Aloha! Bonjour! Ni hao! This is my second ever story! I cannot stress that I feel this one is better than my first! Possibly because in the world of magic, ANYTHING can happen. I am very fond of this idea, therefore, maybe it's better to write one about Harry Potter than write a story with already an enclosed idea. That's how I feel anyway.

A/N: There will several types of genres in this story, though I'll be figuring things out along the way. I know for a fact though, that there will be mpreg, action, adventure, romance, a dash of comedy and the like. Also, there is a DMXHP relationship – dominant / submissive respectively. So, if you do not like the thought of malexmale relationships, I suggest you read something else. Also, it's AU and OC! :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter; it's J.K. Rowling's. I do however, own THIS HERE WRITTEN story's plot.

Changing Destiny

Chapter 1

Summer Vacation

Peering out the window, the sun seemed to be shining as clear as day - not a hint of a storm in sight. Severus grumbled before heading to his potions laboratory. Today would be the day his godson arrived, the first day of the first week of summer vacation. As his robes billowed behind him as he walked down the corridor, he thought he'd finish up his latest concoction before awaiting the arrival of the young blonde. Upon entering his laboratory , he quickly leafed through his cupboards in search of an ingredient - the edges of his mouth twitched when the ingredient was in his sight.

Closing the cupboard and moving towards the simmering cauldron, he dropped a few of the bat's wing held in his grasp, before leaving the rest in a small container for later use. Walking over to another storage case, he opened the doors searching for the jar containing rabbit liver. Frowning when he realized he had ran out of the ingredient, he quickly skimmed through the rest of his ingredients, duly noting what other ingredients should be ordered and which ingredients he should have thoroughly stocked beforehand. With the list in mind, he quickly jotted it down on a sheet of paper before heading towards the owlery, though not before casting a quick spell towards the cauldron to suspend the potion in the making.

Walking up the spiraling staircase, he subtly waved his wand, closing any of the open windows that lined the walls, leaving just the last one at the top of the stairs open. Stepping into the owlery, he walked towards a black feathered owl, decorated with dark grey spots all around its feathers and body. Tying the list onto the owl's leg, he looked straight at into the owl's eyes.

"I need these ingredients quickly. Any answer more than three days will not suffice. It is a matter of urgency, understand?" The owl looked at Severus with scrutiny before hooting in acknowledgement.

"Well, if you understand, leave now. You will be greatly rewarded after returning with a reply that's says the ingredients will be packed and sent within three days." The owl hooted once more before flapping its wings, hovering a few inches above its perch. Wondering what the owl was waiting for, he looked towards the closed window before realizing he had forgotten to leave the owlery window open after it had rained a few nights ago.

With another flick of his wand, the window opened allowing the dark colored owl to fly through. Dark as the night, eyes sharp and gleaming like a leopard. Naming the owl Midnight was probably a childish thing to do, but there was no better way to describe the male bird. Turning his back on the now empty perch, he saw the other owls eyeing him, as if waiting for him to send them on a journey as well.

"There's nothing for you all to do now. Draco will be here shortly; after all, there's already an appointed time he'll floo in." he announced to the now listless birds.

The owlery was filled with soft coos as the birds moved sadly on their own perches. With an annoyed twitch of his mouth, he waved his wand once again – though this time, it was to present the owls with several treats.

Hopefully these would satisfy them. He thought before leaving the room.

Walking back down the stairs he reopened the windows with his wand, annoyed that the owls' feelings had made him a tad guilty. He may be half pureblood, but the muggle side wouldn't allow him to act as ruthlessly as he could towards innocent creatures. He walked towards the kitchen, setting up tea for his soon to be arriving guests.

As the tea tray drifted in the air behind him, he drew the curtains apart from the glass windows, allowing sunlight into the dark sitting room. As his eyes were met with several dust particles floating around in the air, he sent a simple but effective spell, clearing the air in the room. The tea tray set itself down in the center of the coffee table; immediately, the tea pot itself poured tea into the empty tea cups, settling down once the tea cups were full. Glancing up at the clock hanging from atop the fireplace, there were only five seconds before the Malfoys would arrive at exactly eleven on the dot. Reminding himself that his guests probably haven't had their midday meal yet, he sent several spells into the kitchen.

