It was a balmy, particularly hot, and dry spring day, unseasonably warm. At least to one Harry Potter who felt that the world needed to be a little bit colder right now. After finding out that he had a godfather that tried to kill his parents, only to find out he was innocent, and then have him ripped away right when he saw a glimpse of happiness, of freedom.

With all of this racing through his head, and the stares becoming increasingly unbearable, Harry decided to go to his rock, by the lake shore. As Harry was walking, he saw a strange man, even by wizarding standards. The man had to be even stranger than Dumbledore! He stopped in his path and watching as He just kept seeming to grow taller, now realizing he was stepping out of the lake, but he was completely dry. His robes weren't robes, but animal skins stitched together and clearly worn. His chest was bare and Harry could just make out some odd black marking on his chest. Harry's glasses seemed to steam and fog over the closer of a look, he took at these markings. Damned heat. The man seemed impossibly tall, almost as tall as Hagrid, if not nearly as wide, and had long twists of hair running to his mid back, capped with gold bands. He also had some strange kind of pipe resting on his back in a sling. He seemed to be smoking a fat kind of cigarette that only Dudley ever smoked.

But how was this possible? He just came out of the lake? As he walked, the smoke made confusing shapes behind him, unnatural. Just as this man went to pass Harry, he took a deep puff off of his cigarette and blew a smoke ring that seemed to pause mid air. Directing over towards Harry, his gold eyes seemed to glow brightly while Harry could see his face inside the ring, not that he could see any of his other features through his steadily even foggier glasses. The man seemed to pause, maybe in recognition? Before shaking his head and continuing on his way to the castle. As he passed, the steam faded from his glasses, them having finally warmed to the hot air.

He shook his head, wizards are really weird. He continued onwards to the flat rock on the eastern shore of the lake and sat down. He wasn't really sure how long he spent out there just thinking and watching the waves but soon enough the sun was setting and he knew Dumbledore would want his final end of the year meeting before shipping him off to the Dursley's again. He stood with a great stretch and mosied his way down the winding path to the castle. He started to walk towards the second floor before remembering that the Headmaster's office always seemed to move from year to year. Which floor was it again? The third? The second? He decided to go to the third floor after all, he had just finished his third year. After wandering aimlessly through the halls he walked across the twin headed gargoyle that always sat in front of the Headmaster's office and upon seeing Harry approach, the gargoyle leapt out of the way without any guessing of wizarding sweets. As the staircase pulled him up, he wondered how Dumbledore always knew when he was coming. Then he heard a strange laugh.

"Gappappappa! You've sure got some wily ones around this year. Seems you coming to Hogwarts wasn't such a bad idea. Some are even perceptive, one Harry Potter seems to be developing his Sight, he almost could make me out on my way here. It's too bad, he clings to his muggle rationality too much. It damaged his sight. Made his eyes garbage compared to that quirky little ravenclaw. Why, she ran up and gave me a hug! First hug I've gotten in decades. Don't know why she called me Mr. Water though."

Harry reeled back in shock, almost falling down the spiral steps, his sight was damaged by the Dursleys? But his dad had always had to wear glasses too? Who was this guy? Who was he to say he couldn't see?

"Ah, young Harry, come in, I thought you might show up today," called Dumbledore. How did he know? Did he know he was listening? It mattered naught, for the door swung open of its own accord. "This is Kaeia, of Tuvula, the magical counterpart to Tuvalu. We were just catching up on the times."

The room was full of acrid smoke making Harry's head spin. But as quick as he noticed, it was gone.

"Kaeia? I think I read about you, back in first year. You should be dead right? You were in the same book as Nicholas Flamel.

The strange man from the lake turned, and it felt like his eyes didn't even see Harry, but something inside of him, "Hmm, I wish it were so, but Magick had different plans for me, young one. Much as I fear, it has plans for you too. I suppose the question remains on how you will walk it."

"Kaiea, he's much too young, I haven't begun to teach him in the arts yet, do not expose him, he isn't strong enough yet," Dumbledore chastised.

"Oh? He's certainly had enough strife to know, but he's your charge, so I shall acquiesce. Young Peverall, you are destined for greatness far above men like us. But, when the tide becomes too great, and you feel yourself being lost at sea, crush this, and I will teach you how to sail, do not forget your own power, and your strength." Spoke the large man, and he reached into his…Cloak? Producing a sand dollar with string attached, tossing it towards Harry. "Just know, the tides hold mercy for no one. They always exact their toll. They will drown you just as fast as they will let you travel." With his ominous warning spoken, he rose up off of his cloud of smoke and grabbed his pipe from the desk. Was that a turtle? Before Harry could question him or even try to say his own name, he was gone.

"Who was that? What is this? How did he know my name?" Harry shot out questions as fast as his brain could think of them, and with every question Dumbledore seemed to look older and older.

"Harry, take a seat. I fear I have failed you once again. You see, only people that do not possess the Sight may ever be allowed to use a time turner. While your friend Miss Granger is gifted in many things, this is not one of them. When you made that contract with the Fae in order to save your godfather, you broke a simple rule. Those with the sight, shan't mess with time. I failed to check if yours had awakened in any capacity before allowing you on that mission. In doing so, you began your ascension."

