Authors Note: So this is another Harry is the real BWL and nobody knows story, but trust me I'll try to be original. R&R, and please leave honest opinions.
The Story in front of you is like life, it tends to throw its unexpected challenges here and there. One can be prepared for these challenged or one can run in fear. The results are never guaranteed to be in your favor, but they may lead you to your fairytale happy ending and hopefully show you the value in life. And so with this in mind our story of love, loss, and hope begins, but be warned my dear reader for this tale may grip your heart and thrust you into a never ending maze of lies and secrets.
Albus Dumbledore was an ancient old wizard with a long pure white beard and merry blue eyes. Yes, he had a brilliant mind, but alas he had his faults too though hidden away from wizard kind. Hidden deeply within him resided Dumbledore's best kept secret, in simpler terms one would call him a manipulative old fool. So when a prophesy was thrust into his hands he didn't hesitate to place himself into a position of power. There shall be a boy with the power to defeat he-who-must-not-be-named, that much he knew, and the boy must be under his watchful eye.
The boy shall be born as the 7th month dies. Only two were capable of fulfilling this requirement and he quickly made a mental note to contact the Potters and the Longbottoms as soon as possible. As for the power- he-knows-not part Dumbledore assumed that this boy would be powerful and decided that he was to be trained as soon as possible, whether he wanted to or not. It was not his choice, he thought.
Far away a young woman with large thick glasses that magnified her eyes 10 x's too big, clad with mountains of cheap jewelry that made her resemble an insect, sat down for the last time in her bare room at the Hog's head. It had been around 5 months since she met with Dumbledore and received her new job at Hogwarts. Yes, at this time tomorrow she would be her new home, but for now she would wait for a professor to pick her up and take her to the school. Sybil Trelawney was shaken from her idle musings as a man with a billowing dark cloak and cold dead black eyes knocked on her old wooden door. The new professor tensed as soon as he stepped into her room, and felt words tumbling out of her mouth in a low raspy voice that wasn't hers.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark lord comes,
But alone he shall not be….
His heart and soul
Shall belong to the red wildflower
7th born to a family that has only known men…
Their love shall surpass the tests
Arrogance and hate…
Without her he will fail….
Married twice on the blue moon of his 14th year
The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches
As the 7th month dies…
And the man once thought to be the enemy shall guide him
The man that has once loved will learn to love once more,
And his heart of gold shall finally make its show ….
As the father in all, but blood he will be."
Severus Snape was never rendered speechless yet there he was with his mouth hung open and his wand loosely at his side after casting several privacy wards. The fraud Sybil Trelawney had actually delivered another prophecy; he was then consumed with guilt coursing through his veins as he remembered his betrayal to Lily, his once true love. He had been foolish, weak, and power hungry. No he didn't deserve to love; he didn't deserve to be loved. And so he was brought back to the present where a dazed looking Divination Professor was looking at him expectantly as if to say well go on. How did he get stuck with her? Couldn't Minerva come and waste her time with... with this fraud.
To tell or not to tell he thought as he led the crazed woman to the school via teacher's entrance to get her keyed into the Hogwarts wards. He knew very well that a certain Headmaster he knew, could be a manipulative old fool and so decided to retain the second part of the prophesy starting from the married twice part.
'Whatever that meant' he thought angrily.
And so the potions master began planting fake memories into himself, while on his way to see his manipulative old friend. He knew very well that this was not to be taken lightly, and already understood very well that Albus was not fit for power. Neither was he too keen on giving the headmaster someone else's life to manipulate, another plan to formulate.
'Who is the red Wildflower?' was his last thought as approached the stone gargoyle that granted his entry to the Headmasters office.
Little did the people of the world know that their lives were about to change forever thanks to one decision made by a certain potions master.