The kitchenware quickly sprang to life. The drawers opened, refrigerator opened, stove turned on – everything seemed to take on a life of its own as the meal began to prepare itself. If only I had a house elf, he thought to himself, that way I wouldn't have to send spells out every five minutes in the day. There were probably still hundreds of other house elves that haven't been claimed at all by any heads of the families; if so, he would quickly look for several, making his daily life easier. Just because he lived alone and liked the peace and quiet in the house, doesn't mean he didn't think daily chores or house work were any easier on a single bachelor.

The fireplace burst to life in bright green flames as the first of the Malfoys made their presence in his 'humble abode'. Out came Lucius Malfoy in all his platinum blonde haired glory. Stepping out of the fireplace, he subtly dusted a few specks of ash off his attire before glancing around the room. Next came Narcissa Malfoy, a lady of petite stature. Head held high with straight poise, everyone knew of the Lady Malfoy within the social circle. Walking a few steps to stand beside her husband, the last of the Malfoy family appeared from the flames – now slowly turning back into a small reddish orange color.

"Lucius, Narcissa, Draco, how have you been?" Severus stepped up towards the small group, before gripping the elder Malfoy's outstretched hand.

"We've been well Severus, hope you've been as well." Lucius answered, his eyes finally landing on the potions master when he had heard the man speak up. "Dear Severus, the room is just as I've remembered." Narcissa replied, smiling lightly. "Draco, how has your summer vacation been?" "It's been well Uncle Severus, though I had hoped we would begin my potions training as soon as possible once we had left Hogwarts." The young blonde replied politely.

"Ah yes, we will begin as soon as possible. I have sent out a notice to my supplier that the ingredients be delivered within three days. After I have received them, I will finish my current potion whilst teaching you what I have learned." Snape answered, his eyes landing on the boy. Nodding his head at the acceptance of the news, Snape gestured his guests towards the settees placed around the coffee table.

"I hope the tea will suit your tastes, especially for you Narcissa." Snape said, placing each teacup in front of the family member. "Of course it will Severus. Why, it has suited my tastes so well, I have gone out looking for them when the men are out. Of course, the ladies loved them too when I introduced them to it." Narcissa said, sipping the tea in small measurements. "Said they too, would like to know where I had gotten them. I quite enjoyed seeing them try to appeal to me, if not the Malfoy name." she continued, placing the teacup upon the saucer. Lucius and Draco sipped their own tea in silence, listening to the only woman in the house.

After five minutes had gone by, the conversation had drifted from Narcissa's social circle to Lucius's job at the Ministry and School Board to finally Draco's academic life at Hogwarts. The meal in the kitchen had already prepared itself and was sitting on the coffee table, amongst the teacups and saucers. Swallowing his mouthful of food, Draco dabbed at the corners of his mouth before placing his plate onto the coffee table. Looking up at the adults sitting with him, he waited for a couple of seconds before answering the questions that came shooting his way.

First came a question from his father. "Draco, son. I'm assuming you'll be receiving straight O's again this semester?" "Of course father, nothing less will be acceptable." Nodding his head in approval, Lucius stated "Nothing less for a Malfoy" before sipping his tea.

Then his mother asked a question. "How is your health? Has anything happened in school?"

Draco thought for a minute before answering. His mother was always fishing for some gossip. If it didn't come from her group of 'friends', anything that came from her darling son about his classmates would surely give her a good laugh at her social group. Of course, she made it seem as nonchalant as possible, pushing her desire to hear about her son's health before all else.

"Everyone has been well," he started before thinking of how to answer her question without belittling his Slytherin roommates. "Though of course, Astoria keeps insisting she'll be married to me by the time I graduate. She keeps repeating that our family has formed a marriage contract while we were children. Is this true?"

"Of course not Draco. We want you to have the best of the best – anyone lower than Malfoy standards wouldn't be fit to be your life partner." His mother answered, before having a small gleam in her eyes, soon disappearing as quickly as it had come.

