Harry Potter was chosen from birth to be a savior. Everyone knows that. But things went wrong in Harry's world. Now he has another chance. Will things go right this time? Or will Harry fail again? Contains violence, some adult language and suggestive scenes, Time Travel, and AU. Dumbledore is not hated, but is not going to be allowed to manipulate.

IMPORTANT Okay, in this chapter it says that Ron betrayed them. It does not mean what you think, and Harry is not mad at Ron, and has forgiven him. Harry knows the truth, but it will be explained in later chapters.

SWEET! I finally fixed it! It took me forever to figure out why FanFiction wouldn't let me post this...

Yes, I realize this is EXTREMELY short, but it's only the prologue, and I felt that I just had to stop where it did.

Prologue: Remembering

Destiny was having a bad day. A very bad day. Not just one of those days where nothing happens and you get so bored that you throw your food supply at the wall to try and distract yourself, but one of those pit-in-the-stomachs-I-didn't-do-something-I-should-have days. And she didn't like it.

First, she had almost destroyed one of her favorite worlds because she had accidentally created a small paradox in its time field by Traveling through its History in order to see a play she had missed, a rather good one written by some African boater who believed he had seen a mermaid. Then her pet Chimera had ran away and nearly drowned in the Cold Sea that separated Life, and what humans called Hell, and Zaphon, or Heaven.

Then her rival, Fate, had seen fit to embarrass her in front of all the other Higher Beings, simply because she had forgotten to change out of her night robes before attending the meeting where they discussed the shortcomings of their dimensions' inhabitants, listing ways to improve them.

Lying down on the old and plain, but serviceable couch (for Destiny frowned upon unnecessary embellishment, and only used it in her people's lives to appease Fate, who was of slightly higher rank than she), she settled into a meditative state. Randomly choosing one of the larger, but slightly less advanced, worlds in her favorite Galaxy, she began channeling the prayers through her mind.

This is very soothing because she was only trying to hear the most heart-felt prayers. These were almost always happy prayers, of hope, thanks, and love. After all, why would an evil person pray to the Good Higher Beings?

Filling herself with the thoughts of the smaller and narrower minds, she felt a sense of peace fall over her, like a protective blanket, or the warmth of a lover's embrace. There was prayer of boundless thanks for bringing together a pair of Soulmates, and there a prayer beseeching help from the Gods (or the Higher Beings as they preferred), but filled with limitless hope.

Seeing that the person that the prayer was coming from had a kind and pure heart, and wasn't praying for this for any selfish reasons, she granted his wish, and the man woke up to the elated cries of his wife and only son who had miraculously been healed over night of their the wounds and fevers. The joy coming from this man practically radiated off him, and the village threw a banquet for the family, whom the local doctor had deemed beyond help, allegedly saying it was up to the Gods. Well, the Gods had answered.

As she continued to listen to the hopes, dreams, and wishes, but not really thinking about any of them in depth, she felt a strange prickle, growing stronger quickly. She concentrated on the feeling, bringing it to bear at the top of her mind. She was more than surprised at what she heard, and immediately realized that this was what had been nagging at her all day, telling her she had forgotten about it.

"If there is any God, or anything at all watching over us, I ask for but one question to be answered before I go off to die in a hopeless battle. That question is: Why?

"Why did my parents die? Why was I tossed into a hellhole for my childhood, where I was beaten regularly just for being alive? Did I do something profoundly wrong in a past life, so bad that Karma or whatever decided to torture me?

"Why did I have to be the one to face Voldemort, the one with the power, when it is clear now that I have none? Why was I bitten by a basilisk, then a Vampyre, and then a Werewolf, all of which now have venom in my body, and it is now poisoning my mind and leeching my body of its strength?

"Why did Sirius die? Why Remus? Why Tonks, why Moody, why Fred? Why Hermione? Why did you see fit to have Ron betray me, and have Ginny mutilated on THE DAY OF OUR WEDDING?

"Why am I alive, when all of my friends, the closest to a family I've ever known are dead, or worse? Why is Tom winning, and the world still looking at me for help? Why? I doubt there is an answer that could ever be reasonable, or maybe I'm just selfish, only thinking about my wounds, my reasons, and me, but still I must ask. Why? Why? Why…."

Destiny blinked. That in itself was unusual as Higher Beings rarely felt the need to do anything mortals did. She blinked again.

She remembered that child, and what he was talking about seemed familiar, but wrong somehow…. Her eyes widened.

"Fuck."

Well, there it is. I hope you liked it! I already have the next chapter written, but I'm editing it still, and I'll probably post it anywhere from a week from now to two weeks. And, don't worry, my next chapter is longer. I think it's about 4,000 words, four times as long as this, the most I've ever written! YAY! Go me! I'm making an effort! WHOOT!

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