Prologue

Ronald Billius Weasley was not that noticeable and frankly that wasn't surprising considering the family he was in. His family was big; he had six brothers, all older than him and one younger sister so he couldn't even claim the attention of being the youngest. No, he was in the worst position possible and he knew it. He also knew that he didn't have a chance in competing with his siblings. His eldest brother was William 'Bill' Weasley, Bill has been both a prefect and head boy then he went on to be a curse breaker for Gringotts in Egypt. Next came Charles 'Charlie' Weasley, Charlie took a slightly different path to his elder brother instead of being a prefect and head boy Charlie became the seeker and later captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Then he decided to go and train dragons in Romania. Next came Percival 'Percy' Weasley, he was not as outgoing as his elder brothers, but he was immensely intelligent and had just been appointed a prefect and there were already bets going on that he would be head boy as well. After him came the twins Fred and George Weasley, unlike their brothers they had no interest in their studies and had no intention of doing anything 'normal', but this did not mean they were untalented. On the contrary, they were both beaters on the Gryffindor team and were geniuses when it came to pranks, practically reinventing its meaning. Finally, there was his younger sister Ginevra 'Ginny' Weasley, she had not started school yet so it was impossible to test her aptitude for magic but there were already signs of her being an incredibly gifted broomstick flier. And it was obvious their mother had a favourite spot for her daughter, it was a joke that Molly Weasley had just kept trying until she got a girl, so Ron just saw himself as a failed attempt.

Ron on the other hand was nothing like them. He had no obvious talents, he wasn't smart, whilst having an intense love for quidditch but compared to his siblings he just didn't match up. He had tried, he had tried so hard to impress his family, to be equals to his siblings but it was a lost cause. When he realised this he just stopped trying. What was the point? But he still had this immense desire to surpass his siblings, to show he was just as good as them if not better, to break free of the Weasley stereotype of being poor and uncivilised. But this was the way it was and always would be

Hermione Jean Granger was smart. Unnaturally so. She had always been smart, her first word had been orthodontist, she could read just as well as an adult by the time she was three and she only needed to be told a concept once to understand it. Whilst this was good for her and would no doubt aid her in the future in had its downsides. All the adults she had ever met had been astounded and impressed by the gifts she possessed but, as she discovered when she attended nursery for the first time, children did not have the same mindset. They didn't like her. Every time she tried to play, they would say they already had enough people or that they had to go somewhere else or would just look at each other with a knowing look and would burst out laughing.

Honestly Hermione couldn't work out why children her age didn't like her. That had always been her downfall she didn't understand human emotion, it had no steadfast facts it always changed and that unnerved her. Because of this Hermione was a lonely child her best friends were the books she read. And most of the time she was okay with this, the books she read transported her to far off places, told her about new and strange creature and just filled her mind with knowledge. However, she longed for someone to talk to, to laugh and play with. one time she had tried to help a girl named Cassidy with her math homework for some reason she didn't know the square root of 42 but Cassidy had seen it as Hermione mocking her, the next day the entire playground was ignoring her. Hermione has realised long ago that she had this effect on people and tried her best to just not care. This was the way it was, and the way Hermione saw it, the way it always would be.

Harry James Potter lived in a cupboard under the stairs. His relatives hated him simply because he was different, he wasn't sure how he was different, but his relatives liked to remind him on the daily basis that he certainly wasn't normal. An example of this was that he didn't know his own name was Harry until he was four, until then he had genuinely thought his name was freak and boy. Nobody ever understood the extent of how bad his home life was. He was forced to work in the garden either in the sweltering heat of the freezing cold until his finger bled or cook for them what they expected to be a gourmet meal. These were only a few things of what was expected of him, but what the worst thing was, was the consequences if he got something wrong. To start it had been Aunt Petunia hitting him across the hand with a wooden spoon or Uncle Vernon cuffing him over the head. But as he got older it got worse, Uncle Vernon hit him across the back with the buckle of his belt for painting the shed the wrong colour, Aunt Petunia slapped him across the face for burning the steak and sometimes they would just have a bad day and take their anger out on him. Once Uncle Vernon had gotten into an argument with someone at the bank, he came back livid and decided to beat harry until he was covered with bruises. These were only a few examples of how Harry had been abused. And then sometimes, just sometimes the world seemed to feels Harrys emotions and reacted, like when he'd been locked in the cupboard for three days without food or water and his stomach was crying for food, suddenly a plate of food appeared out of nowhere and a glass of water. Harry had been so thankful that he hadn't even questioned how it had appeared however, Uncle Vernon did and there were consequences for doing something 'freaky'. But you'd never guess it, the Dursleys were the perfect example of a happy family home, unless you looked closely. If you did you would see the bruises around his neck in the shape of fingers, the clumsily applied make up on his face to hide red marks and yet more bruises, wouldn't think twice about how Dudley seemed to have the best clothing money could buy but Harry had tatty, worn-out clothing that hung off his body because they were too big for his thin little body. And he was thin, so very thin that it couldn't be natural. But nobody noticed, and nobody asked. Nobody cared. Harry knew from a young age that there was nothing he could do to change the way he was treated, no escape from the hell in which he lived. This was the way it was the way it was, and since nobody was going to come and save him, the way it always would be.

Draco Lucius Malfoy was perfect. How could he not be? He was a talented, intelligent, privileged, good-looking pureblood with all the right connections, assets and wealth. There was no way he couldn't be perfect. It was impossible. In fact, it was expected of him. The moment he entered this world the future if his family would depend on him. He just didn't know it yet.

All families have their secrets, some more than others and the Malfoys had secrets. Dark secrets. Secrets that could never again see the light of day, lest their family reputation be ruined forever. Draco knew this, understood it completely and followed the rules to keep them secret. Another thing about the Malfoys was that they were pureblood, not a drop of muggle, half blood of muggle born blood had entered their family and they were determined to keep it that way. As such, Draco had been taught from a young age that purebloods were superior to all, that muggles were no better than animals, half borns were slightly better but that didn't mean that their blood hadn't been contaminated and muggle borns were a disgrace to the magical world, their blood was dirty, hence the title 'mud blood'.

Draco enjoyed his life, he had everything a young boy could want; more toys that he could play with, loving, doting parents who spoilt him rotten and a promising future. This was the way it was, and since Draco had absolutely no problem with that, the way it always would b

However, fate very rarely goes in the direction we expect it to, just as these four are about to discover. It is futile to try and manipulate someone else's fate to your own advantage as another will find out. And fate will always come through, be it to give those who have sinned their punishment, to free those who have been wronged or to simply teach those who believe those who believe they can play God a lesson, in the end fate always succeeds in her task.