Harbingers of Fate
Summary:
Kyra Sanders and Kitiara Lior are two very normal girls, much like you and I. They both have their likes, their dislikes, and despite being the best of friends, they are polar opposites of each other. They were normal.
At least, that's what they believed.
After the girls find a strange object, which turns out to be a portkey, they find themselves transported into the magical world of Harry Potter- in the year 1973, and find themselves regressed to the age of eleven. With their knowledge of what is to come, can the girls embrace their power over fate, or are the lives of those surrounding them pre-destined to walk their assigned fates.
Disclaimer:
If you believe for a moment that I own Harry Potter, or any characters mentioned in this story, I suggest you seeking psychological help.
Story Rating: This story is Rated M for future cases, but they chapter ratings will vary, so I will give each chapter a warning for you readers.
Pairings: Sirius/Kyra, Remus/Kitiara, James/Lily
Author's Note:
I had originally planned for the girls to show up in the middle of the Marauders' Sixth Year, but found it to be too cliche. This story is going to be split up in Story Arcs (or Parts), each Arc taking place during a different year (i.e. First arc is First Year, Second Arc is Second Year...etc). Within each Arc, the chapters will be split up with each month (except for Summer- which will act as an interlude between each story Arc). This is going to be a long story, hopefully with reviews from the readers, I will continue to be inspired.
Another thing to mention, neither of my OC's are Mary-Sue's, if you will, they will have their faults (Kyra's unbridled anger and her lack of understanding toward emotions, and Kitiara's lack of confidence and her rather ditzy behavior), so I apologize if they come off as Mary-Sue's, but I assure you, they aren't.
Please leave a comment, review and alert, and don't be afraid to let me know what you may or may not like about this story.
Prologue
Instruments of Fate
Rated T for coarse language, mild violence and crude humor
Summer was a time of vacation. A moment of reprieve for teens from having to deal with their studies, young adults returning home from college. Everyone adored summer vacation, two and a half months of freedom, insanity and reckless abandon. Families travel afar to have 'family time', even though they would normally be at each others throat. College Freshmen party as if they were legally of age to do so. Everything about summer vacation screamed out freedom.
Unless you lived in an area known for its sunny beaches, warm waters and lively boardwalks, much like the relatively small town along the coastal line, like South Beach.
Kyra Sanders on the other hand absolutely hated summer vacation. Hoity-toity parents and their snot-nosed brats crowding the beaches (not that she ever went to the beach during the day). Kids highly intoxicated and under the influence of 'party favors' disrupting the peace along the small town. She hated the smell of food vendors and utter pollution that surrounded the boardwalk. There was nothing peaceful and elegant about watching a bunch of jock-strapping males fist-pumping their way along the boardwalk, girls giggling and completely oblivious to the man factor of them being completely moronic.
Unlike the skimpy-dressed girls, Kyra made her way down the boardwalk, her heavy combat boots clomping with each step along the wooden planks. Her rich black hair falls around her ivory face, bystanders taking note of the single silver streak that appears on either side of her head, from behind her ears. Rich grey eyes, usually intelligent and calculating were hardened into solidified mercury orbs staring out at anyone that dares to judge her. The black vintage Ramones t-shirt hugs her chest, stopping an inch above her belly button (revealing her to be fit and not entirely flat in the stomach area). The baggy black crago shorts hang loose on her rounded hips, silver chains hanging from the white leather belt slipped through the belt loops, the bottom of her pant legs stopping just below her knee caps.
Finding her favorite Chinese-Japanese-Thai restaurant, Kyra immediately enters the shop, glad to be out of the sunlight, "Kyra Sanders, so good to see you again. Your usual, I take it?"
Kyra nods curtly to the waitress, her English broken and unrefined, but watches as the older Asian woman immediately takes her usual order to the back. It isn't long before Kyra catches sight of a walking blonde bombshell stepping into the restaurant, her hazel-gold eyes traveling over the customers before catching sight of the dark-haired girl sitting alone. The blonde was dressed in a simple flimsy blue skirt that shows off her long, endless legs, and white flip-flops. The white halter top shows her lean figure (her body being the dream of every fashion model) is less curvaceous than Kyra's, but often caught more attention. Kitiara Lior was as beautiful as they come, but she lacked the self-esteem to use her looks to her advantage.
"Kaos," Kitiara greets with a grin, taking the empty seat across from her just as two plates of Thai noodles were placed on the table, "You know me too well."
"Of course I do, Kitten. A blind man could tell them your order," Kyra retorts, flashing golden-skinned beauty a soft smile.
Kyra and Kitiara was probably the strangest sight people will come across when passing through the town of South Beach. Kitiara- the embodiment of sunshine, laughter and happiness, was in fact the best friend of Kyra- the darker girl personifying night, cold, dark and frightening. A Goddess befriending a Warrior.
"Hey, I wanted to check out that new band over at South Ridge. You think your mom will let you out past curfew?" Kyra asks after swallowing her noodles.
Kitiara nods with a soft smile, "Yeah, I'll be able to go. So, you were right about the seventh book, well put together."
