Fate's a Bitch

Author: Mina

Title: Fate's a Bitch

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have ever owned Harry Potter nor the characters therein. They are the property of JK Rowling.

Authors Note: The first chapter is pretty tame, I just wanted to set the ground work for what's happening, and what has happened to Potter and Co.


Chapter One: In the Beginning…

“One day Weasley will be a very dangerous name to own.” This was the last bit of wisdom ever partaken of Percy Weasley onto his wife. It had been a simple day, seven months pregnant they sat in the lounge of their home debating over names for their baby boy, and Percy’s wish was this: the boy could have any name his mother desired, so long as he took her last name and hers alone. In time, she would come to understand why.

In his twentieth year Harry Potter, tired of the death around him; Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Parvati, people who had only the misfortune of once knowing him. He tired of fighting an invisible source and so decided to take arms against Lord Voldemort, and end things once and for all. Though the final Horcrux had not been found, he would not be deterred and said his farewells to his friends, those he considered family, and an old flame, whom would carry on his legacy without his knowing.

When Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord the world rejoiced, but the Order of the Phoenix knew not to take joy in false victories. With the last horcrux tying Voldemort to this world there would never be peace, and it was only a matter of time before he found a way to rise again. It was in this time that Sybil Trelawney made one final prediction before she died:

“An enemy we hold in fear, shall now very soon appear, upon a boy with fire in his eyes and a heart of blackest night. Born of a traitor he shall avenge, a hidden Weasley.” It wasn’t complete, for Sybil fell over before she could finish, and Ginny desperate to know shook the old bat, and got one final assurance: “The child of Potter will be the only spared.”

Why? If this boy was supposed to give rise to the Dark Lord why would he spare a child of Potter, Ginny’s only daughter? There were too many questions, and all at once the Weasleys’ looked among them selves. They weren’t traitors; they’d been at Harry’s side always, Ron’s eyes flew down to his baby girl in Hermione’s arms, and at Ginny’s raising stomach. Fred’s children-twin boy and girl-were only a year old, but Fred had always loved Harry-

“Percy.” George sighed as he bowed his head. Percy had betrayed them all, and while the wizard community was unaware of that he’d done, the Order had yet to forgive him. “Last I heard Penelope had a son.”

“When?!” Arthur demanded.

“Just this last October.”

“Where is Percy?” Molly than asked, how could they tell her? How could Bill tell her that when they searched the battlefield they’d found Percy among the remains? He’d taken out three Death Eaters before he fell…how could they justify never forgiving him if in the end he’d fought by their side? He should have never betrayed them, end of story.

“Penelope is in hiding in the muggle world, I saw her once, she wouldn’t speak to me I literally had to hunt her down.” Fred replied. “She wants nothing to do with us, and if that’s the case it’s for the best.”

“No! If it was about Percy we need to find her, we need to make sure-” Molly protested.

“She has a right to know-” Arthur began.

“We’ll wait.” Ron interjected.

“Wait? For what? Until he bursts down our doors with Voldemort?” George scoffed.

“We’ll wait until the sorting-”

“The sorting? That’s what you’re basing this all on? Please.” Fred too scoffed.

“It’s never been wrong.”

“But even Perce was one of us Ronnie.” Bill sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

“Tell me a single one of our enemies wasn’t one of them-besides Percy-”

“Even then Ron, Percy didn’t really betray us. He didn’t put on a hood and take arms against us, he chose to have nothing to do with it.” Hermione sighed gently.

“He was a coward.” Ron snarled, his wife remained silent then, only shaking her head sadly.

“She deserves to know.” Molly said sternly as she shook her head once, and left the room. She sent an owl to Penelope, begging her to return to the Burrow, there was important news about Percy she had to know. It took a few days, but Penelope arrived, the day after Sybil’s funeral, in her arms a baby boy with auburn hair and glazed eyes.

“What’s his name?” Molly asked gently.

“Silas.” Penelope replied monotonously.

“To the point then,” Bill sighed as he clapped his hands together once. “There’s been another prophesy Penelope, and it has to do with Silas.”

“What would Silas have to do with it?”

“We think Silas…may be the key to the new rise of Lord Voldemort.” Ginny replied; always a pillar of strength, even now in this most dire hour.

“Silas? You must be mistaken, Silas has nothing to do with you or what you’ve done-”

“What we’ve done?!” Ginny demanded.

“Yes! If it weren’t for you, and your stupid prophesies and hotcrus-”

“Horcrux.” She snarled.

“Percy would be alive to see his son! And maybe Harry could have raised his own child, my son will have nothing to do with your meaningless blood shed-”

“Harry died so that your son may live!” Ron cried as he pointed a finger.

