So this is my first Harry Potter multi-chapter fic.
Snape: This is neither of the two you asked to be voted on.
I didn't get any votes on either. So I went with one of the first few Plot Bunnies (little devils) of this fandom that bit me!
Ron: It's not the '90s in this plan.
Right you are Ronny! This is a canon AU set in modern times! I just tweaked things besides the plot to shake it up and you, dear readers, will get to see how as you read!
Summary: Fate discovered that her tapestries have been tampered with, and she is not happy. So she has to unravel her work and begin again sending Harry through a new life as she planned, and the discoveries are head-spinning! Trelawney's Prophecy was false, "Voldemort" was never meant to exist, mysteries come to light, and Harry Potter will show the Snake in Lion's clothing. What could it all mean for the fate of the Wizarding world if what originally happened wasn't meant to happen?
Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Severus/Sirius, Lucius/Remus, Tom R./Charlie, Fred/Angelina, Viktor/George, Marcus/Oliver, Neville/Luna, Blaise/Theo, Bill/Fleur, Fenrir/Rabastan, Rodolphus/Bellatrix, Dean/Seamus, Salazar/Godric; Past James/Lily, Lucius/Narcissa
Overall Warning: Character death, OCs, Plotting, Homo and het slash, Molly/Ginny/Dumbledore!bashing, Good!Death Eaters, Creature inheritances, Slytherin!Harry, MPreg
Draco: I'm scared to see what's going through her head this time...
Harry: I'd rather endure a Potions final...
I own nothing but the plot, and my OC Akira. Celia belongs to friend Saja. No flames please; enjoy!
[I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up to No Good]
"Avada Kadavra!"
That last thing Harry was aware of as the Curse hit him, was flying back through the air and hitting the hard ground of the Forbidden Forest then everything went black...
"Wake up kid. I don't have all day."
Harry stirred slowly as a voice he didn't recognize broke through his unconscious mind. Opening his eyes he immediately closed them tightly at the blinding white his sight was met with thinking he was dead and this was this was the afterlife.
"Get up already!"
Harry immediately jumped to his feet and looked around, "Is this King's Cross?"
"Well, a perfect replica. It's what you're comfortable with in terms of long distance travel."
The brunet turned to see a pale man with shoulder-length shocking white hair, yet he looked to be in his twenties, and eyes blacker than pure darkness. He wore a cloak like the black of night and appeared like smoke as he moved, and he carried a scythe.
"The Grim Reaper..." Harry stared in awe.
"Call me Akira." The man nodded casually.
"Strange name, if you don't mind my saying."
"It's Japanese. Now follow me. There's a lot to do and little time to work within." Akira started down the platform.
"Wait, what do you mean? What are you going to do that it must be immediate?" Harry asked following.
"My wife will explain that to you once you join her on the train."
Harry paused; the embodiment of death was married?!
"Your wife?"
Akira looked at the teen over his shoulder with a dark and insulted expression, "Yes, my wife. Just because I'm Death doesn't mean I can't love. I was human before."
Harry blushed in embarrassment, "Sorry... Um, who is your wife?"
The Reaper turned back around to hide his satisfied smirk, "Her name is Celia. You refer to her best as Fate though."
Harry grimaced, "You mean she's the one who decided to make my life what it was? The abuse and neglect, losing everyone I love, and putting my friends in danger was all her doing?"
"Hey, Fate's a bitch and Destiny's a whore. But they are one in the same and I love her more than anything in existence. You surely know what that's like right?" Eyes like a dark abyss met haunted emerald green.
Harry's mind filled with images of Draco Malfoy. The proud stance with a cold and dismissive air that hid a scared boy with more emotions than he allowed himself to show, his long time rival... Who had stolen his heart...
"I do know..."
