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Adult +
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4,004
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Prologue: The End to a Beginning; The Beginning to an End
Title: Kismet
Author: Wickedfences19514
Summary: "I am Kismet Providence, and this is my sister, Kismet Ruin. I tell good things and she tells
you the bad."
Rating: NC-17
Characters:
Harry Potter, OC, Severus Snape, Lord Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Albus
Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Narcissa Malfoy, Ronald
Weasley
Genre: Angst, Humor, AU, Action/Adventure, Drama (a teensy bit)
Warnings: Adult Language, Violence, Physical/Verbal abuse, dark!Harry, AU
Prologue: The End to a Beginning; The Beginning to an End
Dear Diary,
I went through my usual Monday schedule, only for nothing unusual to happen. Aiden went through his usual meditations, and Haku studied his vocabulary words. As for Draco…Well…Let’s just say Draco’s doing a bit of experimenting with his studies. Now I may seem as if I’m bored, but I’m not. Don’t get me wrong. I love what I’m doing. My problem is that I wonder if one of these days my parents will eventually find out that it’s not me in my room, but some kind of golem. I wonder if one of these days, my parents will care enough to break down the door and see what my problem is. I wonder if one of these days…I wonder if one of these days my dreams will turn into actualities, and my ifs will turn into whens.
It’s hard to look at their faces during breakfast, and know that during the time between end of breakfast and start of lunch, I won’t be here, and I’ll instead be somewhere else doing something they don’t know about. It’s hard to look at their faces and know that they hardly know when I’m here and when I’m not.
I want to cry, sometimes, when I think these things, because they’re so…they’re so sad. It makes me sad to think about them, and angry that I torture myself by doing so. I feel so sad sometimes, that my mind drifts towards more depressing thoughts, like running away. Leaving. Going somewhere neither they nor Dumbledore will ever find me. But it’s hard to consider such a place existing, because it seems impossible to hide from Dumbledore. I always imagine, that should I run, he’ll hunt me down, find me, drag me out of my little hiding hole, and punish me so thoroughly, I’ll never even look him or my parents in the eye without flinching. It’s hard enough to do that as it is.
I haven’t told anyone these thoughts, and I’m not sure if I ever will. If they distress me, they would surely distress others who care about me. I have a sneaking suspicion Lucius knows, but…I doubt he’s all that sure. All he does, and admittedly can do, is tell me that if I ever need anything at all, I’m more than welcome to approach him with it. It’s kind of nice to know that I have a way out. I’m pretty sure Lucius could hide me for a little while. He’s always asking me how things are going, and I answer him as honestly as I can. “They’re going as well as usual. Nothing different.” And every time I give him this answer, I think that I would make one hell of a lawyer, because I’ve told him the truth…without telling him much of anything at all. He tries to probe for more, but I remind him the time. Reluctantly, he lets me get on with my business. One of these days, I’m sure he won’t care about the time, and he’ll strap me to the nearest chair and probe me for every single answer. He’ll sift through my mind carefully and analyze every little detail of my memories without the slightest limitation, because not only will I let him pan for his gold, I will loosen my mind, to help him do so more easily. One of these days…
But until then, there’s nothing I can do. I’ve gotta go soon. I’m shopping for my first year of Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Wandless
Harry folded the diary letter carefully and slipped it into its envelope – placing it in the sentient drawer that would sooner bite an intruder than allow it entry.
“Boy!”
The summons was not lost on Harry. He quickly changed into some summer clothes, and ran down the stairs. The last thing he wants to do before shopping for his first year of Hogwarts is receive a punishment.
“Get in the car. I don’t have time to wait for your nonsense.”
The bespectacled boy lowered his head and entered the car. Everything was done quickly…hastily, so as not to incur the wrath of his parents. They barely wanted to spend the required amount of time with him. Should he prolong it, their anger would be felt. Harry did not often attend the ministry balls his sister attended, and he was always isolated at the parties his godfather held. To be honest, he fears that the only one who ever notices him might actually be Remus. However, Remus is too shy and quite incapable of saying anything to either of his friends. So Harry is forced to slink off and find some kind of hovel to hide in. Such cruelty used to make him cry, but somehow, he’s learned to not care.
“Now you listen up, and listen up good, boy. You’re going to go into Gringotts, get the money we saved up for you and go buy your supplies. You absolutely will not spend more time than necessary. We’ll be here in the car waiting. Do you understand? No stopping to chit chat, no ice cream…Nothing. You purchase your stuff and you come back. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And if I find out you spent more than necessary, I’ll be sure to have your head.”
“Yes, sir.”
