Title: Nonexistent Hope
Chapter: Prologue
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Please don't [verb] me. Nothing is mine. [Plural noun] are all J.K. Rowling's. I realize this is a very [adjective] disclaimer, but I hope you can forgive my [word ending in -ness].
Here's Draco's attempt at my disclaimer (for bad comic relief). Please don't tickle me. Nothing is mine. Pineapples are all J.K. Rowling's. I realize this is a very aquamarine disclaimer, but I hope you can forgive my sexiness.
(Why would I want to forgive your sexiness? I like your sexiness! Keep being sexy! Err... Back to the fic.)
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It all started with a twenty-three year old muggle with a non-stop case of acne and a tendency to blow his nose when he was nervous. He lived in a microscopic apartment painted pure white and lined with shelves upon shelves of research books. He wore large glasses, but had a habit of squinting, as if he couldn't quite see the words he was reading. He had just finished his masterpiece. The book was titled Parallel Universes: Do They Really Exist?
The muggle himself (Whose name, incidentally, was Wayne Scribe.) does not hold any importance to this story, but his book does. Beneath its laughable theories, fine print, and long-winded footnotes, the book was right in several accounts. It stated that if you had the right sort of tool, one which could extend a rope between realities, you could go anywhere, anywhen. It would be better than a time machine.
What Mr. Scribe didn't know was that such a tool had been invented millennia ago. Nobody, however, had figured out that it could be used to link parallel universes. That is, until Lord Voldemort picked up Wayne Scribe's book on an incredibly boring Sunday evening.
Ah, yes. Parallel Universes. Every single choice you make, no matter how miniscule, has its own universe. And each one of them has a parallel universe for every choice made in that universe. Parallel Universes go on for infinite, and anything can happen if you find the right one.
All Lord Voldemort had to do was select exactly what he wanted to have happened in a particular universe, and -BAM! It existed. The exalted Lord of Darkness chose one in which he ruled the Earth, Wizards and Muggles alike. Harry Potter and the surviving Weasleys were his minions. Hermione Granger, near starvation, wasted her intellect slaving in a factory. Albus Dumbledore was dead. All in all, Voldemort's perfect world.
He was about to send Harry, Hermione, Ron, the tagalong, Ginny, and one other to this terrifying universe. Lucky them.
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Excerpt from Thomas Marvalo Riddle's copy of Parallel Universes: Do They Exist? : After meticulous study, I have come to the conclusion that, if you wish to travel from one Possibility to another, you must have at least two Homo Sapiens. One of the group would have to possess the Key somewhere about his or her person, or have the Key used on them.
The remaining person/people would be the 'guest(s)'. The guest(s) would be able to move freely around the Possibility the Focal Point, or Key Bearer, currently resided in. Using another Key, all but one of the Guests could be drawn back into their original Possibility. The remaining one would have to reside in the current Possibility until a person from the original Possibility removed the key from the Focal Point's body.
A different section...: When in another Possibility, only your mind should travel. Your mind should possess your other-world self and reign dominant until your mind returns to its original Possibility. It is theorized that your body in your original Possibility should either appear dead, or appear unconscious.
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It had taken the Lord Voldemort only three months after reading Scribe's book to come up with a spell that would link 'Possibilities'. Of course, the Dark Lord could have designed the spell any number of ways so that it was triggered by any number of things. But He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named fancied that he had a sense of humor, and decided to make the spell parallel Scribe's obscure hypotheses as closely as possible. For this, the esteemed You-Know-Who needed a focal point.
He knew just where to get one, too.
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Draco Malfoy stood solemnly in front of Lord Voldemort, his new master. A Death Eater of only eight months, Draco was one of the least important Death Eaters. This made him invisible. He was ambitious. This made him dangerous. He had morals, no matter how obscure. This made him untrustworthy. Draco was arrogant and had no concept of a master. This made him annoying. Add them all together, and these made him expendable.
Draco Malfoy was not a stupid person, but sometimes he did an incredible impression of one. It was his amazing acting skills that made the Dark Lord decide that he had found the perfect 'Focal Point'. Someone who could not be found to have the 'Key' removed from them. Someone who would work toward killing, disabling, or turning Harry Potter's alliances.
Poor, foolish white bouncing ferret...
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"Paral Reelei!"
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A/N Rather strange and it jumped around a lot, but it was just the prologue. I had to give the background information before I leapt into the actual story. Hope you like it when it actually gets going.
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