Name: Wheel of Destiny

Summary: In Harry's first year at Hogwarts the Wheel of Destiny turned and three students and another non-student were transported back in time. Time later the Wheel of Destiny turned once again and four elder adults had a BIG surprise.

So this came to me after I found all those fanfic where Harry and co. turn out to be the Founders of Hogwarts. You might be asking yourselves what makes this fanfic different? Well, I was also reading Terry Pratchett's Discworld when I began to write this so you might notice some parallels though I try to keep this free from looking like other people's work. I'll rant later on about what my reasoning is behind some of the stuff that'll be happening here, but for now I'll just shut up and let you enjoy this ridiculously short chapter.

CHAPTER 1: The Wheel turns once

Fate is a funny thing. It doesn't always have much to do, but when it does, it's a whole lot of messed up work.

Another funny thing about Fate is that it doesn't always want to work much – it hates to do much a hassle for anyone, nothing personal at all – there's a reason why most of us go through a life that isn't very much interesting and only a few ever experience something worth telling their grandchildren.

Some might call Fate unfair, or unjust, or just plain evil. Some might even call it a bitch even when they have no evidence to back up that Fate might be a woman, when it actually might be a man.

Truth is, it's neither. It's just humans thinking that because they have only two genders that the rest of the universe is also trapped limited to one of those two genders.

But never mind the sordid business of the rest of the universe, we are here to uncover the true reason why Fate only choose a few to do extraordinary things and the rest of are left to only write or read about them.

It's all because Fate is probably the laziest being to ever exist since the beginning of time – and also because it's a bitch, but who cares about the details?

Now, on one such a day on which Fate had absolutely nothing planned to aside from lying on its metaphorical couch and laze away the hours that Time had given it to live, Fortune came and poke it in its metaphorical ribs.

Fate gave a yelp and somewhere in Australia a young guy won the jackpot.

Fortune was glaring at Fate and making angry and impolite gestures with its metaphorical arms and hands.

Fate glared at Fortune with its metaphorical eyes and the same guy that had just won the jackpot in Australia was run over by a truck while crossing the street.

Time came also along and pointed at its metaphorical watch on its metaphorical wrist.

Fate frowned at both of them and gave up. And here it was trying to have a nice day – what a waste.

Fate nodded reluctantly with its metaphorical head that everything would be done accordingly.

Giving a quick holler for Destiny and its Wheel, Fate began a whole lot of intricate movements with its metaphorical body, leaving the other entities present wondering why Fate had been allowed a metaphorical body in the first place.

Destiny arrived soon enough with its Wheel and began turning at the exact moment when Fate gave it its cue.

In that exact same moment, in Scotland, in the enchanted castle of Hogwarts, between the fourth and fifth floor, on the stairs, Ron Weasley was chatting animatedly with his two friends about the upcoming Cannons Quidditch game when he placed his left foot on the next step.

CRACK.

For the first time in over amillennia since the creation of Hogwarts, one of its steps broke.

Ron flailed and tried madly to regain his balance – if there was one thing a boy learned from living in a house full of people and with many stairs, was to regain your balance when one of your brothers tripped you. So he momentarily did just that.

Fate gave a wild jolt that actually had Fortune raising a metaphorical eyebrow at it.

Ron didn't regain his balance.

He fell down and with the right momentum began to roll down the remaining steps – the shouts of his distressed friends a mere background noise as he was sure he heard more than one crack as he tumbled down.

Fate relaxed and sat back down on its metaphorical couch. Death poked its metaphorical head in, but was quickly dismissed.

The adventure, had after all, just begun.

Once again I have a first chapter that's short and I can tell you the next chapter won't be much better, but after that you'll get real long ones, and that's a promise.