Kyra points at her friend with empty chopsticks, "Now, now, when will you learn that I'm always right."
"Has anyone told you, you are beyond arrogant?" the blonde retorts playfully.
Kyra snorts gracefully, "I'm not arrogant," Kitiara quirks an eyebrow at the ebony-haired punk, "I happen to have an extensive amount of self-esteem."
The blonde across from her giggles into her drink, "You are awful!"
"Yet, you love me!"
Their friendly banter continues during their lunch, the workers smiling at the pair of girls. As the girls leave the restaurant, they immediately head over to the Sander Manor. The large, two story mansion resided on the outskirts of town, giving the girls peace and quiet away from the tourist trap. It isn't known by anyone other than Kitiara that Kyra came from a wealthy family, but Kyra had stated on more than one occasion she would trade it for a moment to live with parents like Kitiara. Her parents barely acknowledge her existence. Hell, the help around the house knew more about Kyra than her parents do, but they were no suitable substitute.
Six hours later, the two girls exit the dance club, Kitiara laughing as Kyra kept yelling at the band for 'sucking hardcore dick'. Piling into Kitiara's silver Suburu, the girls started on their journey to Kyra's house. Avenged Sevenfold's Chapter Four blared from the speakers, Kyra's voice matching the lyrics word for word. While Kitiara had always leaned toward fashion design, Kyra had always been musically inclined and her voice resonated in the car, mixing with the melodies.
What followed was something neither were expecting. Screeching tires and the smell of burnt rubber filled the air as another car aimed to run through the adjacent red light. Kitiara let out a scream as she looks over at Kyra, the headlights behind Kyra approaching faster than they could act. A cold hand grips the blondes hand as both girls close their eyes as the other vehicle slams into their car. The chaotic movements prequels the darkness that envelopes both girls.
It was bright. A never-ending expanse of white and light. Nothing met their sights as they both stood, side-by-side, hands clasped firmly. As they both look over the endless white, both girls met each other's gazes, crystal clear tears rolling down Kitiara's cheeks.
"Are we dead?"
Kyra glances around once more, shrugging, "You and I both know Death seems to fear me and above everything else, I'm sure out of the two of us, I'd end up in the fiery pits of Hell."
'You are not dead. You have been chosen to take on the task of saving the future.'
Kyra snorts, "Are you kidding? Do I look like I can save anyone?"
'The world we are asking you to save is one you've read in a children's story. I believe you know of a place called Hogwarts.'
"Is this a prank?"
'No. When someone imagines characters, and it becomes embodied in the hearts and souls of other's, the characters and situations create an entirely new world for the characters to live in. You can think of it as someone's imagination coming to life.'
The two girls share a glance, before Kitiara asks one question, "Why us?"
'Have you ever noticed how different you are from those around you? Even from each other, and yet, you cannot go a day without being in the presence of the other. You each are the embodiment of the Light and Dark side of the Universe. You can change the fates of those around you.'
Kyra snorts, "I couldn't change what happened to Kyle."
'You cannot change the fates of others that may come to change your fate. If Kyle had lived, you would've never embraced the darkness you hold so close to your heart. Kitiara- the bearer of Light, Life and Love. Kyra- the bearer of Shadows, Death and Hate. Kitiara, you alone can bring light into the lives of those who seek it. You carry with you the ability to heal bodies, hearts and souls. Kyra, you alone can walk along the balance of what is right and wrong. You can see death before it happens and you can see into the darkness of someone's soul and use it to your advantage. Apart, you are strong. Together, you are unstoppable.'
"Alright, so you want us to save the lives of Harry and his friends?"
'You have read and understood everything there is about this world. Tell me, if there was one thing you could go back and change, what would it have been?'
"The Marauders," Kyra and Kitiara murmur simultaneously.
'Are you willing to do what needs to be done, in order to preserve the happiness of a brighter future?'
Both girls knew they would do so. Kyra had always been thought to be a different breed of human. Kitiara would follow her friend until the end. The moment they agreed, a bright flash blinds them, pushing them back into their unconscious states.
Two owls travel side-by-side through the dark grey clouds that covered the night sky from view. The moment the view of London came forth, the two owls split up. Each carried a letter of acceptance into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The darkest of the two owls drops the letter on the doorstep of a large Manor.
To Miss Kyra Avalon Osiris Sanders,
West Wing of the Sanders Manor,
Fourth door on the Left
The owls of lighter markings drops a letter on the doorstep of a quaint two-story house.
To Miss Kitiara Rayvn Lior,
24 Cherry Hill Lane,
Room in the Basement
The two letters marked the beginning of the changed destines for those around them.
Thank you for reading the Prologue to a very long story. Please bare in mind that I am a relatively busy person, so updates will come with time and inspiration hit. If you wish to read something in the story, or something to happen between some of the characters in the Marauders' Era, feel free to let me know and I will incorporate your ideas into the story. Prank ideas for the Marauders are always welcome. Please keep in mind, Kyra will be Sorted into Slytherin and Kitiara will be Sorted into Gryffindor, but there bond will remain. It is important toward the story that they remain friends, despite House rivalries.
Let me know what you think!