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The-Boy-Who-Has-No-Fate

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Chapter One: Loosing and Acquiring Fate

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The Naaru, born from the dawn of creation, were the purest of beings.

They were the most powerful good beings ever exist.

It was because of this particular nature of their species that a certain Naaru was still hesitant of what he was about to do.

Robbing and/or changing one's Destiny or Fate was one of the most sinful things to do. It was against the law of the Cosmos.

And robbing and changing one's Destiny was this particular Naaru was about to do.

Z'uru has been born since the dawn of creation and had been battling evil ever since.

And it also knows that it was dying.

Containing the General of Burning Legion from reforming was not an easy task and Z'uru's powers were decreasing day by day.

And it won't be long before this Naaru died.

And Zuru's job wasn't still done or to be precise, it had failed in its work.

The Child of Prophecy, whose destiny was to rally the Magical World and then to join with other forces in the cosmos to stand against the Burning Legion, has been touched by darkness.

Ever since he was forced to kill his love and tear his soul, the Child of Prophecy has been a mockery of what he was supposed to become.

He could have been saved if he didn't continue to split his soul apart.

And instead of uniting the Magical world, he sought to conquer it and Z'uru fears that he would join the Burning Legion once it had return. It would be a huge blow to the Army of the Light.

Z'uru still regrets for not saving and protecting the Child of Prophecy to this very day.

And it was for this reason that it was willing to sacrifice itself and damning its soul to the darkest ends of Twisting Nether.

It had learned of the plot of the Puppet of the Darkness. A plot that would eliminate a threat to the reign of the corrupted Child of Prophecy.

And Z'uru was willing to take advantage of it.

Z'uru didn't know how or why a set of twins was a threat to the tainted Child of Prophecy and it didn't care, it was a chance to right what was wrong and to make things right.

As Z'uru looked at the twins, a red-haired girl and a raven-haired boy both with green eyes, it can sense a large magical core in both twins. Z'uru can easily predict that they would both grow to be a powerful witch and wizard. Both of them would have, if he didn't plan to change that.

Z'uru waited patiently as it stares at both twins for the tainted Child of Prophecy to come.

It didn't need to wait long as the Child of Prophecy, Tom Riddle or Lord Voldemort as he call himself now, comes with the intent to kill the residents of this house.

Z'uru proceeded to do what he had intended to do since coming here.

Z'uru begins to change the fate of all the people currently in this small house.

As Voldemort's killing curse was travelling toward James Potter, the father of the twins, Z'uru changes James Potter fate. It let a debris fall from the ceiling that intercepts the killing curse. The debris explodes and James Potter was hit by a big portion of the debris in the head knocking him down.

Z'uru had long since decided before coming here that it would save the parents of the twins. It didn't want to let the defeater of Lord Voldemort to be controlled by the Puppet of Darkness.

Z'uru watched as Lord Voldemort stare at the unconscious form of James Potter as if deciding if he would spare James Potter or not. Fortunately, Lord Voldemort let Potter live, he didn't want to kill another Pureblood. They were only a small amount of Pureblood left, and he didn't want to decrease that number if he can help it.

Lord Voldemort turned around, his robes billowing after him, leaving the prone form of James Potter.

He quickly marches on the stairs to the second floor where he can sense the other occupants of the house.

Lord Voldemort blasts apart a door containing hastily erect shields to ward him out. He blasts it easily and he entered the room only to see Lily Potter standing between him and his target as she points her willow wand to him.

"Ah, Lily Potter, the brightest witch of her generation," Lord Voldemort rasps out, "it amuses me that you thought that you can best me in a duel. Being smart doesn't necessary means that you were good in a duel."

Lily didn't bother to reply. Lord Voldemort was known to fight dirty even with his considerable powers. She didn't want to be caught off guard as she speaks. Her chance to defeat him was low enough as it is.

The Dark Lord sees that he wouldn't receive a reply so he continued speaking. "Now, now," the corrupted Child of Prophecy said as if apprehending a child, "You don't need to be foolish. Drop your wand, and I might spare you. You and I both know what would happen if you utter a single curse. The result would be your death. It was only because that you were with your husband during our three encounters that you manage to defy me three times. The only reason that I haven't killed you yet was because I had some use for you. So step aside girl, so I can kill your children—."

"Avada—."

"Expelliarmus."

Lord Voldemort's monologue was interrupted as Lily attempted to fire a killing curse but due to his reflexes he manages to fire an overpowered disarming charm before Lily finished her curse. Lily's willow wand flies towards him, which he didn't even bother to catch as she was blown to the wall.

The Dark Lord stares at her prone form as she lays unconscious on the floor, unconscious but still alive. In truth, he would have fired a killing curse at Lily but doing so, Lily's own killing curse would be complete. So, he reflexively cast a disarming charm which was a faster spell. It was a bit overpowered since he was caught off guard because he didn't expect someone to have a nerve to interrupt his monologue.

