Harry Potter and the Act of Fate

Prologue:

The summer sky was forever blue on top of the burrow. Some white clouds broke the upside down ocean that stretched as far as the eye could see. The house was empty with the exception of one red head. He was the youngest sons of the Weasley couple, Arthur and Molly Weasley. Ron had stayed behind while everybody else went out to do their doings. The Twins were at their shop which had become an instant popular choice by young wizards. His father had gone to work at the corrupted ministry that had begun hunting mudbloods who are believed to have stolen their magical traits from wizards. His Mum and sister were at Diagon Alley who was shopping already for Ginny's school supply.

He however decided to stay behind to do his least favorite task his Mum and Dad would put him to do, de-gnoming the backyard. He took the task without thought to escape his mother's wrath when she finds he decided not to go to Hogwarts for his final year. He instead, along with Hermione, decided to help Harry with the mission the late Dumbledore had left him. He still had to tell his mum but it was his final things to do on his list.

He had finished the task he had to do a couple hours ago and was now inside his room lying on his bed thinking about Hermione. Their relationship had improved in the last two years but he began feeling weird around her. He remembers how she had reacted when Lavender kissed him after the Gryffindor Team won its first Quidditch game thanks to him as keeper. Hermione had stopped talking to him as long as he was with Lavender. Ron chuckled. Now after he found out he was poisoned by some chocolates made of love potion, a cruel evil mastermind would only think of poisoning chocolate, she had been reminding him to always be careful about what he ate. He was really grateful to have Hermione Granger as his best friends. He closed his eyes after he yawned in tiredness. Minutes later he dozed off into a great slumber failing to notice hooded figures advancing towards the burrow.

Ron woke up when he felt himself sweat on the pillow his head was on. His blue eyes slowly adjusting to the room that was strangely lit now with flashing lights and darker shadows were made thanks the unknown light source. He sat up in his bed to see smoke coming from downstairs. He immediately rushed through the stairs and saw the whole bottom floor was on fire. He reached for his back pocket to get his wand but he had forgotten it at his room. Just then the windows burst thanks to the intense heat from blazing flames. He quickly got himself together and stood up. He ran each stair with amazing speed but his leg's coordination would fail him. He stumbled a couple of times before he got to his room. He looked through his drawers to find nothing. He tried under his bed assuming it had fallen to the floor, it wasn't there either. He looked through his bed covers maybe it was there but nothing. He heard more windows break and pieces of wood falling down but paid no attention to them, a deadly mistake.

Ron's head snapped back remembering he had taken his wand outside and left near the fence. He cursed himself and went straight away through the door. As soon as he turned, he came face to face with a black robed figure. He had a skulled mask and his wand was already aimed at Ron. He stood there frozen in place. He had no wand and he could never been able to produce wand less magic. The Death Eater was slowly approaching him, never taking his sight off Ron. The Red Head was frightened. He examined any feature that would tell him who was behind that mask. Then he saw it. Long silvery hair was at each side of the face. Even if the man was protected by the mask, he knew that silver hair anywhere

Lucius Malfoy, Ron thought.

"Avada Kedavra!"

The soulless corps of Ron Weasley hit the floor. Lucius Malfoy levitated him and placed him on his bed. He left the burning building and went outside to see his beautiful fiery creation. He and along with the other death eaters had maniacal laughs. Then Bellatrix picked up her sleeve to show the skull design and pressed her wand on it. In instant, the sky turned black and green as black mist and clouds began forming skull figure known as the death eater's mark.

After that was done, every one of them fled the scene, with the exception of a silver haired teen. Who was shocked to see what is happening in front of him. He started sobbing. He didn't want this. He doesn't want this life. He wants out. He doesn't want anyone else to suffer. He had no idea what to do. His instincts took over and he yelled, "DOBBY!"

He knew the house elf didn't serve his family but he just hoped a miracle would happen. He waited but nothing happened he called again louder with the same result. Out of frustration, he yelled at the top of his lungs and collapsed on his knees crying. His tears hitting the floor, but then his prayers were answered. He heard the famous crack of some one apparating.

"Dobby does not serve you anymore. I am a free Elf!" the blue eyed creature stood before him.

"Please listen to me, take me to Hermione Granger's room or Harry Potter's please look behind you. The Weasley home is on fire. Please I beg you take me to them."

Dobby turned around to see the burrow falling down with flames on every floor. He turned back to see of Draco Malfoy's face and stood there shocked to see his face covered in tears.

