A/N: I feel terrible for deleting Mayhem, but honestly, I just wasn't happy with it. I felt like I wouldn't be able to do what I wanted with how it was. I'm changing the story completely, and I hope my old readers will still find something to enjoy from it.

Summary: Harry Potter had always been special; touched by the Gods some would say. The Gods of old have taken a special interest in him. Watch how he grows into a warrior as he is taken down a path that breaks down the walls of the magical realms. AU and some OOCness along with some OC's thrown in.

Dedicated to Miss Selah, who was the first person to introduce me to our beloved
And to my best friend Crystal, who has been and will stay my sounding board for the writing process.

Season for Change
Prologue

There were three figures seated along a small dining table. There was little light available, save for the single candle in front of a woman who looked to be well into her fifties, with streaks of grey running through her dark tresses. Her eyes were milky white with blindness and yet she saw more than most. To her left was a much younger looking woman with hair the color of starlight and crystal blue eyes. She was leaning back against her chair, hand hovering above a sheet of parchment while words wrote themselves out beneath her palm.

To her right was a semi-muscular man with hair much like her own, although his was jet black with highlights of silver instead of streaks from old age. His eyes were also a crystal blue, frosted with hints of grey. He was leaning forward, elbows on the table with his hands clasped in front of him.

The three immortals were practically radiating tension. Just moments before, the older woman's head had fallen back and her white eyes glowed with power. The vision had hit her hard and left a deep imprint on her soul.

The child known as Harry Potter was in grave danger. His fate broke the most sacred rule of all the realms:

Children are sacred.

Everyone had heard his tale; no mortal—excluding those favored by the Gods—had ever survived the Killing Curse at such a young age. At this time, Harry Potter was just about to turn ten years old; just one year before the severely misguided Albus Dumbledore had him in his clutches.

"Cassandra," the silver haired woman folded the parchment into a paper plane, "How did this go unnoticed?" The paper plane floated above the palm of her hand. She tapped a corner with her finger and the plane multiplied into a dozen individual planes that slowly vanished.

"Think about it Gwen," the man spoke, "when's the last time any of our kind interfered with the English? Not since your little 'bout of sickness back in the 1300's."

"Hey! I was under the influence and it was just one time! And besides, they were asking for it. Anyway, Alek," her gaze hardened into steel, "now that the plans have been sent, I have work to do." Rising from her seat, she affectionately kissed the crown of The Great Cassandra.

Nodding in agreement, her twin also stood from his seat and let the shadows embrace him. "I'll speak to Charlene and the boys," his voice echoed around them, "They need to know what we have planned."

The light of the candle was snuffed out, and only silence remained.

A/N: I've finished chapter one, but it's still under revision. It may be up later tonight. Kindly review and let me know your thoughts? Thanks.