"Ah! A love of mother," the Dark Lord rasps as he stares at Lily, "I didn't expect you throw a killing curse. Oh! What will Dumbledore say?" Once again, he questioned himself whether he would let someone who opposes him live or not. He decided to let her live, she wasn't the reason why he was here anyway and Snape wanted this mudblood to be his reward in alarming him of a threat to his reign.

He shifted his gaze from Lily to the twins. Once he killed these twins and that Neville boy, he would be unbeatable. No one would be able to oppose him. Oh, they could try but they pose no threat.

He leveled his wand to the redhead girl and fires the death curse. He didn't bother to start a monologue about how he would destroy his arch archenemy this time like every other villain would do, the twins wouldn't be able understand him anyway.

The Dark Lord watched as his killing curse flies toward the girl before a golden shield sprung in front of her blocking the killing curse before it rebounded and flies toward its caster.

Lord Voldemort stood shock at the impossibility of the scene that he didn't even dodge as his own killing curse hits him in the chest.

Z'uru watched all of this as it manipulates the strings fate. It manages to save both of the girl's parents; James and Lily Potter, and it channel his power to the girl to erect a shield which rebound the killing curse.

Sadly, this wasn't a fairy tale and it didn't have a happy ending.

With all of its power, Z'uru managed to manipulate the string of Fate but with great sacrifice. Z'uru needed a focus, a focus to manipulate the Fate of the Potter Family and Lord Voldemort. And the focus was the young boy's Fate.

But doing so, Harry Potter's Fate would burn out.

His Fate would cease to exist.

Z'uru looked at the boy with pity in his eyes; it didn't want to do this. But, it was a necessary sacrifice.

The boy would die in a few minutes. The cosmos would do its best to eliminate him. He wasn't supposed to exist.

He has no Fate.

Z'uru gasp as it feels its life leaving it. It expends a great amount of power and with its weakened state, it was starting to die. A situation he expected.

As Z'uru was about to accept his doom, he noticed that Riddle's soul was torn out of his body and was approaching the younger Potter.

It tried to the stop the soul in reaching Harry but it was too late.

Lord Voldemort's soul entered Harry's body and was attempting to take over the boy!

Z'uru was about to expel the soul from young Harry but it stopped itself as it senses that Harry was doing something impossible.

Harry was stealing Tom Riddle's Fate.

Z'uru can't help but marvels at the desire of the young child to exist. The child had somehow managed to sense that there was something missing in himself. And after he had been presented the opportunity, he grasps it and continues to steal what was missing inside him, a Fate.

Z'uru sees a premonition that instant. Knowing what it had to do, Z'uru used the last of its remaining strength to aid the boy as it holds Lord Voldemort's soul in place and in doing so, Z'uru stopped the Dark Lord's attempt to possess the boy

Z'uru sensed that the Magic in the boy's Magical Core was already depleted and he was pushing his body to produce more magic to continue in stealing Tom Riddle's fate.

Z'uru sensed if Harry continued to push his young body, his body's magical coils would burn out and would make him incapable of producing magic ever again. It made a split decision and released its hold to Lord Voldemort's soul allowing him to leave Harry's body with most of personalities but with most of his knowledge left behind, but not before Z'uru had made the final push and Harry has completely stole Tom Riddle's Fate.

Lord Voldemort's soul barely leaves Harry's body with most of its personalities but leaving behind most of his magical knowledge.

Z'uru used the last of its power and banished Lord Voldemort's soul from the living to the Twisting Nether. But before Z'uru banishes his soul, it severed the link Lord Voldemort has to all of his Horcrux and attached it to Harry.

Z'uru allows a smile to appear on its face as it prepares to embrace its 'death'.

Harry Potter had inherited Tom Riddle's original Fate.

Harry Potter had become the true Child of Prophecy.

Harry Potter had a complete soul and he wouldn't make the same choices as Lord Voldemort. He would become what Tom Riddle was supposed to be.

Harry Potter would unite the Magical World and join forces to the Army of the Light to fight the Burning Legion.

Z'uru was already dead when he noticed a very, very large PROBLEM.

Harry Potter's magical coils BURN OUT. Meaning, he has LOST the ability to PRODUCE MAGIC ever again.

How would Harry Potter unite the Magical World under one banner if he didn't have any magic?

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Albus Dumbledore jolt awake from his nap sas he heard a ringing on his ear. He looked to the trinkets he kept to his office. He paled as he notices what trinkets that was ringing. That silver instrument was tied to Potter's cottage in Godric's Hollow. It would ring if there was a rapid use of spells and curses between two people or a dark magic was cast inside the house.

He frowned as he also noticed that it had been ringing for quite some time.

Odd, the charm used on them was supposed to force him to wake up if any of those silver instruments ringed.

