The Choice of Fate by Bubsie
I am only going to write this once so listen up. I do NOT own Harry Potter and all associated characters that you have seen before. I would love to have the royalties but since I don't I am only borrowing Harry and Co. for my own amusement.
"And out of the darkness came the hands that reached through nature, molding men."
Alfred Lord Tennyson
"Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds."
Franklin D. Roosevelt
Prologue
October 31st 1980 was like many other Halloween nights in the small village of Godric's Hollow. Children could be seen running up and down the streets begging candy from neighbors while their parents watched nearby. There were witches and ghosts and ballerinas; every creature of the imagination was represented and the villagers who opened their doors to the children were regaled with a new costume every time there was a knock.
One house on the street was not receiving any young visitors however. The children seemed to glance over it as they headed towards each new destination.
This house was special.
It was the home of James and Lily Potter and their twin sons. They were not just any family though, they were magical. The creatures that the children were dressed as were as real to them as the children themselves were. It wasn't even this though that made the house so unique; there were thousands of homes in England that housed magical people, this home was special because it was a secret.
The day was coming to a close when a beautiful red haired woman entered the room to find her husband staring out the window. He stood relaxed with his shoulder against the wall and his arms crossed over chest. The room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun and it made her husband's dark locks aflame with golden light. After a few moments the women's soft whisper broke the solitude of the room.
"What are you thinking about?"
Without turning away from his vigil at the window the dark haired man replied, "I'm imagining taking the boys out next year."
"Trick or treating?"
The man turned to face his surprised wife and gave a light shrug in response.
"You?" She stated in disbelief. "James Potter? A pureblood? Is thinking of taking his sons, the heirs of the Most Noble and Ancient House of Potter, trick or treating? A muggle tradition."
Ignoring her incredulous tone of voice he shrugged again and justified the unorthodox thought, "It looks fun."
She laughed. It was a soft melodious sound that made him smile. "It is fun," she teased. "That's why all the kids run around and laugh."
"What did you go as?" James asked more lighthearted. "Some famous muggle singer?"
Glad to see her husband more lighthearted she began to approach her husband and stepped into his warm embrace. "No." She replied with a smile. "I went as many things."
"Well," he asked affectionately with a kiss to the top of her head, "What was little Lily Evans favorite costume then?"
At the question Lily pulled away from James and looked up at her husband. "I was a ballerina," she said snootily with her nose up. After a short pause a slight smirk graced her lips and she finished her thought, "Five years in a row."
It really wasn't that funny.
Still, James couldn't help himself and he burst out laughing. Lily wasn't one to joke, but she was an insatiable tease and her timing was impeccable. After admiring his beautiful wife and imaging a red haired, green eyed imp running around in a pink and green tutu he wiped his eyes.
"Wait," he asked around another chuckle, "I didn't know you could dance."
With another musical laugh she replied with a grin. "I can't. But that is what is so fun about Halloween."
"You mean besides the free candy?"
"Yes," she smiled with a shake of her head. "Besides the free candy. You can be whoever you want to be."
Before he could properly respond James heard the crack of apparition and saw someone walking up the path. The wards were accepting so he knew it was a friend. "Elisabeth is here." he stated becoming grave once again, "You should finish getting ready."
Already missing the lighthearted moment, Lily gave her husband a small smile as he went to open the door. On her way back from grabbing her shoes Lily hesitated at the door to the nursery. Deciding to take a moment to check on the boys she slowly opened the door and slipped inside the softly lit room. Gently, she walked to the large cot that held two sleeping children and couldn't help but admire them. She really couldn't believe the two perfect little beings were hers.
Harry James Potter would be a heart breaker when he grew up. He had wild black hair and a strait nose that he inherited from his father and the vibrant green eyes that she saw in the mirror every day. Michael Evan Potter on the other hand was an adorable red head like his mother, but with his father's hazel eyes. With her pert nose and a smattering of freckles across his face he was adorable. The boys might have been twins, but they were far from alike.
As the young mother brushed the hair from their foreheads she couldn't help but feel anxious. She and her husband had not been to an order meeting in quite a few months, but an informant had given Albus information that directly involved the child of prophecy, and since her boys were two of the three candidates they needed to be there.
In the distance Lily could hear her husband call her name.
With one last glance she turned away from her sleeping children and headed down the stairs.
"Finally," James griped. "There you are."
As she reached the bottom stair her bi-speckled husband leaned over and gave her a kiss. He saw the look in her eyes however and he thought twice about leaving the boys tonight.
