Closet Chronicles

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I pretend to own it. I begun this story with the intention of relieving some ideas that had taken shape in my head. I make no money off of this.

Author's Note: This is a WIP with 4 chapters currently writen. This is 1 of 9 or 10. This story will have slow uploads as I'm currently facing a writers block on chapter 5. I upload this at foreverfandom.net, there you can read the first four chapters before I upload them completely here.

There are three original characters in this, they are Fate, Light Destiny, and Dark Destiny, you may use them if you wish, but do not take their personalities or looks, designing them was difficult. There will be no OC/Canon or Canon/OC pairings in this or the sequel(s).

Please enjoy, and I apologize if the formating does not work, this is my fic uploaded here.

Closet Chronicles
Chapter 1: Place Your Bets
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“Once carried through the current
And being swept away
The king is in the closet
He’s hiding from today
And though he owns all fortunes
This room is where he’ll stay
And his world is filled with darkness, turning grey”
--Kansas “Closet Chronicles”
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Harry Potter should have been used to strange things happening in his life, but this was by far the strangest. He had been sitting in his room, his trunk packed and Hedwig with orders to find him later. His wand was trained on his trunk when a pink and violet colored mist crept into the room. He thought he was going insane, I mean, really, a pink and purple mist appears randomly and you don’t think your insane, you need your head examined.

He turned his wand to the creeping mist and was about to shout a curse when he suddenly felt very faint. Swooning he tried to open his mouth to shout the curse but found he no longer could tell where the mist was, his vision was blurred and his head was spinning. He soon found himself unconscious.

A figure dressed all in black appeared and walked towards the young man. He swooped down to pull the wand from the young man’s hand and than proceeded to check for other weapons, which included a muggle pat down, though this man more rubbed than patted. He pulled a chain from around his neck and leaned close to the teen using his other hand he lifted Harry’s hand and made sure the teen touched the chain. A feeling of a hook being pulled from his navel was the only way he knew the portkey had activated.
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Draco Malfoy had studied many books as a student at Hogwarts and a Death Eater in training, but none of them included this particular pink and purple mist that was now seeping into his chambers. He was just preparing to go on a raid when the mist snuck under the door and towards him. His porcelain white mask fell from his hand as he brought the other to his forehead. The room began to spin and suddenly he was unconscious on the ground.

The same mysterious man walked toward the young adult curled gracefully on the ground, long blond hair cascading over his face. The fire light danced over him giving him an angelic quality that he didn’t deserve. The man went through the same procedure as he had with Harry, pulling Draco’s wand from a holster on his thin wrist. He pocketed the wand before pulling the chain from under his robes. Lifting Draco’s hand to it the portkey activated.
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Twin groans of pain irrupt in the room as the two young adults slowly wake up. Their heads are throbbing and they hurt from their falls. Both put their hands to their foreheads as if attempting to shove their skulls together. It was a side-effect of the mist, though, neither knew this. Harry stood up first and looked around the dimly lit room. It was small, a little larger than the cupboard under the stairs, but smaller than his bedroom at the Dursleys. A closet.

“Why am I in a closet?” he asked. He was pretty sure it was a muggle building, he wasn’t aware of any magical buildings with closets, he knew Hogwarts didn’t have closets, broom cupboards and janitorial rooms, but no closets, he hadn’t seen any at the Weasleys, either.

The other hissed at the sound of his voice causing the other teen to turn around only to gasp. Harry Potter looked down at his former school rival, and current second most wanted death eater, Draco Malfoy. His eyes widened to the size of saucers as he attempted to open the door, which was locked, tightly.

“Potter?” Draco said confused. His head was pounding the last thing he remembered was getting ready for a raid and then the pink and purple mist. He stood suddenly and flicked his wrist, expecting his wand to appear, it didn’t. “Were you the one responsible for that mist?” he asked furiously.

“I thought that was your evil deed, Malfoy,” Harry said, now rather confused.

“If it wasn’t you--?” Draco trailed off. “Who has that kind of power other than you,” he started, regaining his steam.

“What are you talking about,” Harry said. “It was obviously you who got us here in the first place. How you got through the wards, I don’t know.” He attempted to apparate out of the closet, using the Three Broomsticks however he could not, which met that either this building was a muggle dwelling that someone placed an Anti-Disapparition Jinx on or this was really a wizard’s dwelling and his previous hypothesis was wrong or it was both a muggle building, but a wizard’s dwelling.

“What are you doing?” Draco said. He had quieted after his outburst as it was obvious that Harry wasn’t lying.

“If you weren’t such a ferret brained idiot you might figure out that I’m attempting to disapparate, but there’s an Anti-Disapparition Jinx on this building, or at least this closet,” Harry said.

They both fell quiet after that, both getting as far away from each other as possible, which met they were sitting on upturned buckets with their knees knocking into each other every time they shifted positions. Harry was leaned up against the door while Draco was leaned up against the back wall. It was narrow, and Harry re-thought his previous estimates, the room was about the same size as the cupboard under the stairs, except the roof didn’t slope.

