i Prologue

It had been a long year, but finally the final battle would commence. The battle to end all battles that would decide the fate of the wizarding world would reside on the shoulders of two men and two men only, and only then decided by who could defeat the other first. These two men would be the savior of the light, a man, barley, in the age of body, but whose mind soul was more seasoned than any other on earth from the experiences of his short seventeen year life. The second was the lord of the dark, a man, barely by any cense of the word, whose mind and soul and become so twisted and cold that they have ceased to be anything short of demonic. If the savior should win the magical world would finally experience an age of peace and advancement. However; if the lord of the dark should prevail the magical and muggle world alike would be ushered into an age of darkness and chaos worse than the muggle burning times of old. But who would win? No one knows, father time is not so quick to give up his secrets, we will simply see what unfolds in this date, space, and time.

Prologue ends /i

"Harry, mate you need to go to bed and rest of the duel tomorrow."

Harry looked up from the window looking out over the grounds of Hogwarts to the voice by the stairs to the boy dorm to see his best mate of seven years, who had a look of concern on his face. "Yea, I know Ron but I just cant sleep, and I might as well be up and enjoying what could be my last night on earth instead of up their trying to sleep when it refuses to come."

"We can give you a sleeping draught, you need to at least to get some sleep tonight," said Ron coming closer to his best friend growing more concerned.

"No, I want to be clear headed when I face him in the morning," said Harry looking back over the grounds.

"Harry why don't you just call it off most of us do not know why you accepted the challenge to a duel when you-know-who offered it anyways. If fact Hermione and I don't really know completely why either," stated Ron sitting down in chair that was next to Harry's.

"Because, Ron we don't know if we have the strength to beat Voldemort and he doesn't know if he has the strength to beat us in battle. This duel is the fastest way to defeat him and the death eaters until we can figure out a way to make sure he has no way to get back and all of the order and ministry as well as the death eaters have promised not to physically interfere with the duel." snapped Harry as he turned and stared at Ron, until he turned his attention back out the window to the full red tinged moon and smirked. "Well look at that a Blood full moon Trelawney said one time that when that occurs someone significant will die the next day, she must be shooting back a glass of cooking sherry because she's going to predict something right for the second time in her life."

"Harry please, call off the duel there has to be another way to defeat him!" pleaded Ron.

"No, you know as well as I that the first time Voldemort came and tried to kill me when I was a child he transferred not only some of his powers to me but also a piece of his soul accidentally making me a whorecux. The only way for him to truly be dead for me and the other whorecuxes to be destroyed, but right now all we can hope to do is for me to kill him destroy the other whorecuxes and then see how I can remove his soul from me, and if I fail well that's just one less for you guys to destroy," said Harry as if it was nothing.

"Harry…"

"Just stop Ron; I'll be up in bed as soon as I'm feeling tired, ok?"

"All right Harry, night mate," said Ron as he headed back up the stairs.

"Night Ron," Harry Replied.

Harry sat there looking out at the night sky and the moonlit grounds tinged red with the color of the moon. Until he felt a hand on his shoulder, "I said I'll go to bed when I'm ready Ron," snapped Harry as he turned to look at the owner of the hand. "Oh it's you, what are you still doing up?"

"Hi Harry, I may be asking you the same thing, and apparently I'm not the only one to ask you that question right," said the redhead taking a seat.

"What gave you the first clue Gin?" asked Harry with a smirk looking into the chocolate eyed freckle faced redhead.

"Oh, just a hunch Harry," said Ginny looking at the brunette teen standing up and holding out her hand. "Come on Harry lets get to bed."

"I'm not tired Ginny, but go on to bed if you want," said Harry giving her a warm smile.

"Well, then we don't have to sleep we can do something else," she replied pulling Harry's face to look at her own and leaning down for a kiss.

"Ginny don't," said Harry shifting to avoid her lips.

"Why not we are all alone?" asked Ginny.

"You know why, I don't want you to get hurt," he replied.

"I won't get hurt Harry, tomorrow your going to defeat Voldemort," Ginny said her chocolate doe eyes starting to tear up.

"And if I don't?" asked Harry.

"If you don't, then I want us to at least have this one night together," cried Ginny tears coming freely now as she threw her arms around her neck.

"Sh sh sh sh Ginny its going to be ok," cooed Harry rubbing her back. "You're not thinking straight you need to go to bed and sleep."

"No no no, I want you to come with me and stay the night with me," sobbed Ginny.

"Ginny, look at me," said Harry pulling Ginny's eyes to meet his. "You need sleep you're a nervous wreck and you not thinking straight, doing it now wouldn't be right."

You always have to do the right thing don't you Harry?" asked Ginny still looking into his emerald depths.

"Of course I do, I'm the good guy remember," replied Harry giving a cheeky grin.

