I do not own Harry potter...!

This is my first ever fanfic...!

i think i butchered English language here!

read it at ur own risk.

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# chapter 1

Time - present.

place - Unknown.

Here he was, at last!

Standing on the tall cliff, looking down on this vast and enraged Ocean.

it was just as he imagined. It was darkest night. rain pounding mercilessly from heaven, lightning striking the water with thunderous sounds, lightning up the dark sky, torrents of water trying their hardest to show him their power, wanting to strike the fear in his heart!

but, for him

the view was intoxicating. The Ocean knew why he was here and that thought made him smile. If anyone would have seen his smile they would have insisted that it was most definitely nt a smile. it was a Smirk, A Cruel smirk.

After all, Ocean itself was physical manifestation of Preservation. Anything and everything, Ocean preserved it all. and Harry thought it might not be very enthusiased to give control over of the Ultimate power such as preservation to Anyone else. So Ocean was Angry, really Angry. it would use every trick it possessed, and surprisingly, no. of those trick was immense, to oppose his less than good intentions. Ocean was trying it's hardest to show harry what he was up against. Any Other wizard would have frozen with fear if he knew what it was waiting in there deep inside water for him.

But not harry, not Lord Hadarian Peverell, With the slow rumbling of chaos magic deep buried inside his core, An impenetrable mind with unmatched intelligence, The thrum of power coursing through his veins, The Grinding, screeching feel of unbreakable connection between his body, mind, and Soul, nothing would strike fear in his heart!

his eyes glowed ominiously, swirling pools of purple, silver, and Emerald!

here he was! he would get what he wanted and The Ocean knew it!

Nothing would stop him from Mastering The Sacred, untainted, untouched powers Of Creation and Preservation ! Mastering Destruction was surprisingly easy, and that was the crux of the matter, it would never be that easy, destruction just gave u an illusion of power, and u were content with it, bt real, terrible power of destruction will always elude u if u do nt master it's other two sister powers fr u cannot grasp enormity of destruction of a thing, if u r not familiar with it's creation and preservation.

He would not settle for just Immortality ! he would be greater, Greatest of them all !

Nothing would stop him from merging his body, mind, soul ! Nothing would stop him from becoming One with himself !

Nothing would stop him from becoming Lord paramount of TRINITY!

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Same time

Somewhere else

Once upon a time diagon alley was brimming with wizards and witches, shuffling through crowd, shopping with there families, just enjoying the best of what magic offered.

But now witches and wizards were noticeably absent in this place, they knew what would happen to them if they were caught by death eaters. Unofficially, Ministry had already fallen. Dumbledore was a fugitive. Lord Voldemort had nt been kind to British wizarding world.dirt and darkness had grown throughout the alley. it had become place of despair. but The Alley was brimming with posters of a Gorgeous girl with aristocratic, near elfin looking face, dark emerald green eyes, puckered puffy lips, luscious red hairs, skin pale as snow, declaring the enormous amount of bounty for her capturing. "Undesirable no. 1" and "wanted no.1" this was latest monkiers that they gave her.

Said girl was sitting in a window of her home, saying it home would nt be wise , she believed that home is where ur heart is and her heart most definitely nt was in this atrociously big manor ..or according to her "A prison". Rose dorea potter was her name. people called her "The girl-who-lived". she was here because her parents did nt wanted to live in the Hogwarts castle. and there was tiny bit of possibility that they wanted protection which there ancestral manor offered. The Manor came with war wards so powerful that not even her arch nemesis and his army could find her, even more powerful than the Hogwarts castle itself. wards were seriously this powerful because of something about potter blood throughout generations seeking bloodshed every once in while. so it was bound to be become seriously protected place, just like house of blacks in london.

the ministry was already under Voldemorts control all in but name. Order was the only thing having some resemblance to a resistance. but like most of the wizarding families her family too was falling apart, her love life was non existent because of her "No-One-Is-As-Worthy-As-Him" attitude, her friends were uncomfortable around her, all this was because of "HIM". Ohh .. how she hated him!! how she hated his roughishly handsome face, his perfect Cheekbones and jawline, his emotionless carved face , his moist kissable lips, his toned athletic body, his V- shaped broad shoulders , his rough pale hands, his messy dark hair, and those gorgeous emerald green eyes, Ohh... she abso-bloody-lutely hated his beautiful deep eyes, they would always gaze directly at your soul... she hated her own brother, or so she thought she did.

he was the reason for all her current problems. he was so unexpected that no one saw him coming, like a true slytherin king. she still had nightmares abt that incident. she clearly rememberd his every word not there were many to begin with, she rememberd his every actions bt fr the life of her she could nt find reason behind his action.

