InAuthor's Note:

Okay, so first of all, thank you to SwarmOfFanGirls and njferrel for reviewing and everybody else for adding it to their favourites and reading it. There will be no new chapter on this story. However, I will be writing a sequel for it called "In Fate's Hands". I haven't started it yet and I'm not sure when it will be up. But there will be a sequel for when they are older. There will probably be a little yaoi-ness or shonen-ai in it, so you are warned! I don't really know yet though... Sorry this is like SO pathetic but I just wanted everyone to know.

Anyways, here's a bit of a preview of the prologue!

IN FATE'S HANDS PREVIEW!

PROLOGUE

He tossed and turned fretfully in his sleep. A nightmare plagued his mind, the same one that had done so for many nights now. It was something he could never remember, except for a green light. And when he awoke every morning, he woke in a cold sweat with tears running down his face. And always at 3:00 in the morning. But tonight it felt different, stronger – longer. Sharp pain swept through his body at the memory of something but he couldn't remember what.

And then he was awake in a cold sweat, with tears running down his face. It was times like these that he wished he could find that friend he had made so many years ago. The one he never saw again. Drawing his knees up to his chest, he did his usual rocking motion. He had done it for years in his cupboard under the stairs – right up until he was eleven. And then the authorities had come due to complaints from neighbours. They mentioned screaming coming from the house and a boy who always seemed to be a little more banged up each day.

But they didn't help. They tried, but without proof, they couldn't help. He sighed and slowly got out of the bed. He winced as his feet hit the cold floor, and walked in pain towards the bedroom door. His uncle had been most generous the night before. Or so Vernon thought. He didn't think so. Every inch of him ached, and he still didn't know what he had done wrong. It had been like this for years.

But enough reminiscing, he though, creeping out into the hallway towards the bathroom. He always took a shower early in the morning – something he had always thought would somehow appease Vernon and possibly Dudley. It never did though. They always found something to blame on him. After all, he was a freak.

A/N: Alright, so In Fate's Hands is now up and running (not literally; it's a figure of speech), so if you're curious, go check it out!