He would investigate the matter later, he had an emergency.

"Fawkes," Dumbledore yelled. Instantly his familiar, a phoenix, burst into flame beside him with a dead niffler in its beak. It looks like Fawkes was in the middle of hunting. He noticed the serious expression of his master and drops the niffler to his perch to be consumed and eaten later.

"To Potter Cottage in Godric's Hollow, quick," the Headmaster of Hogwarts said with urgency in his tone.

Fawkes lands on his shoulder before flaming out to arrive at the front door of Potter's Cottage.

Dumbledore paled in despair as he sees what left of Potter Cottage.

Their front door blasted open and the living room was in ruins. His eyes instantly land to the unmoving form of James Potter. His heart aches at the loss. Another one has perished to the hands of Lord Voldemort.

But he instantly perked up when he noticed the rising and falling of James Potter's chest. He is breathing. James Potter is alive.

Dumbledore approach James Potter as fast as his old bones can carry him.

Dumbledore cast a rennervate to James Potter to bring him out of unconsciousness.

"Argh, my head hurts," James moaned as he brought his left to his head to rub it. "Professor Dumbledore! What happened?"

"I am also at loss, my friend," Dumbledore said, "Perhaps you can enlighten me. What can you remember before you lost consciousness?"

James Potter closed his eyes for a second before opening it wide open, an expression of horror struck on his face.

"Voldemort," James rasps out, "we were attack by Voldemort. Oh no! Lily! Our children! Ivy! Harry!"

He pushes his sore body out of the ground before running to the second floor with Dumbledore following after him.

It didn't take them long before reaching the room where Lily and the twins were in.

He breathes a sigh of relief as he notice that Lily is still breathing as are the twins.

He quickly rushed to himself but he tripped.

He looked in horror and fascination at what had tripped him. It was Voldemort, himself. He lay there unmoving and he also wasn't breathing. Voldemort was dead.

"Voldemort," he yelled.

He looked around for Dumbledore so the latter can cast some spells to reveal if it was really Voldemort or not.

James spotted Dumbledore near Lily as he said something to his familiar before Fawkes hopped from his shoulder and flamed away with Lily.

"Lily!" James shouted. "Professor, what happened to Lily? Is she alright?"

"Relax James. Yes, Lily was fine and alive. Her neck is broken so I had Fawkes send her to Madam Pomfrey in the Hospital wing in Hogwarts. Don't worry; your wife is in good hands. And it also seems that both of your children were sleeping just fine," Dumbledore assured the younger man. "Now let me examine if the man lying there was really Voldemort."

Dumbledore worked for a few minutes, casting charms and spells left and right before he stopped.

"I'm one hundred percent sure that man is Voldemort, unless he had discovered or created a new spell that can fool all of the revealing charm known to wizards," Dumbledore said after casting the spells.

"I sure hope that was Voldemort," James said hopefully. "He had done enough damage to the wizarding world as a whole. It was nigh time someone stopped him, even if that someone happens to be our child."

"Yes, you're right my friend. Now, let's shall investigate what had happened here. Incantatem Revelio," Dumbledore said casting a spell. A spell that was used by Auror wizards to know what spells was cast on a crime scene.

The room was washed over by a blue light.

Instantly, a red light was emitted from one point in the room and it travelled a few distance before disappearing.

"A simple disarming charm," Dumbledore mused, it wasn't like Voldemort to use a simple Expelliarmus, "and based from the redness and the thickness of the light it a bit overpowered. It has enough power to blast Lily on the wall. I guessed the impact of the spell and to the wall has taken Lily of the count."

Just as he finished speaking a sickly green light again erupted from one point in the room before it travelled towards Ivy.

"No!" shouted James, instantly recognizing the killing curse, as he watched it travels toward his daughter. Even though he knows that it was only a replay or an echo of what had happened, he can't contain his horror as the death curse races toward Ivy.

He watched in horror as he watches the killing curse before horror turns to shock as a shield of golden light materialize in front of Ivy as it seems to absorb the green light before the green light bounce back.

"Amazing," the Headmaster said, unable to hide his surprise. "A child had managed to deflect an unblockable curse. Truly amazing."

His companion didn't hear him as James was already at Ivy side fussing all over her, assuring himself that his daughter was still alive.

"James," Dumbledore called, "we need to find out if there was anything wrong with Ivy. Repelling a killing curse was not an easy task and I fear that she had consumed a very large amount of magic which her body can't handle."

"Yes, you're right Professor," James said after he had calmed down, "and I was also curious how Ivy manage this impossible task."

"As am I, my friend," Dumbledore said as James hands him Ivy.

James watched Dumbledore continue to cast spells toward Ivy as his face continues to twist more amazed.

