Memories streamed through his head as a flood from a burst dam into a vale below.
A figure with pointy ears with odd markings tattooed across his face facing what could only be werewolves with tight muscles, shaggy fur, and claws that looked as if they would easily rend flesh.
Another memory and a short man fighting things that came from the dark while the only illumination came from the volcanic glow that burned the air and left the stench of sulfer to merge with that of death and decay.
Magics flashed in another as an undead horde poured from the castle and the lady of magic unleashed an arcane force that seemed capable of rending the world asunder.
High above in the peaks he saw another battling a great winged dragon while firing a stream of arrows that flashed with morning frost and crisp air between patches burnt black.
Guarding a man who was sealing a rift between the world and the next while monsters poured in from portals.
Unholy abominations clashed with mages and soldiers while the memories had them arrive in time to give aid to those besieged by a traitor.
All of these memories were different.
Male and female.
Dwarf, elf, or human.
All these memories contained a battle that tore the world apart and set forth the near damnation of an entire world.
All these memories ended with an eerily similar one, a fight atop a tower and driving a blade into a twisted monster of a dragon and then light.
Light that dimmed as he watched as emerald eyes flickered open leaving only the few trickles of it that crept between the door and frame of a cupboard under the stairs.
It was Harry Potter that remembered another age...
A figure with pointy ears with odd markings tattooed across his face facing what could only be werewolves with tight muscles, shaggy fur, and claws that looked as if they would easily rend flesh.
Another memory and a short man fighting things that came from the dark while the only illumination came from the volcanic glow that burned the air and left the stench of sulfer to merge with that of death and decay.
Magics flashed in another as an undead horde poured from the castle and the lady of magic unleashed an arcane force that seemed capable of rending the world asunder.
High above in the peaks he saw another battling a great winged dragon while firing a stream of arrows that flashed with morning frost and crisp air between patches burnt black.
Guarding a man who was sealing a rift between the world and the next while monsters poured in from portals.
Unholy abominations clashed with mages and soldiers while the memories had them arrive in time to give aid to those besieged by a traitor.
All of these memories were different.
Male and female.
Dwarf, elf, or human.
All these memories contained a battle that tore the world apart and set forth the near damnation of an entire world.
All these memories ended with an eerily similar one, a fight atop a tower and driving a blade into a twisted monster of a dragon and then light.
Light that dimmed as he watched as emerald eyes flickered open leaving only the few trickles of it that crept between the door and frame of a cupboard under the stairs.
It was Harry Potter that remembered another age...