Against Fate

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter characters or world J. K. Rawlins dose. I make no money from the writing of this story, I just write to get it out of my head. If you recognize any thing at any point it was obviously not my idea.

Warnings: angst, slash, mention of rape, possible rape, cursing, violence, blood, gaur, underage intercourse, death, bad! Dumbledore bashing, Hermione bashing, Ginny bashing, maybe BDSM, bondage, sane! Valdy.

Summary: Fate my say what she has planed but even she can’t account for everything, for no one can control those with free will. So when Fate miss calculate so do everyone else.

A/N: I had had this idea for a while I decided to share it like a Christmas present for the masses so here’s my present to the world it’s not much but it’s some thing. I don’t have a beta so work with me if you will.
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During the Yule tide season the halls of Hogwarts was deathly quite do to the utter lack of bustling students, though that it was well past curfew did help the silent a bit. There was one student that roamed the halls like he has done since the beginning of the school year. He listens to the schools magic tell stories of the past and present. He sighs as the schools magic coarsest him like a lover. Oh how he loves ancient magic, the perfect mix of dark magic and light magic. He wished silently that there where others who know what he did.

“Why not pick people to tell.” The sweet voice he placed as the magic of the school whispered lovingly into his ear.

He thought on it for a bit. “I can do that.” He whispered back. It was then when he heard the soft whisper of movement. He turned to the sound and smile when he realizes who it was. It was the famous Harry Potter, loved yet unknown by all. He almost chuckled when Harry past him with out a passing glance. He did, however, follow the young savior on his journey though the school.

They eventually found them selves in a large room that held nothing but a single mirror. The magic in the room was corrupted. He could feel the schools magic turn into a whisper as a darker magic spoke over it. It spoke of corruption, manipulation, death, and lies. The presents of the dark voice made him sick to his stomach. He pulled some of the schools magic into the room and it rapped it’s self around him in protection. He lends ageist the wall as the school cooed him.

When he opens his eyes he saw Harry standing in front of the mirror with a soft yet sad smile. “He sees his parents.” The schools magic whisper to him. He nodded at the answer then left the boy to his moment with his lost parents. He did not know much about the boy but he knew he lost his parents. The more he thought about the more he realizes he knew little abut everything. He did not like that he know so little. He had to fix that.
He headed out of the school and heeded to the ministry of magic. When he got there he went straight to the informational room, it was not hard for his magic made him none existing unless he showed himself. Once there he pulled Harry Potters file, the files of his family, then the files of all those who associated with him and his family; as an after thought he also took the files of all the teachers and there families. Once he had everything he left and went back to school and to his dorm where he set at his desk peered over everything in the files and with the help of the schools magic he was able to clear up a few things that he did not understand.

It was late morning when the boy finally raised his head from the parchment. At this point he had enough information to make his on conclusions. With this new information he came up with a plan of his own, one when the people involved would be in a lot less danger then they currently was in. This plan would ruin the plans of some people but it needed to be done. He séances a war on the horizon and he planed to stop it before it truly begun. With a carefully formed plan in mind he spelled the files back to there proper place and headed to the first year boys bathroom.

He went through the normal morning routine; use the fatality, tack a shower, wash hair, sell hair dry, get dress, brush teeth, then feigner out what to do with his hair. He decided to braid his dark red, with violet highlights, hair in to a single plated braid that he tides off with a silver ribbon to mach his Slytherin robes. After making shore he was presentable he headed out of the school and to Diagon Alley where he inters a jewelry shop. He goes strait to the desk where a wizard, who obviously did not want to be there, stood.

He allowed his magic to drop and he cleared this throat to get the others attention. The older wizard looked down at the head the barely reached over the top of his desk. He could not help but smile at the cute sight the child made. “What can I do for you young lady.” The man asked softly with the smile still firmly in place. It was then that the younger wizard looked up into the other wizards’ eyes. The older wizard was shocked at the child’s eyes, they where a watery teal surrounded by molted gold with a firework of orange spring from the pupil. The child’s eyes where the most exotic eyes he had ever had the pleasure of seeing in his life.

“Zir I am male.” The young Slytherin informed in his normal hush tone.

The voice was so soft that the man almost missed it. When he processed what the boy said he blushed over his mistake. “My apologies lad, what can I do you for?” he asked after clearing his throat.

“I vould like a necklaze made.” The boy stated.
The man smiled at this.
“Are you shore you just do not wish to buy one already made?” the man asked.

“Chou do not ‘ave vhat I am looking for.”

“How can you be so shore?”

“Becauze, I juzt got te idea for it tiz morning.”

“And what makes you think that no one else has had the same idea.”

“Do chou ‘ave a necklaze tat ‘az a pendent made out of vhite gold in te zhape of a zword, tat ‘az a aquamarine ztone in te zhape of a jonquil imbedded into itz handle, a garnet ztone in te zhape of a carnation imbedded into itz middle, and a ruby in te zhape of a vater lily imbedded into itz top, vich iz hanging on a zilver chain tat haz an unbreakable and irremovable charm on it?” The boy asked with a raised brow.

The shop keeper was shocked at the description. He had never heard of a necklace like that. It took him a bit till he could answer the boy. “No I do not hold such an item.”

“Can chou make it?” The boy asked not even bothering to pint out he already said that earlier in there conversation. The shop keeper nodded quickly. The boys’ eyes shined with happiness though his face did not change. “Good, if chou vould give me a pieze of parchment and I quill I vill zetch it out for chou. I vant it in two dayz can chou do that?” The small boy asked.

The older wizard handed the boy the quill and the parchment as he nodded his head. “Yes I can get it done in two days.”

“Very good.” The boy murmured as he began working on the very detailed sketch. When he was done he taped the parchment a few times before handing over to the older man. “I vill return in two dayz I expect to ‘ave both the necklace and tiz zetch.” With that the boy left the shop and headed back to school, leaving the shop keeper to tend to his work. When he retune to the school he decide to catch up on his missed sleep. So instead of going to the great hall for a late lunch he went back to his dorm this time going straight to bed.

A/N: Sorry it’s so short just seemed like a good place to stop. I’ll try to get the chapter longer and they’ll get better, I think. The boy has an accent and a name I just haven’t told you the name yet. But if any one can feigner out what the necklace means and who it’s for I’ll answer a question that gives some things away and I’ll let you add a scene, if I can work it into the story. You have until my next posting which more then likely will be in the next couple of day. So tell me what you think with a review and have a Happy Christmas.