The idea to this story popped into my head one day and would not leave me alone until I had written the basis down and had posted this chapter. I hope you enjoy this first opening chapter.

I own nothing but the plot and any OC's I may bring in later on.

Prologue

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"

Harry sat and stared at the now still pensive, as the words of the prophecy echoed round his mind over and over and over again. He knew what it meant almost as soon as he heard the words, he had suspected as much since the end of his first year, but here was the proof, he and Lord Voldemort were destined to fight to the death for the future of the Wizarding World, but there were some things nagging in his mind that refused to be quiet or ignored, forcing Harry to speak to the headmaster and hopefully get some answers.

"Sir when was the prophecy made exactly?" Harry asked in a voice thick with emotion. The answer could very well make or break his and Dumbledore's relationship.

"It was made on a cold, wet night sixteen years ago, in a room above the bar at the Hog's Head Inn." Dumbledore answered honestly not realising that his answer caused Harry to loose some of his respect for him.

Harry nodded his head as he sat and thought over Dumbledore's answer. What it basically boiled down to, was that Dumbledore had known of the prophecy for nearly two decades, Harry had been attending Hogwarts' for half a decade and yet the headmaster, the defeater of the Dark Lord Grindelwald and the only wizard Lord Voldemort was said to have ever feared, had done nothing to help prepare him for his final showdown against Voldemort.

Lord Voldemort had over fifty years of experience and training over him, and that didn't include the seven years that he was the top student every year in every test whilst he attended Hogwarts. Adding all that together, Voldemort was one of the, if not the most powerful Dark Lord in history, he had fifty seven years of magical training and had been in countless battles to prepare him for the final fight and he, Harry, had five years of, at best, mediocre Hogwarts classes and a few fluky battles to prepare him.

"Can you let me out now headmaster?" Harry asked politely as he got to his feet.

"Harry, we haven't yet finished." Dumbledore said kindly but he was unprepared for Harry's retort.

"I don't give a fuck about what you've got to say, I'm a dead man anyway, so what does it matter if I leave now or after you finish waffling." Harry asked in a tight voice just barely able to keep from shouting at the old man.

"Harry I think you are being a tad dram…"

"I don't give a fuck what you think, because of you, Albus "whatever the fuck you're middle name is" Dumbledore, I, Harry James Potter, am a FUCKING DEAD MAN, and because of your inactions to help me, so is the rest of the world, So please let me the fuck out so I can go enjoy the rest of my short life before Tom snuffs it out." Harry finished his rant with a huff, it was getting harder and harder not to loose control and rip apart the office, the only reason he didn't give in was the fact that it would serve no purpose in the bigger picture, the picture that was just now forming in his mind about what he needed to do to win, because despite what he might have just told the old man, he didn't have any intention of dying quietly, he intended to take as many Death Eater's with him and to do that he needed to train harder than he ever had before.

"Very well Harry, we shall talk at a later date when you have had time to process tonight's events." Dumbledore spoke softly as he waved his wand at the door, unlocking and opening it allowing Harry to leave, which he did without a backwards glance.

"Well that could have gone a lot better?" Phineas Nigellus Black said smugly, he had told Dumbledore from the beginning that keeping the Prophecy from the boy was asking for trouble and he was just proven right.

"But it could have also gone a hell of a lot worse." Dumbledore sighed, he had felt Harry's struggle to keep his temper and magic under control, while he was happy that Harry had seemingly won the inner war against his magic and anger, he hadn't wanted to push his luck and keep Harry against his will, he knew better that anyone, even Harry, that Harry's magic was growing in leaps and bounds every week, if not everyday and one day very soon the boy would far outstrip him in the power department, but what else could you expect from the last true heir of the Peverell and Potter families?

Peverell was the surname of a medieval pure-blood wizarding family, dating all the way back to 526, the Peverell's were the most respected and well known family in British magical history, not even the Malfoy or Black names commanded the respect the Peverell name commanded, after all the Malfoy's only date back to 1066 and the Black's dated back to 1133. The Potter family however was almost as old as the Peverell family and had been around since 996, two years before Hogwarts was built. The Peverell's and Potter's had been allies from 1001 but none of the family members had married into either family until the last male heir, Ignotus Peverell III, grandson of Harold Peverell, had married Elvina Potter in 1598 and took his new wife's last name. Nobody knew why he had taken the name but he had and with his father's death, the Peverell name had died out.

Albus knew from James that Harry was the Peverell's true heir by blood and magic. The original Ignotus Peverell was the founding father of the Peverell family and was said to have been the most powerful of all the Peverell's. Not even Ignotus's three sons, Antioch, Cadmus and Ignotus Peverell II were able to match their father in power and skill, not even Antioch with his Elder wand had been able to beat their father. The three brothers were only able to duel their father to a draw in a 3-on-1 duel, but they had never beaten him.

Albus knew from James, that magic itself had chosen Harry to become Ignotus Peverell's magical heir. The founding father of the Peverell's had made a prophecy before he died, saying that the last of the Peverell's and Potter's would be the most powerful of them all, and that was a couple of hundred years before anyone had married into either family and now over a thousand years later, the prophecy had been fulfilled in Harry James Potter, the last Peverell and Potter.

With the right training, Albus knew that Harry would be the powerful most wizard since Merlin, if not more so, but the one thing that held him back from giving Harry that training was the what if question. What if, after so much exposure and temptation of the Dark Arts that Harry had had, and would have in the future, what if Harry turned and gave in? What would become of the wizarding world if Harry became a Dark Lord? With the power of the Peverell's and Potter's running through his veins, Albus knew that Harry would be more dangerous and more powerful than Grindelwald and Voldemort put together.

But if Harry and Tom managed to kill each other then there wouldn't be any chance of Harry becoming the next Dark Lord and he would know with a hundred percent certainty that the wizarding world would be safe. He had of course thought about binding most of Harry's magic until the final battle and releasing it but he just couldn't bring himself to do so, What if Harry didn't turn and stayed pure of heart, then he Albus Dumbledore would be responsible for the death of the most promising young wizard since himself and yes even Merlin.

So he had done nothing, nothing to train him and nothing to bind his powers, he just prayed to whoever was listening that he had made the right choice and had allowed the next Merlin to walk the earth and had not in fact unleashed the most powerful Dark Lord to ever live.

AN: so what do you all think? Please review.