The whistle of an approaching train drew both their attention and they saw the Hogwarts Express coming up the tracks. Akira smirked and Harry stared in awe as the train came to a halt letting out great clouds of steam that wasn't at all warm, but instead reminiscent to a cool breeze by the Black Lake. The door to the car they stood by opened and the Reaper gestured Harry to get on.
"Celia will explain everything to you along the way. Good luck Harry. And be grateful; this isn't something I allow on a regular."
"Um, yes sir. Thank you." Harry gave a slight bow and boarded the train.
The car was like a subway car with two benches on both sides under the windows and two-person seats on each side on both ends. On the bench to his left he saw a woman with long blonde hair pulled into two low pigtails; she wore a light blue knee-length Mandarin style short-sleeved dress, and a spring green shawl that looked more like a traveler's cloak. On her lap was a tapestry with threads of red, green, gold, silver, and a pale blue that reminded Harry of Draco's eyes, that seemed incomplete.
"Excuse me, are you Celia?" Harry asked going over to her.
She looked at him with the most stunning green eyes he'd ever seen, and smiled brightly, "Hello Harry. Come sit by me; I know you have questions."
"Oh, thank you. And yes, I do." He sat by her just as the train began to move "Could you tell me first, what is going on?"
Celia nodded with a hum, as if knowing that was to be the first thing asked, and began unraveling the tapestry in her lap, "You're getting a do-over."
He blinked in confusion, "A do-over?"
"Yes. It isn't something that Akira allows often. In fact the only reason it's a necessity now is because your life was tampered with just after you were born." She held up the tapestry "This is the tapestry that represents your life. As Fate it is my job to weave the lives of everyone and only stop when Akira tells me to."
"That's another question I have. Pardon me for being crass in my wording, but why did you fuck up my life?" his tone showed his annoyance.
"I didn't. That's why you're getting a do-over." She put a finger half an inch down from the top of the weaving and six inches in from the edge "This was where I stopped weaving it myself; it was from this point on that the tapestry began to weave itself! And a lot of it is nothing I had planned at all! This actually messed up a lot of other tapestries, you friends and whatnot you know, and it pisses my off when people mess with my work!"
Harry jumped suddenly afraid of this homey looking woman. She was like Luna apparently; sweet and unassuming on the outside, but hiding ferocity inside.
"So then, um... What is your plan exactly?" he asked hesitantly.
Celia took a breath and gave an apologetic smile, "Sorry about that outburst. The plan is to redo your life as I had originally planned. You will have a family, and you will be with Draco as you wish. But you're still gonna be small side. Don't worry though, it'll be in an attractive way~ An effeminate figure."
Harry grimaced once again. "Why do I have to be small like a girl?"
"Because you look so cute~!" she giggled making the teen groan.
Harry looked out the window and was surprised to see his life going backwards like a VCR rewinding a video cassette. He looked back to Celia seeing her unravel the tapestry of his life then looked out the window again; when he saw his kiss with Cho he grimaced.
"That was a disaster."
"You do know she was trying to replace Cedric with you right?" The blonde inquired.
"It felt that way." He nodded.
"Well you're both handsome, powerful, kind, and intelligent. She just took advantage of the fact that you gave attention to her."
"The ironic thing is kissing her helped me realize I'm gay."
"Cruelly ironic. But now that I have control of my tapestries back I can make things right."
"And will I remember any of this?" Harry asked.
Celia shook her head,"You will have inklings, gut feelings to do and not do things so that you can stay on the right path I've made for you, but you won't remember our encounter. It's best you don't anyway; you'd be confused at what you know and what you'd learn, and that would drive you to insanity."
He nodded in acceptance, "Then I will let you guide me."
Celia reached the last knot of the tapestry that boarded her weaving and the weaving of another, "It was a pleasure to meet you Harry James Potter. Perhaps we will meet again in your new life."
"I hope so. Thank you, Celia. And please pass my thanks to Akira for giving me this second chance." Harry nodded.
"I will. Live well and happily." She smiled as she pulled the thread.
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