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Uploaded 26/05/2011.. Revised 27/05/2011

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Foreknowledge by King Dimension

Summary: Awoken every night by the horrors of a graveyard in his not-too-distant future, he knew it was his destiny to prevent the resurrection of the darkest wizard of the modern era. What he didn't know...was how abruptly it would happen. AU from 4th year.

Rating: T For Teens everywhere. If the rating does get bumped up to M, it will probably be more due to the direction of the plot and story, rather than other distractions such as romance or action.

Pairings: Harry/various women throughout the story (He's young). Not Multi.

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PROLOGUE: DARKLY DREAMING

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"Kill the spare."

A sickly, green flash of light rushed forward from the shadows straight towards-

"Cedric! Cedric look out!" cried out Harry Potter, his eyes locked on his companion's as the beam of light barreled straight into Cedric's chest not a second later. As Harry rushed to his fallen body, he suddenly found himself stumbling, his body constricting, lifted up and slammed hard into the side of a nearby tombstone. Breathless, ropes seemed to appear out of nowhere and wrapped tightly around his body before he could even lift up his wand.

"Expelliarmus!" commanded an all-too-familiar voice. Harry's wand jerked away from his grasp, even as he gripped it tightly, wrestling with his conjured bonds.

"Wormtail!" hissed an angry Harry, hate burning in his eyes.

"Don't have the guts to duel me head on? Have to kill my friend first? What would my parents say to that, huh?"

"I can't speak to the dead, Harry." Wormtail responded softly, treading carefully forward from the murky background, his plump, rat-like appearance a show for all he was good for.

Bones of the father.

"They wouldn't be if they didn't trust you!" Harry shouted. Wormtail ignored him, reciting, mumbling something under his breath.

"Do it, Wormtail..." slithered a raspy small voice. Harry jerked his head in its general direction.

"Is that your master back there? What has he got you to do?" Wormtail responded with the unsheathing of a knife in one hand, and reaching for Harry's unwilling arm the other. "What has he got you to do?" Harry vehemently repeated, a sense of sinking dread filling the pit of his stomach.

Blood of the enemy.

"Answer me, Wormtail!" Harry demanded fiercely as Wormtail began his whispered chanting again. "YOU OWE ME! I saved your-" Blinding pain surged throughout his body as he felt the blade pierce his flesh, and stab deep into his arm.

"Flesh...servant..." was all Harry heard as he jerked fervently to cover his wound, his eyes forced to rest on the body of his dead friend. Unable to defeat the binds that ensnared him, time seemed to slow, and it was all Harry could do but silently listen to the pitiful whimpers of his parents' betrayer.

A rush of dark energy swooned around him, impressing Harry to lift his eyes and rest his sight on the tall, pale figure nestled on the fringes of his vision, as well as the wispy, blurred silhouette of an impossibly large creature.

"Robe me." Wormtail shakily reached up with a long, dark substance.

Gliding forward, a snake, the size of which stilled Harry's breath, hissed, "Death...hunger..."

"Nagini..." chided Lord Voldemort, his figure now cloaked, beckoned Harry to rise. "Harry Potter...at last we stand before one another. I must admit, what a pleasure it is to see you after so long..."

"Likewise, Tom." Harry managed to say as he met the blood-red eyes of his old enemy. The bonds holding him vanished moments earlier.

"You speak that name as if I had any care for it." Lord Voldemort responded lightly. "I wonder..." He took a step forward, then raised his arm, "Crucio!"

Hundreds of white-hot knives pierced his skin, as Harry fell flat, unable to choke out the pain that ravished his body. After seemingly a lifetime, he found himself suddenly able to breath, and quickly fumbled his body in an effort to stop the blood that would flow from his gaping wounds—only to find his limbs utterly limp and unresponsive. Harry managed to raise his head, and saw his body miraculously smooth and unblemished.

"For you, Harry, I would honor the sacrifice you are about to make with one last duel...in front of a...grand audience," Voldemort remarked blissfully. "But unfortunately, I do not have the time to waste just yet."

"Wh- What do you mean, Voldemort?" Asked Harry exhaustedly.