Severus didn't need to ask questions about his academic life. He pushed more questions on how he was dealing with the Gryffindors. He wouldn't be able to watch Draco every second of every day, but hearing what goes on while he wasn't watching the Malfoy heir would help him even the slightest bit.

"I'm assuming the Gryffindors are still attempting to keep an eye on you?" The head of Slytherin drawled, an eyebrow raised at the blonde sitting across from him. The boy looked at him before answering.

"Yes, though they need to be more wary of their surroundings. The last time they followed me, I had them almost in Filch's grasp, but they were able to avoid him and Mrs. Norris. Do you know how they did it Uncle Severus?"

"The Potter boy's got an invisibility cloak. Inherited it from his unruly father if I were to guess. Dumbledore's been keeping every item that the boy's going to inherit before he turns seventeen of age." Draco nodded in understanding, picking up his plate once more to continue his meal.

"Severus, have you thought of getting house elves to do the house work?" Narcissa asked, once she saw the man cast several spells onto the dishware, sending them into the kitchen to be cleaned and stored away.

"I have been for some time now. I was wondering where I would be able to get some." The man responded as he lifted his teacup to his mouth.

"Knockturn Alley should have an auction of them. I heard they would be opening one several days from today." Lucius said, providing a specified location. Nodding his head, Snape quickly took note of the response before storing it in his memory – though, it wasn't hard to forget; it was Knockturn Alley they were talking about.

"That would be helpful, but I think you came here other than to drop Draco at my place, correct Lucius?"

Lucius looked to Narcissa and Draco, waving a hand at them to dismiss them from the premises. They stood from their seats and left the area. Sending several privacy spells and a silent charm just in case the two were to be eavesdropping, Lucius and Snape continued onto their business.

"The Dark Lord has requested your presence in aiding the murder of the Potty boy. He wants any information you have received from the old fool within the week. He has given you a month's time already Severus."

"I have been told that the boy will be moved soon Lucius, though I'm not sure where they'll be hiding him." Snape said, giving Lucius the like-we-don't-know-where-he'll-be-hiding look. Lucius rolled his eyes, a gesture unfit for a pureblood, but he did so anyway. Of course he knew where the boy would be hiding, the most obvious place would be the Weasley family's home. If he really hasn't been moved, then the boy would be residing at his childhood home, 4 Privet Drive.

Only Dumbledore, McGonagall, the big half giant Hagrid and Snape knew where this place was. The charms were to set off if anyone other than the four were to come even a good several meters from the little house. Even if anyone other than the four were to step foot onto the doorway, several charms, curses and spells surrounded the house, preventing any unwelcomed guests from entering.

"Are you going to check up on the boy this summer?" Lucius inquired, soaking up as much information as he could before offering it to the Dark Lord that was resided in his home.

"Albus has requested I keep an eye on Potter. I shall be bringing Draco along as well. I can't possibly leave him alone in a potions laboratory unattended." Snape said, informing Lucius of his plans.

"Is that all you have to tell the Dark Lord?"

"Tell him of the intended plan but nothing more." Snape said.

"Of course," Lucius nodded before getting up from the settee, "I best be off. Ministry work isn't going to finish itself."

Removing the spells from the room, Lucius called out to the two lingering in the hallway, announcing his departure to the Ministry. Narcissa entered followed by Draco, who seemed to be a bit pink in the cheeks. "What's the matter Draco?" Lucius asked, noticing the slight tint on his son's face.

"Nothing at all father. Are you leaving now?" he asked, noticing that his father was positioned closer to the fireplace. "Yes, I have work to be done. The buffoons wouldn't know how to do it themselves anyway." Lucius sneered at the thought of the Ministry being filled with idiotic wizards and witches to the brim.

Kissing him on the cheek, Narcissa walked with her husband towards the fireplace, leaving her son with the potions master. "Good bye Draco. I'll be leaving with your father as well. Be sure to listen to Severus' directions, young man."

"Of course mother." Draco replied, kissing his mother's cheek on both sides before giving a slight nod at his father. After bidding the two good bye, Draco turned to look at Severus.

