The Accident of Choice and Destiny
The Lord of Time watched warily as his lady wife the Mistress of Fate furiously yelled at their twin girls Choice and Destiny. "You see what you have done," she scolded. "These people's lives are hopelessly tangled." Choice hung her head; it had been she that suggested the game of tag. "We are most sorry, Mother," they chimed. Destiny was ashamed as well she had knocked the Loom to the ground, and her attempts at repair had only knotted and twisted the old tapestry.
"There is naught to be done about it now," said Fate tiredly. She felt guilty though she knew there nothing to be about the threads twisted around the life of one Harry James Potter.
Fate rounded on her husband, "We cannot repair this mortal's life that is now so fraught with pain and loss, but I wish to ease some of his suffering." "What pray tell would you have me do lady wife?" Time asked. "I want these threads to know what have become of theirs lives, and why this happened. I want to give them hope for the future and a reason to move forward. Harry Potter in particular as his thread is the one to which the others so desperately cleave dragging him down," she said. "Are you saying you want them to read their book that tells the tale for this piece of the Tapestry?" asked Time.
This was something that had never happened, but then Time conceded that in the life of this odd mortal nothing was went as planned. So he began to pull those bound by his daughters to him.