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Chapter 2 – Blast from the past
"Destiny, how are you?" asked Albus Dumbledore happily. "I haven't seen you in a while."
"Twenty years to be exact," Destiny said, letting herself drift off into her memories for a moment.
Snapping out of it, she continued. "I'm here on a mission, Dumbledore," she said. "It concerns Harry Potter."
"Ahh," said Dumbledore knowingly. "I had a feeling he'd receive a visit from you someday. The stars were kind enough to inform me of a little of his destiny."
"Then you know how worried I am," sighed Destiny. "The day of his battle with Voldemort draws near, nearer than anyone thought. And he's still not ready. He simply can't see that he loves Hermione, and she's just as bad."
Dumbledore looked at Destiny despairingly. "Those two are so much like Lily and James, they ignore the obvious when it is staring them in the face."
"I know!" shrieked Destiny in exasperation. "I thought I'd never have to do anything tougher than help James and Lily realise their feelings for each other; until I met Harry that is. At least Lily and James hated each other. You know what a fine line there is between love and hate. It wasn't long before they started snogging in the middle of their fights."
"Harry and Hermione are much worse though," she continued. "They are such good friends that they have deluded themselves into thinking that nothing remotely romantic could ever happen between them. Personally, I think Hermione's crazy for not trying to seize the moment; Harry is such a cutie. I'm seriously thinking about chucking in the towel and going after him myself!"
Dumbledore looked at Destiny, as if sizing her up. "You've got a plan haven't you," he said, grinning. "I can always tell when you're up to something. You get this look in your eyes that's exactly like the one the Weasley twins get when they've been playing pranks."
"Good old Fred and George," giggled Destiny hysterically. "They were one of the most fun assignments I ever had. Do you know they actually made me turn into a canary with one of their inventions!"
Destiny became slightly more serious as she continued. "You're right though, I do have a plan," she said, looking at Dumbledore slyly. "I'll need your cooperation, because I guarantee that things will get complicated. It's extremely risky and could have a huge impact on the past and future if things go wrong. It will violate Harry and Hermione's basic human rights, and force them into extremely embarrassing situations."
Dumbledore looked astounded. "You can't mean…" he whispered, before Destiny cut him off.
"I most certainly DO mean that, Dumbledore," she said, smiling impishly. "So are you in, or are you out?"
"My dear Destiny," said Dumbledore in a serious tone. "Your idea is both devious and highly illegal. Of course I'm in!"
"Yippee," screeched Destiny happily. She then proceeded to dance around stupidly in the air, which caused Dumbledore to burst out laughing.
"You haven't changed at all," he remarked. "You act as if you were seventeen instead of one hundred and seventeen."
Destiny suddenly looked very dejected. "That's because time stopped for me one hundred years ago," she informed Dumbledore quietly. "You were there, you know how it was. One moment we were Head Boy and Head girl, and then the day I turned seventeen the stars turned me into the Guardian. My looks haven't changed, nothing of me has changed in one hundred years."
"But, Destiny, I know you love what you do," Dumbledore protested.
"Of course I do," she sighed loudly. "It's such a challenging job and I get so much fulfilment from helping people. It's just that I'm lonely. I help a myriad of people fall in love, yet I can never experience love for myself."
Destiny slumped to the floor and burst into tears. Dumbledore went and sat down beside her.
"There's something else isn't there?" he asked kindly, but firmly. "What aren't you telling me?"
After gulping a few times to get control of herself, Destiny continued. "Everything is just so strange at the moment. The stars are hiding something about Harry and Voldemort's final battle. All I know is that a mystical force aids him, but they won't reveal what it is. They have never hidden anything before, and, and…"
A fresh wave of tears engulfed Destiny and she couldn't continue speaking.
"You have to calm down," said Dumbledore soothingly. Inside he was very worried though. The stars never ever held back from the Guardian. And Destiny never lost her composure. He felt that something serious must be wrong with her.
Destiny pulled herself together once again. "I feel that my time may be nearly up, Dumbledore," she said sadly.
