Crack in the Line

Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter or anything pertaining to that series, they are the property of J. K. Rowling. The idea for this work is also not my own, it belongs to a book called A Crack in the Line by Michael Lawrence as well as being influenced by a fellow author o this site (although I can't remember their name or the name of their story or I would give them the credit). I do own my OCs and their lives, that is all.

"…speech…"

'…thoughts…'

"…reading…"

Prologue: Theory

For some, life is just a simple journey from birth to death to whatever happens after that point. Some have more exciting lives than others. Some have relatively 'normal' lives, although the definition for normal varies within tandem to what happens to be the fad of any particular year. Still others live relatively boring lives. Whichever type of life a person tends to lead, each react to said journey in a different manner. Some are content with what they have while others are dissatisfied greatly while still others don't particularly care one way or the other. Whether or not people like the way their lives go it is always up to them to decide how they will respond to whatever comes their way. The responses will always be varied, even if the circumstances are the same. What one person may decide as a course of action another might not even consider much less do. Each event in our lives shapes who we are as we allow it to do so.

It is these choices, it is often said, that define who we are and how others view us. What would happen if we had chosen a different way to act after the fact? What would happen if we waited a moment longer before deciding on something? What would happen if you didn't decide to forgive and, instead, hated a person for the rest of your natural life? What if you did forgive? What if someone else changed how they treated you? Contrary to popular belief, it isn't just our own actions that determine who we are, but also the choices of those around you, and even those that you haven't even met yet. How do these things affect our lives?

There are so many different possibilities to life. It is often said that said possibilities are endless, that a different universe exists for each decision made, or at least for the more difficult ones. That there is a vague yet powerful line between each reality.

What if there was a crack in that boundary? What if there were those that could traverse that split in reality? Would the balance be thrown? Would the cracks spread until everything was threatened? Would all life, existence, cease to exist?

Or would a simple crack in the line be beneficial in helping others be more aware of how they act?

What can be said about a simple or not so simple crack in the line between one reality and another? What is so different between one place and another? Some things can go one way or another, a fifty-fifty chance of happening one way or another.

…………………………………………………

There was a flare of light as a portion of the room erupted in flame. The flame spat out a 16-yearl-old looking young man. His grey robes were a little worn looking, but one could see that it was a result from wearing them through stressful moments and not from age. If anything the robes were of a high quality used by most aurors would wear. He had on muggle clothing underneath the partially closed robes that spoke in the same theme. His hair was black with a sprinkling of gray at the temples and clear blue eyes that spoke with more wisdom than shone on his youthful face. It was as if he was older than the 16 years that his body spoke him to be, old enough to have lived through a war yet young enough to have only seen the tale end instead of being born in the middle of it.

He had a wakizashi strapped to his waist inside his robes on his right and a wand holster on the left. His hair was cut short so as not to get in the way but framed his piercing blue eyes that scanned the room he was in carefully, looking for any danger before relaxing his guarded posture enough to put his companions at ease.

The first one that he made eye contact with was a magnificent bird that lit on his shoulder, folding her graceful wings back as she found her balance. She was about the size of a large falcon and her feathers were a silver black that few had ever seen before with red highlights streaked here and there. Her eyes were a dark emerald that was almost as piercing as the blue ones in the face of her carrier. Her gaze flitted from the one on whose shoulder she perched to their last companion and back again before nuzzling the seemingly younger man's ear affectionately.

The taller of the two humans glanced about the room as his companion's did, but relaxed as he saw the smaller man lose the guardedness that had been within his posture for months. His blue eyes were of a different shade than his partner. They held a kind of hauntedness that few had ever seen in a living person. His shoulder length black hair was sprinkled with silver a touch thicker than his short-haired companion, but pulled back at the nape of his neck. His clothing was much the same, save for the fact that his colors ran more for deep reds than the blacks and grays of the shorter male. On his left hip was a curved dagger while a broadsword was strapped across his back and his wand was in a holster on his right hip.

The older looking man made eye contact with the shorter one and shook his head slowly. The shorter smiled sadly before scratching the bird under her beak as she closed her eyes in bliss.

"Don't worry, Sirius, we'll find the right stop."

A/N: Yes, I am fully aware that I already have stories out that I haven't finished or even updated in awhile, but I just couldn't get this idea out of my head!...I swear the update for Accident is almost done...Emotionless on the other hand...