Rewrite.
AN:
Merry Christmas everyone.
Enjoy this first chapter to hopefully would be a well-written and likable AU HG/TR fan fiction.
As you read this story, I ask you the simple favor of concentrating on reading the story, but to also keep an open mind.
Oh, and reviewing afterwards won't be so bad, either.
Summary:
The God of Fate decided that he wrote a few things wrongly about the past.
Using a certain bushy-haired female character as his protagonist,
he rewrote what has been written and rewound the story a couple of decades back to right the wrong.
HGTR.
Dedication and Acknowledgment:
This first story of mine, Rewrite, is dedicated to Kim Camaro, Eliza Luna, Casper, Kiesha, and Raf.
You guys know why.
Especially to you, Kim Camaro, for opening my heart and mind to Hermione/Tom,
the unlikely yet oozing with sweetness pair.
Dedicated also to the whole 'Just Do It' crew and my Green Archer and Blue Eagle families.
I owe you guys my 'quill and ink' inspiration, Fate. 'Cause Fate brought us all together.
Dedicated also to HG/TR writers, supporters, readers, and even haters all over the fan fiction universe.
Reader, if you started this story a few steps behind while I write it, I let you know that you are embarking on a journey that I pride to be unique and original.
I pray that we'll be able to finish it together and have fun at the end of the road.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter. Everything's owned by the awesome J. Rowling. The plot, however, is all mine.
Prologue: Right the Wrong.
1998
The God of Fate looked upon the canonical universe of Harry Potter, in which souls were crushed with despair. Souls that over the course of their growth have faced danger, sadness, sufferings, and obstacles they did not deserve.
Out of all of them, three tattered, defeated, and hopeless souls whose lives were hardly beginning yet have already faced so many stood out…
Sadness graced his timeless face as he averted his gaze and turned to the other parts of the world, and saw the snake-like man who hadcaused the spirit-downing despair.
Saw him kill, burn, and look down on everything the God of Fate worked hard to create and destroyed them mercilessly.
"This is wrong," he placed his head to his hands dejectedly.
"I have written everything wrongly." He looked down on the universe whose fate he has written ever since time began.
He stopped writing, thereby stopping time itself, putting down his quill and rubbing his eyes dejectedly. "I have to do something."
Upon setting down the quill, Time stopped, and the present froze between the clear past and the imprecise future.
He looked at what he wrote, what he was writing, and what he was about to write.
He dismally realized the mistakes he had done, and decided to do something never in eternity had he thought of ever doing; rewrite.
Fate dipped his quill in the ink. His quill suspended in midair, he thought of what to write to right what he wrote wrong, and set down the quill again.
Goodness knows he couldn't just cross out the mistakes and just jut down the substitute, where be the imagination and the creativity in that?
He read the past, and his eyes grew at the injustice he had blindly written about his past antagonist-to-be protagonist and present antagonist who was killing and destroying like he owned the bloody world, the misunderstood and mysterious Tom Riddle.
He frowned, okay; maybe those weren't the write words to explain this certain man who wascurrently the doom of the present he stopped writing a few minutes ago, which was now frozen. But, looking back at the written past, there was something wrong about the way he wrote him. Yes, his demeanor was wrong, but he meant him to be like that. But he couldn't place the irking feeling that was ebbing into him, there was something wrong.
"Well, as I'm rewriting the past, I can do all bloody things I want to tidy up Tommy."
He chuckled at the nickname he often called his young antagonist in the making. Though, if Tommy was real, he was sure he would Crucio his 'godness' into oblivion.
He read the written life of Tom Marvolo Riddle before he turned into Lord Voldemort, and remembered this particular character's biographical profile; from his parents' tragic non-love to his graduation in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Tom was, in a way, a riddle himself (at least to all those who isn't technically writing his fate); always to himself, never truly opening up to anyone. The God of Fate sighed, that was his mistake. Maybe it was karma.
He was the author. Tom was his character. And this certain character was taking revenge on him for purposely making his life miserable. Go figure.
Tom was now destroying the lives of everyone whose fates all came from the ink of Fate's quill.
Looking again at the present he was supposed to be writing, Fate found another injustice he had caused; if he changed Tom Riddle's life, it would be unfair for the other characters whose lives were miserable because of him. Yeah, he was a loony like that.
So, he decided to make things a bit more interesting. He was changing practically everything anyway; he might as well have fun.
"Eenie, Meenie, Miny- no, that's not really a good idea." He whispered to himself, rubbing his chin, deciding on the other lucky character whose rewritten life would partake in his rewriting of the past.
He looked at the three detested souls who were the reason he was even changing what he had written. Fate decided that as 'punishment', he would choose one of them to be the new protagonist as he rewrote the past.
He obviously couldn't pick all of them. That would be a risky move; changing four courses at once would force him to change practically the whole history.
Would it be Harry? Tom's defeat? Nah. The life that's already written is already too eventful. It would be a shame to others if he again chose Harry as the protagonist of this rewritten story.
How about Ron? Harry's best friend? He'd probably kill Tom to smithereens, though. Fate made sure that his being redhead also meant his being temperamental. Ron was also too much of a Gryffindor. He might not be able to fulfill what Fate was planning.
And then, there's Hermione.
Fate paused; he had always meant it that there would be a similarity of each of the three to Tom. Not just Harry.
Harry and Tom were alike pretty much in all aspects. They looked a lot alike and they both have qualities of both Gryffindor and Slytherin.
Ron and Tom both have mood swings and are hot-headed. Enough said.
Hermione and Tom? Fate was curious. Very curious. Hermione and Tom were both very similar, yet also different.
Their main similarity was their thirst for knowledge. But the knowledge they thirst for contrast. Tom craved for the knowledge to destroy and not be destroyed. Hermione was into a lot of things; currently in the Trio's quest for the horcruxes, was learning how to destroy him. And Fate grinned.
