This is the prologue of this fic, it will coverthe periode from the marauders years of school to Harry's seventh year, I had made some changes to the first chapter, and the second would be ready some time this week. I hope you'll enjoy it like my other stories. For all my readers, I love Harry potter and Pretender fandom, and I find that a crossover could really good between them. I write my stories to motivate other talented authors to try this new ideas, because we have seen all but that tried in fanfictions. Please leave a review to tell me your opinions. I'd love to let others use my ideas if they found them good.
Prologue
The final battle had just ended. Harry was releaved that Voldemort was dead. He was sad that so many good people had to die to end the war. He had just left Dumbldor office heading to the grryffindor common room. He had at first wanted to hide the stone and the wand immediately after the end of the battle, but he was very tired, so he decide to rest befor doing so. He knew that he would be confortable there, and he felt he need to think about all that had happened.
He had learned soon after the fight had end that the Dursleys had died in a car crash, it was sad yet ironic that his only living relatives had died the day of his birthday and in the same manner they had told him his parents had died by all those years ago. He didn't regretted Vernon, but he felt that Dudley and Petunia had tried to redeem themself to him.
He also thought about Snape. His heated profeesor had been on his side all this time and nobody had suspected a thing. He done that because he had loved Harry's mother all those years.
He didn't know why but he soon began thinking about those two. Petunia and Snape, they had a connection to his mother nobody other has, they had both knew her like nobody knew her. And they had both been bitter after her death. He wished that they had been different,that they had made different choices, that they had lived, and that they had told him about her. He wished that they had a second chance, maybe his life would have been different then. He would have loved to see what his life would have been with a different Petunia and Snape arround.
What he didn't know was that his wiches would become real. The power of the three hallow was a very mysterious thing. And with the three togheter in the hand of one master, their power exceeded the traditional magic.
Harry Potter would get his wiches, and he would see his life with a different Petunia and Snape.