So guess who can never stick to a plan: Me! Because I'm terrible and recently reread my old work of Avenging Angel to see where to pick off, I noticed it has so many glaring errors and ridiculous plot issues that a two year old might as well have wrote it. I mean, the Avengers attacking little Harry for no reason? Ridiculous. So I'm going to start improving that while my mind struggles to adapt to the new plot of Fire, Ice, And Blood.

Avenging Glory

Warnings: Child abuse, torture/experimentation, fantasy violence/gore, potential and probable slash in later chapters

Preface: Destiny Calling

Dark summer's eves at Hogwarts weren't always pleasant. In fact, they rarely were, young Harry Potter was discovering. His third year at Hogwarts had not ended well at all, his godfather was on the run, his favourite teacher had left, the man who betrayed his parents was still free, and he himself was recovering from the shock of dementors. Still.

He sat by the Black Lake, contemplating life when he saw a star in the evening sky shoot over the lake.

He couldn't resist, if magic was real, who's to say wishing on a dying star was such a crime?

"I wish I didn't have to go back to the Dursleys tomorrow..." He whispered, watching the star's path. He was shocked to see it flicker, seeming to flare brighter for a moment, as if accepting this wish.

That was the last thing Harry saw before his vision faded away into nothingness.

Be careful what you wish for.