Their greatest desires were very different. He wanted to be all powerful and immortal. She wanted to be with her friends and family alive and unscathed and Voldemort finished. Fate smirked.
He wanted power for himself. She wanted (practically craved for) power for the weak.
"Hmmm…I wonder," Fate mused. Would it be too much of a cliché to rewrite the story from tragic childhood to tragic love, wherein the love would be forbidden and unlikely and full of many obstacles? The kind of love wherein the greatest obstacle is from the lovers themselves? And if that wasn't pushing the limits, how about a love wherein 'opposites attract'?
Fate laughed. Cliché, indeed.
Fate further mused. Hermione was a highly eligible candidate as his main protagonist when he rewrites the past. She was the kind of person he can imagine who would be able to right what he had written wrong. To do that, he needed to change Riddle, and since he just doesn't want to cross out a few things and change them to another, Hermione seemed to have all the qualities to do that.
She could stand up to him, when no one else can. Fight him, debate with him. And even have a staring contest with him, looking into his eyes and not waver.
Now, Fate was beyond interested into the 'what-if". He was fascinated.
Now that Fate was pushing the limits by taking Hermione out of the present and into the past, why not push more? Besides, he needed to right the wrong, anyways, so, let's enumerate all the injustice he did to Tom.
There's only one actually, Tom always got what he want. If he didn't, he'd just get it by any possible means. He never really got anything he needed. Not just the simple kind of basic necessities of life, but the necessities of life. And, according to Fate's book, the necessities of Tom Riddle's life are to love, to be loved, and to be for love.
Merlin knows Fate had denied Tommy all of the three, and he was now regretting it.
And so, in comes Hermione. But how shall she do it? How to change Tom for him to acquire the necessities of life? How, indeed.
Fate couldn't simply whisk her from the present and make the two meet and face many hardships and etc. Oh, no, no, no. That simply won't do. He did want flavor in his story, but 'overdone' simply isn't his type of 'flavor'.
So what shall he do? Well, seeing that the life of every damned being is according to his quill and ink, he can -sad to say- do all the bloody hell that he wants. And he also said he wanted to push the limits, but not do something 'overdone'.
Fate contemplated back on his protagonists. Tom and Hermione. Oh, what a thrill it would be to write their story, especially now that he had decided to write whatever he wanted.
Tom has want and need issues…Hermione's going to fix him…and Fate laughed at the sudden impulsive thought that came to his mind.
Desear Sprites have always had the tendency to teach people lessons on their wants and needs…
Or, more commonly known to muggles as genies; magical creatures who have the power to grant people's wishes.
Fate had laughed because of a certain perception humanity always inflicted to Desear Sprites; if the wisher is granted three wishes, the first two wishes would be of the wisher's wants, then there would be horrifying consequences which will then cause the last wish to turn into a need, usually for the sprite never to have appeared or existed or for the wishes to be undone. Or if more wishes to be granted, it turns out to be the same; the last wish would always turn to one of need.
And as Fate chuckled, he thought, Why not?
Turning Hermione into a Desear Sprite would definitely add a unique flavor as he rewrites the past. To make things more interesting, Fate decided that she should be turned to a Desear Nevie Sprite, Desear Sprites who only grant wishes that are of need to the wisher.
Being a Desear Nevie Sprite also grants the wisher an unlimited number of wishes, depending on the need or needs of the wisher. A Desear Nevie Sprite will not stop granting wishes of need until the wisher has acquired his or her life's necessities.
Brilliant, it's the perfect way to give Tom the needs of his life, Fate thought, With flavor.
He suddenly looked at the calendar: December 25, 1998.
Huh. Irony was sometimes known to be unexpected. Time stood still on Christmas. Fate had stopped the ongoing present. And decided to go back to the past to rewrite…
That reminds me, He again thought as he looked back again on the written past. When shall I start rewriting? When would be the perfect time to start languishing Tom with his needs?
It should be a time when he has already gotten a few of his wants, only then will he know his wants (that were not healthy for him), Fate contemplated, checking back fifty-five years.
December 25, 1943; he already found out about his heritage as Heir of Slytherin, unlocked the Chamber of Secrets, received an 'Award for Special Services to the School', framed his own Uncle, stolen Marvolo's ring, and, oh yes, killed his father and paternal grandparents. Fate paused, yup; his wants were definitely not healthy for him. And Fate scowled at his huge mistake.
I should go back before all of these have happened. Fate decided. Of course! December 31, 1942 would be the perfect date to rewrite. After all, it would be wonderful to write Tommy's expression as I give my own personal sixteenth birthday present to him. Fate's scowl turned into a grin.
Fate proceeded to separating The Beginning to December 30, 1942 and December 31, 1942 to the frozen present and said:
"What's done in the past
No future needs
Let Fate repent
And unsow its seeds
And now, I speak the ancient word
Of redemption and regret:
Rewind…"
December 31, 1942 to December 25, 1998 vanished, and a new set of parchment appeared.
Thus, Fate was able to erase the latter part of time, and dipping his quill again in his bottle of ink, he started to rewrite…
AN: I also do not own the spell Fate has cast. It was from the movie, Bewitched. I am merely borrowing it for the sake of this story.
So? Like it? Hate it? Were there errors? Should I even think of updating? Was it alright for a first shot at FanFic? I never really thought of writing one, though I love to write original stories. Writing Fan Fiction never really appealed to me until one of Fate's plot bunnies jumped on my head while I was sleeping. :)
Note that this is only the prologue, and I wrote it like a preview, therefore is many times shorter than the upcoming chapters.
Review for Rewrite would be much appreciated. :) Flames, spams, scams, comments, suggestions, Christmas greetings, the works.