Hello fans, Hypn0s here logs in and brings you this story in which I'm new for, I got interested in making a Harry Potter story since many of the readers of my stories have read a Harry Potter story and got it on the favorite section, obviosuly it got me curious about it, i read it, and i got hooked, not as 'crazy hooked' but intruiged hooked, i began to read more stories, to understand it, since the much I know of Harry Potter is because of the first three movies i dare confess, yet I was hooked by it, and as I read more stories, I realized that I could pull this up, all I needed was an idea, and idea that actually came once I finished Danny the Tsunami, but never took shape until I began the latest chapter of Ichigo the Inferno and at the same time read yet another story where Harry is bad-ass, there the story came full circle to me.

If Harry could change for either this or that before he entered Hogwarts, then why not Ron and Hermione, I don't like stories where they are not friends or there is bashing of certain characters (I let it know that I do support Dursleys bashing wholeheartly) I do enjoy a good AU story, which I specialized in case you haven't noticed, so I thought i can also make an AU Harry Potter story that no one has tried, one where Ron and Hermione are as changed as Harry itself, I admit most people will find Harry and Co. off character, but that's the fun in AU stories, one single change can cause a whole cascade of events that many won't see it coming, and let's face facts, a lot of good people died lamely during the last books, that or didn't deserve to die, so I, and many more writters as I have seen in their own stories, aim to change that.

now without any dela and enough babbling, I give you all, Harry Potter and the change of fates, I know is not a very creative title compared to many others, and this story will cover the seven years of Harry in Hogwarts, so expect a long story.

I do not own Harry Potter and anything else related to this, only this AU idea of story, J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter and other Harry Potter world characters, any similarity of any character on this story with one either real or fictional is too much of a coincidence, so try to just enjoy it.

HARRY POTTER AND THE CHANGE OF FATES

PROLOGUE:

Fate is a weird thing, we accept it, we scorn it, we ignore it, we fight it, some have success fighting it, some can't ignore it, but if one things is true in this world, is that fate is not written on stone, fate is like a river, it runs straight, unopposed, impossible to stop, yet no so impossible to change, now let's thing of a rock hitting a river, when it falls it causes ripples on the water, ripples that travel all over the water, now imagine three big-ass rocks, dropped from the very top of the world, into the ocean that is fate, image the impact these three rocks causes upon reaching the water, imagine the amount of water that rises of that change, imagine the ripples becoming waves, imagine those waves changing the course of history as we know it.

Fate is a funny thing, there are those who oppose it, fighting against it with everything they have, there are others who accept it as an almighty force, unchanged, no one mentioned them that fate is a volatile thing, a thing with a sense of humor, a very morbid one to say the least…

7 years old Harry Potter stared at the man in front of him, it was not a man per se, it was more like a relic of a past long forgotten Harry thought without offending such man, at his age, Harry is a very bright boy, one that unfortunately got stuck with a walrus with legs that turns to be his uncle, a giraffe that looks like a woman and turns to be his aunt and his mother sister, and a cousin that looks like a hippo, eats like a pig and smells worse than a wet stray dog.

Yes life for young Harry hasn't been what can be said kind, in fact life has been a complete bitch with him, his natural curiosity and intelligence that is teachers had tried to foster has almost been destroyed by the acts of his uncle, aunt and cousin, his family…better said hellspawns exiled of hell because not even the devil wanted them in his domain.

In any case, young Harry stared at the man in front of him, who he offered him a kind smile, his brown eyes filled with knowledge and patience for him, to Harry this was new, very new, never offered such thing made him…smile.

"Who are you?" Harry asked, seeing how the old man worked on some parchments on a desk, you see, Harry's class was offered an almost rare opportunity, visiting a local museum, to a bunch of 7 and 8 years old kids, it was boring, slightly, the T-Rex skull was awesome, but Harry was more concerned on seeing the other exhibits, the treasures, the objects, the exotic photos of the places these rare objects were found, to Harry it was great, that and also he was escaping Dudley and his 'friends' who had decided that since the museum was boring, they should improve it by doing some 'Harry hunt' which was basically is tag with punches and kicks, he once again eluded his pursuers, ending up in the office of the elder.

"Me? My boy I'm an archeologist"

That day things changed for young Harry, the man was amused by Harry's curiosity, Harry asked questions of everything, including the man, and what was an archeologist, the man had kindly told him that he was basically an adventurer, walking from one place of the world to the next, always looking for hidden treasures, such treasures as rare held the keys to change history, the man told him that armies can change a nation, but an archeologist can and will change the course of history as mankind knows it, when Harry told him that he was not the kind of man to venture into the world, the old man admitted that he was way pass his prime, in his time he would dodge traps, escape deathtraps, leave in the dust rouge archeologists that sought only the fortune and not the knowledge, daredevils to sort to speak.

Harry was enthralled with the stories of the man, soaking on the stories of the man like a sponge does to water, in two hours the man was able to rekindle the fire that Harry's so called family sought to extinguish for two years, and make it burn even stronger than before, when Harry proclaimed when he was about to leave that he wanted to become an archeologist, the man did something unexpected, he stood up, went for one of the boxes, pulling an old brown fedora hat, and gave it to Harry.

