Broken Prophecy

I don't own any of the charaters, except the ones you don't know.

This is something that has been jumping around in my head for a few weeks. I just had to write it.


Chapter one: Death of the Chosen One

Harry Potter-Riddle smirked as he walked down the centre of Hogsmeade, his black robes billowed behind him. Two wands gripped tightly one in each pale hand. He shivered at the screams and flashes of green that surrounded him, the smirk turned into a smile. They were winning, there wasn't anything that Dumbledore or his pathetic order could do to stop them.

"Potter!" A familiar voice called out behind him, he turned and glared at the red head and the know-it-all. He raised his wand and pointed it at them.

"It's Potter-Riddle! Weasley!" He snapped. He hadn't seen his old friends, they had been the Griffindor quartet, for seven years, not since he turned sixteen and found out about his true parentage and went to find his father. Hermione almost looked like she was going to cry. "So the Mudblood is going to cry for me, how pathetic!" She tensed at that and anger replaced the sadness. Harry laughed.

"How could you." She asked. "How could fall so far, after everything we've been though?" Harry stopped laughing and fixed her with a deadly smirk.

"You know what they say, 'Mione." He raised his wand higher. "Blood is thicker than water. AVADA KE..."

"EXPELLIARMUS!" And Harry's wand flew out of his hand.

"Shit." Harry said. Ron and Hermione turned to see their saviour. It was Neville.

"Nev! I'm I glad to see you!" Ron said.

"So the Boy-that-wouldn't-fucking-die comes to the rescue." Harry sneered. Neville looked at Harry sadly, his wand still trained on him.

"It didn't have to be this way Harry." He said. Harry spread his hands.

"This is exactly how things were meant to be, Longbottom." He said and took a step forwards. He flicked his wrist quickly and a knife appeared in his hand.

"STUPEFY!" Hermione shouted.

"Fuck!" Is all Harry could say before he was flung back into the wall of a nearby house.

"Blimey, Hermione, that was fast." Ron exclaimed.

"Thanks." Neville said. Hermione rolled her eyes. None of them noticed the snake that was making it's way to the fallen wand nearby.

"Honesty, sometime I think that if I wasn't around neither would you two." She said. Neville and Ron shifted nervously.

"Yeah, well, thanks." Neville said.

The snake reached the wand and returned to it human form. Harry grabbed his wand, waved it at Ron and Hermione, who shot backwards. Then flicked it at Neville and he smoothly caught the wand when it flew out of Neville's hand.

"Look what we have here." Harry sneered. "Defenceless Longbottom." Neville looked round to find an escape route. "Too bad Father's not here to see this." Harry smirked. "Avada Kedavra." He said lazily. The green light shot out of Harry's wand the spell hit Neville in his side as he tried to get away.

"Nooo!!" Hermione screamed as the body of the Boy-who-lived hit the ground, to the sound of Harry's insane laughter.

On a station, sitting in the space between universes, the alarms were going off at full volume. The beings that lived on the station were of the first race to ever exist, almost as old as time its self. So old that they no longer remembered where they came from. They were an immortal race, and they have had many names, Fates, Angels, Gods, but they called themselves The Guardians.. They kept a eye on all the universes and made sure that everything went as it should. Kept the needed balance, but right now the vital balance was under threat.

The man entered the bridge of the station. He winced at the alarms, and rubbed his eyes. Living forever didn't make you anymore of a morning person.

"Shut off those damn alarms!" He shouted and moments later they ceased. he sighed in relief. "Report." A woman stood.

"A universe is out of balance, Hernen." She said, Hernen growled.

"I gathered that!" He snapped and she winced. "Sorry, Illaso, which one?"

"Universe 56892, a prophecy has been broken." She said. Hernen sighed, just what he needed. They had only just solved the problem with Universe 7836. The One Ring had cause so many problems in that one. A broken prophecy was about as serious as it got. The last time that happened they had lost ten universes before they had been able to stabilise things.

"How long?" He asked.

"We're not sure, a few of that universes years, maybe less." Illaso said. "But it gets worse." Hernen groaned, how much worse could it get? "It's the Lightening Chosen Prophecy." Okay that was worse. He knew that prophecy. They all knew that one. All the wizarding universes had that one at one point in it's history. It seemed to be universal. One of the quirks of the multi-verse. In fact it was the same prophecy as last time. Not only that but there was next to no leeway in that prophecy.

"How?" Illaso opened her mouth to answer, and he shook his head. "Never mind! It's not important, right now." He rubbed his eyes again. "Get Rendis, we need a solution now, in the mean time find a way to cut that universe off from the others." He snapped and a flurry of activity followed his command. He could only hope that they could find a solution this time. The multi-verse may not survive another collapse.


There you have it. Maybe know I can concentrate on my other stories for a bit.

Don't know where I'm going with this, or if I'm going to continue it. That will be determined by the responce I get.

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