"Oh Master Potter and Mistress Granger will be mad at Dobby," he grabbed on to Malfoy's shoulder and disappeared.

(4 Private Drive)

Harry lay on his bed mourning the death of his mentor and headmaster. He was there when Snape casted the killing curse at him. After the curse hit him, he fell from the Astronomy Tower all the way to the floor. It didn't matter anyways Dumbledore was dead. He couldn't feel the impact of the fall, yet the one who took the pain was him. Harry looked over his stuff in Dudley's old room. His photos of him and his two best friends are the only things that had kept him sane. He still blamed himself for the death of the headmaster, but these two were making him feel better.

He took the daily prophet to see the picture of Dumbledore at the cover. He seemed to be at peace in this one. It was a memory of all the good he did in his life, then in small print next to it, Rita Seeker also said she would be publishing a book very soon about what really happened in the late wizard's life. He felt anger inside him quickly and balled up the papers and threw them at the trash bin he kept inside his room.

He sat down on his bed again and put his head on his hands in frustration. Why did you have to die? Thought Harry. He went to his drawer to get a mirror that was given to him the year before. He looked at it but it never showed his reflection. It always showed some grey room which sometime would cast shadows but no one would ever show up. He placed the piece of the broken mirror on top of his drawer. Next, he reached for another photo of him and Hermione after a trip to Hogsmade last year. They looked happy to say. Ron had taken the picture out of nowhere. He had made three copies: one for him, one for Hermione, one for himself. The picture was during a snowy day. They were in a small valley making snowmen. Ron had no idea what first Hermione was doing but then Harry joined in.

They explained to him it was a muggle tradition to build snowmen whenever it snowed. Instead of joining them he took a picture of Harry and Hermione putting carrot nose and coal eyes. Hermione then hugged the snowman and picked up her one of her legs as they would do in the movies while Harry stood there laughing at the silliness of the beautiful girl in smiles. Harry held the picture with proudness as he remembers that day clearly. He placed the moving picture down on top of the drawer next to the mirror.

He then heard a crack behind him. He turned to see three figures all covered in soot gasping for air. Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, and Dobby stood there. They were all in tears and scared. He was confused to see Draco in his room with Hermione and the house elf. Before he could ask what happened Draco spoke, "The Weasley Home is on fire."

Harry stood there not believing a single word coming out the Slytherin's mouth. He looked at Hermione who nodded her head in tears. She couldn't hold it anymore and went to hug her best friend. Harry tried his best to calm her down but then the worst news in the world was laid on, "Ron's inside the burrow." Hermione sobbed more and held Harry tighter. His grip on her fell. His arms just hung from his body.

"We have to go there now," said Draco who immediately grabbed Harry by the shoulder.

"Dobby let's go."

The House elf grabbed on to them and disapparated.

(The Burning Burrow)

The heat was intense since they touched the floor. Harry picked up his view and couldn't believe it. His first real home was in flames with his best friend trapped in there. He immediately tried to go inside but was tackled down by Draco.

"You'll burn to death if you step in there," shouted the blond boy, trying to pin Harry on the floor which was difficult.

"I don't care! I have to get him out! I have to get Ron out!" Harry tried to kick Draco off but it didn't matter how much he tried he wouldn't let him go.

"You'll die if you even try to get inside. It's too late for him. Don't go dying too then all of this would have been in vain."

"Shut up and let me go! Release me! I have to get him out! I have to get him out or at least die trying."

"What about Hermione?" yelled Draco. This caused Harry to stop he hadn't even thought of Hermione since he saw the fire. "If you go in there you'll die too. Then you would leave her without anyone. This is all a trap. Ron's dead already they killed him before they set the flames on fire."

"No!" sobbed Harry as he finally stop struggling from Draco's grip. He cried more than he had ever cried. The flames cracked as the wooden house began to fall apart.

Then Harry remembered, "Dobby." He had forgotten the elf along with Hermione were there.

"Yes Harry Potter, sir?"

"Can you get Ron out of there before he is burned completely?"

The elf saw the house and then Harry's face and nodded unsurely but did it anyways. He disapparated and appeared again after being gone for five seconds.

There in front of the four of them laid Ron Weasley without any emotions.

Harry went towards him as he put his head on his laps and held him tight. Hermione went next to him and hugged the two of them. Dobby also went to hug them and they let him. The only one out of place was Draco who stood as the Golden Trio died in front of him. He let the guilt sink in and turned away to leave as he heard the other family members scream and yell.