Misplaced Paints

Chapter Two: Crumbling paint

Went... a bit crazy this chapter, thankfully Chaosdancer12 beta'd it for me or its have a whole lot more mistakes. Have no clue how often chappies will be long or short

He was getting weaker...

So much weaker..

Quicker and quicker, day by day.

Soon enough, he'd have to stay at the hospital, he would be too weak to look after himself.

The healers had no idea what was wrong with him.

Harry had won the war, but now, he was dying, by inches.

He hadn't told his friends, he didn't want want them to worry over his worrisome state.

The other day, he'd written his will, leaving most of it to Teddy, with a few concessions for others.

But the reason that he knew death was coming, was that the other day, he'd awoken to find the death stick, and the stone, on his bedside table.

The last Potter told no one, as he'd make sure the items would be truly lost with him.

He'd found out so many things since the last battle, like the fact that he and Ginny were horrible for each other.

He'd even found out that he'd been a foundling, magically adopted by his parents.

It was then that he decided that if he could, he'd leave and never come back, and while he had friends here.. this place.. wasn't his home.

No... This world was never your home...

"Oh, this is nice.. I'm hearing things now.." Harry hoarsely laughed.

Come my child, it is time to talk..

Harry Potter vanished, as the world began to crumble.

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Ring-a-ring-a-rosies

A pocket full of posies

A tissue, a tissue

We all fall down

The king has sent his daughter

To fetch a pail of water

A tissue, a tissue

We all fall down

The robin on the steeple

Is singing to the people

A tissue, a tissue

We all fall down

The wedding bells are ringing

The boys and girls are singing

A tissue, a tissue

We all fall down.

Chains rattled, and a world collapsed.

Fate laughed.

Another Story finished. Fate sang.

And it ended.

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Harry was floating, with light everywhere around himself.

He didn't feel sick, or in pain...

It was like he was a being without a body.

Long ago, a being grew jealous, for his story was of hate and darkness..

He looked to his neighbour, of a brighter story where a him was happy.

That Brighter story had a child, loved by both of his parents, even if one was soulless.

The dark one broke into the other story, and he stole the child.

"Why?"

Jealousy, rage... the child was born brighter then his counterpart

"That's horrible.." Harry cried.

The brighter parents chased the dark one across their multiple stories, and in desperation and hatred the dark one threw the child to the void

"Void?"

Where anything that enters it is shredded to non existence, and forgotten for eternity

The parents grieved and cried, their child lost

Then, they realized that they could remember their child, and that he may still live

"Did he?"

Oh yes, he lives to this day, child. But they were still chained by Fate's design as all beings are, unless they break them by choosing their own Destiny at the right moment

"The child... it's me..." Harry said, in disbelief.

Yes my dear, you broke Fate's chains and you chose your own Destiny And because of that, I, Destiny can send you home, as this world has come to it's final end

"Will... I be happy?" Harry softly asked.

You will be my child Now.. we have much to discuss...

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Harry collapsed on the ground, in a forest that he suddenly found himself in, breathing heavily, and feeling a bit dizzy.

"Watch that first step." Harry said woozily, and he slowly started to get up, laying on the dirt wasn't the best thing to do.

Then, he saw his hands.

"What the?!" He cried, and he rushed to find a reflective surface.

"It would have been nice to be told that I'd be a skeleton child..." Harry said, in shock.

Meanwhile, Destiny wondered if she had forgotten something.