Dumbledore at once breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that what this is about?" he questioned jovially. "You of all people should know that the only way the Guardian can die is if the stars relieve her of her position. That would only happen if you tried to thwart destiny, or if you did poorly with your assignments, neither of which will ever happen. You are the greatest Guardian that has ever existed."
"You don't understand, Dumbledore," insisted Destiny. "My star is nearly black, that proves the end is near for me. I just don't understand what I could have done."
Dumbledore looked Destiny squarely in the eyes before continuing. "You were born to be the Guardian, and the stars know that," he said emphatically. "You're birth name was Destiny Guardian, how much more of a sign do you need? Unless you plan on retiring, you're not going anywhere; is that clear?"
Without warning, Destiny flung her arms around Dumbledore's neck. "You're a great man," she said sincerely. "And you're the best friend I've ever had."
"Now, now, Destiny, you're embarrassing me," replied Dumbledore, blushing heavily. "I'm not used to having women throw their arms around me."
"No need to worry, I'll fix that," announced Destiny slyly, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes. "After I've sorted out Harry, I'll make it my number one priority to get you together with your true love."
"That's highly unnecessary!" sputtered Dumbledore, looking very uneasy.
"Don't worry about a thing," said Destiny wickedly. "After Voldemort's defeat you'll have plenty of time for romantic picnics and whatnot."
"Please drop this idea, Destiny!" exclaimed Dumbledore, looking, perhaps for the first time in his life, absolutely terrified. "I'm perfectly happy as I am."
Destiny felt she'd had enough fun and decided to humour him. "As you wish," she said majestically.
Dumbledore looked very relieved indeed. He decided to change the subject before Destiny got any more crazy ideas.
"You'd better run me through my part in your plan," he reminded her, desperately praying her attention would remain diverted from his love life.
"Good thinking," said Destiny, once again focusing on Harry. "Well, obviously he can't know I'm behind it, so it must look like an accident. I'm thinking a repeat of either the Damzer or Veltine situations would be appropriate."
Dumbledore considered the two options carefully. "We'd better go with Veltine, that way we can ensure there are no witnesses," he declared assertively.
"Righteo then," agreed Destiny easily. She was happy to be teaming up with Dumbledore again, especially for this plan. "Heaven help me, it'll be a miracle if I actually manage to pull it off," she thought to herself.
"What about Lily and James?" asked Dumbledore, disturbing Destiny's musings. "They must be kept out of the action if we are to avoid serious repercussions."
"I'm all over it," Destiny declared confidently. "A soul storing will do the trick nicely."
"Well, that seems like everything," Dumbledore said with an air of finality. "I'd better get some sleep seeing as we've got such a big day tomorrow."
He went to shake Destiny's hand, but to his great astonishment she suddenly rose up in the air and performed a series of backward somersaults.
"I've just had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!" she exclaimed excitedly once she'd stopped spinning. "We send Ron as well. He can become Pettigrew, therefore eliminating the risk of Harry beating the crap out of him. It will also divert his suspicions from thinking it's a set-up."
"Jolly good," said Dumbledore, giving Destiny a smile. "I was wondering how we were going to get around that." He then yawned pointedly at her.
"Sheesh, I'm going already," Destiny announced huffily. "I'll visit Harry in his common room in the morning to see what effect I've had, then I'll check back with you."
"What do you mean, 'effect'?" Dumbledore asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Oh, I let his friends see me saying goodbye to him," answered Destiny, bursting into giggles. "Nothing makes a girl more jealous than hearing her best friend has had a strange girl in his bedroom."
"You're one in a million, you know that?" remarked Dumbledore, shaking his head in amusement.
"Tell me about it, stud," said Destiny saucily in her best Sandy impersonation (a/n: Sandy from Grease, if you didn't get it).
She sprinkled some glitter on herself and floated back up to the stars, the sound of Dumbledore's laughter ringing in her ears.
Disclaimer: The talented Ms. Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter characters, except Destiny, who is mine. I guess I own the stars as well, even though they don't say anything directly because, well, they're stars. 'Blast from the past' is the name of a movie and belongs to, I don't know, just not me. ''Tell me about it stud,'' and Sandy belong to the movie, 'Grease'.
