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Looking back, he should have seen this coming.
Harry Potter, aged 50, sat at a desk and sighed. His life had always been ruled by destiny and prophecy.
In the aftermath of the Battle of Hogwarts, he'd joined the Aurors against his better judgement, intending to quit after the Death Eaters had finally been cleaned up, but instead, he'd ended up running the whole department. What he hadn't noticed at the time was the side effect of his temporary death in the Forbidden Forest. He'd begun to see things before they happened. It was subtle at first, his reactions had simply been better than before.
After an event involving a time-turner, his youngest son, and, of all things, Voldemort's bloody daughter, he'd woken up in a strange place dominated by a swirling mass surrounding a yellow light. There had been a silver path at his feet, and when he followed it, he'd ended up on a world that was not Earth. Even more strangely, the magic that improved his reactions had changed. He could now see the possible consequences of each action he took.
That had been nearly 20 years ago.
Using his new ability, Harry had found a path that would lead him home. But it would take many years, and would result in him having to disregard his morals for a greater good. That thought had almost lead Harry to turn from the path, but he also saw that his actions would lead to the saving of this universe from Destruction.
So Harry walked the Path, his unique foresight leading him to gather followers. First were the twins. Then the fearless hunter. She would recruit a warrior, the last survivor of a battle. Next was the blade, cursed with immortality. And finally, the hacker. Together, the seven of them would walk to the end of the Path, and receive what they wanted in Finality.
Harry sighed again and put pen to paper, he regretted what the next steps would require. The twins would not survive the next retrieval. And only one of them would return later in the story. It would have to be Kafka's choice, she was closest to Caelus and Stelle. Then he would have join Kafka, Firefly, Yingxing, and Silver Wolf on Jepella, though he would only appear in his animal form.
Harry continued to predict and write. All his life, he'd been a slave to destiny, but now...
Now he wrote the script.