A/N - All standard disclaimers still apply. It's a bit late and some parts are spaced in a particular way, and it's a bit shorter word wise than it looks. More story and less author notes this time.

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In the in between world where the gods reside FATE did decide to provide a new prophecy for her chosen ones. In a chateau in France, the seer attached to the Vela matriarch was gifted with said prophecy. In Ottery St. Catchpole the great great great granddaughter of Cassandra, mistress of the Moon, was so gifted. Her aunt who was holed up in a tower in Hogwarts was cursed with it. She was drunk at the time and would be forced to repeat it randomly until someone both heard and understood that it was a prophecy. Finally, in London, in an ancient manor home with a badger carved into the door, the grand-mere of the house and family is also cursed with the knowledge, and receives it while attempting to pass on important family lore to her daughter. "This book cannot be passed to you, even though the statue can. You must pass it to your daughter. It is important. Teacher her everything I have taught you, and tell her … and in a voice not her own, a voice from the distant past were gods still walked the earth with men, she says 'Child of Prophecy

and the Brother of the same

Bane of No man

Except the one without a name

Proof against Manipulators

Even the one standing tall

The instrument, the focus, the seer,

First called, first blooded, first win

Luck shines brighter, within

The Knight, Sorceress and Queen

Balance the others between

Life and death, light and dark,

Pure Evil and Good,

make their mark

together they stand or fall

Luck, life, death, Instruments all

Love together or fall'

The shock kills her.

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#4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England

A baby wrapped in a blue blanket in a basket sits outside on the porch of #4. The baby has a lightning bolt scar and the blanket has a letter attached to it. A being that looks like a Dementor walks up to the baby. "You must be the chosen one in Fate's prophecy. Well, let's have a look at you then. A warming charm, a notice me not charm, some tracking charms, a blood ward tie... hang on now. That ward's tied to a mother's sacrifice, that's ancient magic. Fate is really going to owe me for this one, nothing's supposed to interfere with a sacrifice made out of love. Riddle must have made more than one horacrux, just one would have been overwhelmed by that love based magic. What else then, magically bound core, no that won't do. Blood ancestry suppression … what in the name of all of the realms? You can't be pregnant, first of all you're a boy, secondly you're way to young. How did you get a second soul? Well, everything else can be fixed at home, that must be fixed here." The figure's eyes glow a pure gray, like fog in bright moonlight. "Well hello Riddle. I didn't expect to be able to escort you to your new home so soon. I begin to see why the prophecy was not fulfilled." The figure draws a

scythe, shrinks it to the size of a scalpel and cuts the lightning bolt scar open with it. A hand that appears to be nothing but bone comes out of it's robes and is set on the babies forehead. The hand pulls back from the baby and draws a black and green mist with it. An unearthly scream echos hollowly through the night. "You know what those books of dark magic don't tell you Tom? When you split your soul, each fragment is judged separately. That means I do not have to wait to take you to be judged." The figure twists it's boney hand and the black and green mist forms into a ball. A second twist and the ball of mist flies into what looks like a saddle bag that abruptly appears on it's should. A third twist and the scythe disappears. It raises it's boney fingers to the open hood and an almost unheard whistle echos forlornly through the landscape. A gray glowing Thestral appeared on the horizon, banked, and landed in the yard of #4. The figure threw the saddle bags on then tied them down. It picked up the baby carefully with one hand and climbed aboard. After settling the basket in front of it the boney hand reached out, petted the Thestral, and whispered in it's ear. The Thestral ran a few steps, jumped and flew off into the sky.

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Location: Fate's Domicile

Time: The Space between one blink and the next.

A gray cloaked figure walks up to the hooded female figure that stands next to a spinning wheel with a woven pattern flowing into the distance out of sight.

Fate: "What now DEATH?"

Death: "I've already started setting your prophecy right and thought you'd want to know. When I went to get my apprentice I found that Riddle's attempt earlier caused a fragment of Riddle's soul to embed itself into your chosen one. I've already escorted the fragment to it's judgment."

"I suppose you want you're next act of fate for your apprentice already then?"

"No. Riddle must have split his soul into multiple parts. As far as I know no other mortal has done that. Not even Le Fay was crazy enough to try."

