Reality was Overrated

Chapter 1

Blinking in disbelief, Albus Dumbledore whirled around and gasped at the pure white walls that surrounded him. Snapping his head left and right he was confused at how he had appeared in the white room. with nothing but four walls and with no door attached to it. He shut his eyes and thought back to the last thing he could remember. He remembered begging Severus to kill him. Tears gathered up in the corner of his eyes as he remembered the horror that flashed across the man's tired face.

"Oh Severus, can you ever forgive an old man for his mistakes?" Stumbling to the ground, Albus bowed his head as the tears he never allowed himself to cry, gently fell down his wrinkled old face. He'd never wanted to hurt anyone. All he wanted was for the pain to stop, for it to go away as he went to the afterlife with his arms opened wide and Death took his eternal soul. Why now did he feel for the mistakes, the manipulation, and the anguish of what he had done for the good of them all.

Always, always for the greater good.

He realized he hated himself, how could he be the leader of the light when he caused so much pain behind the scenes of people lives. His number one mistake that flew across his addled mind was the first time he met Tom Riddle. He'd condemned a boy who spoke Parseltongue, out of fear. Tears once more dropped to the whitened floor as the pain that he caused the once brilliant young man. He'd always known that Lord Voldemort was created from his own selfish desire to see something that wasn't there, to begin with. He should have looked beneath the arrogant child to see the walls that he built to hide the hurt and disappointment of what life had given him for his short eleven years of living. Blinking the tears away, Albus bowed his head as another small little baby flashed across his mind's eye. A small boy with glowing emerald eyes.

The only one who could kill Voldemort.

"Harry…" Whispering the name with a plea for forgiveness. Dumbledore crumbled to the ground as pain erupted deep inside of him.

Static shot through the walls around the kneeling wizard. Albus head shot up confused as the walls that surrounded him appeared to be fuzzy like the telly that the muggles seemed so fond of. Blinking, he slowly set up as he focused upon the snowy walls. A picture slowly came into focus, his eyes widened in shock as an image of Harry came to be in front of him. Raising his wrinkled hand, he slowly inched across the floor to see if he could touch the moving picture of Harry. Tears slowly cascade down his face as he slowly touched the moving picture of the boy that should never have seen the act of war.

"Forgive me for the life you have lived." Saying those words as the tears slowly came down his face, Albus bowed his head in defeat.

"Look upon the face of what you have created."

Albus's body stiffened up in disbelief, his head shot up to look behind him. He stumbled back to his feet as he whirled around to gape at the being that appeared behind him.

"Who are you, madam? Why am I here?" Albus demanded.

The being that stood behind him was like nothing he had ever seen before. An entity that glowered, nothing but pure power, stood there with its head cocked to the side while looking in the eyes of gentle blue. The being smiled, almost amused, as she raised her hand to wave about the room. Laughter erupted deep within of the being.

"Look upon the face of what you created in your quest for power and control." Soft words drifted across the small room, waiting for Albus to focus upon the face of Harry once more.

Albus turned and looked deeply to the scene that appeared before him. Harry was fighting Voldemort, as he watched how their wands clashed in dominance his eyes widened in shock. A golden light encompassed the both of them as the battle continued to get deadly. He stumbled back in disbelief.

"No," Whirling around to gape at the entity, "It's not possible…" trailing off, Albus realized tears were started to fall down his whitened cheeks again.

A cold sneer overcame the entity's face, "you made many mistakes. The number one mistake was Tom Riddle. He was supposed to be the one who leads the Wizarding World to a new age." Tilting its head, another smile came to its lips, this one colder in it intensity, "He was born to be the king, without him the Wizarding World will fall in several more years."

Albus stood frozen as shock grabbed at his throat at what was just revealed to him. "Impossible... That can't be right. There's no way for him to be the king, the rightful heir to the throne. You are mistaken. You have to be." Shaking his head in denial, Albus started backing away in shock of what the female was saying to him. "No, impossible you're wrong. There's no way. They couldn't be…"

The shadow slammed Albus against the wall with a growl. "You are the reason why Tom Riddle became Voldemort! You are the reason why my dark creatures run in fear of the light! You are the reason why the magic of all the realms dies out to become nothing more than dust! YOU are the reason why Harry Potter kills himself after he kills his destined dark mate!" Laughing as the being glared with such coldness, "You are the reason why the Wizarding World falls in twenty years!"

Growing angrier, another sneer was let lose, "You, you, and you! Face what you have done in your quest for greatness! Your arrogance caused the downfall of all my creatures!"

Albus stumbled back in horror as he fell back against the wall, the tears fell down more as the reality crashed around him. He was the reason why the world he loved more than anything died out in mere years. Closing his eyes Albus clenched his hand into a fist. "You are Lady Magic, the Lady Hecate." Albus bowed his head shocked. "How can I fix this? How can I change what has happened or what will happen?" Albus begged her.

