Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and can no way in my dreams replace Rowling. I am merely using her world to let out some ideas.

Oh, and this fic has nothing to do with my other fic.

Prologue: A Prophecy

On an old piece of parchment, bound into a book, was a prophecy. The handwriting indicating that it was written hastily.

The rough translation goes like this:

A heir of Slytherin will suffer

And the world will pay the price

Evil will rise again

Grow strong

Reap death

Spread pain

Be stalled by Lightening

And checked by the Phoenix

The heir of Gryffindor will suffer

And strive to bring peace

The light of hope will grow

Bring determination

Prevail through the dark

Endure the torture

Suffer through

And never truly win

A heir of Slytherin will suffer

And the world will pay the price

Evil will rise again

Grow strong

Reap death

Spread pain

Be stalled by Lightening

And checked by the Phoenix

The heir of Gryffindor will suffer

And strive to bring peace

Then the Griffin will Lightning,

And Destiny will follow

Changing what is

Changing what was

Changing what will be

Changing what can be

Changing what shall be

In a secret room at Hogwarts an old man stood over the ancient book, staring at the page. The man, whose hair and beard were completely white, sighed and stood up. "I don't suppose you know what that means?" He asked, his eyes on a brilliantly colored phoenix.

The phoenix only trilled in response. He sighed and closed the book, putting it back in it's place among the many other ancient books on the shelf. He walked away, through the lowly lit room. He walked down the winding path to a door, and through it. He paused long enough to utter a phrase in Latin, then made his way to the Great Hall. The students would arrive soon, among them Harry Potter, for his first year.

Hey people who are starting this fic:

Warning! It's really long -and not done yet.

But, it's well written.

And good, if you care about Harry, Voldemort, or time travel.