"What do we do now?" he asked. "You should move your belongings to the room for now and just adjust to your surroundings for the next couple of days. There's no point in starting you with a potion if ingredients are missing or not in stock." Severus replied.

A loud hoot came from above them as they turned their head upwards. Seeing Midnight fly in a circle before coming down to land on his outstretched arm, Severus hoped that the supplier had sent him a decent reply. Removing the paper tied to Midnight's outstretched leg, the owl flew from his arm and retreated back to the owlery for a nice rest.

The ingredients you have requested will arrive the day after tomorrow. They will be in stock by midday and I will have them sent through a speedy delivery service. I hope this is a passable reply.

Allowing a small smile to grace his features, Snape gave Draco a plan of the week, only to have the blonde shout in bewilderment when he was told he was also accompanying Snape to check up on Potter.

"What do you mean I have to go?!" he said in a loud voice.

"I will not have you stay in my lab and create potions without adult supervision." Snape said in a monotone voice.

"You don't think I can handle a itty-bitty potion?" Draco said incredulously.

"I did not say that Draco, so don't twist my words. You heard your mother. If you cannot follow simple instructions, I will ask you to go find yourself another suitable potions master to train you." Snape responded, waiting for the blonde to burst into anger.

Watching him take several deep breaths to calm himself, Draco finally replied. "Alright, I'll go with you and have a wonderful field day." He said sarcastically. Raising his eyebrow at the blonde's sarcastic retort, Snape headed towards the potions lab, motioning for the boy to follow him.

"For the next two days, you will, like I said, adjust to your surroundings. You are to memorize where every single ingredient is stored. I hope you already know what they do." Snape said, turning his head to look at the Slytherin.

"Of course Uncle Severus. I did have you as my professor for five years already." Draco said, stepping into the room. He headed towards the storage cases and started sifting through them.

"I'll leave you to it then. I have a meeting with the Headmaster. If you need anything, do not hesitate to call or floo in, though I'd prefer for you to hold onto whatever you need to say to me until I get back."

Waving a hand to indict he had heard what Snape had said, the potions master turned and left the room, heading towards the fireplace. Grabbing a handful of floo powder, he stepped in and shouted in a clear voice, "Dumbledore's office" and he was whisked away in a flash of green flames.

xXxXx

In a blink of an eye, Snape arrived inside Dumbledore's office. Walking out of the fireplace, he stood at the center of the room, wondering where the Headmaster had gone. He could only see Fawks, the phoenix who stood perched atop its stand. He was tempted to ask the bird where everyone had gone off to.

"Ah Severus, impeccable timing as always." Dumbledore said, greeting the man that had already emerged from his fireplace.

"Has the meeting started?" Snape asked, eyeing the empty room. His eyes flickered back to the bearded man who appeared behind the bookcase.

"Where are the others? They should be here by now."

"We moved the meeting to Grimmauld Place. I was about to head there myself after informing you of the change of plans."

"Shall we go now?"

"It wouldn't do to keep them waiting." The old wizard said, smiling. Flooing over to Grimmauld Place took less than five seconds.

Once he stepped foot from the fireplace, he could already hear the hustle and bustle of the Weasley kids, their mother Mrs. Weasley being the loudest of them all. Allowing the Headmaster to walk first, he followed the elder man through several halls before arriving at the meeting room. The group greeted Dumbledore, some greeted Snape while others were still suspicious of the man, even though Dumbledore had told them he was a double spy between the Order and the Dark Lord.

"Fred! George! How many times have I told you to stay away from the room?!" Mrs. Weasley shouted. All heads turned to see tufts of red hair sprint past the doorway, followed by the older and flustered redhead.

They heard rapid footsteps go up the staircase and past Walburga Black's portrait, setting the woman off in fits of screams.

"Filthy traitors! The lot of you all! Leave my house at once! Leave!" she screeched.

Everyone seemed to wince at the screeching of the woman before someone stood up from their seat. "I got it." Sirius stated, walking past the group and out of the room.

