I reread The Prisoner of Azkaban for the third time over the summer. Shortly after I finished it, a friend and I at work got into a discussion about what would have happened if Sirius had successfully turned Pettigrew over to Dumbledore. I argued that Voldemort would have never risen again, Cedric would never have died, and ultimately, everyone would have been happy. He insisted that we could never know what would happen, and that trying to "fix" things would probably just make them worse. I insisted he was crazy.
That night, I was still thinking about what would have happened when I fell asleep. That night, I dreamed about the Harry Potter world. I was a third-party observer, unable to interact in my surroundings, but aware of the passage of time, how things "should have gone," etc. This is the dream I had, almost exactly as I had it.
Although I've been reading many other's works, this is the first fanfic I've written in 5 years, so I lay myself at your mercy. For my own ease, I've used American spellings. Dates and locations verified on the Harry Potter Lexicon. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome and encouraged! :)
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Prologue.
All life is interconnected. The smallest decision can unalterably effect the course of the universe, yet we never realize how important these seemingly minor choices are. Deciding how many times to hit your snooze alarm in the morning might alter the course of world history, yet you'll never know the profound impact that your choice made.
Yet for every decision made, millions of things never happen. Somewhere, out in the infinity of the multiverse, these events must play themselves out. Somewhere, whatever did not happen on this world will happen, in another place.
Somewhere, all our "what if?"s are reality.
In this world, a muggle girl called Ruth decided to call her mother after breakfast, and so she missed her date with destiny.
But what if she hadn't made that phone call?
Such a minor thing couldn't really change the entire world... Could it?
That night, I was still thinking about what would have happened when I fell asleep. That night, I dreamed about the Harry Potter world. I was a third-party observer, unable to interact in my surroundings, but aware of the passage of time, how things "should have gone," etc. This is the dream I had, almost exactly as I had it.
Although I've been reading many other's works, this is the first fanfic I've written in 5 years, so I lay myself at your mercy. For my own ease, I've used American spellings. Dates and locations verified on the Harry Potter Lexicon. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome and encouraged! :)
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Prologue.
All life is interconnected. The smallest decision can unalterably effect the course of the universe, yet we never realize how important these seemingly minor choices are. Deciding how many times to hit your snooze alarm in the morning might alter the course of world history, yet you'll never know the profound impact that your choice made.
Yet for every decision made, millions of things never happen. Somewhere, out in the infinity of the multiverse, these events must play themselves out. Somewhere, whatever did not happen on this world will happen, in another place.
Somewhere, all our "what if?"s are reality.
In this world, a muggle girl called Ruth decided to call her mother after breakfast, and so she missed her date with destiny.
But what if she hadn't made that phone call?
Such a minor thing couldn't really change the entire world... Could it?