She came back to living world, after her this little episode of deep thinking,

The night was getting more and more terrifying. there was a thunderstorm out there. it was morbidly fascinating. she was The most famous witch in the wizarding world. and she loved it. The fame, friends,family, fortune... she had everything and she reveled in it. bt nights like this made her think otherwise.

And just like that she was back in her head, reminiscing the memories, that particular night surfaced in her head, when her life turned upside down.

she just had returned frm the horrifying horcrux hunting with her school's headmaster, honorary grandfather, The light lord Albus Dumbledore! there wawas thunderstorm brewing around castle, it was a sunset, Dumbledore stuck her to the wall under her invisibility cloak making her promise nt to reveal herself. Dumbledore was weak due to the potion he had to drink in that cave and didn't know why bt she knew it was some of his last moments that she was witnessing. Death eaters had infiltrated the Hogwarts with the help of Draco bloody malfoy. there were sounds of battle in the castle. sense of foreboding hung in the air. school children were fighting fully trained murderers. It was disaster. They were in front of Dumbledore who was nt in any shape for fighting them off. her heart thumped loudly in her ear. she struggled to be free and the moment she was losing hope of saving the headmaster ,in walked severus snape. her heart soared with joy, there was hope in her heart that old headmaster would live through the night. it wasn't like she was obsessed with headmaster bt he was a constant in her life, standing like a wall protecting her from the ruthless whirlwind that was The wizarding world. so she had huge amount of emotional attachment to the headmaster. and she dearly hoped that once again he would pull something off with the help of snape... she wanted headmaster alive. but as the Death eaters started talking she began to understand that she should not have been happy to see snape. she knew that snape was a petty man. her dad had told her many things abt snape and she actually had seen snape looking at her mother with weird emotion on his face occasionally...Yuck. bt this was whole new level of revelation. snape was a Death Eater.

her heart was in despair once again as she watched the 'Touch of death' emerging from snape's wand. snape's magic roared forth with stench of death. and she felt a heavy weight settle in her stomach. the green beam of light soared through the air with inhuman speed toward headmaster. for the fraction of a second, see thought she saw headmaster smile in her direction sadly. as the curse was racing towards the headmaster she became aware of the brutality of the war. like a crack of lightning the realisation flooded her mind, and a heavy burden settled on her shoulders. in that moment war was very very real and after Dumbledore, people were going to put there Faith in her... in girl-who-lived. that was a terrifying thought. she was not any kind of soldier. she was just a teenager. she was lighthearted, brave and noble Gryffindor. she was protected, she was cared fr, she was nurtured, she had all the attention, love, affection she could want. she wasn't a spoiled brat bt she was ignorant to harsh realities of the world but she was nowhere near ready to fight a war. her 4th yr was good even if she had to compete in that blasted triwizard tournament. true ... that voldemort's resurrection had terrfied her out of her wits bt not this much. because deep down she always thought Dumbledore would be there his wand blazing, protecting her, even from voldemort himself. but in this situation she felt the gravity of all things that she was protected from.'

'A loud gong demanded her attention. there.. in between the headmaster and the death eaters was a big black marble slab hovering mid-air in front of headmaster. the curse of death was intercepted by the marble. there was cracks in slab. she felt huge wave of relief, then confusion and then hope shone through her eyes. there was many questions in her mind. bt the question that surfaced to forefront of her mind was , "who saved the headmaster??"

The End.

Of 1st chapter.

so ... just to be sure... rose is just thinking abt what has happened... at the same time harry is pursuing his next milestone.

next chapter is ready. bt nt sure abt the 3rd one.

adieuos.!!!(don't know what it means. it has just nice ring to it)