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Authors Note: Well! Here it is! Fighting the Fates (Drum roll please!) Heh, anyway!

Fighting the Fates is the sequel to The Vicis Clock, so I would recommend that you read that first before this one. Why? Well, I don't think you'd understand what I'm taking about if you did…but if you wish to skip The Vicis Clock then put in mind that I have warned you!

I'm happy to say that the chapters in F.F are much longer than T.V.C, and I intend to keep them that way…well, because I kind of get frustrated with myself if I leave them short.

I am like every author, which means that I starve for reviews! Ahem, so please, it would be very much appreciated if you do. Flames, of-course, are always welcome! Oh, and I apologize for grammar and spelling mistakes, I do try very hard to avoid them…I mean, I spend more time on my fics than my homework!

Ah, enough of my gibbering, but one last thing: updates won't be as fast as in T.V.C, well, because I'm working on two fics now.

Oh, I lied, I've got another last thing to say, heh! Responses, and answers to questions, will be on my bio page...it seems like a more well-organized way to do it. I want as less authors notes on here as possible…

On with the story!

Enjoy!

Fighting the Fates

By Abay

-Chapter-One-

Of Meetings and Decisions

Harry Potter sat in his room, looking at the ceiling glumly. It had been very boring and very uneventful at Privet Drive, and as usual no one in the household had even wished Harry a happy birthday when he turned fifteen; again.

Yes, Harry Potter had turned fifteen for the second time in his life.

Unfeasible, you say? Impossible? Well, it was not for this young wizard. He had went to the Ministry of Magic when it had all been to much, every feeling weld and bottled up inside him until it finally erupted, causing him to recklessly, barge into the Department of Mysteries, seeking the veil, trying to pull out his godfather from behind it, the only parent figure that he had left…and lost.

But when Harry pulled back a certain clock, the Vicis clock- which meant to reverse or go back in Latin, he had found himself once again in the grave yard, fighting Voldemort, an evil wizard who wished him dead, who wished him to be dust beneath his feet.

Harry had done everything in his hands to save the lives that were lost…but he had failed in saving Cedrics'…a victim of a battle that was between him and Voldemort alone.

But Harry had made an oath to himself that he would save as much lives as he could…he did not care if fate was there to hinder what he wanted to achieve…he did not care if many said that fate was not to be medaled with. It was said that fate should be accepted…that one should go along with fate…but Harry would swim against the tide…It was his job to fight, to keep the people together, and that was exactly what Harry was going to do.

He was going to be their beacon of light.

But there was only one problem…Harry did not remember when each event took place…he did not recall at what dates they happened, and timing was an essential part of his plan…yet it was what he lacked in the plan he had deciphered in his head, each and every night, when he was reminded, in his nightmares, of the lives he lost.

"Come down here boy!" he heard his aunt holler, tapping the door of his room annoyingly. "You've been lazing around in that wretched room all day, get out and get some work done!"

"Yes Aunt Petunia," said Harry, sighing heavily as he got off of the bed, ready to finish his never ending list of chores.

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Ministry of Magic, Wizengamot Court, a few weeks later

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On the long rectangular table, in a dimly lit room, were members of the Wizengamot, seated on each side of the table, and at the head, sat Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. Every member of the Wizengamot was called upon tonight, for this meeting was one of great importance, well…all of them save for Albus Dumbledore who had been stripped down from that title.

It was common knowledge that Albus Dumbledore was one of the greatest minds from the world of magic; he was a person who seeked the good in people where one would never imagine to find in some…Several of the darkest, most manipulating minds had turned their course by the mere words of Albus Dumbledore…and yet people have the audacity to claim that he had turned against them…that he had allied evil, put his hand in its hand…

Yes, that was the reason in which had stripped his title away; he had been accused of conspiracy, treason and treachery towards the Ministry and the Wizengamot itself… and that, that was a great sin indeed. But that was simply an indictment, it was not even close to a fact nor was it a true statement... for Albus Dumbledore never sot immorality…he never gave it an opportunity, neither did he ever step aside and watch darkness over-come us cross armed… for it was those people whom one should fear, the people who watched and stepped aside letting evil take its destructive course.

Albus never was -with no doubt in mind- one of those people , however the Wizengamot had deemed him and reached its verdict…Some had said that Dumbledore lost his mind…some came to the conclusion that he grew far too old and his mind was loosing its sanity as old men do...'it was a process of life,' they had said…Various people had also alleged that it was his thirst for power…a need to over through Fudge, start a revolution, and crown himself Minister…Conversely, some said that he was, as he always was…an open minded, fair man, with a vast mind that over flowed with integrity… On the other hand, they had claimed that they did not fathom how his mind worked…for it was far too…too deep…too complex for one to comprehend.