Ginny gave a giggle, "You always seem to make me laugh Harry."

Harry brushed a piece of hair out of Ginny's face and stroked her cheek, "I'm glad I can at least, go ahead and sleep Ginny."

"Ok, night Harry," said Ginny getting up and heading for the girls dorm.

"Night Gin," replied Harry as she made her way up the staircase.

When Harry heard the door of Ginny's dorm close he got up from his seat and headed for the portrait whole. Once out into the corridor Harry just roamed the upper floors of the castle not caring who saw him. At one point in time right by the picture of Merlin on the sixth floor he came across Mrs. Norris who was directly in his path looking at him without blinking. "Go ahead and run off to tell Filch you know he can not and will not do anything about it," Harry said looking directly into the cat's silted pupils.

Mrs. Norris looked at Harry for a few more seconds before simply bowing its head.

Harry bent down and scratched the cats head until it gave a delightful purr, "Now you run along now and stalk mice not innocent students." Harry righted himself and continued on his path of aimless wondering without really noticing where he was going until he came to a dead end. "Bloody hell I'm lost, I haven't got lost in this bloody castle since fourth year," he said to himself wile patting his pockets, "and wouldn't you bloody know it, I don't have the map with me, I'm going to be wondering around the dam castle till this time tomorrow trying to find my way back." Harry muttered to himself and started back the way he had come until he heard a small thud that stopped him in his tracks. Harry slowly looked back to see the all too familiar latter leading up to the tower classroom. "Well, I must be in the north tower it won't take me to long to get back to the common room now," Stated Harry, as he started walking back down the corridor to the common room.

"Harry, Harry, come to me Harry," came a ghostly whisper from the top of the stairs.

"What the hell, whose there," Harry called out slowly drawing his wand.

"Harry, Harry, come to me Harry," came the same whisper.

"Ok, I'm coming," Harry called up the trap door he walked over to the latter and climbed up them slowly, when he was about three fourths the way up he extended his wand and muttered "Lumos," instantly light shot out of his wand and into the trap door illuminating a area of the room. Harry climbed up the last of the rungs trying his best to keep the light shining in the room. Harry finally made it up into the darkened room of the Divination tower only to find it deserted. "Hello anyone here?" asked Harry as he shined his light over the tables, cabinets, chairs, and Professor Trelawney's rocker but still no one to be seen or heard. "Is anyone here! I swear to god Ron, if this is a joke I'm going to kill you," yelled Harry.

"Hello, Mr. Potter it's about time you got here," said a voice from behind; Harry instantly turned around and pointed his illuminated wand straight into the face of Professor Trelawney. "Now, Mr. Potter I don't believe that force would be necessary," she said devoid of her usual mystical tone and with a snap of her scrawny finger a fire lit in the grate and the lamps and candles flickered to life.

Harry lowered his wand sheepishly, "Sorry Professor."

"No need, to apologies boy, I knew full and well that would happen, now take a seat and have some tea," she said nonchalantly once again devoid of her mysterious tone she was notorious for.

Harry looked down to see that there was a table with tea and a nice comfy arm chair and took offered the seat but hesitated before taking the tea. "Do not worry boy I foresaw that you may not want to deal with tea leaves so I used tea bags this time, now drink up," she snipped.

"Yes, I suppose you could with as well developed as your inner eye is and all," Replied Harry while trying to keep as much sarcasm out of his voice and then took a drink of tea enjoying the sweet taste.

"No, Mr. Potter not this time, when I said foresaw and knew I guess should have said figured I mean even someone with their inner eye nailed shut should be able to figure that a person who could face death at any moment would be quick to draw especially in a dark room, and as far as the tea bags go I just thought it would be best seeing how much detest you had for tea leaf readings in class," she said taking a sip of her own tea.

"Professor, I just have to ask you something."

"Let me guess your wondering why I'm not talking like I normally do," she replied looking at Harry over her ridiculously thick glasses.

"Well yes, but how did you know, did you…" started Harry before getting cut off.

"No, I did not see that with my inner eye, once again its one of those things even the thickest of people should be able to pick up on, and just to let you know this is how I usually talk when I'm not at school" stated the teacher.

"Why don't you talk like this in your classes?" asked Harry looking confused.

"Ha, I'm a divination teacher we are all expected to be all mysteries and find omens in everything we do even in our own speech. Oh and heaven forbid let's not forget talking about all that inner eye malarkey," snapping that last sentence.

"Wait, you mean that with all that sputtering you do in class about opening your own inner eye there is no such thing?" Sputtered Harry dumbstruck.

"Oh well of coarse there is such a thing as the inner eye, but not only does it take years of pation training to open your inner eye if its not but also there is much more that just looking though it you have feel it giving your prediction, and just to let you know despite what I show in class I'm actually quite talented when it comes to divination."

