlin. Through time, the terms changed, but his role remained. Most recently, he had appeared under the moniker Dumbledore.

The next being radiated wisdom. He had eyes which could seemingly see everything. For him, the world had known the names of Toth, Ogma, and Apollo. The latest incarnation was referred to as Ollivander.

The third being looked a bit more haggard than the other two with leathery skin. It had a short stature and previous names had been ones such as Krampus. Most recently, the name Ragnok had held firm.

The final being had pointed ears. In this form, it was also a short being with large eyes. While the names were numerous, many could not be pronounced in the human tongue. The last time this being graced the earth, the name Dobby had stuck.

These four, all recently departed from the earth sat, awaiting the one being destined according to all four to change the world. Each had known this being in their own way during their time on earth and each had deemed his tale a sad cause. As such, these four, the creators, decided to grant a gift.

This being was one of pure light. The energy which flowed from it was greater than anything else in the universe. It was this and this alone which had long protected it. That said, all four beings knew that unless drastic measures were taken, this being would soon give in to the darkness.

But, with the right support, this being would become the greatest. It was destined to save the earth and all of magic with it. But that, of course, could only be done with help. This being of pure light needed to be tempered with others. There was only one way in which to do that.

They had failed this being in their first journey. All four had simply let things play out. It had cost this being. It had cost life, power, and at the moment it seemed to be costing the world.

So now they would change that. That being would be joining them soon.

Almost as if on cue, another being appeared in their midst. This one was a young man. With apprehension on his face, he looked to the other beings in this room. His voice echoed in the room.

"I know you."

After taking a moment to smile at one another, the beings turned back to face the young man. He looked to be about 19 with jet black hair that could not be tamed. He waited as the being with the great beard stood and smiled at him.

"So you do. There is much to discuss. Let us begin by telling you about us. I am known to you as Dumbledore, but I have been known by a great many names. Overall, I am known as the All-Father." As Dumbledore sat, Ollivander stood next.

"I am the keeper of knowledge and wisdom, known to you as the wand maker Ollivander, but have appeared in many other forms. To all, I am Toth." Next stood the goblin-like creature.

"My names cannot all be told, but here you know me as Ragnok. I represent the gruff side of magic as the first goblin." Finally the diminutive elf stood.

"And you, Harry Potter sir, know me as Dobby. In truth, I represent the grace of magic. I am the first Elf."

"Now as to your presence here," The Dumbledore figure stood once more. Everyone else relented to him. "It is simply because your time is over too soon. We, the creators of magic, have failed our own greatest creation. The cause to defend all magic was to fall to you as we all passed." Ollivander now stood next to him.

"But we did not allow the proper connections to occur, leading you to your true place. The light within you is very bright, yes, but it is not as pure as it needs to be. In order for that to occur, we should have give you our gifts." Now Ragnok stood.

"These gifts were meant to protect you and help you grow into your full power. You are a raging storm, meant to cleanse the world." Finally Dobby stood so all the beings in the room were standing.

"But we failed you. Due to our negligence, you were never truly cared for nor loved. As such, your strength never matured and you wasted all you were saving the earth from the first darkness. That is not how it was supposed to be."

"So now." Dumbledore spoke.

"Our Gift to you." Ollivander continued.

"To return you to." Ragnok opened.

"The time and place of our gifts." Dobby closed.

Harry stood completely amazed by the feeling of warmth and power emanating from these four. Before him were the greatest magical beings to ever have existed, according to his limited knowledge of history. So what could happen next only served to further shock and amaze his still limited understanding of his position.

"From myself, the god of wisdom, I grant you knowledge and understanding well beyond your now limited years." Ollivander spoke solemnly.

"From the rough side of magic, I grant you a soul-bond born of sacrifice." Ragnok boomed. Dobby continued before Harry could say anything.

"From the grace of magic, I grant you a soul-bond born of choice."

"And from the all-father, I grant you a soul-bond born of unrequited love, at least it seems." Dumbledore stated.

There was a flash of light, leaving Harry alone in the room. There were too many thoughts racing in his mind before he heard Dumbledore's voice echo in his mind.

"Remember, a soul-bond is not a guarantee. It is merely something we offer. Any one of these will allow you to control your future, but none are required. You will keep your memories of the life once led, but now you will forget you know us. Good luck my boy."

With that, everything faded.