Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nope, not me. The evil J.K. Rowling does. I'm not making any money on this, so don't try to sue me or anything…

Author's Note: This is the new and improved beta fixed prologue. Hope you enjoy it! Sorry that the conversations at the beginning and end were deleted...if you want them back just tell me and they shall be returned! Mwahahahahaha and now on with the story!

JUST DESTINY

By D.E.

Prologue

Harry Potter—known as the Boy Who Lived, destined killer of Voldemort, or the one to save the wizarding world to most—was pacing.

An hour before he had received a letter from Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; the boarding school that Harry had been attending for the last six years of his life. In just over a month be would be back there for his seventh and final year of schooling.

Everything was fine as it was meant to be, besides the fact that a crazed psychopath was trying to take over the world and kill him, but he had had a whole six years to get used of that tiny detail, no, what he had just read in the letter was something much worse, something that had made him start and continue pacing for the last hour.

Finally, Harry threw himself on his quite small, old and creaky bed.

Why on earth do these things happen to me?

These were his last thoughts before a throbbing pain filled his body; starting in his chest, it quickly spread to the rest of his body. His back arched in agony and bit his lip in an attempt to stifle a scream, but it was no use. The pain was too intense, he felt as if his body was ripping in half.

What the hell is happening? Came to his mind, followed shortly by, Shit I'm going to be in so much trouble…

And then he passed out, the pain being too much for his rather small body. As he went limp, a small piece of parchment fell out of his hand and onto the floor, unfolding just enough for words to be visible. This was the letter that had been sent to Harry from Dumbledore, the letter that had caused him to pace and scream inside his head in confusion and anger.

Harry,

I'm afraid that I have some rather shocking news. As you know, it will be your seventeenth birthday tomorrow, and I do wish you a very happy birthday at that.

I was unsure whether your friends had informed you that a magical person like yourself receives their magical inheritance on their seventeenth birthday—this is the initial reason that became the age when a wizard is considered an adult. Miss Granger is quite intelligent, so I thought maybe she had; if this is so, then you will know what I am trying to tell you.

However, it might not have occurred to them that you yourself would not have known, so I am going to explain to you what your particular magical inheritance is. It is, for a normal person of the wizarding world, the time in which a witch or wizard comes into their full magical power. When a witch or wizard is young too much power could—and most likely would—kill them and so the course of nature protected them by keeping their power's full potential locked inside them until they could learn to gain control of the remaining magic. When the youth in question turned seventeen it was found that the person's full potential would emerge.

And so we come to what I have to tell you. Harry, you are not fully human.

You are of an ancient magical creature, the blood of which would have run through both of your parents veins for it is only possible for a Hydrafyr—which is what you are my dear boy—to be created if both your parents had the blood of such a creature in their own. I only recently found out that they did—to think that after so long a Hydrafyr would come back was beyond my belief, but apparently you excel at proving me wrong, Harry.

Now in saying this you will find some small changes will be happening to you. I also regret to inform you that you will not be allowed to play competitive Quidditch as of your magical inheritance, as being a magical creature could give you an unfair advantage. I believe that Hydrafyr have the ability to fly, though I cannot be certain as there has not been one documented in nearly seven centuries.

Also because of your condition, you will be having your own rooms as of this year, I will not go into detail now; we can talk about that later when you arrive back at school. I have some books for you to look at in the meantime. They should arrive in a few days, if the post is up to snuff.

Again Happy Birthday, I will see you at the start of the new year.

Sincerely,

Professor Albus Dumbledore