Harry quickly took a drink before he could let out as much as a snicker.

"Although I don't suppose you believe me considering you were saying that I must be shooting back and extra glass of cooking sherry to celebrate a correct prediction, and that one I did see" said Trelawney.

i cough… cough… cough. /i "Professor I'm so sorry I didn't mean that I'm sorry," said Harry frantically have beating his chest several time for his tea to go down the right pipe.

"Potter you can stop lying, I know you meant it, but I can't say I could really blame anyone else for thinking that considering how much of a fraud I came off to be in class. I must say if it was anyone else who had made a crack about me and shooting back more sherry to celebrate a right prediction that comes few and far between I could understand, seeing how most of the school has come to know me as Professor Tittering Tweety Trelawney however you should have known better seeing as I was the one who delivered your prophecy and who warned you about Voldemort in fourth fifth year," ranted Trelawney, wile giving a Harry a knowing look.

'Yea, somewhere around that time… WAIT! A minute I though you never remember your prophecies or visions!" said Harry with an accusing finger.

Professor Trelawney just smiled over her teacup, "Once again another ploy, only this one is for my personal safety, people come to seers for predictions and prophecies of all kinds of natures, if a seer remembers their prophecies and visions they might just find their selves dead when it comes of more illegal and dangerious natures. Not to mention people don't tend to mind people who can't remember their own visions and act all mysterious and wacky when it comes to eavesdropping, I have delivered Dumbledore lord rest his soul and McGonagall with useful information many of times anonymously of course, but I didn't call you here to discuss my voice or my state of remembering visions."

"Why did you call me here?"

"To make a prediction for yourself that could help save yourself and the rest of the wizarding world," she stated

"Me? Make a prediction no offence professor but are you sure you haven't been hitting the cherry a little heavily tonight?" asked Harry.

"No, I mean yes, I mean I haven't even touched the sherry since before the end of last year," snapped the seemly insulted teacher. "Whatever you may think of your divination skills I have a feeling that you may be able to do it with these." The seemly bug eyed professor reached under the table and retrieved small but beautifully carved chest, she slowly raised the lid to pull out a rectangular shaped object rapped in a dark blue silk. Carefully the middle aged teacher unwrapped the top of the object to reveal a deck of cards. "I doubt if you know this Mr. Potter, but your mother was in my class. She was one of the best I have ever had for having no prior training in divination or any past relatives seasoned in the art. She was no where close to being a seer with visions and her skills with crystal balls, palms, and tea leaves were barely average, but her skills at scrying and interpreting dreams were phenomenal. However; they were nothing compared to her skill with the tarot cards, if she was any more talented at them the cards might as well have read themselves for her. I had a friend of mine make her this deck and gave it to her as a graduation gift when I witness her get not just an O but an O+ on her N.E.W.T's, doing nothing but a Tarot reading for her instructor telling her that she was pregnant with a twins. Stupid women wouldn't believe your mother until she got so frustrated at the instructor that she quite literally told her too march her happy ass down to the hospital wing and prove it, and that if her prediction was wrong she would put the T- on her record scroll personally. Poor women, the only thing she said when the tests came back true was 'give that bloody girl top marks' before she fainted on to the hospital bed in shock. The night your parents died these somehow made their way back to me and were in my rocker as you see them now when I came into make sure everything was ok when I saw a giant flash of green light from under my door in my personal chambers, and tonight I was feeling a strange pull to them and when I opened the box I saw the same green light pulsing though the silk raping. The more I thought about it the more a I realized that the light was the same color of eyes as your mothers eyes, your eyes, then it hit me the cards must be calling out for you to use them, that is why I called out to you with my mind in hopes that these card would help you defeat lord Voldemort."

"Professor I don't think that a deck of cards are going to help me do that," said Harry giving his teacher the weirdest look he had ever given her in the years of having her.

"Perhaps, Perhaps not, but what my question to you Harry is what can it hurt?" asked the teacher sliding the pack of half exposed cards toward him.

Harry looked at the cards and picked them up and fully unwrapping them, as soon as his hand touched the bare cards the deck glowed with a brilliant green light the same color green as his own eyes. With the light a sense of power and knowledge overwhelmed Harry until he had to close his eyes to focus. "What's happening?"

"You feel it don't' you?, the power of knowledge flowing though your body, overwhelming your senses," asked the teacher studying her young pupil.

"Yes, it's almost like it's in every pore of my body from my toes to the very tip of my hair," he replied eyes still closed concentrating on the power.

"Then use it, use the cards for a prediction."

"But we haven't even started doing readings in class this year all we did was go over the meanings, and if you hadn't noticed I was usually zoning out."

