The Price of Love

By: Elina Peverall

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, all credits goes to the author J K Rowling. Thank you for giving me the inspiration to write this.

AN: Just to be clear with everyone this is a rewrite of my original The Price of Love. Since it's a rewrite it will be very similar to the original. One of the more obvious changes is the name of Harry's younger brother is now Jamie.

7/25/18 Updated Prologue. (Changed a few things from the original prologue rewrite of this story)

Prologue

"Is there no other way?" Harry asked, his voice carrying over the forest. Across from him the woman or hag as he'd like to call her gave him a mocking smirk. She looked at him with a piercing stare, her dull and lifeless eyes looking at his own emerald green.

She answered with a mocking voice, "Around the prophecy? No." Before he could question her she continued changing her voice to a serious tone, "One of them must die, that is what the prophecy decreed."

Harry sighed, his fears having been confirmed. He knew what would happen if someone tried to evade a prophecy.

Said person would end up fulfilling it themselves. Hence the term; a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Something that Harry would try his best to avoid. After all, he was here to ensure his family's safety in the upcoming war. Not to endanger it.

Annoyed with her cryptic remarks he asked the question he feared the answer to, "So my brother will die?"

"Either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives. At least one of them must die at the hand of the other." And as if to correct him she stressed her next words carefully. "Should the chosen one stated in the prophecy fail, then yes your brother will die."

No, there's got to be another way. Harry clenched his fists, deep down he had expected her answer. But her confirmation was what drove him to the harsh reality. Would Jamie be able to defeat him? To even kill him? Guilt clenched his stomach as he realized how very little faith he had in Jamie defeating him. It was why he was doing this in the first place, the plans he made, the training and research for the upcoming war that was no doubt to arrive soon. Did his brother even have a chance against Voldemort?

Suddenly Harry halted his train of thought. Why would she say it like that? 'Should the chosen one stated in the prophecy fail, then yes your brother will die.' The way she stated it was if his brother wasn't the…..

No it can't be. Does she know something he wasn't aware of? Curiously he looked at her, "There's more isn't there? To the prophecy I mean?"

She laughed at his response, as him he had said a joke. Waving her pale hand she approached him slowly, "Not exactly. The prophecy is quite simple compared many others. It's just the way you people interpret them that makes it seem… difficult, complicated or like you said; having something more to it."

"What do you mean interpreted wrong? I know the prophecy states someone who has the power to destroy Voldemort."

"Surely as determined as you are now you should have figured it out sooner."

Harry was getting more confused the longer he talked to her. Why couldn't she just answer the question directly rather than asking a question herself?

"Just say it already. It's clear I don't know what you're talking about.

With his reply the woman looked at him, a strange smile on her face, "Tell me Harry, did Dumbledore tell you exactly what the prophecy entailed?"