Neither teen knew what they were waiting for, but came in the form of a meal, breakfast by the food selection, being served within their closet. Both glared at each other, but ate the food any ways. After they were full they went back to acting like the other didn’t even exist this went on for awhile until Harry, getting antsy, began to drum his fingers against the side of his bucket and let out a sigh.

“Potter, will you quit doing that, it’s getting on my nerves,” Draco said, his voice full of pureblooded superiority.

“Well, I’m sorry, Malfoy,” Harry said sarcastically. “I have nothing better to do seeing as I don’t even have a deck of cards to play solitaire with.”

“Solitaire? What’s that?” Draco asked.

“It’s a muggle card game in which there’s eight stacks of cards and your ultimate goal is to get them in order from ace to king within their suit, which there are four of,” Harry said matter of factly.

“What no explosions?” Draco asked confused.

“Well it’s a Muggle game, ferret-brain, normal Muggle playing cards do nothing like that. If I had a deck, I might even be amenable to teaching you to play poker,” Harry said. As if that was the magic words a deck of cards appeared on a bucket that the two eventually got in between their legs to serve as a table. Alongside the deck appeared a set of poker chips. Harry quickly divided the chips into two equal piles and said, “The white ones are 1’s, the red one’s are 5’s, the blue one’s are 10’s, and the yellow one’s are 20’s,” he said, keeping with his promise, as he needed something to do.

He picked up the cards and pulled ten cards from the deck lying them down face up in two rows of five. “These are hands with nothing in them, don’t bet a lot on these hands,” he pointed to one hand, “this hand would win, because the Ace is the highest card. The Ace can also be the lowest card, but this is only in a Straight of 2, 3, 4, and 5. The cards normally go in the following order, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, Jack, Queen, King, Ace,” he took a card from the losing hand and replaced it with another. “This is a pair,” he said, pointing to a pair of 2’s, “They beat a single ace, though a pair of 3’s or higher can beat this set.” He picked up all the cards, “Two pair beats a single pair, three of a kind beats that, a straight,” he laid a straight out on the table, “beats that, a flush,” he changed the cards to a flush, “beats that, a full house,” he showed a full house, “beats that, four of a kind beats that, and a straight flush beats that. A royal flush is the rarest hand you can get. It’s an ace, king, queen, jack, and ten all of the same suit. The suits are spades,” he showed a spade, “hearts,” he showed a heart, “diamond,” he showed a diamond, “and clubs,” he showed the clubs. “The first hand will be practice and all chips won will be returned to the other. We will start with a pot, that’s the chips, of 1 from each,” he picked up a white chip and sat it in the middle. Draco followed suit, sort of intrigued that Muggles thought of such a complicated card game and where Harry learned to play. Harry dealt five cards and demonstrated picking them up, “When we play for real don’t show your cards, however as this is practice and I’m demonstrating how to play this particular version, Five-Card Draw, we will show are hands,” Harry sat his cards down face up followed by Draco who did the same. “Okay, since I’m dealer, you bet first. It depends on what you have, you can check, which means that you don’t put anything in the pot, with a hand like yours I would check. You can also raise, which means you put chips into the pot. Or, lastly, you can fold, I would never fold before you discard and draw unless the other players have raised the bet and you have nothing, not even the makings of something.”

“Then, check?” Draco said.

“Good, I’ll check, too,” Harry said. “Now, this step is difficult. You have to look at your cards and find the makings of a hand, such as a straight, flush, pair, etc. You have the makings of a flush with three clubs, take the other two cards and put them in the pot,” Draco did so and Harry handed him two cards which he added and frowned at.

“I thought you said I had the makings of a flush, instead I have a pair of 2’s,” Draco accused.

“Poker is a game of chance, just because you think you have something doesn’t mean you do.” Draco nodded, “It’s all luck of the draw. Now it’s my turn. I discard one and add one, I had the makings of a straight and I have,” he drew the card, “a straight.”

“Now you would bet again. With that hand I would check,” Harry said, Draco did so. “Now, with my hand I’ll bet 5,” he put a red chip in, “now it would be your turn to either call, which means to equal my bet or fold, which means to give up your hand, or raise the bet higher.”

“I’m not a coward, Potter, I’ll call,” Draco sneered placing the bet.

“No one said you’re a coward, I’ll probably fold a lot tonight,” Harry said. “Normally at this step we’d turn our cards over and show them, but since we already did that we will skip to determining the winner. As I said, a straight beats a pair, so I win.”

Harry picked up the cards and divided the chips back up, after some fancy bridge shuffling Harry anted up one white chip as did Draco. Harry than dealt the first real hand of the day. They played for hours. Draco caught on and started winning real quickly. He realized it when Harry had slipped into this emotionless state. Harry called it “Beginner’s Luck,” when Draco ultimately won.

Draco liked the Muggle card games and was eager for more, that’s why they played go fish, Texas Holdem’, five hundred, blackjack, crazy 8ths, euchre, hearts, seven-card stud, five-card stud, rummy, spades, and solitaire. The played for what seemed like days. Sleeping by hanging the buckets up and stretching out on the ground. Anytime one had to take care of business a door would appear. They seemed to stay clean, or both were so used to the smell it didn’t matter.

Eventually even cards lost it’s luster.