"Shut up woman!" They heard Sirius shout before the loud wailing had lowered in volume and finally left the house in complete silence. "Merlin, I swear I'll find out how to remove that spell and take her portrait down." Sirius grumbled, reentering the room.

"I apologize for that Albus. The kids have been a bit more rambunctious since they left Hogwarts. " Mrs. Weasley said, closing the door behind her.

"Not at all Molly, I quite enjoy the idea of having them opening up their own business. I bet it makes you proud to see them as entrepreneurs at such a young age. Please have a seat and the meeting will begin shortly. Who else are we – ah Remus, there you are my boy."

"Dumbledore, it's nice to see you again." The werewolf bowed his head in greeting.

"How have the changes gone? Are you better now?"

"Yes, with the Wolfsbane Potion supplied by Severus, I am holding out just fine."

"He's doing quite well. If anything, he has me with him." Tonks supplied, an endearing smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around Remus's arm.

"That's good, now we just have to wait for Auror Shacklebolt."

"He's here in the house somewhere." Piped up Tonks.

"Ah Tonks, glad to have you here as well. Where in the house is Kingsley?"

"I'm right here Albus." The Auror said, stepping into the room and reclosing the door.

"Now we can begin."

xXxXxXxXx

"What's he saying?"

"Shhh!"

One of the twins shushed the small group that hovered over his shoulders. "I can't hear anything with you lot talking." Fred said frowning. "So pipe down will you?" George whispered, finishing his twin's sentence. Adjusting the extendable ears to get them closer to the door, they began to hear bits and pieces of the grown ups' conversation.

"…certain mythology…"

"…Merlin.."

".. the boy would never.."

"…impossible for…"

"…Shhhh…"

The small group heard footsteps walking towards the door and the twins scrambled to pull the extendable ears from its position before they got caught. "If we get caught" Fred said, sprinting past the group. "Little Ronnikins will take the blame!" George shouted, pushing past the group after his brother.

The rest of the teenagers scrambled from their position and ran back to their own rooms, slamming the door shut. "Kids! If I find out that you're eavesdropping, you better run for it!" The teens heard Mrs. Weasley shout out from the first floor before a slamming of the door followed.

Waiting for a good five minutes, the teens converged at point F and G's room and softly closed the door behind them. The twins spelled the room in a silent and privacy bubble before they started talking. "What are they talking about?" Ginny asked, confused at the choice of words they caught from the conversation.

"Some cultural mythology, I believe. I bet it involves Harry as well. Who else would they call 'the boy'?" Hermione said, pondering on that specific topic. Ron snorted, and all pairs of eyes turned to him.

"Well, if you've got something to say, let's hear it then." Ginny said, sneering at her old brother's action.

"It's obvious they're talking about some sort of mythology 'Mione. We all heard that. What is it about mythology that is so important that the Order would bring up in a meeting and not want us to hear about? Plus, it's always Harry. Each year he's bound to be caught up in something different." he grumbled.

"Wow." George said, in awe of Ron's response. "Little Ronnikins' got a brain." Fred said, grinning a Cheshire Cat's grin.

Scowling at his older twin brothers, Ron sat down on a chair at their desk. "I could do some research on this." Hermione stated. Now all the attention was on her. "Myths, culture, anything of the sorts. I'll do the research and let you guys know." She said, nodding her head in affirmation of the plan before excusing herself to the room to hole up in.

"Well, that settles that." Ginny said, leaving the room after the brunette. Ron followed suit leaving the twins to their own thinking.

"Something important.."

"..that involves Harry…"

"and some mythology.."

The twins hummed in thought for awhile before they grew bored of the topic and continued their inventions. After all, the pranks weren't going to make themselves were they?

xXxXxXxXxXx

Marge, Vernon's sister, had come to visit the Dursley family. Before being shut up elsewhere within the small house, Harry was forced to clean the house until it sparkled. After he cleaned, he was ordered to make dinner, something that would fit their tastes. And so, with that in mind, he rummaged through their refrigerator, pulling out several pounds of steak, a couple of vegetables and began preparing.

