Life was a gift. If you were given the gift of life, then you should definitely be grateful for it, just like you would with any other present.

There were some people, however, who took the gift of life for granted. They searched for ways to cheat death, believed that they could never die, and tried to rule the world. Key word, 'tried'.

Fate hated those people. She was immortal, although had never thought that she was better than anyone because of it. She lived every day as if it were her last and tried her best to help everyone.

Albus Wulfric Dumbledore was one of the people Fate hated. Changing his name to be Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore seemed like nothing in comparision to all of his other sins. Setting people up to die, preaching that everyone should be given second chances, purposefully ruining children's education...the list went on and on.

But Fate didn't hate everyone. She loved others, people who dedicated their life to fighting evil, people who would willingly sacrifice their life for those they loved.

Lily Sophia Potter nee Evans was a perfect example of someone in that category. The brave and fiery redhead had sacrified herself for her son.

Oh, how Fate longed to send the woman back to life to care for her son. But that was out of her realm of control, and Death would never allow someone to escape his kingdom.

Something had to change, however. Harry James Potter was being mistreated, not quite on the level of being abused, but definitely emotioning damaging.

Fate hated Petunia Julie Dursley and Vernon Jacob Dursley.

Note how she said Dursley and not Evans.

Those two were not fit to take care of their nephew, let alone their own son!

"Up, boy!" Petunia Dursley screeched, rapping on the door to the cupboard under the stairs.

"Coming," a meek voice called from inside. The door to the cupboard swung open a minute later, a small boy crawling out.

"And don't let the bacon burn, it's Duddy's birthday. Everything must be perfect," the blonde woman sniffed, peering down at the shabby boy through her hazel eyes.

"Yes Aunt Petunia," the boy known as Harry Potter responded. He scrambled to the kitchen, hurriedly pulling out eggs and a pan.

From watching Harry, Destiny learned one thing about the boy: he was an amazing multi-tasker.

Harry had bacon cooking in one pan, the delicious smell sizzling through the air. Eggs were being fried in another, with three different kinds of cheese being grated. Destiny watched, horrified, as the boy in too large jeans and a shirt falling to his knees skillfully flipped the pancakes, drizzled syrup on the waffles, and attended to everything on the stove at once.

"36! That's two less than last year!" another voice complained, this one the voice of a whiny brat she vaguely recognized as Dudley Dursley.

She watched Harry wolf down his measley egg, hungrily eyeing the platefulls of food set out for Dudley Dursley.

Destiny turned to her files, finding the one she was looking for in a matter of minutes. Destiny placed the beige folder on her plush purple desk, before pressing a button on her intercom.

"Fate? We have a problem."

"Agreed!" Fate chirped as soon as Destiny finished speaking, popping into view.

"Ahh, Fate, stop scaring me like that!" Destiny glared at the other woman.

"Never," Fate said seriously. "You wanted to talk to me?"

"Yes, about Harry Potter," Destiny said. She sat down in one of her comfy leather chairs, motioning for Fate to take the other one.

"You know the rules," Fate blinked. "No interfering, no helping, no pushing him, no magically changing flights so the muggles land in a dragon reserve," she ticked off on her fingers.

Destiny pouted. "Just this once," she pleaded. "Look at him. His Hogwarts letter is addressed to 'The Cupboard Under the Stairs'. They know, Fate, and they're not planning to do a thing about it."

Fate swallowed. "What do you want me to do?"