Hello, all! Firstly, I am not sure if it needs to be stated explicitly but this work of fiction is obviously based on Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling and I absolutely do not claim any right on it. As the characters are also from her work, it is safe to say I only play in her sandbox. JKR or WB, please do not sue me.

For the readers, this is something I have written on a whim to stretch my muscles per se. It is an overpowered Harry fic so it is probably not everyone's cup of tea, moreover, it is not finished. I thought I would upload it and see what you think. Any and all feedbacks are welcome. Yes, flames too. Anyways, see ya!

Countless circular multidimensional containers adorned with intricate ribbons of light and knots were floating around. Where, a mortal intelligent being could ask if they could understand the idea of borders of the universe at the first place. The lack of very notion of light and darkness in the most widely accepted way by most intelligent forms made it even more impossible to come up with a description with mundane words. However, these were not the concerns of the place's most recent, and only to be honest, visitor. A vague figure moved towards seemingly a random one.

The figure seemed to be examining the container. It probed the container, shook it and tested it through endless ways that simply cannot be interpreted by mortals.

After subjecting some other containers to the same tests, the figure seemed to settle with one. It didn't look any different than the others. Yet, the figure leaned forward and whispered the words that distinguished it from the others.

"Let there be fun."

And there was.

The scene was going to be known by every magical being on Earth in one way or another. Some were allowed to see it beforehand; some were going to be amongst those special and unfortunate enough to be privy to details by those who had seen it, and the rest was going to be just speculating. However, there was a fourth group consisting of a one-year-old baby and a fifty-four-year-old half-man. It was really unfortunate that the scene was truly remembered only by the baby.

The mentioned scene was a frozen moment in the nursery of 13 Godric's Hollow on the night of the 31st of October – Samhain - 1981. Tom Marvolo Riddle, by his admission Lord Voldemort, seemed to use the spell of the damned on the baby, Harry James Potter, the soon-to-be saviour of the magical Britain, moments before his cursed fame. The little baby was crying like all babies would when they were disturbed by a loud noise and lack of comfort of a parental figure.

However, there was one more figure whose existence was going to be left unknown until much later. The figure seemed to be shrouded by layers of light and darkness. The figure that no alive person would and could remember leaned forward to the bright green streak of magical energy. The usage of magic truly amused the figure. Then, the figure shifted its attention to the frozen baby and whispered in a voice that can be described as only everything.

"Here is my favourite part."

Then, it touched the baby's forehead. A streak of lightning embedded itself to the baby's forehead, leaving a forked mark in its wake.

Then, the figure turned towards the arrogant wizard whose red eyes gleamed viciously with the light of his spell. The figure wondered why they always failed to think logically. The arrogance of the man truly knew no bound.

The figure touched the foolish wizard's forehead. The self-proclaimed immortal Dark Lord simply vanished along with his spell.

Then, the figure turned again towards the still-frozen baby and did something it never did before.

It blessed the baby and faded into nothingness.

The moment the figure vanished the time was released from the grasp of its captor. The night was pierced by a wail of a baby. A baby whose green eyes shined with a golden hue.

Hatred, envy and fear are common emotions. Just like love, compassion and happiness are. The majority of the history on the planet Earth consists of the events caused by the first group of emotions. Throughout many millennia, humans developed in many ways but they could never get rid of those emotions. The very fact that those emotions were also crucial parts of their existence too was never accepted by humans but a few.

The events of the following days were no different. The hatred caused an immature man to forego his responsibilities and succumb to the treacherous flames of vengeance. The fear caused a wise woman to abandon a baby on a cold threshold. The envy caused a loving mother to abandon a baby of her own blood on another threshold wet due to the cold early winter rain.

However, the choices were made by unaffected consciousness of these people. Therefore, their actions like all those before them set them on the unfortunate side of the path of a vengeful man.

That being said, the said man was now sleeping in a shabby cot hugging the last remnant of his parents. Meanwhile, a figure beyond the very edges of existence took a sip from its cup of hot chocolate and giggled.