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Chapter 2 – Blast from the past
"Destiny, how are you?" asked Albus Dumbledore happily. "I haven't seen you in a while."
"Twenty years to be exact," Destiny said, letting herself drift off into her memories for a moment.
Snapping out of it, she continued. "I'm here on a mission, Dumbledore," she said. "It concerns Harry Potter."
"Ahh," said Dumbledore knowingly. "I had a feeling he'd receive a visit from you someday. The stars were kind enough to inform me of a little of his destiny."
"Then you know how worried I am," sighed Destiny. "The day of his battle with Voldemort draws near, nearer than anyone thought. And he's still not ready. He simply can't see that he loves Hermione, and she's just as bad."
Dumbledore looked at Destiny despairingly. "Those two are so much like Lily and James, they ignore the obvious when it is staring them in the face."
"I know!" shrieked Destiny in exasperation. "I thought I'd never have to do anything tougher than help James and Lily realise their feelings for each other; until I met Harry that is. At least Lily and James hated each other. You know what a fine line there is between love and hate. It wasn't long before they started snogging in the middle of their fights."
"Harry and Hermione are much worse though," she continued. "They are such good friends that they have deluded themselves into thinking that nothing remotely romantic could ever happen between them. Personally, I think Hermione's crazy for not trying to seize the moment; Harry is such a cutie. I'm seriously thinking about chucking in the towel and going after him myself!"
Dumbledore looked at Destiny, as if sizing her up. "You've got a plan haven't you," he said, grinning. "I can always tell when you're up to something. You get this look in your eyes that's exactly like the one the Weasley twins get when they've been playing pranks."
"Good old Fred and George," giggled Destiny hysterically. "They were one of the most fun assignments I ever had. Do you know they actually made me turn into a canary with one of their inventions!"
Destiny became slightly more serious as she continued. "You're right though, I do have a plan," she said, looking at Dumbledore slyly. "I'll need your cooperation, because I guarantee that things will get complicated. It's extremely risky and could have a huge impact on the past and future if things go wrong. It will violate Harry and Hermione's basic human rights, and force them into extremely embarrassing situations."
Dumbledore looked astounded. "You can't mean…" he whispered, before Destiny cut him off.
"I most certainly DO mean that, Dumbledore," she said, smiling impishly. "So are you in, or are you out?"
"My dear Destiny," said Dumbledore in a serious tone. "Your idea is both devious and highly illegal. Of course I'm in!"
"Yippee," screeched Destiny happily. She then proceeded to dance around stupidly in the air, which caused Dumbledore to burst out laughing.
"You haven't changed at all," he remarked. "You act as if you were seventeen instead of one hundred and seventeen."
Destiny suddenly looked very dejected. "That's because time stopped for me one hundred years ago," she informed Dumbledore quietly. "You were there, you know how it was. One moment we were Head Boy and Head girl, and then the day I turned seventeen the stars turned me into the Guardian. My looks haven't changed, nothing of me has changed in one hundred years."
"But, Destiny, I know you love what you do," Dumbledore protested.
"Of course I do," she sighed loudly. "It's such a challenging job and I get so much fulfilment from helping people. It's just that I'm lonely. I help a myriad of people fall in love, yet I can never experience love for myself."
Destiny slumped to the floor and burst into tears. Dumbledore went and sat down beside her.
"There's something else isn't there?" he asked kindly, but firmly. "What aren't you telling me?"
After gulping a few times to get control of herself, Destiny continued. "Everything is just so strange at the moment. The stars are hiding something about Harry and Voldemort's final battle. All I know is that a mystical force aids him, but they won't reveal what it is. They have never hidden anything before, and, and…"
A fresh wave of tears engulfed Destiny and she couldn't continue speaking.
"You have to calm down," said Dumbledore soothingly. Inside he was very worried though. The stars never ever held back from the Guardian. And Destiny never lost her composure. He felt that something serious must be wrong with her.
Destiny pulled herself together once again. "I feel that my time may be nearly up, Dumbledore," she said sadly.
