-1Chapter Three Making Dreams Reality
Far in the night sky, where the gods and goddesses of old lay and wait. The goddess of Fate and the god of Destiny, bother and sister, stood on a balcony and watched the world destroy itself through fear and hatred in silence, both lost in thought. They all have tried for centuries to fix what is lost in humanity but nothing seemed to work. War became more and more frequent, revenge and hatred for so many things burned in the souls of the beings in the universe and nothing could be done.
Soft breezes gently floated through the air around the balcony, carrying the wishes of mortals. One breeze pushed itself around the god and goddess, like the rest of the wishes this one would have gone unnoticed also if not for the fact that the tiny breeze swirled around them and was tainted with magic. Both of them looked around for the source and was able to hear a voice that was harsh, strained and sounded as if it was unused for awhile. Listen to the wish of being with the family he hardily knew yet not to leave the others in his life.
Fate smiled sadly at the voice, she knew it well. "Harry Potter is a good creation, he is fated to do so much in his life if he lives through this mess with Tom."
"Yes he has a great destiny, that goes beyond Tom Riddle," Destiny said quietly looking down at Earth towards the point where England was.
"Will he be able to have it though, while he is currently in the Chamber of Riddle's?" Fate asked innocently, she wanted to know of Harry's destiny, she wanted to know if he was to die.
"That is up to Death, sister. He is the only one who decides if Harry Potter lives or dies in that chamber." Destiny said with a knowing smile to his younger sister.
"Death didn't decide if Harry lived when he was one year old," Fate said with a smile. Remembering how surprised Death was when the baby boy didn't follow his parents to the land of the Dead, which he was suppose to. Both Fate and Destiny had to rework a lot of the patterns in the fabrics of life, so Harry Potter had a life no god or goddess expected him to have.
"No one I spoke to knows how he survived, not even Death." Destiny commented.
"The Antiche do, I suspect that they are the ones who are truly guiding Harry Potter through his life since it wasn't the Visionary who created the prophecy that surrounded, Harry only the Antiche can do that without the support of the Visionary."
"That is very wise sister dear and also correct," a voice said, and a body draped in black silk robes shimmered into the air. "I do not know how the Potter boy survived."
"Death, brother how are you?" Fate asked excitedly thinking now she can get some answers about Mr. Harry Potter and blushed when Death called her wise.
"I am fine sister, I have a favor to ask of you two." Death said simply, his pale green eyes looking into Fate's warm brown eyes and then to Destiny's ice blue ones.
"What is it?" Destiny asked curious about what their older brother wanted with them. Death rarely asked for help and to have a favor needed was very interesting.
"Harry Potter." Death said simply knowing he would have their attention.
"We were just talking about him." Fate said looking at her oldest brother. "What do you want with him?"
"That is just it. I do not want him yet. He has so many things to do with his life. I know and I understand that. None of the gods and goddesses want him dead already I have has many come you to me and ask me when his death is. All I can say is, if he stays where he is he will die before he gets his chance to live. Right now he won't survive this, he has been added to my list."
Fate paled, "I thought that only Voldemort can kill him." Fate said to Death looking at Destiny for confirmation.
"That is true until the end of this war and the end of Voldemort, the boy is supposedly safe, but if Riddle decides to join the fun of torturing Harry he can very well died from the wounds Voldemort inflicted." Destiny said sadly. "The prophecy will be fulfilled if I understand it correctly."
Death nodded. "That's why we need to get him out of there so he can be trained." Death said, " I am sick of Voldemort and his little war of cleansing. The only way to stop him now is to get Harry strong enough to stop him finally. To many people lives have been cut before they should be. My reapers are working harder than they should be for this time period."
"How are we suppose to train him?" Fate asked, "we can not let the wizards or humans in general know of us. So we can't take Harry away form there, wizards would wonder how it was possible."
"Yes I know Fate, I understand we can't take him away forever, but what if you two take him into the past, where Voldemort doesn't know him yet so there isn't any fear of hunting and this way he can be trained with out any problems like he would have to deal with now. Then Harry will be bought back to the same time so Voldemort won't know he was gone.
"Time travel is complicated, Death we can not simply push him into the past especially when he is wounded so badly." Fate said trying for once to be the voice of logic. "It wouldn't work, none of us have that power."
"This is perfect." Destiny said quietly thinking out loud not hearing Fate 's comment.
"What are you talking about?" Fate asked, Death also looked expectedly at Destiny to finish his train of thought. Fate logic was actually logical and now his plan was falling apart before it just got started.
"Fate do you remember his wish?" Destiny asked with a knowing smile.
"Yes to know his parents and Sirius without dying and leaving his other family members alone." Fate said slowly wondering what he was thinking about.
"Exactly, let him go to 1976 when his parents were children in their 6th year. Let him have a year of semi-calmness as you said Death the other side won't know him so he will be safe from attack. They can heal him physically and mentally let the old wounds heal. While we the gods train him to fight Voldemort and protect the world. When the year is up. . . "
"He will be strong enough magically and physically and healed all the way so when he is brought back he can break himself out of the prison cell." Death said with a smile.
"But we don't have the power to bring him to the past."
"We can use the power of the wishes, there is always extra power for big wishes, since it is for a wish." Destiny said
"You will have to convince Aunt Time to allow us to do this," Death said quickly, " she will make it easier for us to do this. Just remember she does not like so all this is your plan, so she can not say no out of spite for me."
"You know not many of our family actually like you, dear brother. You have taken many of our followers but from what I can tell most of our family likes this creation Harry Potter and Aunt Time should want to help us and allow us to do this for him because if Harry." Destiny said calmly thinking of what to say when they meet up with Time to convince her to allow them to take Harry through time. She never liked people going through time even the gods and wizards. Destiny took a deep breath.
"Shall we go chat with Time?" Fate asked nervously she reached for Destiny's hand and together they simply disappeared in the air without a ripple or pop. Death smirked and simmered into the shadows leaving the balcony empty.
The Prisoner finished wishing upon his dank ceiling when a calm, soothing, voice that seemed to echo quietly throughout his hole in the ground spoke from the shadows.
"Wish granted." The Prisoner felt a slight pull on his body and soul then everything went black.
