A/N: This story is a prelude to my next one, so I am putting the other story on hold until I finish this one. Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW! ::gives puppy eyes::

FYI: this takes place the summer before 7th year.

Chapter 1: The Visitor

Harry Potter sat at his morning table eating the "breakfast" his aunt and given him. Although Harry was the same person, one would have noticed he had changed a lot from that skinny little first year. His outward appearance appeared to make him look calm and worry free, but inside a battle was going on. Since the war had started he had become a hawk, hearing and responding to every sound that was heard or anything that was out of the norm. His wand was always close by because no one knows when Voldemort or one of his supporters would make their appearance near the Dursley home. So if something happened, Harry was ready for it.

So this is where our story begins with Harry sitting at his seat in the kitchen. He was looking down at his food, maybe if he had been looking up he would have seen it happen, when he felt a bit of magic rush though the air. He immediately looked up and saw that everyone in the room had stopped moving. Harry jumped at this sight. Dudley was in the middle of taking a bite of his omelet, his uncle was in the middle of a sneeze and his aunt was in the middle of a walking stride.

Harry took out his wand and put it in front of him as he walked to the window. Outside he saw that the whole world seemed to be frozen.

"Voldemort," Harry said to himself as the answer to what was happening.

Then the doorbell rang.

"He's here?" Harry thought, "Should I open the door?" But before he could decide or try to control his hand he reached to the door and opened it.

Outside was a girl with blonde hair pulled back in a high ponytail. She was wearing a light blue tank top with white jeans and her blue eyes were starring right into Harry's green ones as if she were collecting data about him.

"Harry, I presume" the girl said.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Harry asked while keeping a firm grasp on his wand.

"Who I am doesn't matter. But you will want to come with me." she said.

"Tell me who you are?" Harry said again bringing his wand up to her eye level.

"Harry please," she said pushing his wand away, "watch where you point that thing. You're going to poke someone's eye out."

Harry then put his wand down, but still kept a firm grasp on it. She must have noticed this because she began to speak again.

"Honestly Harry! I'm no death eater!"

"How do I know that?" Harry said, "How do I know Voldemort didn't send you."

"You don't know Harry…you just have to trust me."

Harry then closed the door in her face and went up to his room. He lay on his bed a few moments when he heard her voice again.

"You can't hide from me Harry."

He looked up and saw that she was standing at his room door.

"How did you get in here?" He yelled.

"Dumbledore gave me all the keys to you house." she said holding up a few keys.

Harry was in shock. Could she be telling the truth?

"Fine then," Harry said, "prove to me you're here to help me and not harm me."

"Ugg! Dumbledore told me you would ask this. What was it he wanted me to say to make you believe I was on your side?" she said almost to herself as she sat on his bed.

As she sat there thinking he was busy trying to reach his truth potion he had brewed in secret with Hermione and Ron last year to have for his own protection from people like her.

"Here," he said taking out the potion he had been looking for, "drink this and then I shall see what side you are on."

The girl then shock her head no, "I'm sorry Harry I can't."

"See that proves it! Now out of my house!" Harry yelled.

"Harry I can't drink the truth potion because I'm allergic to it! If I were to take it you would loose your only hope to put your mind at rest."

"You know for a death eater you are pretty clever. To think you had to know I had this potion to make your alibi seem so genuine and truthful."

"Harry first of all I am telling you the truth, but you are right about something…I know a lot about you even though we have never met before."

Harry and the girl than starred at each other, green mixing with blue as if their eyes were in a battle with each other.

"Fine Harry I give up! Ask me anything, anything at all about you or Dumbledore or your parents and then if I have the right answer you will trust me and go with me the place I want to take you. But if I answer it wrong I will leave you alone and never bother you again. Deal?"

"Deal," Harry said trying to think of something hard that only a few people knew about.

"Ask a way Harry."

"Who was my parents' secret keeper?" Harry said smiling. He knew that everyone thought it was Sirius, but in fact it was Peter.

The girl sat there thinking until she smiled and opened her mouth saying, "Peter Pettigrew."

"How did you know that?" Harry asked astonished.

"I told you I know more about you and your life than probably you know. Now do you trust me?"

Although Harry was still skeptical he nodded his head 'yes.'

"Alright then, let's go." she said pulling his by his shirt to the front lawn.

"Before we go anywhere let me ask you this," Harry said. "Who are you?"

"My name isn't important but if you must call me something call me Fate, since I will show you what fate can do to the world."

"Two more questions." Harry said as Fate rolled her eyes. "Did you do this?" he asked pointing toward the frozen world outside.

"Yes!" she said, "now what's your third question."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Not where Harry, but when."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked her puzzled.

"Harry I am going to show you what the world would be like if Sirius was your parent's secret keeper instead of Peter."

Harry was about to ask her how she was going to do that, but the spinning of the world around him soon distracted him.