The Goddess pulled back as a colder smile graced her face, "Your power is needed. I will transfer both of them to another life. Another reality, to live the life both of them deserve. The only way I can do any of this is with the power and soul of the person who harmed them the most. You are the one who cursed them with a hellish life, who took their chance to have a family. You took everything from them. I will give them what they deserved more than anything. What is your choice Albus Dumbledore? The only way for me to give them this chance, you must give your all freely."

Albus raised his head and lock his eyes on the face of Harry, who was still fighting his soul mate. Tears gathered up once more, he will make this right. Harry should have grown up loved. The tears dropped down again, he thought he was doing the right thing by denying Harry the right to know that Tom Riddle was supposed to be his dominant mate.

"Why was he so important?" Albus whispered with his head still bowed.

The Lady of magic smiled quite coldly, "He was going to be the one that all light and dark creatures flocked to also he was going to be the one who bridged the gap between them. The one who combined them all under one nation, one God. The one who fought by giving his own sweat and tears to a goal so others wouldn't be criticized for race, poverty, and social standing. He was going to be the prince who brought them all together and in the end, he became nothing more than wasted flesh."

Albus bowed his head as his tears escaped once more. He was a such a fool, a fool that condemned his world to become nothing but a distant memory. Why hadn't he listened to Gellert? He couldn't beg for forgiveness. The only thing he could do was…

Give both of them the chance to have a life worth fighting for.

Albus forced himself to sit up to stand in front of the entity. With his head held high he locked light blue eyes with Hecate's deep black orbs, "Will he be happy? That's all I want to know. If he will be, then you can have my soul, my magic, and my blood. I care not what you do to me as long as Harry Potter is safe and happy; Tom finally knowing what love is truly all about."

Hecate smiled slowly more relaxing than when she first appeared before him. "You have my word." Tilting her head, her smile widened.

Albus nodded, took a deep breath and he smiled twinkling eyes in all. "Now what's next m'dear, what should I do."

Throwing her head back with a laugh, Hecate raised her hand and snapped her fingers. "Leave it all to me, dear wizard..."

Albus blinked, shocked when the room began spinning around in circles. Blinking again, Albus smiled. The walls started fading away, and the last thought before he succumbed to darkness was at least he had saved two boys that should have been loved all along.

Harry Potter/ Avengers

Snapping his head left and right, Harry Potter frowned. Confused, as he looked around the station at Kings Cross. He stood there dumbfounded, trying to understand why he was standing there on an empty platform.

"Hello, anyone there?" Harry called out as he turned around slowly.

Mist floated around the place as Harry slowly turned this way and that more confused than anything. Stopping to look into the mist, his eyes widened as the form of the headmaster appeared inside the mist.

"Sir, what are you doing here?" Blinking shocked eyes, "I'm dead aren't I?" It was the only thing that made sense. . . He really didn't know how he was supposed to feel about that.

Chuckling, Albus smiled into the glowing emerald green eyes of the person he had most harmed with his choices. Sadness darkened his eyes, he will make this right. He will give him what he should have all along.

A life full of love.

"I am here to give you a choice, my boy. A choice is given to you by a higher power. A choice where you will have the responsibility of just being yourself." Albus said softly, "Something that most people would love to have."

Harry's eyes widened, confused more than anything. "What are you talking about?"

"Tell me, Harry, do you want to move on to the next great adventure that will be gifted to you. To live a life without the responsibility of being the Boy Who Lived, or the one who vanquished a Dark Lord. The boy who save the world of magic." Trying not to flinch as those words came out of his mouth, Albus sighed. He needed to convince Harry this was the right decision. That this was what he needed, to have the life the great Hecate promised him.

Harry blinked up at Dumbledore, wondering why he was telling him this. All of this was so confusing to him. The last thing he remembered was walking to his death. Going to face Voldemort so he could literally drop dead. Blinking up at the headmaster, Harry frowned. "Why are you telling me this?" Shaking his head, as the frown darkened against his worn-out face.

Albus sighed, "Harry, you are going to be given a choice, a choice of possibilities. A life where you will become something other than the Boy Who Lived. If only you take that step in a possible path of fulfillment."

Harry closed his eyes worn and very tired all of a sudden. Turning to face the mist, as the thoughts of his friends overcame him. "what's going to happen to my friends. Will they be alright?" Harry whispered.

Before Albus could respond to the question a whimper echoed across the empty station.

Harry blinked turning his head toward the whimper; he froze as he saw a deformed infant under a bench as it clenched its fingers wanting something that it's never had. Harry moved forward wanting to hold the crying baby.

"What…?" He whispered confused.

Albus smiled, "Tom Riddle was much like you, my boy. He never felt the love of a mother or a father. He wanted something, yet how could he know what he wanted? Love has always been the key to defeating him, I've told you that many times before; yet I really never grasped it until now. Your heart is your greatest power. Your ability to love has always surprised me. Tell me, Harry, can you take the step to save the man that took everything from you or can you help with the pain that resided in his heart before he became Lord Voldemort."

