Prologue
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Many people knew this young man, if the title young man could accurately describe him. He was not much more than a boy physically, although he bore the soul of an old man. He is less then sixteen, although his birthday is steadily approaching. His name is Harry Potter. Harry Potter had gone by many titles through his short life: Hero, friend, best friend, freak, teacher, student and so many others. Yet, this child had never known some of the other titles that we, as people, as humans, could know. He never bore the titles of husband, father, son, or even lover.
Harry Potter was not a happy young man, to be brutally honest he was most likely clinically depressed. Although, not many of his most trusted companions would have any clue what that meant, other than perhaps Hermione Granger. This young man was seated silently on the bed and staring at the long silver dagger that lay upon his bedside table. His mind was slowly rolling over thoughts in his head as he contemplated the horrible mess he called a life. A serpentine voice was situated in the back of his head and whispering slowly to him.
'Do it Harry, the pain will all go away. Your family will be there waiting for you, you wont have to worry about all this responsibility.' The voice hissed soothingly and Harry reached out slowly is hand coming to wrap around the hilt. Another voice seemed to sprout up.
'What about my friends? I know that they cannot take care of themselves, the prophecy says that only I can beat Voldemort.' Harry's mind seemed to be arguing with the other voice. The other voice replied silkily.
'Honestly, what do we know about Dumbledore, He left you here in hell for 10 years. He's kept secrets from you for your whole life. He let Sirius go to Azkaban when he could have demanded a trial. For all you know the prophecy is a fraud, just like that washed up witch who made it.' The voice replied and Harry seemed to make up his mind as he lay back on the bed and looked up at the cracking roof and placed the knifed above his heart.
"Forgive me." He whispered softly and forced the knife into his chest.
This action alone freed the soul from the body, releasing the boy from the torment of his life. Oddly enough prophecies are odd things. The wording of this exact prophecy had stated that Voldemort must end Harry's life, or vice versa, but Fate, Fate isn't cruel, or vengeful and the Soul of Harry Potter, Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World flew from that room, that place of Torment. As it left it came in contact with another soul causing an array of rainbow energy to cascade away in other directions, a truly amazing sight shown in the night sky above Privet Drive.
Another Time, Another Place
Very Few people knew of this young man. He was Six Feet Tall, probably close to a hundred and eighty pounds, his body clearly more wasted then it used to be. He appeared to be around twenty-one. His name is also Harry Potter. Harry Potter had gone by many more titles in his short life: murderer, demon, minion, Black Knight, son, lover and even for a short time, a happy man. Yet, this man had also missed a few titles that we often take for granted
Harry Potter Sat his knees bent so that he was sitting on his own lower legs. His body was hunched down over the body of a young woman. Her skin was pale; her curly hair was cascading around her head like a brown Halo. He was looking at her with startling green eyes that bore such pain that words were cheap in comparison. Tears began to cascade from his cheeks though he thought he had cried himself out days ago.
His hands reached out and gripped the dress that he had put on her days ago to hide the marks, the cuts and bruises that proved how much she was taking for him. His eyes scrunched up and he bent over her and started to shake as his body slowly shook itself before he sat back suddenly arching his back and a horrible keening Scream leaving his mouth. He fell back over her body sobbing and whispering a single word over and over again.
'Why'
This is where that man died a few days later. His body just gave out and his soul slipped away and flew along through the night sky. It arced along and after a seeming millennium shooting through the vastness of the universe it comes across an energy barrier of sorts, slipping through a crack in this barrier it crossed a section of impossibly cold emptiness, and once again passed through another barrier finally finding a blue planet, similar to the dying one it had left so long ago. As it passed down to the thing that was drawing it, the body it came into contact with something similar to it, something almost the same, with a cascade of light that left it somewhat heavier than before it surged into the young body below it.
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Harry's new body lifted from the bed it lay on, and began to glow with an intense violet light. The light shifted and changed as the door to the small bedroom. Vernon Dursely stood there his jaw hanging open the jowls below it sagging slightly as he stared at shock at the lightshow before him. As the body healed from the injuries it had sustained. The eyes and mouth opened releasing a massive surge of energy that grew outwards suddenly Incineration the House that was Privet Drive. Leaving nothing but Scorched ground within the edges of the property line. The Fire Department would later come to the place and be disturbed by the lack of damage to any of the attached properties, or the sidewalk that crossed the property for that matter.
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A/N – Well that is it, the new Prologue. I am redoing the whole thing. I was thinking about this story last weekend and decided that I was going to redo the whole thing, and hopefully finish it this time. Hopefully I can keep up the initiative. Well, anyway, back to work now.