"Yes, I noticed, however I have a feeling the cards will speak to you and tell them what they mean, and if not I can interpret for you. So just close your eyes, think or say your question to the cards and channel your energy, then shuffle the cards until you feel like you've shuffled them enough, this isn't potions if you do something not enough or to much it won't blow up on you so just relax, then once your done shuffling place three cards next to each other and then open you eyes," said Trelawney in a calming soothing voice.

Slowly and hesitantly the boy who lived and the savior of the light starts to shuffle the deck of cards, as he gains more confidence that he won't send cards flying everywhere he picks up speed in his shuffling, as he does this a sense of calm and reassurance mixes with the feeling of knowledge of power. "Will I defeat voldemort? Will I defeat voldemort? Will I defeat voldemort?" He said out loud over and over until finally somewhere in depths of his mind a little voice said to stop shuffling, slowly Harry laid out three cards right next to each other and opened his eyes and looked at his Professor smiling face.

"Very good Mr. Potter, you are just as much of a nature as your mother when it comes to dealing the cards now lets see how you read them."

Harry looked down and focused on his first card until it filled his line of vision. The picture on the card was a man with a spiky hat with bells at the end of each spike, he was also holding a walking stick in one hand, a heavy pack on his back, and he was walking along a path that extended to the end of the card. The caption on top of the card read the Fool, "The Fool, that's real assuring," Harry muttered voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Oh, stop being such a bloody wet blanket Potter, what did I tell you about just looking at a sign, don't just look feel it, reach out with you mind and what do you sense?"

Harry slowly opened his mind and focused the card, a sudden feeling a weariness overwhelmed his body like he had just walked along way and was searching for something, "I feel exhausted as if I have been walking all day for a long time searching for something when I focused on the card, does the fool mean traveling Professor? He asked looking at the mousy women again with a look of wondering on his face.

Professor Trelawney smile grew bigger until it took up her whole face, "Very good my dear lad, the fool usually represents the person doing the reading or asking the question, is going on a long journey or quest along the path of life, in this position the Fool is represents the past meaning that you have already completed or are near completion of a journey or quest, which makes since as your duel with the dark lord is at dawn, Now what about the next card?"

Harry looked at the next card that was situated in the middle of the three. It was a regal but kind looking woman with long black hair cascading down her shoulders, in one upturned palm was a star placed in a circle, she was perched nobly on a throne clad in a flowing robe. On top of her head sat a delicate gold grown with the same star in a circle on in the center. The caption read the Queen of Pentacles, as he did with the fool he focused on the card, instantly he was smothered with the feeling of being in a warm comforting embrace as if nothing in the universe could hurt him, "I feel protected completely as if I'm safe from everything that could hurt me, like a child would feel being rapped in his mothers arms."

"A very good and accurate interpretation Harry, the Queen of Pentacles is usually presented as the great mother and like a mother she symbolizes protection. In this position she represents present and near future protection. Which means that the powers are more than likely with you because of your previous card the Fool represents not only a great journey but you as well, what about your last card?" she asked her smile getting even bigger if possible.

Harry looked at his last card which pictured two people naked from the waist up in a loving embrace in a beautiful garden; the caption above said the Lovers. As with the last two cards Harry focused on the picture on the card, as before he was filled with another feeling instantly, he was once again enveloped in an embrace. Only this one was different instead of the calming peace that accompanied the last card this one made his skin heat up with passion and instead of feeling protected he felt the need to protect the other being embracing him from harm. "I feeling like I'm in a hug like the last time only in this one my skin is on fire, and I feel like I'm ready to tear someone apart if they try to take the person away from me," he said seriously looking at his professor as soon as the sentence left his mouth the three cards levitated and joined the rest of the deck, the cards instantly pulsed with the same green light when Harry touched them, the deck slowly lifted up and the blue silk wrapped itself around them again and they floated back to the box from where they had came. The feeling of knowledge and power slowly left Harry's body leaving him exhausted.

"Aw just as I though you are just as good if not better than you mother at reading the cards they speak to you just like they did for her, The Lovers card is actually self explanatory they mean feelings of romantic love, and in that position it means near to distant future, which could either mean you will meet that person in the near or distant future or you already know them and will lover each other for a very long time. Feeling tired Harry?" asked the Professor with a peculiar tone in her voice.

"Yea," Harry replied simply and looked into his Professor's face at the strange tone in her voice only to see a strange twinkle in her over magnified. "What did you do to me Professor?" he asked feeling betrayed.

"Nothing bad my boy I can assure you that, you know that you will defeat the dark lord now I merely gave the means of finding out how," she answered and snapped her fingers and Harry was on a comfy couch a little way from the table.

She got up and walked over to the boy and pulled a light blanket over the boy. "Sweet dreams Mr. Potter they hold the fate of us all," was the last thing Harry heard before he let his mind fall into the deep abyss of sleep.