Author's Notes: Well, my first fanfic. I have a rough framework for this story but there are some blanks, so if somewhere through you have suggestions, go ahead and offer them. Don't be mad if I don't take them though. Oh, and I'm not a complete HP fan, so sorry if I get some details messed up. I hope for this story to be the first of a nice trilogy, and part of an epic project involving writing other stories from other novels. More on that when I have stuff cleared out.

Anyway, here's a nice, simple, prologue to things.

Disclaimer: Like all other fanfic writers, I own nothing. Characters, places and just about everything belong to the author. Later in the story, when I "burrow" characters from other novels, same rule applies.

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Sixteen years ago…

Green particles floated in the air as a queer company of friends congregated at Godric's Hollow. Alongside Albus Dumbledore were a large wolf and an orange dragon.

"Dumbledore, what do expect us to do?" growled the heavily scarred grey wolf.

"A wizard must be appointed, by us three, no less, so that when Voldemort returns, this world will be ready to face him." Rumbled the reptilian beast, looking at the baby cradled in his wings.

Dumbledore then nodded, following the dragon's gaze, and asked "But who? We must choose one who has undying hatred for Voldemort and all that is evil. We must choose one who has the blood of bravery and honour. We must choose one who will be protected till the time has come."

At this point, the infant let out a painful cry from its slumber in the wings of the dragon.

"Dumbledore you cannot be serious! This great evil has stolen his family and condemned him to an exiled existence, should we take whatever is left of his life as well?" The wolf stated with his eyes narrowed.

The dragon let out a sigh. "This infant has been robbed of his parents and all that is dear to him, and the love of his parents will protect him. How is appointing him any other different from appointing another? He has felt the pain of the darkness at a personal level. He is fit for the responsibility."

After a few moments silence, the wolf turned to the old wizard and asked "Was there not another who fit the role? The one whose parents were tortured by the fiend to the point of insanity?"

At this Dumbledore's forehead furrowed for a few seconds. Neville Longbottom. Several days ago they had gone to rescue the child from the Death Eaters which had gone to torment his parents. Even as he relived the experience, Dumbledore knew that Neville was not the one.

"Yes, Neville has gone through much pain, but he has never seen Voldemort, let alone witnessed his defeat. Harry, on the other hand…" Dumbledore's voice trailed as his hand stroked the boy's head. He then took a breath as he withdrew his hand. "There are many things about this boy which I believe will be revealed in time. He will change the world, what your call a ta'veren. In a year he can change the world in a greater way than a hundred wizards could in a lifetime. And yet…"

"No one is able to walk through the Darkness unscarred, Dumbledore, but I believe that, for now, this is the best choice we have. This encounter has established a bond between the dark wizard and the child. Guide him carefully, Dumbledore; his power will be great, but it could well turn him away from the Light" Rasped the wolf.

The dragon nodded in agreement, and Dumbledore began to utter a minute's worth of incomprehensible words, after which he touched the boy's forehead, causing a bright blue glow. When he was done, the dragon took up the chant, releasing an orange glow as his tongue rested on the boy's forehead. This was lastly followed by the wolf who caused a grey radiance from his muzzle.

The dragon then created a large, orange disc swirling with different hues of the colour. Before stepping through it, though, the wolf turned to Dumbledore.

"Raise him well. The evil here is great."

They then made their way through the portal before it snapped shut. Dumbledore sighed, before releasing a silver wisp from his wand which flew far off into the distance.

Several minutes later, a man twice the size of a regular human came by on a red motorbike.

"No time for questions, Hagrid. They will be answered soon enough. Right now, what need you to do is deliver this child to Number 4 Privet Drive, along with this note…"

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Author's Notes: Okay, I don't expect anyone to review as this is a new, small, prologue. Still, any criticism like wrong paragraphing or whatever is nice, since I'm quite new to the system.

I'll try to update whenever I can, but I'm a really busy student, and I'm not eager to get shelled at by my teacher just because I wanted to update a day earlier, just to prepare you. However, that makes me treasure the faithful reviewers even more. 