And today, a hushed meeting was held; not even the scribes were asked to attend it for they feared that the documents would go astray or land in the hands of the unwanted. It had taken place in order to silence Dumbledore and Harry Potter and others who backed them up. The reason the Wizengamot had stepped up and took action was because that Harry Potter, Dumbledore and their supporters were spreading the word-the lie- that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had returned with power, and was greater and more terrible than ever before.

But Fudge would not have that, no, he right out refused to believe that.

"I say we throw the both of them in Azkaban! Chuck them there and let them rot!"

"Now, now, calm yourself Edgar," Amelia Bones said evenly. "It perfectly states in the Wizengamot Charter of Rights that one could not simply be chucked into Azkaban without a reason, it's written there, right under clause five the decree for Isolation with Reasonable Allegation."

"And who says we don't have a reason?" cried a bold wizard.

"Indeed?" asked another. "And what, may I ask, is that?"

"He's been spreading his cock and bull for gods' sake!"

"True! Quite true!" piped a stout, white haired wizard. "Do you think we would drink up his lies? Just because it's Dumbledore and the boy-who-lived doesn't mean that-"

"Think with a level head Albert! He's just a boy!" reasoned a good natured looking wizard crossly.

"Just a boy my arse-"

"Now there's no need to take that kind of language with me!"

"Be reasonable! Why would he make lies?" Amelia said trying to knock some sense into them.

"To get my job that's why!" Fudge yelled.

"Right you are Minister!"

"We can't have that!"

"But Dumbledore never wanted that job!" said the good natured wizard. "He was always content with being Headmaster of Hogwarts. Now have any of you heard him even thinking of taking the offer of being Minister when he had the chance?"

"Now that doesn't mean anything!"

"You have no proof!" yelled a witch slamming her fist on the table. "Now stop this nonsense about Potter and Dumbledore!"

"Nonsense? My fair lady we speak nothing but sense! This is what the Wizengamot is for!"

"You wouldn't see sense if it smacked you right in the face!" she sneered angrily.

"Why you-"

"SILENCE!" roared Fudge banging the mallet on the table. "I want order in the court!"

Fudge breathed heavily, his nostrils flaring with anger as the Wizengamot fell to a heavy silence.

"Now," breathed Fudge angrily, looking between the fuming witch, who had slowly, sank back in her seat, and the ticked off wizard. "If you cannot contain yourselves then you will be asked to leave the court. Is that understood? None of you may speak unless I call upon you," and after a moment of heavy breathing, Fudge called "Dolores? Have you nothing to say?"

"Ah-Ahem," Dolores coughed faintly, leaning forward so that she moved away from the darkness, then spoke with her high pitched, sickening, girlish voice. "All I have to say Minister is that they should be silenced as soon as possible, in any way possible, they are jeopardizing the peace within the magical community. Ahem. That is all I have to add."

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"You are absolutely right Dolores," said Fudge, then he mumbled quietly to himself though Dolores was the only one who heard him. "But what to accuse him of? He's liked too much among the people…

Very well! Meeting postponed until next time."

The scraping of the chairs filled the room, as each member of the Wizengamot got up stacking their papers into their briefcases with a swish of their wands, but Dolores Umbridge however, remained seated.

"May I have a private word with you Minister?" she called, then brandished her toad like smile at Fudge as he sat next to her, but she only spoke when all the members had moved out of the court room.

"I, ah, happened to hear you musing over there Cornelius…and I couldn't help but tell you that if there's no way to keep Potter quiet, then let the people know of his lies and schemes…'' she said hinting to him an idea.

Fudge leaned over closer towards Dolores, and said quietly, "What are you inquiring me to do Dolores?"

"All I'm telling you," She continued in her girlish voice, "Is to let the people, ah, get a glimpse of the, ahem, real Harry Potter."

Fudge stared at her for a moment or two, narrowed his eyes, then criedwith glee,"An excellent idea Dolores!"He seemed to grasp her hint. "Bring down his reputation, the press; it's just the way to do it! Absolutely brilliant, I'll see that it takes place right away. Good thinking Dolores," he said just before he left, practically bouncing with mirth, and she once again gave him another toad-like smile, but as soon as Fudges' eyes left her sight her smile flattered into an ugly frown.