He stayed in the hot kitchen, with the window open half way to allow the steam to vent out into the yard. As he waited for the steak to cook, precisely until it was medium rare, he quickly fixed up several bowls of salad, quickly washing the little specks of dirt off the lettuce before cutting it up, and tossing them in a large salad bowl.

Just as he had put a bottle of wine into an ice filled bucket, the door bell had rung, alerting the family that Marge Dursley had arrived at the foot of their doorstep. Exclamations and loud voices rang out from the entrance as Harry placed the finished bowl of salad onto the counter – moving onto the next course.

"Bring us some wine boy!"

Harry silently removed the bottle of wine before placing it onto a food tray, washed several wine glasses and moved on into the living room where the noise had migrated to. Pouring the wine into the glass cups quietly, he handed each adult one before he moved back into the kitchen to finish the meal. Not even ten minutes had passed before he was called to again by Vernon.

"Clean that stain off the carpet boy! This instant!"

Harry Potter, the boy who lived, now stuck in a home, with a family that could care less about him. A family that didn't love him, didn't care about him, but cared enough for him so they wouldn't stand at the firing end of his wand. Gritting his teeth in anger, he willed himself to calm down before answering, "Yes Uncle Vernon."

Getting down on his knees in front of the three pairs of eyes that were watching him, he ignored their verbal jabs at his person. As long as they keep it to just me, everything will be fine. He thought to himself as he furiously scrubbed and dabbed at the stain, annoyed that he still had to live in this so-called 'home' that Dumbledore deemed 'safe' from Voldemort.

If anything, he thought, I'm safer with him than this lot.

When the stain refused to disappear, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, grabbing the cleaning spray from the kitchen counter. Returning to the living room, Vernon Dursley hissed at him, face practically glowing red with anger.

"Who said you were to use our store bought cleaning supplies?" "The stain wouldn't come off." "Well, why don't you use some of that freak talent you've got? Oh right, you can't. You're not allowed." He sneered at Harry, eyes squinting. Harry chose to ignore him and sprayed some of the cleaning supply onto the stain. Vernon grew purple with rage and slapped the bottle from Harry's hand.

Forcing Harry's head down next to the carpet, he rubbed his face onto it, leaving Harry with carpet burn on his left cheek. "Lick it." He sneered. Harry tried to throw the man off of him, but between the two body weight, Vernon was clearly heavier than he was. "I told you to lick the stain clean." "Never." Harry shouted from beneath his hand.

Grabbing a fist full of Harry's hair, the elder Dursley tugged him up to eye level before bringing his other hand around to backslap Harry full onto his right cheek. Now both his cheeks were injured – one was flaming red from the carpet burn and the other quickly turning black and blue. "Get out of this room." He barked, throwing Harry from his grasp. Stumbling up the stairs, Harry grimaced in pain. Heading to his 'room', he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him.

He could hear his uncle – scratch that. He could hear Dursley shouting at the top of his lungs that he would have no dinner tonight, his sister laughing in approval at his punishment. Harry scoffed, like not receiving dinner would be such a bad idea. He could easily call Dobby, the ex-house elf that he had befriended during his second year of Hogwarts, to bring him a meal and to clear the smell within his room.

If only I was already seventeen. Harry thought angrily. I need to get out of here and soon.

Hey guys! So, this is my second story! I know I haven't finished my first one. It's called Tsunayoshi's Plans, if anyone is interested in reading it! I have begun to have a writer's block for that story, seeing as how I don't know how to pave the way for the ending. So, I started on a new one! Hopefully this one is more interesting than the first, if not better.

Grrrr! Thinking about a title for this story took me HOURS! HOURS I TELL YOU! I can't even begin to explain how long and aggravating it took for me to finally pick a title! THIS IS ONE OF THE REASONS WHY I WILL NEVER BE AN AUTHOR! D:

I strive to write better stories, not only because it helps with my grammar, but it also helps me focus – because I tend to procrastinate a lot on things that do not interest me at all. So, I hope you guys like the first chapter, and I'll try to write the next chapter when I have time. Review and comment please. Even private messages are welcome! See you guys!