Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

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Fate

Fate is a power no one can fight,
it's strong and decisive beyond any ones might.
It draws us together and tears us apart,
and sometimes can even break someone's heart.Fate is a force way beyond our control,
its mystique more inexplicable than our very soul.
It gives and it takes without any warning,
it's even the cause of most of our mourning.

Fate is the details so taken for granted,
a turn in a maze that may leave us abandoned.
No turning back, or looking forward,
live in the moment before it's all over.

Fate is the blue prints of a house made of tears,
the brick is our anguish, the mortar our fears.
With a doorway of courage, and windows of awe,
this house is our life, our essence, our cause.

Fate is inevitable and we do not choose it,
nor can we run, hide or lose it.
Our destinies paved down a valley unknown,
a path in which we must travel alone.

-Steven Bieberly
E-mail: dLstarz09aol. com

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It was quiet that night, no noises echoing off the stark white walls or the occasional murmur of a voice. All were asleep except for one woman. She quietly patrolled the intricate maze of the hospital corridors, making sure everything was where it belonged.

He white uniform marked her as a mediwitch, her status not as high as a healers', but nonetheless, just as important. She was easy to spot because of the vivid color of her hair that contrasted against the white.

She stopped for a moment, leaning slightly against the wall. Her breathing was out of rhythm and her face was contorted in pain, but it was only a moment, and then she continued on as before.

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A job opening waited in at the Ministry for him, all he had to do was get there. A man Apparated from Bristol to a familiar alleyway in London. People were clustered in small groups along the icy street, gazing longingly into the dusty shop windows, their breath coming out in short puffs of smoke.

He maneuvered himself between the people and stopped in front of a shabby looking inn. Stepping into the poorly lit building, he found the person he wanted to see. "Hello Blaise."

"Welcome back mate."

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And thus, the wheel has started turning, future set in motion where two people's paths will cross and change the both of them forever.

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A/N: Yes, very short, but only b/c it's the prologue. Tell me what you think, yes or no.

Poem was found from this link : lovelandia. com/archive/002904.html

Tina