Episode 5: No year whatsoever. Slightly different take on things.

Harry potter was a young boy with a burning desire to not be seen or noticed. He hated being in the spotlight and most of all he hated being known. This was a rather natural outcropping of his learning that being noticed tended to get you punished in some manner or another. Nothing violent, but when your relatives and "caretakers" made it perfectly obvious they would have been just as happy never knowing you and your teachers seemed to think you were a liar by dint of said relatives spreading horrible rumors about you before you were even old enough to understand them, the thought of being noticed tended to make one duck one's head.

How does the saying go, again? "The nail that sticks out gets hammered." That kind of thing, really.

So when a young woman showed up at the door of Number 4 Privet Drive and took Harry away with nary a wayward look form the Dusleys, Harry really only hoped that it would be someone who was there to take him someplace better, where he could have an actual family that liked having him around.

So it was really quite disconcerting when he was told that he was going to be brought to Heaven… If Harry were older than 7 at the time, he might have been able to joke about certain acts which shall remain nameless, but as it stands he could really only ask the woman if he was going to see his parents.

"Sadly child, no. you will not be seeing your Parents in Heaven. Heaven is reserved only for the Gods and those who serve the will of The Loom of Fate." The woman had a sad smile on her face the belied her years. In her bright green eyes, so similar to the ones he saw in a mirror every day, he could see flecks of white glittering like stars in the night sky, but beyond that harry could see the sadness she felt telling him that.

It had been a long time since the Daughter of Ice and Jade had been to Creation. It had changed so much with the many cataclysms that had followed one after another. To be honest, most thought there would never again be the need to do so. Prophesy was taken in by mortals and even then only those with enough connection to the Loom that they could glimpse pieces of it. Most of the world had ceased believing in the supernatural altogether. Many Gods had died because of the prayer shortage…

And now, here was one who was destined to finally take over the place of one of the surviving Sidereals…

Four years later…

Green eyes looked past the barrier at the train station of 9 and 3/4 with curiosity. Star-like flecks of white in his eyes glistened as he watched the other children saying goodbye to their parents. It had been quite a bit of work to get back down to the mortal world, but certainly it would be worth it if he could just convince people to begin praying again to the proper Gods… the amount of paperwork he had to look forwards to was mountainous.

"I wonder if I'll get in trouble for wearing green, rather than "I'm-Depressed" black… Ah well, I suppose I'll find out eventually."

(AN: Idea: Sidereals almost always know exactly who is going to exalt as one of them and when. What would happen if Harry was simply meant to exalt and Trelawny simply picked up on that in her prophecy? What group is he in? Why, the Bureau of Secrets out of the Forbidding Manse of Ivy, of course!

As for where the White wolf stuff is from, it's form Exalted, the single-most epic game made by White wolf since Scion.)