Harry Potter and the Three Fates.
Chapter 1
Sirius awoke with a start, quickly taking in his surroundings... He was in some sort of dimly lit bedroom, or was it a cave? Sirius couldn't tell. His head was ringing and his vision was beginning to go blur and go grey. Suddenly he bent forward in agony, flashes of green and red light firing at him. Harry was screaming, "NO, NOT SIRIUS!" There was a flash of Remus grabbing Harry and pulling him away. He remembered falling backwards laughing.
Shaking his head he came back to the present. Again looking around, only then did he realize that he was tied up and naked.
This wasn't the first time Sirius Orion Black found himself tied up and naked, in a strange bed and not knowing how he got there. He thought back to his youth and remembered this was practically a monthly occurrence. He often had to send a patronus to fetch James to come and bail him out. As he was reminiscing he noticed three beautiful women glide in. There was something he couldn't figure out or place about their appearance, they all seemed to be ghosts, but as he had grown up and been around ghosts all his life he knew this wasn't the case. These three seemed to slide in and out of existence, almost like liquid smoke but with much more density. Sirius was in awe of as he watched the three float into the room and stop right in front of the bed he was tied to.
"Sirius Black we have chosen to spare your life." Said one of the women.
"wh... who... What are you?" Sirius stammered.
"Who and what we are is of no consequence." Spoke the women on the right.
"We have determined that you are not to die at this time." Said the one on the left.
"We have decided that you now have a new purpose." chanted the one in the centre.
Sirius was having a difficult time following who was talking. The three women seemed to flow in and out of one another as they spoke, never waiting for the previous one to finish before they finished speaking.
"You now have a new purpose."
"You said that already" Sirius Interrupted.
"Don't interrupt" snapped the one in the middle.
"Your new purpose is protect Harry Potter."
"That was always my purp..." Sirius began,
"I said no interrupting." Sirius felt the bonds tighten around his wrists and decided to let this play out before he opened his mouth again.
"To protect Harry Potter," the middle women continued "and to convince Albus Percival Wolfric Brian Dumbledore that his plan for the greater good is flawed."
Sirius waited to see if any of the other women would say anything. When none of them did he said "But Dumbledore is the smartest and most powerful wizard I know, how is his plan flawed? What plan? For what greater good?" Sirius was starting to raise his voice "Where's Harry? And where the bloody fuck am I?!" And finally "Who are you?!"
"SILENCE" the three women bellowed.
This time Sirius felt something tighten around his member, only then remembering he was naked.
"Albus Percival Brian Wolfric Dumbledore is no fool, about that you are correct" the women said in unison "However his views on love and friendship are highly skewed." (still speaking together).
"Hey just because he likes to sing with Dorothy doesn't make his views on love skewed." Sirius said, putting a mocking tone on his last words. He wasn't about to let someone bash a person for their sexual preferences. He grew up in a house of intolerance, and hated with a vengeance anyone who discriminated. Pressure on his dick be dammed.
"We don't care about that." said the women on the left "We care that he has paired to wrong people together."
"We care that he has manipulated a boy from the time he was a small child to love the wrong women."
"We care that he was placed restrictions on the child's' magic so he will not be as strong as himself." The three women said in quick succession, Sirius having an even harder time following who was saying what.
"What? Who did what to who?" Harry is supposed to love….Hermione" Sirius finished without even realizing that he had known this all along.
"See, he gets it!" said the women, more to each other than to Sirius.
"But how do you know this? And where the hell am I?"
The three ladies looked at each other for what seemed to be a very long time. It appeared that they were having a conversation telepathically. After several moments the three looked at Sirius and said:
"We are the Fates."
"The Fates?" Questioned Sirius.
"We are the fates of life: the Parcae, the Fata, the Moirai, the Moirae. We are the deciders of peoples lives."
"From how they come into being" said the women on the left (who was also the shortest).
"To how long one is supposed to live" Said the one in the middle.
"To how one meets their end" Said the one on the right.
"We are the fates" again, in unison.
"Bullshit" uttered Sirius. "Remus..James you assholes you can come out now... good one... you had me for a minute."
"This is no prank" The shorty said softly.
"Your life string was not meant to be cut" growled the one the middle, glaring at the one on the right.
"I got caught up in the moment of the fight and…" She trailed off with her eyes down cast.
