The Gift of Time

Brief explaination, I originally wrote The Goblet of Fire: How it should have happened! but due to major inspiration I have now decided to begin again. This is mainly because the plot that I needed to use for the Goblet of Fire to get where I wanted was so complicated and had so many plot holes that I was struggling to make it work. A sudden inspiration burst has given me a new angle to approach it from.

Summary: It's been five years since the end of the great war, five years since Voldemorts death at the hands of Harry Potter. His death was supposed to make things alright again, his death was supposed to end the suffering and stop the horror. But it didn't. Things went from bad to worse. Fate is not happy. Fate is intervening. Fate has a plan.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, all rights belong to JKR, the only thing I own is the plot.

Chapter Two

by Rosa241

It took many minutes for his eyes to adjust to the blinding light surrounding him, it took even longer to remember what had happened to him. The little girl – the Fate? – the light, the falling...what the hell was going on? He first thought that maybe he'd gone crazy – wouldn't be surprising given everything that's happened lately – however he quickly dismissed this, he'd always summerized that going crazy would be like a dream, like falling into your hearts desire. This was more like a nightmare. After a few more moments he settled upon exactly that, a nightmare. He'd merely fallen on the stairs and hit his head, knocking himself unconscious and this was the result.

It seemed logical, it seemed more than plausible...so why did it feel wrong? Why did this feel so real?

He tried walking but he found himself unable to walk, or...maybe he was moving but the world was remaining still. He tried shouting but his voice failed him. It appeared as though he was caught in a place where nothing mattered, where nothing and everything was possible...where the hell did that thought come from? His thoughts, were they even thoughts? Or were they something else entirely? – Seriously, where the hell was this coming from!

Before his brain could wander even further away from sanity – seemingly disproving his 'not going crazy' theory – a familiar voice broke through.

"I'm glad you made it, we have much to discuss." The green girl appeared out of nowhere. "We need to talk to you."

"Okay, okay, okay! Listen, what the hell am I doing here? Who the hell are you? And where the hell are we? An-And who exactly is this 'we' ?" Percy's voice shocked even him, he had no idea when he'd regained his voice but right now it was the least of his worries.

"Forgive us." A new, deeper voice entered the conversation. A larger, male figure appeared once again out of nowhere, what was with these people and just popping up? "Allow us to explain..."

"Yeah, right now that seems like a good idea!" He couldn't help but sound angry; after all it wasn't every day that you were kidnapped.

"We are the Fates. We control all the worlds out there, without us no life is possible. We created magic, we created everything. We are everything. We created life, and we gave it free will." The larger male began to explain.

"Hang on, what are you talking about...I don't understand!" There was once a time Percy would have died rather than utter those words.

"We are God. We created life, and then we gave it free will – we allowed life to continue on it's own, we weren't needed anymore. We were always there in the background, keeping an eye on things but we stayed out of it, we let life deal with the problems it had created. It worked but then...but then he came along. He was not part of our vision, he was not part of our plan. We had not foreseen him." He was thankful the green girl had stayed, apparently she understood what 'explaining' actually meant. "The one your people called Voldemort was not apart of our plan. His existence had to be eradicated, unfortuanatly by giving your world free will we could not intervene. We could not stop him. We did what we could, but we failed."

"Hang on, you failed? But he's gone, Voldemorts dead." Percy's head felt ready to explode about now.

"Yes, but the outcome that followed was not what we had fortold many eons ago. The war didn't turn out as it should have." The large man continued. "Whilst Voldemort's death came to pass, the aftermath that should have come to pass did not. That is why you are here."

With that the large man left, leaving Percy even more confused that before.

"Okay, right so let me get this straight. You guys are Fate, you predicted a long time ago what would happen to us but V-Voldemort wasn't part of that prediction and because of that things that should have happened...didn't happen." He was trying desperately to make sense of everything in his head, which was definitely about to explode. A nod from the green girl led him to finally ask the question that had been on his lips the entire time. "What does that have to do with me? Why did you bring me here?"

"You are the key." His face must have conveyed his confusion since the green girl continued. "We have been watching you for some time now. Despite the hardships you have suffered, despite the decisions that you have made, you have never stopped caring. You have never stopped trying to make everything better. Regardless of the attitude you have displayed your heart has always been in the right place. That is why you have been chosen."

"Chosen...for what?"

"To be our warrior. Whilst your world has free will we cannot intervene, but removing that free is not the way. That is why we need you. You are the one who do it."

"Do what?"

"Change the past...in order to save the future." All too suddenly the green girl disappeared and the familiar sensation of floating yet falling returned. He was hot, he was cold, he was tired.

Was he truly going crazy? Had the efforts of the last five years finally broken his mind? Had he hit his head? Was he dreaming? Would he ever wake up? Did he want to?

So many thoughts and questions were running through his mind, so many things...but as his eyes once again grew heavy and his vision faded to black one question stood out in his mind:

Was it possible to change the past?

Okay, so Fate has chosen Percy, but what is Fates plan?

A/N: If anything didn't make sense, Lord only knows I had enough trouble writing it, let me know and I'll be only too happy to explain. R&R