Summary: When given a chance to embark on a new journey away from the Wizarding world once and for all, Harry takes it. However, each hero has a task, and Harry learns the hard way that he can't escape his destiny.
Disclaimer: If you honestly think I'm J.K. Rowling, I'll take it as a compliment. Or... in some cases an insult, considering how Rowling finished the series with Harry getting together with Ginny - ew.
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In life, people are rarely given a chance to change their destinies. They grow up the way they do, struggling through the curve balls life has thrown at them.
The Elders were the ones that were supposed to be in charge of people's chances. How destiny dealt the cards (pun intended), how much luck was to be presented, and should certain things would occur so that the world could be a better or worse place. Made up of four beings, three of the four Elders represented good, while the last represented evil.
Van was the Elder who represented evil, and like the others he too possessed the same abilities to grant chances and change destinies. The Conductor, the all powerful mighty being who created the Elders, included him in the group to help balance the good and evil in the world. However, because the ratio was 3:1, Van would often take his chances and battle it out with the others when it came to any decision making; dealing the cards was how he rolled:
"Full house, let's see you beat that," Van said, revealing his cards to the other three Elders.
The three beings flinched and shook their heads while Van thought about what his request would be. After a few seconds he announced whose destiny he was going to meddle with.
"I'm revoking Spear's innocence," he sad, ignoring the cries from the others.
"Now is that really necessary?" Mae, one of the other Elders, asked.
"I was getting sick of her music," Van explained before continuing with the game. "Who's turn is it to deal?"
Several minutes passed before one of the other Elders had the better hand and won; she then continued with her request.
"Europe is in chaos right now. The prophecy's finally been revealed to Potter and I think it's time we stepped in before anything bad happens."
The other two Elders shrugged before turning to Van, who nodded his head. Gwendolyn, the Elder who had won this round, snapped her fingers; immediately a man appeared out of thin air.
"You called, my lady?" the man bowed as a sign of respect.
"Yes, Kazu. It's time to approach Potter. Give him the opportunity of living life as a normal kid. See if he'll take up the offer of freedom." Gwendolyn instructed.
"Is it the usual ten years?" Kazu asked for confirmation.
"No, just offer four and a half. Van decided to kill Spear's popularity four and a half years early," Gwendolyn paused to throw Van a glare, "so we have some extra magic for him to use."
"I see, I'll leave right away," Kazu said, giving another light bow before disappearing.
"Alright then, new round," Van said, grabbing the cards and beginning to shuffle them, "everyone still wanna play this or switch over to another game?"
"Another game's good," an Elder named Akane answered.
A few seconds passed as the cards were re-dealt, and soon the game started up again.
"Mae, you got a two?"
"Goldfish."
The game continued for several minutes before Van slaughtered the Elders again.
"Hah, hm... Let's make Potter spend three of those years training."
"What?!" The Elders cried out, ignoring the look on Van's face.
"Oh come on, we can thrown him in the Time Chamber next door. Chuck him back into regular time afterwards and have him attend a mortal school for a year or so before re-entering the war. You honestly think I'll let Riddle hang around for four and a half years before taking over the place?"
"I honestly don't understand why you're still rooting for the guy. Didn't he try to kill you to get your powers?" Gwendolyn asked.
"Oh, yeah. I banished him back to spirit mode," Van growled. "It's the bad guy thing to do though! We're supposed to help each other... since the overall goal's the same."
Van suddenly sighed as if he was hit with an ephiphany, "But I admit, I never should have let Flamel escape with my immorality information."
The three elders rolled their eyes, before they all simultaneously snapped their fingers. Kazu was going to go insane from the amount of work they gave him.
Day one
Harry James Potter was officially free. Under a new alias, Nicholas Cliffmore, he was now residing in a small town somewhere in Wales. Kazu had set him up with a small flat, and he was to spend the rest of the summer on his own before going to a muggle school and continuing his education.
The flat Kazu had set him up with was a nice place. It came equipped with a telly, a fridge, and several other muggle electronics that Harry had learned to use at the Dursleys; it even came with a laptop! Harry had woken up that morning around ten, and after making a huge breakfast and stuffing himself (getting sick in the process from the huge amount of food he ate) he decided to head into the village to explore.
It was about half past noon by the time Harry had finished his walk around the village, when suddenly the unexpected occurred: he heard someone shout Crucio. Ducking behind a building he peered out slowly just in time to see several figures dressed in black robes apparate into the town.
"Bloody hell," Harry muttered to himself as he pulled out his wand. Just his luck, he finally gets a chance to start new and the death eaters come knocking at his door.
Casting a disillusionment charm on himself, Harry sprinted into action to defend the villagers. Although he had only been in the town for a few hours, he felt a connection to the place, and he wasn't about to let the Death Eaters destroy his new home.
"Stupefy," Harry whispered, pointing his wand at a death eater who was setting flames to a nearby store.
Running to another location, Harry ducked behind another building before the other death eaters could find him. He stunned several other death eaters before the others could notice.
"They're defending themselves! Switch to killing curses!" a familiar voice cried out.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he singled out the death eater who had spoken: Bellatrix Lestrange.
Flashes of green light could now be seen flying through the town, and Harry looked away in pain when he saw a mother die protecting her daughter. Yet another child would grow up without their mother.
Anger now flowed through Harry, and the boy-who-lived wasted no time sprinting out of his hiding location. Still disillusioned, the death eaters had not noticed him.
Careful not to do anything stupid - like casting an unforgiveable again - Harry decided to act like a muggle (although Mad-Eye would've still considered what he did stupid). Tackling Bellatrix to the ground and somehow knocking the witch out, Harry rolled to the side in case anyone decided to hex him while he was down.
"Bloody hell - Lestrange's down!"
Harry raised his wand and continued to cast more curses and hexes. It was after a few minutes did he realize that the crowd of death eaters he was battling must have been new recruits and Bellatrix Lestrange must've been in charge of their first assignment, for they were no longer as organized.
Feeling a bit more confident, Harry began to be less careful. He cast more curses in one location before moving to another, and he was not as quiet or swift with his movement. It was not surprising when a random curse caught him in the stomach a few minutes later; darkness filled his world.
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