Hello everyone! This is my first Story! I'm so excited. Constructive criticism and reviews are welcome. ^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of JK Rowling's characters, I'm just playing with them. If you recognize anything else I probably don't own them either. This is the only disclaimer i am going to post and it covers all consecutive chapters.

'Thought'

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"Entity Speech"

Chapter 1 : The End

This was it. We had failed. As Voldemort lorded his victory, flaunting Harry's body, I looked over the dead and wounded. We were in the courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witch and Wizardry, death and destruction evident all around us. Ron was by my side, a brief glance in his direction showing his grief, his family having already had heavy losses in this war and with the loss of our best friend it got even worse. It was in that moment that I felt despair. How had everything gone so wrong? We had almost made it! The Diary, the Ring, the Locket, the Cup, and the Diadem, 5 of the 6 horcruxes we had managed to destroy and now all that was left was that damned Snake and Snakeface himself. Why did Harry go off to face Voldemort alone? We should have been there with them. After all this time, you would think he would know he didn't need to face everything on his own.

With anger born from the grief of so much loss, Ron and I braced ourselves to continue the fight even if it would cost us our lives we could not let our friends' and loved one's deaths be in vain. We shared a glance and with desperation and anger fueling our resolve burst into action once more. It was sad how little we could do, throwing curse after curse knowing all odds were against us and knowing our time on this earth was surely ending as we exhausted ourselves, fighting with everything we had left.

Ron's cry of agony distracted me for a brief precious moment and that was all it took, a severing charm landing a deep cut across my midsection running from my shoulder to my hip in a mocking balance to the scar I had received from Dolohov at the Department of Mystery. As I fell I saw as that bitch Bellatrix hit Ron with a Avada Kedavra and his body hit the ground with a resounding thud. And as I lay there my vision going dark I Raged. My very soul cried out at the injustice of it all. Things should have been different! They should have been better! For all that we had seen and survived in this world, somehow deep down I knew things shouldn't have been this way and as my vision faded to black I regretted not being able to fix it.

The next thing I knew I was waking up.

'Wait a minute… waking up? Shouldn't I be dead?'

My eyes flashed open and I glanced around in confusion at my surroundings. I was laying on a couch in a white room that reminded me of the waiting room at my parent's dentistry. I was in my favorite baby-blue hoody and jeans, no trace of my wand anywhere.

"Hermione Jean Granger" spoke a light voice

I quickly spun around to see a woman somewhere in her thirties standing in a doorway that, if this really was like my parents practice, would lead into the examination rooms. She had sharp intelligent steel-blue eyes behind metal rectangular glasses, dark auburn hair that was pulled up in a tight bun, and fair skin. She was wearing a dark blue women's suit jacket, a button-up white long-sleeved undershirt, a pencil skirt and high heeled knee-high black boots. She had a clipboard in her hand and a no-nonsense attitude.

"I will see you now" the woman said as she gestured for me to enter the door.

"Who are you?" I questioned warily. "Where am I?"

"You may call me Destiny." the woman replied "As to your other question that is what this appointment is about. Now if you will please follow me you will have all your questions answered soon"

Glancing around once more I followed the strange woman as she led me out of the room. As soon as I had passed through the doorway it disappeared and the world seemed to shift as it seemed I had stepped into a forest clearing with an ornate white gazebo in the center with a large round table and two ornate chairs. Destiny took one and motioned for me to take the other.

"Now I know you have many questions but let me give you a brief summary first. You are dead." She stated bluntly.

That one sentience set off an explosion of questions flying through my brain. Most going around the thought "huh? how could I be conscious if I was dead?" I really hadn't much thought much about what happened to us after we die. I mean I knew that something had to happen to our souls. They had to go somewhere as shown by how we had ghosts all over Hogwarts. But I had never expected it to be like this! I opened my mouth to start asking questions but destiny raised her hand to motion for me to wait.

"I understand this can be confusing but I have a few things I need to explain to you first. If you still have questions when I finish, then I will answer them as I can when I am done." The woman took a deep breath and then started her explanation. "Normally when a being dies their soul will go straight to Death who will then judge them for how they lived their life. They will then go to one of two places. If they are judged to have sinned they are sent to purgatory to face punishment for a time deemed equivalent to their sins. On the other hand, if they lived fairly they will be sent to what you humans call heaven. However, you see heaven is not quite like how you humans have envisioned it. It is more of a resting place if you will, and after a soul has paid for its sins and had time to recover it can elect to go back into the life cycle in reincarnation. Life then takes over and wipes the soul's memory and sends it back into the world to live again."

As Destiny explained I started to wonder. If we were supposed to go to Death then why was I here?

"Now I am sure you are wondering why you are here. It is simple really. Your life did not follow its destined course and I am here to offer you a chance to change history."

"How?" I blurted out, my curiosity and hope taking over.

"You see Harry James Potter was never supposed to die and Tom Riddle Junior was never supposed to win the war."

"But if that's the case shouldn't you be giving this offer to Harry himself?" I asked.

"We cannot. Harry is what I and the other great entities call a 'focal-point'. How he acts and what he does shapes the world and changes its direction. We cannot directly involve ourselves with him although some of us can have a light influence on his life. Chaos seemed to love doing so. In fact, he was probably the most upset by Harry's death."

I mentally snorted at this. Chaos. Yep, that sounds just like Harry.

"However, as Harry did not reach his destiny and we cannot affect him directly we are going to the soul with the most potential to help him reach it. You."

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