They soon arrived at the parking spot, and before the car could even come down to a complete stop, Harry was out the door and moving quickly through the streets. Briefly, he recalled Calla coming home with state-of-the-art school supplies.
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~@~ ~#~ ~$~ ~%~ ~^~ The Kismet Twins: Providence and Ruin ~@~ ~#~ ~$~ ~%~ ~^~
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“Sister dear, I smell fortune. What about you?”
“I, sister, smell absolutely nothing. Perhaps you are the one who is to be so lucky as to give the good news.”
“And ruin your fun? Certainly not.”
The two ladies strolled leisurely through the streets as they were going nowhere. They do this often, fortune and its opposite walking down the road, looking for victims to gift with their wealth of knowledge.
“Oh but he would be such fun, sister dear. So much fortune in his future.”
“Yes, yes…I hear you. However, I cannot understand what pleasure you derive from telling good news.”
“The happiness on their faces, of course!”
“That dear sister, does not appeal to me in the slightest. It is the look of abject horror and fear upon their faces that delights me. Such awkward expressions. Smiles and laughter are so…so…usual. I love to see a mortal’s face twist most unusually.”
“I always knew you were the sadistic one. How terrible it is to take pleasure in ones pain.”
“Your heart is as fair as the moon, Providence. I cannot imagine you harming the most annoying of mosquitoes.”
“Well your heart is as dark as the night. You would probably flame-broil the mosquito simply because it exists.”
“Yes, well everyone has their lot in life. Mine is to delight in misery, yours to delight in joy, and the mosquitoes to die a horrible, horrible death.”
“You’re so dreadfully morbid. Pray, do not give the boy any bad news when he comes.”
“If there is none to tell then my lips shall remain sealed.”
Just as they turned the corner, they were met with a young boy power-walking down the street – his arms full of his purchases. He seemed to be in an awfully unnecessary hurry. Where could a boy so young have to go? Can it not wait? As he approached them, Ruin reached her hand out and grasped him by the back of his neck – dragging him backwards. Immediately he froze in shock.
“Ruin! What have I told you about doing that?”
“Not to, I believe.”
“Then why do you insist so vehemently on doing it?”
“It is fun. And on such short notice, I could think of nothing better.”
“A simple hello?”
“I doubt he would have heard me.”
Providence gave a sigh of exasperation before moving on to the boy. He smelled delightfully of fortune. She was sure her sister would find near nothing to tell the boy herself. He would be all hers.
“Would you like us, dear child, to tell you your fortune?”
Not that they would really give him a choice.
“I don’t believe in fate.”
“Oh! Neither do we, my dear. Neither do we. We believe in roads and paths. You can either listen to us, or you can not. It is surely not your fate to listen to us.”
Lies. It is absolutely his fate to listen to them.
“But I’m in a…”
“Please! Surely you can offer a sparse few minutes of your time?”
Harry looked at the two women, then the muggle watch on his hand, and figured that maybe he could manage a few minutes to indulge them.
“Alright. Thank you, madams.”
“The pleasure is entirely ours. I am Kismet Providence, and this is my sister, Kismet Ruin. I tell good things and she tells you bad things.”
“I understand, Madame.”
“Very good. Now let’s see. I can see plenty of things in your future. You will soon discover love and wealth. Your prudence, connections, and intelligence shall soon come into good use. Hmm…let’s see…You shall discover many truths. Yes, yes…your abilities shall save a life. You will soon make a good deal. You will discover a level of loyalty unknown to you…Hmm…I am afraid there’s not much more. You will soon see that…someone loves you more than you thought, or perhaps should. That’s it”
“Good. Now it’s finally my turn.”
With awful glee, Kismet Ruin moved toward Harry fluidly – tempting him into a fear he simply did not feel.
“You, dear child, shall face a mere three misfortunes. Something important to you shall simply disappear before your very eyes in written form. What it is, I cannot say. I simply know that it shall cause you heartache. Number two, is that just as you discover truths, you discover lies and betrayal. The final misfortune is that a loved one shall soon be in danger, and it shall be up to you to save her. Do with our words what you will. Our advice is perfectly free. We’ve found it rather hard to put a price tag on time and fortune.”
“Please, could you tell me what kind of trouble my sister will be in?”
“How do you know it’s your sister?”
“I just do.”
“I can only tell you it is mortal danger. If you are not there to save her, you shall never see her alive again.”
And here Providence sighed – full of dismay that her sister had actually managed to find something to say. Ruin just smirked. She didn’t receive the usual twist of horror, but she did see his face twist with dismay and worry. It was certainly close enough.
AUTHOR NOTE:
Alright, everyone! This is a new first chapter of Kismet. I decided that the first one that I gave didn't really push me into the direction that I wanted Kismet to go, so I redid it. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as you did the last! ^_^ Read and Review please!
