Harry Potter fan fiction Fate unveiled

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In 358 A.D. Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin and Rowena Ravenclaw- the four greatest sorcerers in wizarding history were brought together by a common goal, a shared dream of training young witches and wizards. On this vision, Hogwarts was founded and the Fate of the world was sealed.

Helga was a seer, and one fateful night she had a vision. In this vision, she saw a time far in the future. A time when an heir of Slytherin would rise, bringing chaos and anarchy into the magical world. Then two heroes will come forward to fight him- the heir of Gryffindor and the second heir of Slytheirn. Helga made a prophecy after her vision. She said "IN THE SOLSTICE WILL COME A NEW POWER…BORN FROM THE BONE OF THE FATHER, UNKNOWINGLY PROVIDED, FLESH OF THE SERVANT, WILLINGLY GIVEN, AND BLOOD FROM THE FOE FORCIBLY TAKEN…THE SON, THE MASTER AND THE ENEMY WILL RISE…SUPPRESSED EVIL AND DORMANT POWER SHALL AWAKEN…COVERING THE LAND IN A SHADOW OF DARKNESS…WHEN THE WILL OF PEOPLE SHALL BREAK, WHEN ALL HOPE SHALL FAIL, TWO HEROES WILL EMERGE…BOUND BY BLOOD AND ALLIED BY FATE THEY ALONE WILL STAND AGAINST THE ENEMY…THEY ALONE WILL BE A MATCH AGAINST HIM….ONE FROM THE DARKNESS AND ONE FROM LIGHT, THEY WILL BE THE ULTIMATE WARRIORS…..AND NONE WILL COME AFTER…"

After the others learned of Helga's vision and prophecy, they all made a plan to help the two heroes. Rowena called upon the magic of the earth, the stars and the moon; she summoned the raw power of the universe and invoked ancient blood magic to cast a spell of her invention- the Dracenus Parcentium charm on Godric and Salazar. The effect of the charm takes place on the descendants of the person on whom the spell is cast. This charm allows the person to use raw magic. The charm would lie dormant until and unless the right heirs were born, in which case, it would then take effect. Thus the two descendants of Godric and Salazar would experience the effects.
During this time, Salazar already had a daughter, whose bloodline later led to the birth of a boy with a muggle father, and a witch mother, Tom Marvolo Riddle. Brilliant in everything he did, and Head Boy in school, Tom studied dark arts after graduating, and later emerged as the Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort.

After the charm was performed, Slytherin had another child. This child's bloodline led, after many inter-marriages between pureblood families, to a pale skinned, flaxen haired boy. This boy was another brilliant student, like Tom, and with a special flair for potions.
Gryffindor's line led to the birth of yet another boy. This boy, though with a noble and ancient magical heritage, was a half-blood through his muggle-born mother. Like the Slytherin heirs he had exceptional magical prowess and unyielding character; and like the second heir of Slytherin, due to many intermarriages between purebloods, also had Slytherin blood in his along with Gryffindor's

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Dumbledore stopped and looked at the tired and confused faces in front of him. Even with the obviousness of the situation, Harry and Draco did not seem to have understood the implications of his story. Dumbledore could pretend to be disappointed. He could lie and make himself believe that he wanted them to recognize the hints so that he did not have to be the one to hit them with the truth. But he wouldn't do that…couldn't do it…because he knew the truth. He knew that he wanted to postpone the realization as long as he could. He would even cancel it, were it in his power to do so. But alas, it was not.

The power lay with the Fates and the Fates had decided. The blissful time of postponement had ended. The powers had been unleashed, and the revelation had to be made now…but maybe he could delay it a bit longer…one more night. They were tired now and if he carried on with this, they would not understand anything anyways.
Dumbledore knew he was making excuses, but he didn't care. He would do it tomorrow. He flicked his wand and food appeared on his table. "Harry, Draco, you can finish your dinner here and go to sleep in the Gryffindor dormitory. I shall continue the story tomorrow."

