HARRY POTTER AND THE POWER OF FATE
Hi this is a story that we as two friends, sisters and authors have been working on for quite some time and after some deliberation have finally decided that it is partially ready for some uploading.
We usually go under the names of funky seaweed, the persons who's account this isn't, also known as the pretty, intelligent one.!
The other author, goes by the name of thenextmrsblack, and this is actually her virgin story, so even though it is only officially under the name of thenextmrsblack, we both wrote it!
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Chapter 1
He sat their, a mess. His unruly hair stained by his own blood, a broken shell of what he once was. Bitterly he thought to himself how ironic it was that the saviour of light, the-boy-who-just-won't-die could not defend himself from his muggle uncle. Not that he wanted to, Harry Potter was an emotional wreak. Voldemort was back and Harry knew that his life would certainly not get any easier, but now, just two days after the start of the holidays Harry Potter was wishing he could just turn up and die.
It was his fault that Cedric was dead, and Voldemort was back. It was his fault that his uncle beat him, he deserved it, so he did not defend himself. Harry thought of his parents, they would be alive if it wasn't for him, not to mention Sirius. Tears came to Harry's eyes. He had lost the most important people to him, and all because he was weak enough to be fooled by Voldemort.
"Why" he sobbed, the closest he had to a parent and now he was dead to.
"I'm just not safe enough to be around," and in this moment of desperation, Vernon Dursley walked through the door.
"How are you feeling my boy," he teased mocking his downtrodden nephew, the black sheep of the family, Harry Potter looked up, his eyes brimming with unfallen tears of guilt which his uncle mistook for anger.
"Don't you look at me like that boy," he yelled smacking Harry around the head, "we need to teach you some manners, no wonder your godfather is dead, he probably died of shame, shame at having to have such a pitiful little boy as you. I would probably die too."
With that Vernon grabbed Harry's hair and slammed him across the room, the handle of the door slamming into his back while Venon constantly punched him in the stomach and groin, using him as a human punching bag. The beating ceased momentarily, long enough to give Harry some hope that they were finally finished for the night, but he knew not to hope, he knew that each one always got longer, and tonight could not be any exception. Suddenly Harry was flipped onto his back and whipped with his 'uncles' belt. Harry then was then flipped into his front where his favourite relative proceeded to carve 'freak' across Harry's chest, and again his own name across his hip bone.
"see boy, you'll never be free of me now" he sneered.
Harry screamed in pain as the tore though his skin, he was beginning to feel faint through the loss of blood, Vernon seeing this decided to increase the pain factor. He pulled out the lighter he had found in Dudley's room, the real reason for his anger and put it on Harry's skin, the smell of burnt skin drifted through the house which was eerily silent except from the scream of the fifteen year old boy. No-one could hear a scream in this desolate place apart from a lone figure standing outside.
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Awakening from what seemed to be nothing more than a deep sleep, a matted hair boy sat up to survey his unfamiliar surroundings. He soon realised that he was definitely in a different place to the Ministry Of Magic where he last was,
"Damn that Lestrange" muttered Sirius while holding his throbbing head.
Sirius stood up to closely inspect his surroundings, he was in a large chamber that greatly resembled the Gryfindor Common room , a large fireplace stood majestically in the corner surrounded by leather chairs. Two of the chairs were occupied and for the first tie Sirius realised that he wasn't alone in the chamber, however, the to figures had not noticed his arrival as they were engrossed in a conversation. Sirius moved closer to the two in hopes of hearing what was been said…
"I wish I could see him" one said
"I know." came the reply,
"I just wanted him to grow up with us James, as a family, with siblings and nothing to worry about apart from the latest crush."
"I know Lilyflower, but Sirius will have looked after him and he wouldn't have let any harm come to Harry." James stated.
Sirius gasped at hearing his two long dead friends talking, they turned around, colour draining from there faces as they saw him standing there,
"S..S..Sir..Siri..Sirius, oh Fuck," James stated upon seeing his sons godfather standing in front of him.
"J..J..James, Li..Li.Li..Lily," Sirius stuttered " I am so sorry I failed you," he continued breaking down into gasping sobs. Coming out of her initial state of shock Lily rushed over to embrace Sirius in a maternal hug that she had never been able to endorse upon her son.
"What happened?" she inquired…