Author: Wickedfences19514
Summary: "I am Kismet Providence, and this is my sister, Kismet Ruin. I tell good things and she tells
you the bad."
Rating: NC-17
Characters:
Harry Potter, OC, Severus Snape, Lord Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Albus
Dumbledore, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Narcissa Malfoy, Ronald
Weasley
Genre: Angst, Humor, AU, Action/Adventure, Drama (a teensy bit)
Warnings: Adult Language, Violence, Physical/Verbal abuse, dark!Harry, AU
Dear Diary,
I went through my usual Monday schedule, only for nothing unusual to happen. Aiden went through his usual meditations, and Haku studied his vocabulary words. As for Draco…Well…Let’s just say Draco’s doing a bit of experimenting with his studies. Now I may seem as if I’m bored, but I’m not. Don’t get me wrong. I love what I’m doing. My problem is that I wonder if one of these days my parents will eventually find out that it’s not me in my room, but some kind of golem. I wonder if one of these days, my parents will care enough to break down the door and see what my problem is. I wonder if one of these days…I wonder if one of these days my dreams will turn into actualities, and my ifs will turn into whens.
It’s hard to look at their faces during breakfast, and know that during the time between end of breakfast and start of lunch, I won’t be here, and I’ll instead be somewhere else doing something they don’t know about. It’s hard to look at their faces and know that they hardly know when I’m here and when I’m not.
I want to cry, sometimes, when I think these things, because they’re so…they’re so sad. It makes me sad to think about them, and angry that I torture myself by doing so. I feel so sad sometimes, that my mind drifts towards more depressing thoughts, like running away. Leaving. Going somewhere neither they nor Dumbledore will ever find me. But it’s hard to consider such a place existing, because it seems impossible to hide from Dumbledore. I always imagine, that should I run, he’ll hunt me down, find me, drag me out of my little hiding hole, and punish me so thoroughly, I’ll never even look him or my parents in the eye without flinching. It’s hard enough to do that as it is.
I haven’t told anyone these thoughts, and I’m not sure if I ever will. If they distress me, they would surely distress others who care about me. I have a sneaking suspicion Lucius knows, but…I doubt he’s all that sure. All he does, and admittedly can do, is tell me that if I ever need anything at all, I’m more than welcome to approach him with it. It’s kind of nice to know that I have a way out. I’m pretty sure Lucius could hide me for a little while. He’s always asking me how things are going, and I answer him as honestly as I can. “They’re going as well as usual. Nothing different.” And every time I give him this answer, I think that I would make one hell of a lawyer, because I’ve told him the truth…without telling him much of anything at all. He tries to probe for more, but I remind him the time. Reluctantly, he lets me get on with my business. One of these days, I’m sure he won’t care about the time, and he’ll strap me to the nearest chair and probe me for every single answer. He’ll sift through my mind carefully and analyze every little detail of my memories without the slightest limitation, because not only will I let him pan for his gold, I will loosen my mind, to help him do so more easily. One of these days…
But until then, there’s nothing I can do. I’ve gotta go soon. I’m shopping for my first year of Hogwarts.
Sincerely,
Wandless
Harry folded the diary letter carefully and slipped it into its envelope – placing it in the sentient drawer that would sooner bite an intruder than allow it entry.
“Boy!”
The summons was not lost on Harry. He quickly changed into some summer clothes, and ran down the stairs. The last thing he wants to do before shopping for his first year of Hogwarts is receive a punishment.
“Get in the car. I don’t have time to wait for your nonsense.”
The bespectacled boy lowered his head and entered the car. Everything was done quickly…hastily, so as not to incur the wrath of his parents. They barely wanted to spend the required amount of time with him. Should he prolong it, their anger would be felt. Harry did not often attend the ministry balls his sister attended, and he was always isolated at the parties his godfather held. To be honest, he fears that the only one who ever notices him might actually be Remus. However, Remus is too shy and quite incapable of saying anything to either of his friends. So Harry is forced to slink off and find some kind of hovel to hide in. Such cruelty used to make him cry, but somehow, he’s learned to not care.
“Now you listen up, and listen up good, boy. You’re going to go into Gringotts, get the money we saved up for you and go buy your supplies. You absolutely will not spend more time than necessary. We’ll be here in the car waiting. Do you understand? No stopping to chit chat, no ice cream…Nothing. You purchase your stuff and you come back. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And if I find out you spent more than necessary, I’ll be sure to have your head.”
“Yes, sir.”
They soon arrived at the parking spot, and before the car could even come down to a complete stop, Harry was out the door and moving quickly through the streets. Briefly, he recalled Calla coming home with state-of-the-art school supplies.
