Two scars, Two Lightning Bolt scars. One over his right eyebrow and one right smack dab in the middle of his forehead.
"Fate hates me, she really hates me." Harry pushed himself off of the floor and looked around. Then he noticed the absolutely drop dead, gorgeous women standing there in an opening in the wall.
"Oh I don't hate you Harry, I'm just a little mean some times but your lucks going to change. You see the only thing that can change ones luck, is their Karma. Luck favorers the prepared and I'm here to give you tools to prepare your self with. So down to business. First I'm going to give you a personality test and that will show you what skills, talents, and gifts you can get, maybe even a power increase." She paused, looking at a clipboard that 'poofed'into her hands. She tapped the wall next to her and a helmet dropped out of the ceiling.
The helmet was covered with wires and had little tubes poking out of it. Fate grabbed it and strapped it on to his head. Then there was pain lots and lots of pain. Then the helmet exploded. Fate looked shocked she dived for cover, dodging hunks of metal that were flying all over the place. Harry felt a searing pain on his forehead. He reached up and found a bit of blood a above his left eye brow. He looked at the floor at his reflection and saw another scar. It was thin and jagged and bore a striking resemblance to a bolt of lightning.
He turned to fate, who was sitting on the ground smiling. Then she giggled. "I really couldn't help myself. Bye Harry I'll give you some good gifts, don't worry, and goodbye Harry."
In a flash of light Harry Potter returned to his bedroom at Number Four Privet Drive after celebrating his sixteenth/ twenty-first birthday. He fell in bed and fell asleep thinking that fat was mean but at least a little caring. 'Maybe things are looking up.' Was the last thought that reached his mind before he slipped off into oblivion.
AN: Just a Quick chapter to get Harry into the real story.
Koth Out