YYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! THE PROLOGUE IS FINISHED!

YIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~!

OK, here is a heads up: The OC grand children for Harry? I give you permission to use them, but CREDIT ME!

All I did was make their names...

And for all you Lily pair-ers, don't be mad at me! I just liked the idea. Plus i thought "Hey! I should add irony!"

And here it is. TONS of it.

I stared at the mirror and rubbed my fingers over my lightning scar.

It had been seventy three years since I had defeated Voldemort. Now I was eighty seven years old, and nearing the end of my life.

I looked at my pictures of my children; James, Albus and Lily. My beloved Ginny had passed five years ago from a fierce battle with lung cancer, and Lily had married Scorpius Malfoy twenty years earlier and they have a wonderful, blooming family. Surprisingly, Scorpius was put into Gryffindor but was considered to be an outsider. Taking after Ginny, Lily walked right up to the poor little boy and asked if he wanted to be friends. He had just shrugged at her and said "Why? I'm supposed to be in Slytherin, not Gryffindor." From her letters, Lily told me that she had said "Well, I don't give a bloody hell about that. I want to be friends with a Malfoy, so I'm going to be your friend."

And thus bloomed a wonderful friendship between Potter and Malfoy, which turned into a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, then into a husband-wife situation.

I felt a smirk rise to my lips, but made no attempt to stifle it.

Lily had given birth to a beautiful little girl that Scorpius named Narcissa Hermione Malfoy. Now they had two little boys, Harry Lucius Malfoy and, after Lily's pestering, George Fred Malfoy.

James ended up marrying Rose, and they have a happy family of five. They had married two years before Lily and Scorpius, and they have two boys and three girls- Triplets. The boys were named Remus Tonk Potter and Sirius Black Potter. The girls were named Elizabeth, Isabella and Lillianne, also known as Beth, Bella and Anne.

I sighed in content at the thought and pictures of my seven grandchildren. Sirius hadn't married yet, even though he was at least over forty by now.

I picked up my wand and fingered the weapon I had used to destroy Voldemort. I had always believed my life would be better after Voldemort was dead, but I wasn't prepared for a family life. Even now, my fingers itch to cast a spell, my legs to run from danger, my mind spinning, yearning for adventure.

And if the spell worked, I would get it.

I had decided to pay a visit to each of my children, and to the Weasley's, Longbottoms and to visit Edward 'Ted' Lupin at the county orphanage he owned, the very orphanage that housed Tom Riddle. Only an hour ago I finished my visiting and apparated back into my room.

I had memorized the words to the spell, so now I found myself muttering them in my sleep, one of the reasons I lock up my wand at night. I had stumbled across the spell twenty years ago and put it aside whenever I wanted to try it.

And now was the time.

I placed my will of twenty pages on my bed in an obvious location and made a big show of opening the book that held the words to the spell.

The spell that would grant me a second chance at everything.

The spell that would leave me complete.

I opened the book and looked at the spell inscribed in Greek. I took a deep breath and began to chant.

"Καλώ Ώρα Πατέρα, το σύμπαν και κάθε ψυχή που υπάρχουν. Θα ήθελα να αφήσει αυτόν τον κόσμο και να ξεκινήσουν την επικίνδυνη ταξίδι σε ένα άλλο. Έχω εγκαταλείψει το μέρος του εαυτού μου που με κάνει τον εαυτό μου, και δίνω πλήρως τον εαυτό μου στους ανέμους του Χρόνου και της μαγείας σε όλους μας. Επιτρέψτε μου να έχουν μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία σε ένα δεύτερο κόσμο."

As I was chanting in the ancient language, the words popped into my mouth in english.

"I call upon Father Time, the universe and every soul in existence. I wish to leave this world and embark on the dangerous journey into another. I relinquish the part of me that makes me myself, and I fully give myself to the winds of Time and the magic in us all. Let me have a second chance in a second world."

My head seared in pain, and I felt myself rise up, yet when I looked down I saw my body lying there, unmoving.

Then my mouth moved for me, and I was speaking in every language all at once.

"Ek is vry."

"Unë jam i lirë."

"Ես եմ անվճար."

"Mən azad edirəm."

"Free nago."

"Я вольны."

"আমি মুক্ত."

"Ja sam slobodan."

"Jsem volný."

""Jeg er fri."

"Ik ben vrij."

"Mi estas libera."

"હું મુક્ત છું."

"Ich bin frei."

"Sono libero."

"私は暇です。"

"Ngikhululekile."

"I am free."

"Free."

And then…

Then everything was gone.