Dumbledore at once breathed a sigh of relief. "Is that what this is about?" he questioned jovially. "You of all people should know that the only way the Guardian can die is if the stars relieve her of her position. That would only happen if you tried to thwart destiny, or if you did poorly with your assignments, neither of which will ever happen. You are the greatest Guardian that has ever existed."
"You don't understand, Dumbledore," insisted Destiny. "My star is nearly black, that proves the end is near for me. I just don't understand what I could have done."
Dumbledore looked Destiny squarely in the eyes before continuing. "You were born to be the Guardian, and the stars know that," he said emphatically. "You're birth name was Destiny Guardian, how much more of a sign do you need? Unless you plan on retiring, you're not going anywhere; is that clear?"
Without warning, Destiny flung her arms around Dumbledore's neck. "You're a great man," she said sincerely. "And you're the best friend I've ever had."
"Now, now, Destiny, you're embarrassing me," replied Dumbledore, blushing heavily. "I'm not used to having women throw their arms around me."
"No need to worry, I'll fix that," announced Destiny slyly, a mischievous glint returning to her eyes. "After I've sorted out Harry, I'll make it my number one priority to get you together with your true love."
"That's highly unnecessary!" sputtered Dumbledore, looking very uneasy.
"Don't worry about a thing," said Destiny wickedly. "After Voldemort's defeat you'll have plenty of time for romantic picnics and whatnot."
"Please drop this idea, Destiny!" exclaimed Dumbledore, looking, perhaps for the first time in his life, absolutely terrified. "I'm perfectly happy as I am."
Destiny felt she'd had enough fun and decided to humour him. "As you wish," she said majestically.
Dumbledore looked very relieved indeed. He decided to change the subject before Destiny got any more crazy ideas.
"You'd better run me through my part in your plan," he reminded her, desperately praying her attention would remain diverted from his love life.
"Good thinking," said Destiny, once again focusing on Harry. "Well, obviously he can't know I'm behind it, so it must look like an accident. I'm thinking a repeat of either the Damzer or Veltine situations would be appropriate."
Dumbledore considered the two options carefully. "We'd better go with Veltine, that way we can ensure there are no witnesses," he declared assertively.
"Righteo then," agreed Destiny easily. She was happy to be teaming up with Dumbledore again, especially for this plan. "Heaven help me, it'll be a miracle if I actually manage to pull it off," she thought to herself.
"What about Lily and James?" asked Dumbledore, disturbing Destiny's musings. "They must be kept out of the action if we are to avoid serious repercussions."
"I'm all over it," Destiny declared confidently. "A soul storing will do the trick nicely."
"Well, that seems like everything," Dumbledore said with an air of finality. "I'd better get some sleep seeing as we've got such a big day tomorrow."
He went to shake Destiny's hand, but to his great astonishment she suddenly rose up in the air and performed a series of backward somersaults.
"I've just had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!" she exclaimed excitedly once she'd stopped spinning. "We send Ron as well. He can become Pettigrew, therefore eliminating the risk of Harry beating the crap out of him. It will also divert his suspicions from thinking it's a set-up."
"Jolly good," said Dumbledore, giving Destiny a smile. "I was wondering how we were going to get around that." He then yawned pointedly at her.
"Sheesh, I'm going already," Destiny announced huffily. "I'll visit Harry in his common room in the morning to see what effect I've had, then I'll check back with you."
"What do you mean, 'effect'?" Dumbledore asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Oh, I let his friends see me saying goodbye to him," answered Destiny, bursting into giggles. "Nothing makes a girl more jealous than hearing her best friend has had a strange girl in his bedroom."
"You're one in a million, you know that?" remarked Dumbledore, shaking his head in amusement.
"Tell me about it, stud," said Destiny saucily in her best Sandy impersonation (a/n: Sandy from Grease, if you didn't get it).
She sprinkled some glitter on herself and floated back up to the stars, the sound of Dumbledore's laughter ringing in her ears.
Disclaimer: The talented Ms. Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter characters, except Destiny, who is mine. I guess I own the stars as well, even though they don't say anything directly because, well, they're stars. 'Blast from the past' is the name of a movie and belongs to, I don't know, just not me. ''Tell me about it stud,'' and Sandy belong to the movie, 'Grease'.
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