Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters, places, and/or things belonging to J.K. Rowling.

Also this story is also on though my name on there is Sirius_Remus. Just so everyone knows that. I hadn't originally planned on posting this here but I really wanted feedback.

Prologue: Fates Decision

It had been established that though they were missed by the living the dead were meant to stay dead. They had lived their life, and had lost it, they weren't allowed to get a second chance. This had always been the law, the rule, for the living are only kissed by death when their time has expired.

But one man, one beast, one monster changed everything broke all the rules and laws, disrupted the sacred balance of life and death. His birth name was Tom Marvolo Riddle, the name he christened himself with was Voldemort. He did not give mercy for he knew not what it was, only that in his eyes it would make him weak. He killed day old children, toddlers clutching their teddy bears, he killed teens, mothers, fathers, grandparents, anyone who stood in his way was eliminated, anyone who disobeyed him was dealt with.

The fates could not stop him to do so would upset an even more delicate and fragile balance. That they would not interfere in the lives of mortals unless it was in the slightest of degrees and even mortals could destroy their carefully set plans. After all mortals often thought that their paths or destiny were laid out before them whether they wanted it to be or not, when in reality the path was there because they had started to walk that way. The fates did not control the lives of mortals, mortals controlled their own lives for the most part but having that control also means that their are those who have it that shouldn't. Voldemort had been one of those people and because the fates could not stop his madness and massacres they had to make subtle changes in people paths. Giving them ultimately the choice to continue on the direction they were going or to curve the way the path had tilted slightly.

But to do this if everything went according plan then one of the Fates children would have to be sacrificed. A person's humanity tested, intellectual and street smarts challenged, bonds of friendships pulled at until either they snapped or made themselves stronger. It was unfair that they had to destroy a person's life by setting him up to destroy the darkest of beings that had walked the earth. But sacrifices must be made.

The Fates had wanted a grown adult to be the one to defeat the Dark lord as he was known among his followers but instead the fates got a boy, a boy who wasn't even two years of age. It was cruel the way life had went but we all chose are destiny in some form the only true exceptions being when we're young to make any true decision. The boy was the one exception but his mother was not and she deciding to sacrifice her own life had laid down the foundation of what would be a dark, dreary, and perilous journey for her only son.

The boy was sent to live with relatives in hopes of being kept safe there, not allowed to go to his Godfather because an old man deemed it unsafe. Thus laying another layer to whom the boy would become. His Godfather chose to listen to the demons inside his mind that had swarmed him relentlessly as soon as he learned his best friends were dead. He decided to get revenge but was fooled and thus deciding his own fate.

The boy so young and innocent was subjected to physical, emotional, and mental abuse from his relatives. His relatives were given the choices to try and mend fences with the only living member of a family they had long ago pushed away or to continue hating said family. They chose the latter and let their hatred be known to the boy who had done nothing wrong, who had never chosen his fate. But the day came when the boy learned and he was given his very first choice. He was given the option of to continue asking questions in hopes of knowledge or listen to his relatives words and fists when they said to ask no questions. He chose and because of that decision he learned to get everything from books and experience, not from asking. If it could not be read and could not be experienced then it was something he did not get to learn.

The boy grew up not really knowing who he was, what he was, or who he could be.....he grew up only knowing the worst of what people thought of him instead of knowing the best as well. He was not praised for being a wonderful artist with skills beyond his years, he was not congratulated for the academic awards he received, instead his drawings were ripped up, his hands and feet burned for his show of intelligence.

It was a harsh life and the fates tried to alter his life for the good but the boy had no true escape and those around him weren't willing to go with the curve, instead sticking to the straight and narrow. Year after year they were forced to watch his pain and suffering as he faced and escaped things most men have not even dreamed of facing.

The day came when the boy was forced to become a man and that day he cried tears of grief and the Fates cried with him, for him. Ironically the boy was the first to curve slightly in his path the way the fates had wanted, never to the extent they wanted but enough to let him know there was love, joy, and happiness to be had in the world.

The day also came when ultimate sacrifices had to be made and made they were, in hauntingly huge numbers. But the man survived through a mere technicality and yet he did not quit, as many would once their task completed. Instead he helped lead the world into a better direction, a direction that no one had dared hoped could be achieved.

The destruction of Voldemort was stunning, breathtaking in a horrible and treacherous way. The fates knew what they wanted to do but were unsure if the consequences of such actions would be the ones that they hoped for. But it wasn't until the actions of one man that they decided to set their plans into motion, disregarding their laws, and hoping for the best. Because of one Harry James Potter's actions Fate had decided to send the dead back, to heal those who had been permanently and temporarily injured from Voldemort and his followers.

Fate knew that though Voldemort had destroyed them Harry would make sure they got the second chance they deserved.......the chance he hadn't allowed himself to have, the chance to love, be loved, and live.

A/N Is it worth posting more for? I've written two other chapters already but I'll post them only if everyone thinks its worth it.