“If that helps you sleep.” Molly never got to hold her grandson, nor coo in his ear to help him sleep, and Penelope fled to the muggle world, establishing herself as a successful Healer in Saint Mungos. It seemed as if the tension and silence of that day never left the Weasleys’, it was strange, how the rest of the world, wizard and muggle a like went about their lives, carefree and happy. There were festivals to celebrate the most triumphant fall of Voldemort, to praise Harry Potter and his bravery, and his daughter, Melaphaney a prize jewel of the community.

“No no, it’s pronounced Meh-lef-ahn-ee.” Ginny would correct with a sweet smile.

Melaphaney was a late bloomer, unlike Bill and Fleur’s children—who were part veela—what Melaphaney lacked in ravishing beauty or developed endowments she more than made up for in her lovely voice, and kind demeanor, with long black hair, and those Potter green eyes, Melaphaney was still a lovely sight to behold. She was denied nothing—well, nothing reasonable anyway—and like all the Weasley children lived by one core and unforgivable rule: she was not to consort with Silas Clearwater, whomever that was.

Silas Clearwater had grown up in a modest flat with his mother in London, as it was closer to her work. She told Silas they lived among muggles because only they seemed to truly know peace, and Silas happily obliged. A somewhat handsome boy with hazel eyes, only his he and his mother knew they had flecks of green. He had friends in his neighborhood, though no matter how good life seemed to be, Penelope always seemed sad. Often times she would slip into a place in her mind, and it was when she had these episodes that Silas would spend hours outside, knowing he could never reach her, wherever this bad place was.

When he was eleven like all young wizards Silas got his Hogwarts letter, he’d never seen his mother cry like that before. She hugged him so tightly he thought she’d smother him, and kissed his cheeks as if she’d never see him again, her tears were black with mascara and stained his shirt…maybe if he’d known it was the last time he’d see her he would have at least told her he loved her. Silas’ fate was sealed the moment he sat on that stool, the hat cried Slytherin before even really touching his head, and a few short days later some official wizard in pressed robes pulled Silas into an empty classroom. His mother had killed herself, he would be placed in a muggle orphanage by her command considering how fond he was of muggles.

Any memories anyone had ever had of Silas being a carefree youth, bright eyed and happy were very soon gone, for that Silas had existed only a week inside the walls of Hogwarts. In a strange shift of fate Silas found a friend, a soul mate with whom his entire life would be carried out loyally and truly; the only son of Draco Malfoy: Terrance.

Maybe it was because of the death of his second parent that Silas began to wonder about his first. Penelope had never really talked about Percy, except that she’d loved him when no one else had, that she’d always forgiven him, but Silas didn’t know what this meant. His elders were of no use for those who knew his father; The Headmistress McGonagall, the Groundskeeper Hagrid, said only that Silas was better off not knowing, and would shoo him off to class. This answer made him only more and more angry, the whole world seemed to know something he didn’t, and it was at times like this that he wondered if he were better suited for Ravenclaw, his mother’s house. His thirst for knowledge was unquenchable, he knew only this: his father had something to do with Harry Potter, they had to be connected. Percy was connected to Ron Weasley, who was Harry Potter’s best friend, according to the stories. Practically living in the library Silas would loose track of the days, all in the desperate pursuit of Percy, what he’d done—if he’d done anything at all—and what about it made his mother take his life. But all of this came with a price:

With Terrance help Silas learned more than a few jinxes and curses, they scoured the back alleys of the wizard world, the old cronies in pubs were always the best, the ones who had seen it all and shrugged off as loonies. They all pointed to one person: Remus Lupin. While his wife had been frustrated with Silas’ arrival during the summer before his thirteenth year Remus invited him in, and told to Silas the secret that would doom them all: there was no Percy Clearwater, that was his mother’s maiden name. His father was Percy Weasley, Ron’s older brother who was disowned after he betray the Weasley’s at the beginning of the Great War. And his mother? Well, a prophesy was made around the time Silas was born, that the son of a fallen traitor would give new rise to the Dark Lord, but Remus’ research had led him to believe that perhaps it was the Malfoy boy. Silas quickly excused himself, it was true, Draco was pardoned after the war, but only after spending ten years in Azkaban, Terrance had all ready been born for he and Silas were the same age. Only the child of Potter would be spared, what the hell did that mean?! Silas knew Melaphaney only by the things he heard around school, she was the daughter of Harry Potter, end of story. What could he possibly want with her…why did everyone hate him?

There were too many questions with not enough time to answer them, and Silas tried desperately to put it out of his mind, but the sands of time began to run, and Fate set her plan in motion. For when Silas returned in his fifth year to take his place as the most studious student in his year he would very well learn what he had to do with Melaphaney, and how cruelly they were all tied together.