"Is it your spidey-sense?" He asked worried about what she could be feeling.
Lily just laughed at the term her husband used to describe her sixth sense of sorts. She wasn't a seer in any fashion, but she did know when things were about to happened, especially things of a horrible nature. Still, "I really have to stop letting you watch so much tele."
"Lils, I'm serious." He returned with a solemn expression.
"No," she reassured him, "I just wanted to check on the boys one more time, you know how I worry."
Looking at her anxious face James couldn't help but be worried also. He trusted his wife though, and he knew they had to go to this meeting so he let it go.
"I know love," he admitted. "I just don't want to be late and I am sure Elisabeth will be fine, you know how she loves watching the boys."
At her still worried look James continued, "Besides, they're asleep. How much trouble can they cause?"
At her small smile James grabbed her hand. "Come on, we need to hurry."
A moment later two cracks of displaced air could be heard from the yard and Elisabeth Cornel, the boy's godmother, was left with the sleeping children. At that moment she did not know that she would never see the morning and that when the sun rose the entire Wizarding World would be under the impression that one of the Potter boys had survived the notorious killing Curse. She would never know this because not long after Lily and James left for the order meeting the door would explode inward knocking her against the wall. She was not aware of the wand that took her life away and that would later try to do the same to the children upstairs.
She would never know how much her decision to watch the children would change the outcome of that All Hollows Eve, because, instead of Lily dying to protect her children, all that was between the boys and the evil that was Voldemort was a spoiled ritual and a prophecy.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies ..."There were three boys that had the potential to be the Dark Lord's equal, but Lord Voldemort choose to go after the half-bloods first. Voldemort had wanted to make a Horcrux with the death of the children, and though he had done this very ritual numerous times, he had unknowingly made a mistake. For a life as pure as an infant child could not possibly fuel the creation of such a vile artifact. Still, death should have been eminent, but Fate, and Magic herself, would not let her chosen be defeated so easily. So, instead of killing the child, the dark magic was absorbed and as it flooded the child's body it was transformed into something else and with a flash of silver light the magic was sent back to its caster.
A scream rent the air and a magical shockwave blew out the large windows. When the light dimmed the room was awash with magic: wild and dark. The magic dissipated quickly but not before a small amount seeped into a cut on the young gingers face. The pure magic that still surrounded the boys healed the mundane cut, but a scar, in the shape of a wide U with an intersecting line, would forever mare his cheekbone.
Later that night Albus Dumbledore examined both boys and found their magic levels similarly low. Michael's new scar however, which Dumbledore claimed was the protection rune Algiz, radiated dark, wild magic. Sure of his analysis Albus Dumbledore dismissed the unusual magical readings coming from the elder child and Michael Potter was declared the child of prophecy. As dawn approached, word spread of the attack and subsequent defeat of the Dark Lord, and all across Great Britain glasses were raised to Michael Potter, TheBoyWhoLived.
Edited and re-posted May 28th, 2014
So this story has been on hiatus for about 2 years now and it has only been the last 6 months that I have actually buckled down and started writing again. I have promised myself and my readers that I wont start posting again until it is finished and I intend to keep that promise. With that said, I figured I would start to upload some of the edited chapters and let you know I am making good progress with not only a detailed outline but also new chapters. Not sure when I will start posting new chapters but I hope by Christmas.
Every chapter has been edited, some with significant changes, and I will make sure to included the date I re-posted the chapter so you know if it is new or not. Thank you for sticking with me and hope you enjoy.
For those of you just finding this story you are in luck, unlike those who have waited for 4 years you will not have to wait nearly as long. Lucky you. Anyhoo, how do you like? I have always been a fan of Harry potter and mistakenly named boy-who-lived twin. I never cared for the fact that James and Lilly tend to neglect Harry in most of them though. That just does not seem realistic. So here is my version where Harry is loved and taken care of just as much as his twin.
If there are any questions feel free to ask (I know I had plenty of questions and I am the one writing it). There are reasons for almost everything and though I might not have explained it fully, there are reasons and if it doesn't give anything away I will answer any questions.
So here are a few things that I should get out of the way. This is not a romance story…I might include some, but If I do it will be a non cannon ship.
There will be no slash, I'm just not into writing it, so don't ask.
Also, critiques are fine, but if it starts with "your story is crap or horrible" then you really are pathetic and need to get a life. If you don't like it, don't read it. And leaving a flame doesn't do anything for you and just gets me riled up, so for the sake of my husband, please don't.
Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed and leave a review…Toodles