She would have to take matters into her own hands…

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Fortress of Azkaban

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" Y've go' ter sign m' lady, before ya enter," drawled the guard of Azkaban who smelled like a bag of rotten eggs.

Dolores scrunched up her nose in disgust, at the man standing in front of her. His hair was black and greasy, sticking right onto his face, and his clothes were ragged, torn, and tattered. His eyes were the dullest she had ever seen…maybe it was the affect of staying near dementors, but the very site of him sickened her.

"Here," she said gruffly, thrusting a bag of gold in his hands. "I don't want anyone to know about this, not even the Minister of Magic."

The man looked at the bag of gold, open-mouthed. Slowly, he opened it with his filthy hands, and grabbed a golden coin, bringing it right up to his eyes and squinting at it.

"For me, m' lady?" he asked with awe, as though he had never seen gold in his whole life.

"Yes," she replied with irritation.

The more time she spent here, the greater risk she had of getting caught. She had to finish her business quickly, and leave Azkaban at once.

"Fetch me two dementors," and when the guard continued to gaze intently at the gold coin, she snapped. "Now!"

"Right, right, I'll fetch 'em at once!" he said, scurrying away into the dark hallways of Azkaban. All she could see was his tattered cloak billowing after him…then the darkness of Azkaban enveloped him within its folds, until she could only hear his soft footsteps echoing back to her…

…then nothing could be heard…it was silence…stillness that sent the chills creeping up her spine…and every once in a while…she would hear a scream of a prisoner…a desperate howl to make the haunting nightmares fade away…yet Dolores did not shudder at their cries of pain. She did not pity them in the slightest bit. This was what a criminal disserved for their imprudent actions.

Dolores tapped her feet impatiently on the ground, and wrapped her pink coat, made up of fluffy, pink, fur, around her. It was getting cold…and colder…

The dementors were coming…

She draped the coat tighter around her, as she saw the guard emerge from within the darkness, sprinting towards her, shaking like a leaf.

"Well?" she inquired impatiently. "Where are they?"

"T-T-They're c-c-comin' b-b-behind m-m' lady," sutured the guard leaning heavily on a smutty desk, then he moved behind it and threw himself on the like-wise filthy chair. With shivering hands, he pulled open a drawer, and took out two chocolate frogs. "W-want o-one m' lady?" he asked stretching out an arm, offering her a chocolate frog.

"No," she snapped bitterly, eyeing the shriveled wrappings of the chocolate frog, which was probably out of date.

The guard shrugged, then suddenly, gasped and started shuddering. "T-T-They're c-c-com-m-in'!" he whispered, unwrapping both chocolate frog's and stuffing them both in his mouth.

Dolores could feel their presence too, and as she turned her eyes once again to the dark hallway beyond, she could hear the rattling breath of the dementors, sucking little hope of life that was left in Azkaban. If there was even hope left in this doomed place of fear.

And then she saw them …two gliding figures…and immediately, she felt her heart drain from all ecstasy…and she heard faint screams behind her ears….shrieking…her own shrieks…

"Noooooooooo! Noooooooo!"

All around her, werewolves were snapping there teeth at her, waiting for a bite of her flesh.

Vampires were breathing over her neck, licking their lips…waiting with thirst, for a taste of her blood.

"Get away from me! Get away!"

Green eyes followed her every move…mermen…

Giants were making her way towards her…

"No! Please no!"

She could now hear trampling…the centaurs were coming too…they were going to kill her.

"Nooooooooooooo!"

They all surrounded her, making the prospect of an escape utterly impossible…and they all set their eyes hungrily at her.

Fierce howls of werewolves!

Vampires hissed, bore down upon her, their fangs ready to penetrate her bloodstream!

Giants swung back their clubs!

The centaurs raised their bows!

And they all lunged at her at once

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Feverishly, Dolores shook her toad-like head. She had no time to dwell on her own horrors.

The dementors now stood in front of her… their hoods masking their faces… if they even had one…and she could feel her-self shiver at their allure…

"Y-You a-are assigned t-to c-captur-re Har-ry P-Potter," she started, trying to keep her strong authority composure together. "A-and you will k-kiss him,'t-till no sole is l-left inside o-of him, but you a-are not t-to go at b-b-road d-daylight. I-I want n-no one t-to s-see you."

Dolores took a step back, wanting to put some distance between herself and the dementors.

"I-I don't want t-this to get o-out," were the last high-pitched words that left her mouth, before throwing another bag of gold at the whizzing guard. And without another last glance behind her, Dolores walked as briskly as her heals would make her walk.

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