Harry raised his bright emerald green eyes and locked them with gentle blue. "What are you talking about?" Shaking his head, "it's almost like you want me to save him. Why are you asking me this? He took everything from me, my parents, my godfather, you! Even the place that was once my home!" Stumbling back, he started shaking his head again in denial.

Albus sighed, "your friends will move on to live their lives to the best of their abilities. They will miss you yes a course they will, but they will hope you are finally able to be happy. They will never forget the sacrifice with the winning of the war. They lost a friend, but gained peace for them to raise their children in."

Harry's eyes once more moved toward the squalling child, he slowly inched forward. Bending down as the baby cried with tears running down its deformed face. Harry frowned more as his heart clenched in time with its whimpering. Confused as the infant screamed, Harry raised his finger to gently wiped the tears from its face.

The baby gently blinked up at the man that leaned in front of him.

Harry's eyes teared up, not really understanding why he wanted to cry for the deformed infant of Tom Riddle. Could he really give up everything, to be selfish and choose a life with love? A life that Tom Riddle could have as well.

A life full of love…

"What's the catch?" Harry whispered.

Albus smiled, "There is nothing. The only thing you have to do is ride the train with Tom Riddle's soul piece. The train will know what to do. That is all you have to do, my boy."

Harry raised his head and locked emerald green with gentle blue, "How can he be reformed if the rest of his soul was destroyed?"

Albus smiled gently at the confused glowing green. Moving closer to the kneeling wizard Albus bent down to stare into his eyes. "The part that resided inside your scar was the innocence of childhood. The part that wasn't Lord Voldemort, but the innocent child that was bullied and still wanted the love of a family to save him from his home life. He needs you now, Harry, to make a decision for the both of you, so both of you can live."

Harry paused in stroking the cheek of the infant, looking down shocked that the child's face started smoothing out into the softness of a newborn. Harry bent his face more and locked his gaze with bright green. He almost stumbled back at the light intelligence that brightly shown in the child's gaze. Harry slowly moved closer and raised his hands to gently grasped the baby so he could hold him tightly against his chest.

He was going to do it. He needed to save him from the evil that cloaked him like a second skin. He needed to save him… "Alright, I'll do it." Tightening his hands around the baby he slowly eased up to a standing position and turned to face his headmaster. "What now, Headmaster?"

Albus smiled at him with tears in his eyes. "All you have to do is board the train."

Harry slowly turned to the waiting train, looking down once more at the infant. He slowly smiled, he was doing the right thing. He didn't know where they were going but at least the both of them were going to get a second chance at a family.

He slowly moved toward the waiting train, before he got to it he turned once more and locked his gaze with his headmaster. "Thank you." He turned with nothing left to say and boarded it. Albus smiled once more, "your heart will always be your greatest treasure. Guard it well my boy, for when Tom Riddle comes to it he won't let it go."

He smiled more already feeling his soul disappearing into nothing as the Goddess took whatever it needed from his very being. He closed his eyes as he felt himself turn to light and dust. "Good luck, my boy. You're going to need it."

Harry Potter/Avengers

Hecate smiled amused as she walked upon the icy plain, she was sad to see her two favorite magic users so at odds with each other. She was going to make sure they would be giving a second chance to find each other. Her boys, her two beloved children were going to come together in love if she had anything to say about it.

Moving closer to the spot another smile graced her lips as she heard the whimpering child that she was coming to see. "There you are, little one." Another gentle smile came to her lips, as she made it to the place that the icy people abandoned their weak children they don't believe that would survive their first winter.

"You have quite the journey ahead of you before you can find your happy ending." Bending down and picking up the baby blue infant another smile graced her lips. "You see my child, I need a being that could house a small piece of a soul that could grow up, merge together, and become one with the piece. You have the power. Almost a God, yet born from such hatred. You will be my child of magic that becomes the host of Tom Riddle. You, who will become Harry Potter's soul mate. Light and Darkness, with both of you together magic will live on." As she locked eyes with the new born baby she pulled out a glowing ball of light. It was smaller than most souls but it was just enough for him to be connected to Harry as his soul mate.

Raising her head when she started hearing the clopping sounds of a horse she bent down and closed her eyes and moved the soul to the center of the baby's chest and gently pushed it into him. Opening her eyes she smiled, "Now you will have the power to protect your greatest treasure. His heart."

Putting the infant down back when she found him, she waved her hand to make herself disappear so Oden wouldn't see her. Watching on how he appeared and saw the child she smiled once more. "Now we wait…"

Another being appeared right beside her, "I don't like waiting."

Hecate sighed, almost amused. "It's all we can do." Turning to stare at the shadowed figure that stood there right beside her, "your master will be born, just not yet. Loki needs time to grow, to be the mate Harry needs."

Death coldly stared down the goddess. With a huff, it disappeared.

Hecate shook her head and disappeared as well.

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