"Anyway." continued the one in the middle, "Us being the fates and all, we are able to bring you back. You will neither be alive, nor dead.
But assuming you are successful in joining the fates of Harry James Potter and Hermione Jean Granger then your life will fully be restored."
"Don't forget about Albus Brian Percival Wolfric…"
"Ladies!" Sirius barked, "What's going on with the full name nonsense?" I know these people, first or last names please... You're giving me a headache."
"There are rules you must abide by, Sirius Orion Black." Said the short one, winking at him as she used his full name.
"Assuming I believe a word your saying, which I fucking don't."
The fates looked at each other and before Sirius could get his occlumency shields up (not that it would have mattered - the fates had long ago lost the need to use legilimins). They were all three in his head, looking at his memories. Suddenly everything went black. Sirius only had a moment before images started blazing through his head: He saw Harry as a baby being left alone for hours while he cried. Flashes of Dumbledore knowing this and doing nothing, Flashes of Harry being beaten by the Dursleys and again Dumbledore knowing and sitting idly by. He then saw several points in Dumbledores' life manipulating people like chess pieces. He saw Dumbledore travel to Little Whinging when Harry was still a baby and place blocks over Harry's' magical core. He saw his travel to the burrow to tell Molly how he knew Harry and Ginny were 'fated' to be together. He saw Harry longing to tell Hermione how he really felt. He saw Harry's true feelings about Ron. He saw Dumbledore place the prophecy into the chamber of mysteries. When he saw Dumbledore move the Veil he screamed and pulled against his bonds.
"OK! I believe you! What do you need me to do?"
He was sweating profusely... "Tell me your names." he almost pleaded,
"I am Clotho." Said the short on to his left "I am the spinner of the thread of life."
"You're a spinner!" Sirius barked in laughter ,
"I'm a wha... I don't understand." Questioned Clotho.
"He's making a joke about your height and he could spin you around while he's fucking you." Said the one in the middle, "My name is Lachesis, It is my duty to determine how long ones thread is, how long they are meant to live."
"You can spin me later." Clotho winked,
"And I am Atropos," spoke the one on the right, "I get the privilege to decide how one dies."
"So it was you who killed me." Sirius growled as he pulled forward .
"And we're here to fix that." Said Lachesis in a calm, steady voice.
"What are these rules I must abide by?" Sirius asked as he leaned back.
"First you must prove yourself by satisfying all of us." the fates said in unison.
"All of you? At the same time?" Sirius said as he felt himself getting excited at the thought of what was to come.
Albus Dumbledore sat bent over his desk, a myriad of magical instruments in front of him. All of them whizzing, spinning of puffing some sort of smoke. Dumbledore inhaled deeply on his pipe, a vice he hadn't succumbed to in many, many years. His plan at the department of mysteries hadn't gone well. Not well at all. Sirius was never meant to die, while Dumbledore wanted Harry to suffer in order to be a willing sacrifice he did not want to take everything from the boy. He had meant for Neville to push Bellatrix through the veil and empower the young lad with the confidence he needed to help Harry through the hardest phase of his life. But perhaps, according to the smallest object directly in front of him (one of his more brilliant inventions), this new course of events would play out to his benefit and work out for the greater good. This particular object was able to fairly accurately predict the future. Dumbledore had to use a complicated and very powerful set of runes he'd obtained in a less than ethical way from some goblins during his travels to the Americas. These runes, when mixed with blood and memories of the operator, would project a series of possible events that could transpire. The projection was extremely difficult to read and disastrous if interpreted wrong. This is what Dumbledore believed to have led to Sirius' death.
A loud tearing noise roused Dumbledore's attention, many things in the headmaster's office made noise but he had never heard this one. It sounded as if a favourite set of robes was being torn and filled him with same anguish as if it was actually happening. It sounded like space itself was screaming and screeching at the seams. Dumbledore looked around his office and noticed a small light directly in front of his desk. As he stared the light seemed to elongate and spin on one axis, curious, he stood to get a closer look. At the same moment time stopped. The large clock on the wall ceased its never-ending swinging and ticking. The objects on Dumbledore's' desk held fast, wisps of smoke froze in mid-air. Then, as if time sped up and accelerate, Sirius Black appeared out of nowhere, as if he'd crawled through space and time itself. He plopped out of the tear in the universe and was followed by three women.
"Albus, we need to have a wee chat" Sirius growled.
-Chapter end-