"Don't you worry about it Harry." Voldemort gently stooped down and soothingly spoke, "Fear not! You will go, painlessly, just as you should have 14 years ago." Voldemort moved closer to him until Harry could almost feel the Dark Lord's unnatural heartbeat, "You will help me bring about a new age in the Wizarding World." Voldemort whispered. He then grazed his finger along the length of Harry's scar, bringing about a fresh breath of pain.

Triumphant red eyes then met lowly green.

"Triwizard Champion, Harry? Why it's the least I can do to present you with the trophy." A large, sparkling gold cup stained from the blood seeping out of the stump holding it, landed gently next to Harry's wounded arm.

Rising up, Lord Voldemort raised his arms on high, readying for a speech that no one would hear.

"Behold! Harry James Potter, The Boy Who Lived. The one who delayed my resurrection with the Sorceror's Stone. The one, who I am told, has caused me trouble year after year! Harry Potter…who has defied death time and time again! Well… never more!" hissed out Voldemort, raw hate fueling his speech.

"Now…the winner of the Triwizard Tournament, Mr. Potter…alongside…Cedric you said?" He gazed lazily at Harry.

"Don't worry about your friend here," Voldemort's hand gesturing toward Cedric, as Harry watched helplessly, speechless. "We shall not let him go to waste." Nagini moved to wrap herself around his body, Voldemort's attention once more fixated on Harry.

"Any last words before the photoshoot?" Voldemort asked mockingly, stabbing his wand at Harry's scar. A new wave of pain flashed through Harry.

"You won't win, Voldemort. There is too much good to stand against you. Witches and wizards, magical creatures and species, we won't give you your victory!" seethed Harry. Voldemort chuckled, lowering his arm, then walked over to retrieve Harry's wand, gazing at its wonder. The brother wand.

"Perhaps. Though you give far too much credit to that headmaster of yours. Even now, he is being dealt with by my most loyal," remarked Voldemort, fear churning torrentially through Harry's body. Almost as an afterthought, "Oh, and your friends, I will enjoy the pleasure of their company, Harry." Harry screamed out a cry of defiance, even as he lay powerless next to Tom Riddle's grave.

"Now. Let's begin, shall we?"

A flash of green light filled Harry's vision, and he knew no more.

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It was with that image a terrified 10-year-old boy shot up from his makeshift bed in a cupboard under the stairs.

"Not again, not again..." murmured a sweaty Harry Potter, his arms limply folding in front of his chest, as he tried to wish away the cold, murky feeling of that awful scene.

"What is happening to me?" he panted slightly, silently collapsing back down, vivid green eyes focusing on the light bulb, now on, above him.

"Avada Kedavra..." Harry whispered feverishly, as he groggily closed his eyes, and drifted back to sleep, the light above him slowly dimming to nothingness.

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A/N: So ends the prologue. We will begin with Harry's 4th year, but how this dream will affect him and his choices, is what this story is all about. Pairing-wise, it will be as realistic and drawn out as possible. None of the "I love you's" one chapter after characters meet. Harry's relationships will be strewn throughout the story, but will not be the focus of the plot.

A/N: I am also working on two other HP stories, so keep an eye out for them!

1) Unstoppable, Rated T. OUT NOW! Summary: All was lost. Albus Dumbledore, Britain's champion, fell to the Dark Lord Grindelwald. Now, in a world ravaged by Dark Wizards and Creatures alike, a messy-haired young man became the unlikeliest of heroes. AU, begins Post-Hogwarts years. Similar love interests to Foreknowledge.

2) A Stopper in Death, Rated T. Coming Sometime! Summary: A HP/Star Wars crossover. Grieving the tragic loss of the love of his life, 30-year-old Harry Potter finds himself whisked away to a galaxy far, far away. Wandering the fiery chasms of Mustafar, he stumbles upon a duel for the ages. Merlin, is this Hell? Harry/eventual Padme Amidala

A/N: Oh! If you're looking for more (and probably better) fanfiction stories, go to my profile to check out my C2, ORDER OF STORIES! No. 5 in subscribers, Top 25 in Archive size. For my top choices, check out the C2: Order of Stories: Chamber of Selections, also on my profile page.