The Fates have always watched him. From the moment of his birth throughout his years until now, in the heat of the Great Battle that always will be remembered as the day when freedom finally started. They knew from the moment he took his first breath, that he was destined for great things. Yes, he would be great, but he wouldn't have it easy. That was something that they couldn't prevent, much to their deep sorrow.
They saw him becoming an orphan as his parents were violently ripped away from his life. They saw people thinking they knew what was best and put him in the care of the only family he had left. Funnily enough, care wasn't really something Harry could relate with them.
They saw his joy when he was told he was special, apparently exactly like his parents. And they certainly saw the tears in his eyes from happiness when he, for the first time in his life, heard words that didn't describe his parents as lazy, drunk, good for nothing and a shame for the society.
They saw his awe when he saw Hogwarts together with his first ever friend. They saw he and his new best friend bonding with the girl that later will be known as the brains of The Golden Trio, over a situation that only his luck could get them into. They saw friendships develop, love blossoming and enemies being forgiven.
But they also saw tests, pain and sorrow. Ripping their watch too soon of his innocence, not giving any opportunity to understand what's happening, making him growing up too quickly, giving no chance at being a child. They wept as they saw him suffering, for they knew what he felt, for they knew they couldn't do anything about his pain.
But now, everything would end. Or maybe just start? Freedom was just a few spells away. All the Horcruxes of that vile creature were destroyed. Even the one in their little one's scar, that was something they had made sure of. They maybe couldn't meddle with the living things, but when something was cheating Death, they got one chance to interfere. And that one chance they had to choose carefully. So when they saw him going, ready to sacrifice his life for the happiness of his loved ones, they intervened with Death's plan and he lived.
And now the only thing that they could do, was watching proudly how the one who lived through so many things, the one who lost so many but still kept going on, brought peace to the people and especially himself who deserved all of it.
"Avada Kedavra!" "Expelliarmus!"
The Fates smiled as the first of many celebrations begun. And they saw all was good.
Okay, wow, this is my first fic ever! I know I have already fics on my profile, but most of them aren't mine (my sister who doesn't want to make a profile) or it's not originally mine, just translated. But now I have for the first time written a story myself. And in English that is! You have to know English isn't my native language.
So please, please, please, please! Let me know what you think: good, bad, wonderful, worst ever... Or some more original things ;-)
Also let me know if you spot some grammar or spelling mistakes.
Bye bye and maybe until next time :P