"This hat was given to me by my mentor, god rest his soul, he told me that one day I would find someone with the same passion for the work as I one had, I believe you will do well Harry, I can see it in your eyes, you will have a very interesting life ahead of you, you will cross with some of the rarest treasures ever to be known to man, you will hold them, you my boy, will change history"

From that day forward, Harry never removed his hat, only to sleep and wash himself, that day, when Dudley tried to take it of him, when Vernon tried to take the hat and berate him for such foolish dream and Petunia tried to take his hat and burn it, Harry hit Dudley on the nose, punched Vernon on the spot no man should hit another man and he bit Petunia's hand, snarling the one word that would forever remain engraved on the minds of the Dursleys forever.

"Sod off is mine!"

That day, Harry Potter changed and grew a backbone.

Hermione Granger is a very special girl, her parents knew that, she was smart, way too smart, if she wanted it she could basically read the hardest book on quantum physics, understand it and even give classes about it, like if she had actually invented the damn subject, that's how smart is Hermione.

The way she ate knowledge was in a way alarming to say the least, books satiated her hunger for knowledge, if only temporally, school did most of the work, but that had also side-effects, no friends, boys and girls alike didn't like her because of her bossy like way, she knew too much, so much that annoyed both children and adults to no end.

That was a reason, the other was far more obscure, no one wanted to be near the 'freaky' girl, things tended to happen near Hermione, rare things, books vanishing and appearing on her hands or near her, students that taunted her ending with a super wedgie that got them talking in high pitched tones and walking funny, no one wanted to associate with Hermione because of that, she was saddened by it of course, and angry, angry because all she wanted was a friend, was that too much to ask? Someone she could talk to, someone she could confident to, someone that could understand her.

That wish of course was granted to her when one of her mother sisters came to visit, fairly young, not as young as to think, but had ideas, ideals that appealed her when she spoke to her about her problems.

"Oh please" her aunt scoffed, "You have a bright mind Hermione, if you let other people opinion to cloud your judgment then you will become in what they want, a bossy known-it-all girl" Hermione lowered her head, tears almost leaking out of the corner of her eyes.

"You are bright, you are smart, they envy you" that last word made Hermione to look up at her aunt, tears fresh on her big eyes, "What?"

"They do, they want to be as smart as you, as bossy as you, they can't so they do the second best, making sure you can't be like that never again, shunning you, calling you names, all they can think to make you stop, and if you falter they will succeed" she said, kneeling in front of the girl, placing her hands on her shoulders.

"Hermione, dear, you are perhaps the brightest person I have ever met, inventive and creative also, if some of the stories about your projects are true" Hermione blushed at that comment, it was not her fault that she wanted to make them better, why to bother making a simple volcano out of clay and with red clay painted mimicking lava when she could make it as realistic as possible, spitting flames included.

"You are going to do great thing 'Mione" her aunt continued, "I can see it, the world will be your playground, all it has to offer will be yours to hold, to use, to play, to tinker with, its knowledge, its resources, you will be great, but if you let those people stop you, and you listen to them then things are going to play their way, the world will lose yet another bright mind due to the stupidity of the mass, don't let that happen"

Those words shook Hermione to the core, in the years that would come to her 11 birthday, Hermione Granger would be known as the smartest girl of her class, who doesn't give a damn about who others say about her and had the most realistic science projects ever to be made in her school, and who can forget her getting straight A's since that day, no one.

Ron Weasley stared at the book on his hands, he wasn't much of a fan of books, especially the ones that demanded real live practice, he is still getting used to the studies on the local school, that and the fact his older brothers are going to Hogwarts, true they were the cool sort, not like his twin brothers Fred and George, the gits had to turn his teddy bear into a freaking spider, how they did it without wands he'll never know, considering the two are always inventing some sort of magical prank with whatever they can salvage of Bill and Charlie's trunks when they arrive at Christmas and when they return of the school, knowing that this was going to be Charlie's final year, then he was going to set for his dream of making a dragon preserve, and Bill had yet to finish another year before he could set his sights on the future, so he pretty much has to brace himself for a year filled with pranks before their supplies ran low and they had to tone down the pranks, most because of their mother and Ginny, even at her age, Ginny was rather…dangerous, it was like saying that a Nundu was the most dangerous animal to be know, she is still on her quest to find out who beheaded her Harry Potter doll.

But the book Ron had on his hands was different, there was no title to identify the book at all, no author to ask to Percy or his dad about, just a book with a simple black cover, with lots of words in it.

But those words held a lot of meaning, it talked of honor, it talked of respect, it talked of equality, it talked of a lot more, to his young and molding mind, this would be a defining factor on his life, unlike his two future friends, who were directly influenced by a person, he was influenced by a book, albeit one his father misplaced and would not miss in a long time.

He poured himself on the book, getting lost himself on it, in the upcoming days his family would notice the change on Ron, and how, while he praised Fred and George pranks on him and other member of the family, he always said that if would be 'more honorable prank if the target could fight back'

And so, the three big stones where dropped on the big pool of ocean that is fate, causing irreversible ripples that would caught many others in the years to come.

The question was of course, how big the change will be?

and there it is, the prologue of this story, as usual my prologues are short and just introduce you to the story as a whole, as you noticed there are changes, and there will bemore as the story progress, next up chapter 1 people, please be patient.