"So?"

"So, he's going to need help. More help then I can give him, once he goes back to the mortal realm when I'm doing training him as my apprentice I can't interfere any more then you can. Well, unless someone is crazy enough to try the Rite of AshkEnte."

"And?"

"And it'll need to be Mortal help. I know you have three relics as well. I suspect that they're already in play or you wouldn't have hounded me about mine. I want you to twist the weave a bit, bring the holders of your relics into contact with my apprentice and let them lend him the boosts from the relics."

"Do you have any idea what you're asking? Those relics are bound to the maternal lines! They can not pass to a man! That means the holders will have to bond to him through marriage or magical debts!"

"Damnation FATE! You came to me for help. Harry is going to need the luck blast it! Didn't you hear me? Riddle split his soul and anchored the fragments more then once! It had never been done before in Riddle's mortal realm cause no one else was crazy enough to try! He's soul is so unstable that it broke off into your chosen one! Riddle bypassed a prophecy, that's never happened either! The end of the realm is not upon us, and believe me I would know, so it's not that magic is unstable, which means that Riddle is either being aided by dark forces on our side of the veil, or something else just as bad! Add in the fact that breaking a soul in the fashion that Riddle did makes the breaker mentally unstable, and that he did it twice on purpose and we've got trouble we could reasonably take to the boss!"

"FINE! However I will not force them to bond, I must leave such things to Chance. All I will do is twist the weave some so that they come into contact and there is a chance that they'll help each other. I can not make the holders of my relics instruments. There is already one of those for me in the mortal realm."

"I know. I'm worried that's what it'll come to for me. I don't want to Make Harry an Instrument if I can help it. We might not have a choice, but like you, I must at least leave that choice up to him. As a possible master of the hallows he'd be the best choice though. Not that I'm happy about it. There has never been an instrument in the mortal realm for me."

"I know. I'm sorry old friend. Maybe I should just take this to the boss anyway."

"You know they know. If they thought we were going to make things worse they'd have come to us. Just put Atropos, Clotho, and Lachesis in play if they're not already. We're going to need the help I think."

"It's done. You make me tired, you know? All of infinity to weave, measure, and cut, and you manage to make me tired."

The gray cloaked figure looks at the weave wending it's way out from the wheel, and notices a kink in the thread.

"Fate? I've never known you to kink the weave before. That will cause a death before it's time."

"You wanted the statues in play, there is a cost."

"You can not make the cost death! You know better!"

"With all of your talk about balance and you baulk at this? It is balance! The death of the seer will trigger the gifts of her daughter! The moon goddess demands this, not I. Selene would have it no other way."

"Her mother or the goddess?"

"Either, both! It doesn't mater! The mother will not request an intervention even though she knows what is coming. The goddess... she might accept a trade. However the soul to be traded must know the cost and be willing. Selene knows the price and will not ask anyone else to pay it!"

"You should not have let the mood goddess interfere in your space, just as I did not allow you to do so in mine"

"I had to!"

growling "FATE WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

broken "I used the moon goddess to get my relics into the mortal realm."

"And you're forcing the mortals to pay the price!?"

"I gave them a choice! Selene decided to pay the price to keep the others from doing so."

The gray glowing figures eye's turn golden.

"You're messing with a soul bond? She will have to go through the entire cycle of death and rebirth again! Her journey is almost over! Do you have any idea how much havoc this could cause?!"

"What would you have me do? The relics are in play, the cost must be paid!"

"Keep your act of fate for this soul. I need the soul more. The judgment and reckoning for this piece of Riddle's soul will have to wait."

"You would break the sanctity of judgment?"

"Riddle will still be judged. There are at least three more soul fragments. I'll just ask that the moon goddess send his soul through a new cycle instead of Selene's. Balance, a soul for a soul, both un- judged, one that deserves to be at piece and one that does not, but might be sent back to try again anyway. At least one of the fragments might. You never know. Some murderers are reborn to try again."

"Death... I..."

"Forget it Fate. The cusp for that death is only five years from now. That's barley a blink of an eye for us. I've got work to do. Next time... I'll go to the boss myself."

"Death wait!"

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