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Closet Chronicles
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,464
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2
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Divine Three
Author's Note: This is the chapter where I introduce my three OCs. There really isn't any Harry or Draco in it, sorry.
Chapter 2: Divine Three
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“Gazing out the window
Of the 42nd floor
He is separate from all others
No one knocks upon his door”
--Kansas “Closet Chronicles”
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The man in the south corner penthouse apartment was rarely seen. The few glimpses of him that the other residents of the forty-two floor high rise apartment building told them few things. One was that he was tall, around six five, with long straight black hair, licorice skin, and onyx black eyes. Two was that he was a very important man.
While none of them had ever heard him speak more than two words, with the possible exception of the manager or owner, they knew the second fact to be true. It was in his walk. It was in the way he held himself in the elevator heading towards the ground floor. It was in the black Armani tux with glittering gold and diamond Rolex and polished black shoes. It was in the black Ferrari Enzo and the black Aston Martin Vanquish S that he drove in alternating shifts.
Everyone nicknamed him the “Mysterious Man in Black.”
He never got guests. And only left his apartment, visibly, once a month, no one knew how he left normally.
The manager said his name was, “Dominic Danté,” but that it was probably a fake. No one even knew what the obviously important man did for a living.
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His real name was Fate, just Fate. “Dominic Danté” was an often used name of his. He was the one who knew all that happened, all that was happening, and all that was to happen. He was the only man who could override destiny. And in this case he did.
You see it was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy’s destiny to face each other on opposite sides of a battlefield, however their fate was much different. He hated leaving humans with half-lives. They were miserable sorry excuses for people, so he often messed around. He, despite his looks, was actually the oldest being in the universe. One could call him “God.”
A tall old woman with long black hair, skin whiter than snow, and deep blue eyes appeared with a short young woman with whiter than snow hair, skin as black as night, and shallow emerald eyes appeared. The tall one was extremely over weight, while the short one was skin and bone thin. There names were Light and Dark Destiny. They were twin sisters who were as opposite as night and day. They rarely agreed on anything.
“You’re messing with their destiny,” they said together.
“Do you forget, younger sisters, that I know all and I know what I’m doing. Their destiny is in contest with their fate. It’s Ronald Weasley’s fate to fight and kill the one known as Voldemort, not Harry Potter’s. It’s his fate to kill a few Death Eaters, though,” he said. “The last time I let you two follow destiny rather than a person’s fate we ended up in this mess in the first place.”
“What about choice and free will,” they said together. Their voices were opposite pitches, but the same volume.
“I have given them that, I just pushed them into a situation that will give them the choice to follow their destiny,” he turned and looked out the window. “The way you two were heading would have destroyed the world. I can not allow that to happen. I must prolong this world’s life, even at the cost of my immortal one. You two never know the consequences of your actions, nor do you know what your past mistakes have wrought. You two are forever present. You should accept my guidance every once in awhile, if you had just, no, I think it was even farther back than the handshake.”
“Why don’t you two handle something I know you two can, like the little girl in San Diego trying to decide whether to wear red or blue and leave this war to me.”
The two women growled and attacked, the man parried both and watched them sail out the window, but instead of plummeting they just disappeared. He waved his hand at the glass and sighed to himself as he went to check on his boys.
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“Gazing out the window
Of the 42nd floor
He is separate from all others
No one knocks upon his door”
--Kansas “Closet Chronicles”
__________________________________________________
The man in the south corner penthouse apartment was rarely seen. The few glimpses of him that the other residents of the forty-two floor high rise apartment building told them few things. One was that he was tall, around six five, with long straight black hair, licorice skin, and onyx black eyes. Two was that he was a very important man.
While none of them had ever heard him speak more than two words, with the possible exception of the manager or owner, they knew the second fact to be true. It was in his walk. It was in the way he held himself in the elevator heading towards the ground floor. It was in the black Armani tux with glittering gold and diamond Rolex and polished black shoes. It was in the black Ferrari Enzo and the black Aston Martin Vanquish S that he drove in alternating shifts.
Everyone nicknamed him the “Mysterious Man in Black.”
He never got guests. And only left his apartment, visibly, once a month, no one knew how he left normally.
The manager said his name was, “Dominic Danté,” but that it was probably a fake. No one even knew what the obviously important man did for a living.
His real name was Fate, just Fate. “Dominic Danté” was an often used name of his. He was the one who knew all that happened, all that was happening, and all that was to happen. He was the only man who could override destiny. And in this case he did.
You see it was Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy’s destiny to face each other on opposite sides of a battlefield, however their fate was much different. He hated leaving humans with half-lives. They were miserable sorry excuses for people, so he often messed around. He, despite his looks, was actually the oldest being in the universe. One could call him “God.”
A tall old woman with long black hair, skin whiter than snow, and deep blue eyes appeared with a short young woman with whiter than snow hair, skin as black as night, and shallow emerald eyes appeared. The tall one was extremely over weight, while the short one was skin and bone thin. There names were Light and Dark Destiny. They were twin sisters who were as opposite as night and day. They rarely agreed on anything.
“You’re messing with their destiny,” they said together.
“Do you forget, younger sisters, that I know all and I know what I’m doing. Their destiny is in contest with their fate. It’s Ronald Weasley’s fate to fight and kill the one known as Voldemort, not Harry Potter’s. It’s his fate to kill a few Death Eaters, though,” he said. “The last time I let you two follow destiny rather than a person’s fate we ended up in this mess in the first place.”
“What about choice and free will,” they said together. Their voices were opposite pitches, but the same volume.
“I have given them that, I just pushed them into a situation that will give them the choice to follow their destiny,” he turned and looked out the window. “The way you two were heading would have destroyed the world. I can not allow that to happen. I must prolong this world’s life, even at the cost of my immortal one. You two never know the consequences of your actions, nor do you know what your past mistakes have wrought. You two are forever present. You should accept my guidance every once in awhile, if you had just, no, I think it was even farther back than the handshake.”
“Why don’t you two handle something I know you two can, like the little girl in San Diego trying to decide whether to wear red or blue and leave this war to me.”
The two women growled and attacked, the man parried both and watched them sail out the window, but instead of plummeting they just disappeared. He waved his hand at the glass and sighed to himself as he went to check on his boys.