"Ascension? I'm already a wizard, I even can do a patronus!"

"And there in lies the problem, you are no mere wizard, Harry. You were touched by fate as but a babe. And continue to grow stronger without even trying. But now, the powers that be are starting to notice you. Kaiea is known as the rising tide, a force of nature, that rarely cares about the lower realm. For him to see and take notice of you tells me the more observant have already noticed as well. You would do well to keep that sand dollar handy, Kaiea is an ally that few can make, and even fewer can claim to have been personally trained. However, if you wish to be trained by him, you must be ready, because all will take notice of the last of the 2nd pantheon, taking on an apprentice. And there will be noplace to hide."

"Sir, I don't understand. I don't even know him, why would I want to be trained by him? I'm just a student. Can't you make them stay away?"

"I wish Harry, oh how I wish. I need to tell you something. Have you ever wondered why Voldemort targeted your parents? It was a prophecy. It's because they gave birth to the 2nd member of the 8th Pantheon. The one that would bring balance to the world once more. Voldemort himself being the first of the 8th Pantheon. You see Harry, I'm the last living member of the 7th pantheon and I fear I don't have much time left. Even less time that I can stand toe to toe with other pantheon members." With this Dumbledore waved his gnarled wand at a stone basin with had that same old smoke floating off the top. And raised his arms. Images beginning to form in the smoke.

"Long ago, there was only chaos and the earth. Nobody knows what came before that, if anything at all. Back then everybody was gods, or titans, or whatever else they chose to go by. Ultimately it led to an era of infighting, where everybody wanted something different. Until, they wiped each other out, leaving only Prometheus's children and the children of Gaia unharmed. These being creatures of magic and mortals. This is where the first pantheon began. Mortals of magic that were greater than all around them. And as before they fought, great terrible wars to bring either order, or chaos. Ultimately the order won, and with it brought a golden era of divinity. This could only last for so long, you see, the Primordial being of Kaos refused to allow order to reign for so long and so gave the only True Prophecy to a new Pantheon King. The prophecy read that for as long as there will be good, there will be chaos to destroy it, and for as long as there is chaos, there shall be good to destroy it. This is the only prophecy to span literal millenia and to always be proven correct. Well, several Pantheons rose and fell as they gave way and space for the next generations to begin their struggle for balance. For 7 generations. Until me, I thought I could create a greater era of peace, I played with powers outside of my control, as Kaiea to great pleasure in telling me. When Grindelwald lost his mind to Kaos, I trapped him in his own domain, my own act of evil, a sacrifice a thought would halt the cycle. I suppose it only allowed for the next generation of Kaos Lords to be stronger. And blinder to their purpose. You see, they had no guidance on what they were supposed to achieve and know way of knowing the greater world. So when Voldemort killed Grindelwald a new prophecy was born. The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Voldemort had an agent that listened and proceeded to forward that prophecy to the Dark Lord. Had Voldemort perhaps known, about the Original perhaps it wouldn't have threatened him so. But to one as afraid of death as Tom, He immediately sought you out. But of course, the balance of the world cannot stay Dark for so long, and so greater powers than Voldemort stopped him dead in his tracks. Giving you a scar and your celebrity status. Of course, as long as you had not ascended then you were protected and Fate itself would bend to give you the chance to grow.

Now as a result of my error, you are being thrust into a world of giants. Where Chaos and Order continuously battle, as they have for deal with the Fae has resulted in your being put on the radar so to speak."

"Now, it is my duty to prepare you as the last Light Lord, Transformation God, Lord Dumbledore, I will have to guide you and give you strength to defy those far greater than us. Fate has acknowledged your strength. Its time to prove it right."
"Woah, woah, woah, I can't do all of this, I'm just Harry."

"Just Harry? Fewer than 1% of all non-ascended individuals can cast a patronus, none before the final maturation at 27. Certainly not at the onset of your second maturation. No mere mortal can alter time itself as a result a Fae deal. Unknowing as it was. Harry your clock is ticking. Do you want me to prepare you?

"I…I don't have a choice do I"

"I'm afraid not, not if you wish to see your loved ones die happy. I'm so sorry."

Harry sighed deeply, "Don't be sorry sir, nothing would have stopped me from rescuing Sirius. Now as overwhelming as all of this is, I guess I have to face the music. But I have to ask, how far is this rabbit hole of magic going to take me?"

"I can't even pretend to know, Harry."

Alrighty, I hope that this is somewhat sensical. Kaeia of Tuvula is from a long ago Pantheon and a relic of ages gone by. He won't be a main character for quite some time to be honest but he will be cropping up here and there. This is going to end up as a Harry/Luna fic but I'm planning on him being with others before that will happen. Harden your hearts for that, because the final pairing will not change. Any reviews are appreciated even highly critical ones but please be aware this is my first time ever writing my own work so be gentle. Thank you for reading, Disbelieving out.