Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter (J.K Rowling) or Brenda Potter (Dramagirl007) please review and CONSTROCTIVE criticism is good. I do not like my work to be down graded. I work hard to do this, I want to be a writer when I grow up. It might happen it might not I don't care but please don't make me feel bad or at least say it nicely. I have feelings and it really hurts because I have like on friends during the summer and last summer I got super depressed. So please do not bring me down.

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~ Raqule Finke

THE FATES WEAVING

Harry walked under the canopy of stars, his heart pounding. Professor Snape had just given him his childhood memories of Lily, along with the message Dumbledore left for him. Now he was walking the lonely road to his death by Tom Riddle's hand. As he walked, he saw Neville crying holding a dead Luna and Hermione kneeling next to him and trying comfort.

"Neville, she died a hero's death, one that she was worthy of. Now everyone will know her not as Loony Lovegood by has the brave warrior Luna Lovegood."

"Hermione, how I can ever move on when I never got to tell her how I feel for her."

As he turned away, Harry felt his heart go out to the young man, his friend, that was now crushed because of him: The-Boy-Who-Lived. This is why he had to go, to prevent any more horror for the rest of his friends and all of magical Britain. Too many lives had been lost Mooney, Tonks, and Fred where at the top of the list. Mooney and Tonks were leaving behind a young son; another orphan, a victim of the war.

The Forbidden Forest loomed in front of him the moonlight casting forbidding shadows that could harbor any dark creature. As he walked he could almost hear voices in the whispering wind. Harry stopped walking standing in front of a clearing. In front of a dying fire there stood a cloaked figure. As he moved forward he heard a SNAP in the dark night. The cloaked figures head snapped up reviling a pair of red eyes.

"Harry Potter" Tom Riddle said, "The-Boy-Who-Lived, dying never knowing the truth."

There was a flash of green light, then nothing.

Harry awoke in someone's arms. His eyes opened to instantly be blinded by the bright light. As his eyes adjusted the first thing he saw was the long red hair, then a face like porcelain smooth and flawless except a star shaped scar on her forehead, a smile, and finally the warm brown eyes and she reminded him of someone, in a distant memory. The memory was foggy but as he thought about it the clearer it became. Soon he remembered where he saw her. The night his parents died there had been, in the corner of his eye a flash of red. He remembered a wail that had accrued after he had been hit.

"Sorry Harry, but I have to move quickly. With the fourth deathly hallow, The Fate's Weaving, I will send you back in time to change history. First you must save my life that Dumbledore stole from me because I hold the key to Fred Weasly's fate. Then stay away from Ronald Weasly and Dumbledore. Finally stay close to Neville, Hermione, and Luna; they will help you in your and my time of need."

"Wait! What is yor name?" Harry said

"My name? Brenda Lillian Potter." the now proclaimed Brenda said with a smile.

Then everything faded on tell everything was nothing.