Prologue

"Faust is the protagonist of a classic German legend; a highly successful scholar but one dissatisfied with his life who therefore makes a pact with the Devil, exchanging his soul for unlimited knowledge and worldly pleasures." (Wikipedia)

Faust, perhaps, is not the most accurate name for our protagonist. You see, our Faust never made a pact; he never grew old enough to. Because our Faust died the night he lived.

As the wizards and witches of Britain celebrated the abrupt end of a dark lord—and as Britain's neighbors celebrated with relief the end of a possible international threat—their beacon of light was being carted through the frigid October air on an airborne motorbike. The giant who drove said motorbike had been expelled from school before even taking his OWLs; he could start a fire and ward off dark creatures, but Rubeus Hagrid had never learned a simple heating charm. Albus Dumbledore might've been able to trust his groundskeeper to deliver the infant, but he made his biggest mistake to date when he did little more than glance over the child before leaving him alone with nothing but a blanket for warmth and a letter for relatives the boy wouldn't live to meet.

Fate reshuffled her deck with a huff; Dumbledore cost her quite a bit of planning, and wasted her turn to boot. She'd had the child's life planned up to him being married and having children, and all it would have taken is the right kind of prodding. However, her companion smiled. It was Death's turn now.

Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, died that night on a muggle doorstep. And thus, Faust was born.