"Amazing," the Headmaster said, "There wasn't anything wrong in her body. In fact her magical core was still full. And I also sense something inside her, something powerful, and I guess that it was what conjured the golden shield. The Power he know's not. Your daughter was truly a child of prophecy."

"Yes, I suppose," James Potter agreed, "We would train her to use that if it was possible to train. Do you think that my son has the same power? They were twins after all; there was a big chance that they had the same power."

"Yes," Dumbledore agreed, "Let me cast some charm to young Harry to know if they had the same power."

Once again, James Potter watched as the Headmaster of Hogwarts cast spells to his son this time. He becomes worried when Dumbledore continue to cast spell as taking longer than usual.

"No," Dumbledore exclaimed with a horror tone in his voice.

"What?" James features mirroring Dumbledore's, "Was there something wrong with my child?"

"Yes, there was no magic in your son," Dumbledore said, his face grave.

"My son is a squib," James said in shock.

"No, James. It is worse than a squib. You're son was muggle. There was not even an ounce of magic in your child."

"Bu-bu-but," James stuttered, "It was impossible. Madam Pomfrey scanned that there magic in both on our child after they were born. You, yourself scanned them when you had learned the Prophecy concerning our child. You said that for one so young they have a large magical core. What you are saying was impossible."

"Looks like the word impossible didn't exist today my friend," Dumbledore started, "The killing curse that was supposed to be impossible to block was block by a baby. Voldemort who was known for cruelty had spared you, James, and your wife, Lily. And someone magical had become a muggle."

"I suppose your right," James said, "but it won't change anything. He may be a muggle but I will still love my child."

"Yes, you will. But you won't be there as he grew up-."

"You're saying that I have to give up my child," James Potter all but yelled.

"Yes, that would be the best course of action—," Dumbledore started but he was once again interrupted.

"No, I won't give my child away. And that was final. Period," James said ending the discussion.

"James, you need to calm down," Dumbledore was once again tried to appeal to the emotional father, "We may have killed Voldemort this time around, but when they learned that the twins of their savior had become a muggle, there would be chaos. They would fear that there was a disease attacking them making them a muggle. They would fear something that didn't exist. Wizards always fear the unknown."

"I don't care, it won't affect my family," James Potter said.

"Yes, it would. Your son was the first case. Unspeakable would knock on your front door everyday just to examine him. And that was the best case scenario," Dumbledore said. "And what I had stated earlier was only the best case scenario. The worst would be, I fear that, they would say that Lily had been unfaithful to you-."

"Lily wouldn't do that," James Potter said defending his wife.

"Yes, I'm sure Lily wouldn't. But they would still tell things. There was no case of a muggle being born from a union of two magicals. And it was long ago proved that it was impossible. Once it came out that your daughter had deflected the killing curse and killed Voldemort. Your family would become a celebrity. And celebrities had a lot of critics. They would exploit any holes in yourself and in your family," Dumbledore paused to take a deep breath, "And even if we had manage to say that Voldemort had leeched all of Harry's magic. Young Harry won't be able to handle the pressure of becoming a celebrity in the magical world. He has no magic. It would cause a strain in your family. You know what had happened to Lily and her sister, don't you?"

"I really have no choice, don't I?" James said after a few minutes, accepting Dumbledore's logic. "But how would we tell this to Lily. It would take the all force of hell just to take her son from her hands. She wouldn't give him away."

"We have no choice but to say that young Harry had perished in the hands of Voldemort," the Headmaster said, "Or better yet, it would be better to say that Harry, sensing danger to his twin, had sacrificed himself to conjure that golden light. The wizarding world would easily accept that theory. Even to this day twin magic remains a mystery to the world. I would even bet that that was really what happened. It would explain why young Harry has no magic. He had sacrificed himself to save his twin."

"Yes, that would be the best," James said, his shoulder dropping, "Can we visit Harry to his new family?"

"No, you can't. It would be best if Harry had severed his connection to the wizarding world completely. It would the best for both party," Dumbledore reluctantly said, "I better send him now to his new family right now to avoid any further complications."

"Can I—Can I hug him for the last time?" James asked hopefully.

Dumbledore didn't bother to reply, he instantly give young Harry to the arms of James. He watched James to the loss of his child.

"Promise me that you would give Harry to a loving family," James asked Dumbledore after a few minutes.

"Yes, I promise. There was a quote 'Blood is thicker than Water'. I'm sure that he would be loved by his new family," Dumbledore assured the young man.

"Thank you, Professor," James thanked Dumbledore as he watched the Headmaster of Hogwarts pick up a rubble and tapping his wand to said rubble.

"Thank this, James. It's a portkey to the Hospital Wing in Hogwarts. Take Ivy and stay by Lily's side," Dumbledore said handing James the rubble.

As soon as James picked up Ivy, they vanished to appear in Hogwarts.

"Fawkes," Dumbledore said calling his familiar after James and Ivy was out of sight, "To Privet Drive."