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~@~ ~#~ ~$~ ~%~ ~^~ The Kismet Twins: Providence and Ruin ~@~ ~#~ ~$~ ~%~ ~^~
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“Sister dear, I smell fortune. What about you?”
“I, sister, smell absolutely nothing. Perhaps you are the one who is to be so lucky as to give the good news.”
“And ruin your fun? Certainly not.”
The two ladies strolled leisurely through the streets as they were going nowhere. They do this often, fortune and its opposite walking down the road, looking for victims to gift with their wealth of knowledge.
“Oh but he would be such fun, sister dear. So much fortune in his future.”
“Yes, yes…I hear you. However, I cannot understand what pleasure you derive from telling good news.”
“The happiness on their faces, of course!”
“That dear sister, does not appeal to me in the slightest. It is the look of abject horror and fear upon their faces that delights me. Such awkward expressions. Smiles and laughter are so…so…usual. I love to see a mortal’s face twist most unusually.”
“I always knew you were the sadistic one. How terrible it is to take pleasure in ones pain.”
“Your heart is as fair as the moon, Providence. I cannot imagine you harming the most annoying of mosquitoes.”
“Well your heart is as dark as the night. You would probably flame-broil the mosquito simply because it exists.”
“Yes, well everyone has their lot in life. Mine is to delight in misery, yours to delight in joy, and the mosquitoes to die a horrible, horrible death.”
“You’re so dreadfully morbid. Pray, do not give the boy any bad news when he comes.”
“If there is none to tell then my lips shall remain sealed.”
Just as they turned the corner, they were met with a young boy power-walking down the street – his arms full of his purchases. He seemed to be in an awfully unnecessary hurry. Where could a boy so young have to go? Can it not wait? As he approached them, Ruin reached her hand out and grasped him by the back of his neck – dragging him backwards. Immediately he froze in shock.
“Ruin! What have I told you about doing that?”
“Not to, I believe.”
“Then why do you insist so vehemently on doing it?”
“It is fun. And on such short notice, I could think of nothing better.”
“A simple hello?”
“I doubt he would have heard me.”
Providence gave a sigh of exasperation before moving on to the boy. He smelled delightfully of fortune. She was sure her sister would find near nothing to tell the boy herself. He would be all hers.
“Would you like us, dear child, to tell you your fortune?”
Not that they would really give him a choice.
“I don’t believe in fate.”
“Oh! Neither do we, my dear. Neither do we. We believe in roads and paths. You can either listen to us, or you can not. It is surely not your fate to listen to us.”
Lies. It is absolutely his fate to listen to them.
“But I’m in a…”
“Please! Surely you can offer a sparse few minutes of your time?”
Harry looked at the two women, then the muggle watch on his hand, and figured that maybe he could manage a few minutes to indulge them.
“Alright. Thank you, madams.”
“The pleasure is entirely ours. I am Kismet Providence, and this is my sister, Kismet Ruin. I tell good things and she tells you bad things.”
“I understand, Madame.”
“Very good. Now let’s see. I can see plenty of things in your future. You will soon discover love and wealth. Your prudence, connections, and intelligence shall soon come into good use. Hmm…let’s see…You shall discover many truths. Yes, yes…your abilities shall save a life. You will soon make a good deal. You will discover a level of loyalty unknown to you…Hmm…I am afraid there’s not much more. You will soon see that…someone loves you more than you thought, or perhaps should. That’s it”
“Good. Now it’s finally my turn.”
With awful glee, Kismet Ruin moved toward Harry fluidly – tempting him into a fear he simply did not feel.
“You, dear child, shall face a mere three misfortunes. Something important to you shall simply disappear before your very eyes in written form. What it is, I cannot say. I simply know that it shall cause you heartache. Number two, is that just as you discover truths, you discover lies and betrayal. The final misfortune is that a loved one shall soon be in danger, and it shall be up to you to save her. Do with our words what you will. Our advice is perfectly free. We’ve found it rather hard to put a price tag on time and fortune.”
“Please, could you tell me what kind of trouble my sister will be in?”
“How do you know it’s your sister?”
“I just do.”
“I can only tell you it is mortal danger. If you are not there to save her, you shall never see her alive again.”
And here Providence sighed – full of dismay that her sister had actually managed to find something to say. Ruin just smirked. She didn’t receive the usual twist of horror, but she did see his face twist with dismay and worry. It was certainly close enough.
Alright, everyone! This is a new first chapter of Kismet. I decided that the first one that I gave didn't really push me into the direction that I wanted Kismet to go, so I redid it. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as you did the last! ^_^ Read and Review please!