"We welcome you to the will reading of Harry James Potter."

June 12th, 1348

It happened again last night, the same one as before. It is getting stronger and more insistent. What does it mean? I cannot tell. These visions shall be the death of me; they are starting to notice that something isn't right. I can't let them realize what it is.

This time I could make out a stone, not a normal stone, this one lacked any color. And by that I do not mean it was black, no simply color less. It sat in the hands of the same man that I have seen in the last four visions. What could it mean?

Chapter 1

"You have failed."

The words echoed through the darkness as time slowed and sped up continuously, then it reversed. Slowly, at first, and then faster and faster, as blurred pictures passed by. Then everything stopped. And then the battle started.

And the people fell, in ones and twos, alone and together. But fall they did, as the bodies piled high and the blood flowed in rivers. And still they fell.

And time lost all meaning, it had no beginning and no end, just death and more death as those who fought fell at the hands of both foes and allies. As the spell fire flicker across the battlefield always hitting someone, if not the one it was meant for.

And still hope remained, and both sides fought on. They were fighting for their lives and their beliefs and, in only a couple of cases, for those who could not fight themselves.

A female redhead fell as a green curse it her, her husband fell by another as he turned to run to her. Brother, sisters, husbands, wives, lovers and friends, all watching their loved ones fall only for that distraction to be their downfall as well.

And then as the battle grew more frenzied the Evil One stepped forward to finish what had to be finished. He made his way to the middle of the battle where he held up his wand and issued a challenge.

"HARRY POTTER! PROVE TO ME THAT YOU ARE WORTHY OF THE TITLES THEY HAVE GIVEN YOU AND YOUR LOVED ONES SHALL BE SPARED, FAIL AND ALL SHALL DIE, BUT EITHER WAY YOU SHALL DIE HERE TONIGHT!"

And so the One of Hope and the One of Evil fought and all the rest stood and watched.

The battle lasted hours, the Dark Lord taunting the Chosen One with what would happen once he lay cold on the ground, the Chosen One fighting all the harder with each taunt.

And then, in slow motion, the One of Hope fell and he didn't get up. The time seemed to stretch and it felt as if days had passed before anyone moved. And the Evil One stood cackling through it all. Then he turned his wand towards the female member of what had come to be known as the "Golden Trio" and voiced that all-powerful spell. And the green light flew towards her. But then something happened that could never have been expected.

The spell turned itself back on its castor and, lacking the time in which to move, it struck him. And his last cackle turned into a cry of surprise. And cries of relief and despair were issued as the plague of the Magical World fell to the ground, dead. No black cloud came forth to signify that his soul lived on.

And the girl stood there, just staring at the spot where her friend once stood. And the people passed her by, as if she weren't there at all.

And then time passed, the young hero's funeral was attended by thousands. Thousands of people who knew only the name and the story but not the man. The girl did not attend; rather she stayed in her room, crying, with a candle lit just for him.

And more time passed.

The will reading came and went, leaving her sadder than before. Leaving her more confused than ever, she could not understand why he wouldn't tell her that he was married, married to Ginny of all people, why he didn't tell her that they had had a son. She who was supposed to be his best friend was the only one who didn't know.

He split his fortune between his son and Teddy Lupin. There were many items he left behind so as to be remembered, but none were left to her. All she received was a diary, such a strange thing to give. A diary, in which he wasn't even the author, a diary that she opened that night only to close again once she realized it wasn't his writing; she hadn't even read a word.

A month passed, her birthday came and with it a proposal. One to which she answered yes. And so she and the third member of the Golden Trio were married that Christmas.

In the next four years she gave birth to a son and a daughter, started her career and avoided her sister-in-law and the son of her best friend as best she could.

Then the day came when her eldest went off to Hogwarts. And that night as she was cleaning out her old school trunk she once again came across the diary. Every night that year she would open it, flip through a few pages without reading anything, then hide it again up in her trunk. But at the end of the year she moved its hiding place and stopped taking it out.

Twenty-four years passed, her daughter had already married and now her eldest, her son was marrying. On the very day of the wedding a strange note arrived. It had only two words on it: 'Read Diary.' And so that night she did. She sat down and she read it, cover to cover. It took her but a week. And in all her reading she never did find out who the first author was, but she did find that Harry had written in the diary. Half way through the book his writing took over from the others. But she paid little attention before that, only skimming over the others writing.

And, once she was done reading through it the first time, she read it again, and then again, always starting where his writing started. Reading about how his marriage to Ginny was arranged, arranged by Dumbledore and some man he never learnt the name of, how he had found out about it as the ceremony was happening. Reading about the potions they were both forced to take to insure not only a pregnancy but that the child would be male, a male heir to both the Black and Potter fortunes. How he wasn't even there for his child's birth. How he wouldn't even touch the child once he did meet it. How he refused any part in the naming of the son who would be named Harry Jr.

Then later reading about a method he believed could kill Voldemort. That it would involve his temporary death, but that he had found a way to be saved. Reading about this amazing spell he had found in a very old family text. A spell that would allow the caster to reverse the death of one person, but that there was certain prerequisites the caster must have for it to work. The first and most important was that the caster must love the one they wish to bring back, whether that love is sisterly, friendly or romantic it did not matter, it only mattered that the love be mutual. The caster must be female, unmarried and pure. And here in lay the problem, for she was no longer single or pure. She was twenty-seven years too late to save her friend.

And so years passed, her marriage disintegrated around her, although they could not get a divorce. Slowly but surely life started to pass her by. She gave up everything that used to give her joy. Her job fell by the wayside. Her children stopped visiting her. Her husband and her started living in separate houses, and he took a mistress and eventually a second wife, one she never met.

And so on her friend's birthday, July 31st, when she was 67 she passed away. All alone. Two weeks it was before anyone found her, sitting in her chair in front of the now dead fire where she had been rereading the journal for the 500th time. But the journal was no longer there. At the very moment of her death it disappeared without as much as a trace.

Only two knew of its disappearance.

Across the straight, in a small farm house somewhere in France, a young woman awoke suddenly from her dreamless sleep. And with a smile on her face she awoke her husband with a shake.

"It has ended. And so it shall begin again." And he looked at her with a smile.

"Just as you said it would, my dear, just as you said."

And then the voice echoed throughout everything and yet only these two of those who still walked the earth heard.

"You have failed, my child."

Author Note:

DestroyerDRT: Sorry about the Alert I hit the wrong button when replacing the chapter so I had 2 copies of the prologue up for a few minutes.

This is still being edited butI felt bad about that alert so here it is.