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After Harry and Draco had left, Dumbledore turned to Snape and Remus. He said, "Remus, I think it would be better if you went back to the house. Wait for her to come, and then look after her till the time comes for her to come to school. She will arrive tomorrow at around 6:00 in the morning. I will await your owl." Remus nodded and left the room.
"Severus," Dumbledore continued, "I think it is best if we start the training early tomorrow. Please send owls to Minerva, Flitwick, Poppy, Alastor, and Amelia. Remus will join us presently, and you are already here. Tomorrow morning I will tell them the rest of the story, and see how much they are able to grasp, and from their reactions we shall be able to tell how much help they will require. That is all for now Severus, I thank you for your help thus far and beyond." Snape turned to leave. "Oh and just one more thing…You will please do whatever you can to help Draco…at least to help him overcome the shock…because in his shocked state, it will be really hard for us to help him, and that could come to a disastrous end," Dumbledore added.
"I will do my best Headmaster…you know I will… I have already expressed my feelings on this matter." Severus left the room.
Dumbledore looked out of the window into the darkness outside…he thought of what had happened before, and what lay ahead. He felt a slight pang of guilt…almost as if it was his fault that he did not stop Tom before…he had suspected, but he had not acted on his suspicions. It was not his style to do so, and now he felt a slight regret for it…he made up his mind now…he would undo all of this… He would help these two innocent boys achieve victory over this darkness…he would do whatever he could to bring back the lost humanity…
Life it seems will fade away,
Drifting further everyday,
Getting lost within myself,
Nothing matters no one else!
-Metallica

But it was in vain, and he knew that…these people expected others to die for them, and to protect them from the evil that was spreading even as he thought about it. They did not care if it was their lives pitted against those of two young children. They only cared about themselves and themselves alone. They were selfish and greedy. They wanted peace and happiness. At what price they did not care, as long as they did not have to pay it. They rejoiced at the losses of others, they basked in the glory of selfless sacrifices made by their heroes, as that generally meant something had been gained for them.

And they romanticized when their heroes were broken and beaten-somehow tragic heroes appealed to them and gave pleasure to their twisted ignorant minds. It was not because they suffered with their heroes who suffer because of them, it was not because they understood or cared. It was simply because it added colour to their life; gave them something to gossip about, and someone to swoon over.

They were pathetic and not worth the lives that had to be sacrificed to save them. But Dumbledore knew that no matter what he wanted, in the end the sacrifice would be made. No power on earth could challenge the supremacy of the Fates. No logic could outwit their mindless, senseless decisions, designed for ironic humour.

The lives of thousands of fools and cowards against the lives of two innocent boys.

Fate had chosen the masses.
The people had chosen themselves.
And the boys would choose the people.
Destiny had been engraved in stone, and even the great Albus Dumbledore could do nothing to change it.

By Crucified and Psycho Fascist

A Victim Of Fate

15, only 15 years old, too young to die but fate is unchangeable. It's her fault too. Very thin, her face gaunt and white and extremely weak, she lay in bed. The sun rose and the weak feeble rays of light fell on her face. A tear trickled down her cheek. She sighed a heavy sigh, a sigh of grief. She might........might leave this wonderful world today or tomorrow no matter what the doctors said. She knows it. Just a few days ago she did not know how it feels but now she knows how it feels when you know you are going to die but you cannot do anything about it. The sun became brighter and its light and warmth filled the room. She closed her eyes and tried to recall her life. Her life was full of sad and happy moments she remembered something when she was scared to look into the future or look back into the past.....that something was her best friends always cheering her on. She thought of her family. They had dreams for her but now all those dreams faded away and she could do nothing. She couldn't fulfill her parents' dreams or her friends' wishes. She thought....leaving the world when her dreams are incomplete........ She could do nothing. She remembered the innocence of her childhood. She visioned herself vividly, laughing and playing in the green pasture. She remembered her school, she had everything which a normal teenage girl wants in her school life, fame and popularity in school but in the same time she had nothing. She felt a squeeze in her hand, it was a feeling she recalled when her first boyfriend held her hand..... She smiled. She cherished those memories. It seemed a long time ago..... She thought about her mother who was always there to support her and help her to climb each step of her life and she could not give her mother anything in return but sorrow. She sighed again. She remembered that day she became an anorexic. She sighed a sigh of regret. She couldn't help it. It was her fault too; actually it was all her fault. There was a girl long time ago who was attractive, athletic and active but now that same girl, in a short span of time, is the girl who became weak and feeble and did not even have the energy to stand up. Tears welled up in her eyes. That girl, the same girl lay there on the bed. She was obsessed with her weight before. It might sound funny but she was influenced by another girl who was anorexic too. Visions flashed before her eyes...... it was horrible. She used to throw up everyday. She thought she would get a great figure. She became obsessed about losing weight because she was anorexic. Her parents found out but still she went on throwing up secretly. That was her greatest regret. She was hospitalized three times but still she could not stop. Now this is the fourth and the last time she is ever going to be hospitalized. She closed her eyes and let all her sins wash over her. For the last time she remembered her life full of all the wonderful people..... She drifted into a deep sleep never meant to be disturbed and her soul was gone and only her body lay there........

By Iris Rahman (Ishmam)