Hand Of Destiny

"I have been many things...A hero, an evil person, a criminal, a champion of light. I've been a killer, and a thief, I've been a master of muggle weapons. I've seen things that most can only begin to imagine and only the sky has been my limit; a limit that I find myself occasionally surpassing. I've been at the very bottom, an abused child who fears for his life, and I've been a terrible friend, and member of my family. I've been a saint as well. I've been human, and I've been everything from demon to 'god'. I've seen it all. Yet, I am just one person, glorified by millions of words. Over time; I've began to wonder who am I truly? What is my purpose?"

It was then the figure thought back to one of his many lives and remembered seeing an evil figure standing in front of a mirror.

"In some cases I win. In others; he overpowers me and takes the stone. But which is the 'truth'?"

One day he would find the truth; and reality has a vicious tendency to tear people down.

The being's name was Harry James Potter; sometimes the son of Lily and James Potter, sometimes Severus' Son, sometimes grandchild of Albus Dumbledore or something else entirely.

"I found out that my life, or rather lives were all nothing more than an illusion, a cruel hoax played on me by some whim of fate. Even my name was a terrible joke on me."

"Listen to my story, for this might be the only chance I have to tell it." The figure said as he sat beside a fireplace in the ruined hovel of a home.

"This story begins where many stories do, at birth. I was born to the parents of Lily and James Potter and while our tiny family hid we were happy. I remember how happy my mother's voice was. That's what tells me that we were happy indeed. Anyway, that day came where I was orphaned, and abandoned on the Dursley's porch. My story would be a miserable one for the next ten years. I was eleven when I found out that I; Harry Potter was a hero; a champion to the entire world! Talk about big shoes to fill!"

"I then began to subconsciously become that hero. It was because of this that I faced...Voldemort, my parent's murderer in a small chamber deep beneath the school. He was attached to the back of Quirrel's head. I was repulsed and shocked. Nevertheless I readied myself as the most evil dark lord in history began to speak.

"What are you doing here boy?" Voldemort asked curiously.

"Stopping you." The black haired boy responded.

Voldemort snorted in amusement.

"And why are you stopping me?" Voldemort asked.

"Hello? You're the...thing that killed my parents!" The green eyed boy snarled.

Voldemort shook his shared head in disgust.

"Hardly. I've never met your parents." Voldemort said smoothly.

"Everyone says that you killed my mum and dad all those years ago on Halloween!" The boy yelled.

"It's rather hard to kill a child's parents if you don't know where they are. Yes I killed Lily and James Potter and yes it was there that I lost my body but it wasn't from their spawn's doing. The baby was rather...easy to kill. A quick reducto to the head...It was all over."

"You're nuts! I'm still alive!" The boy shouted.

"I see I have to reiterate this for you so that your feeble mind will comprehend this. I never killed your parents. I killed the Potters, not you."

"But I am Harry Potter." The raven haired youth snarled.

"Hardly. You're nothing than a fake planted by Albus Dumbledore to take the boy's place. Dumbledore needed a 'hero' and more importantly an eventual martyr."

"You're lying."

"I have no reason to lie. I have all the advantages here boy. You're bound and should anyone whom opposes me appear I merely need to use you as a hostage to get them to give me the stone."

This silenced the boy; for he knew that the Dark Lord was right.

"You realized this didn't you?" Voldemort mocked before he continued.

"Do you know why he needed a 'hero'?" Voldemort asked.

Harry shook his head weakly.

"In the days of old it was custom for a king to have a hero. As a matter of fact according to ancient magical laws should you be of a certain power, respected by enough of the people, have enough money, pass certain rituals and have a champion you will assume the throne of wizarding England."

The boy's eyes widened at the revelation.

"That custom is part of the very magical essence of this country. Now, he needed 'Harry Potter' the defeater of the most evil dark lord in history to be his 'hero' then after he had done enough reckless things and won he would be dubbed a hero. The hero swears fealty to Dumbledore, and then Dumbledore is king. Then he needs an excuse to become dictator. Solution: Martyr. Kill the 'hero' and pin it on someone else. This way he announces martial law and he now is a complete dictator. A simple plan; but one that few would be able to divine due to the age of the custom."

The boy blinked in shock at the accusations.

"Well, 'hero' or should I say sacrificial lamb? Just sit tight."

It was an hour later when the boy laid on the floor utterly exhausted; the sorcerer's stone resting in the palm of the his hand.

Quirrel had been defeated by mere luck. A well planned Levitation charm had lifted the mirror of erised and dropped it upon his head; the impact was so great that he had died instantly.

Concept: HP was not born HP but is a creation by Albus Dumbledore to get control over the world. His parents...are unknown. This is an idea behind this. In this Volde told the truth. So who is Harry? This is a path of self discovery. A path where our hero needs to find himself. Will "Harry" become the same hero he is in Cannon? Or will he merely give up?

This is the basic concept. At this time it's Just another 'might be'.

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