Life was a gift. There were just some people who took life for granted, who believed that they would never die, and that they would rule the world.

Fate hated those people.

One such person was named Albus Percival Dumbledore. He later changed his name to be Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

Fate hated Albus too-many-names-to-remember Dumbledore.

But Fate loved others, others who dedicated their life to fighting evil, people who would willingly sacrifice their life for those they loved.

Lilia Sophia Potter nee Evans was a perfect example of that category. The brave, fiery, red-head woman had sacrificed herself for her son.

Oh, how Fate longed to send the woman back to life, to care for her son.

As Harry Potter was being mistreated. No, it was worse then that, but not quite at the level of being abused.

Fate hated Petunia Julie Dursley and Vernon Jacob Dursley.

Note how she said Dursley and not Evans.

Those two were not fit to take care of their nephew, let alone their own son!


"Up, boy!" Petunia Dursley screeched, rapping on the door to the cupboard under the steps.

"Coming," a voice called from inside.

The door to the cupboard swung open a minute later.

"And don't let the bacon burn, it's Duddy's birthday and everything must be perfect," the blonde woman sniffed, peering down at the shabby boy through her hazel eyes.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," the boy, who was also known as Harry Potter, responded. He scrambled to the kitchen, hurriedly pulling out eggs and a pan.

From watching Harry, Destiny learnt one thing about the boy: Harry Potter was an amazing multi-tasker.

Harry had bacon cooking in one pan, the delicious smell sizzling through the air. Eggs were being fried in another, with three different kinds of cheese being hand-grated. Destiny watched, horrified, as the boy in too-large jeans and a shirt too big for him, skillfully flipped the pancakes, drizzled syrup on the waffles, and attended to everything on the stove at once.

"36! That's two less then last year!" another voice complained, this one the voice of a whiny brat.

She watched Harry wolf down his measly egg, hungrily eyeing the platefulls of food set out for Dudley Dursley.

Destiny turned to her files, automatically locating the one she was looking for. Destiny placed the beige folder on her plush purple desk, before pressing a button on her intercom.

"Fate? We have a problem."