Chapter 11 ~Fate takes the chapter quote seriously

~All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players~ William Shakespeare

The atmosphere of the night would of made Shakespeare proud. It was midnight, the skies, ironically, were stormy and the rain was pounding down on London Town like a thousand elephants. That wasn't so surprising seeing as it rain about every day in London. Lighting was also frequently seen, so often that night, that the people of London where all frightened except for one little black haired boy. If you haven't figured it out by know that this boy is Harry Potter, well that would just be sad.

The reason Harry wasn't scared and Shakespeare would be proud is that Harry was practicing magic. Harry was sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor. He had put a piece of paper in front of himself. On the surface it looked like Harry was just watching the paper, which we all know that it's a useless activity unless it has words on it, and is more boring then watching paint dry. If you could look into Harry's mind you would find something much more interesting. Harry was thinking about all the times he would of needed a paper to lift by it's self. Surprisingly there were many incidents where he needed this to happen. Most of them had to do with information that adults and Dudley hadn't wanted him to see.

With these memory's running through his head, he said the words as if was uttering them for the first time. For every time a person says a word for the first time, it had no associations to an emotion or memory, it's just is the meaning of the word, nothing more nothing less.

"Lift one meter"

The blue lined paper raised exactly one meter. Harry broke his concentration and it didn't move. Unlike magic with a wand the paper stayed up. Harry stared wide eyed at the paper, he had thought that wandless magic would be harder then magic done with a wand. 'Isn't the magic core supposed to channel the magic? Can this magic do things that shouldn't be done?'

"Bring all of Tom Marvolo Riddle's Horcruxes to Harry James Potter." Harry waited for a moment, not really expecting anything, when it happened. No, it wasn't the Horcuxes, it was a note that popped without a pop into the air.

The note was written on a plain white piece of paper and some words on it written with very elegant, but sharpe hand writing, in lime green ink the words: Nice try kid, but even True Magic doesn't work like that, or at least when I don't want it to. ~Fate

'This cannot be good.' Harry thought after reading the note. He had admittedly not thought about the things that would happen 'up there' because of what Death had done. Maybe his biggest problem wouldn't be Voldemort, maybe it could be Fate.

Harry gazed at the note in his hands his mouth slightly ajar. "Shit"

"What the hell are you doing, Fate?" Screamed Death. He had just stormed though Fate's office doors, slamming them to the side and managing to rattle the glass inside. "You can't just go around playing with people's True Magic!"

Fate barley looked up from her paperwork, a report on cancer research in a near by solar system that is close to our own. "I am not playing around with people's True Magic, Harry Potter is one person."

"Fate, don't screw with me using psychology shit. Tell me why your doing this." Death was angry, scary angry, angry as if you saw it you would be running for the hills.

"Death," Fate spoke as if having a conversation with a young child. "I am doing what necessary to have order. I am still very upset with you, no person is supposed to know their future, especially not someone so important in that universe. It goes against the natural order of things."

"What was I supposed to do when Lily Potter asked me to help her son, she died for

him." "You let him live didn't you and it wasn't like he was going to have a bad life not knowing the future." Death sighed, he knew that he wasn't going to get anywhere on this topic. "What about you meddling with his True Magic."

"Jocelyn Evans was never supposed to find out about Harry or Magic. And letting Harry get the Horcuxes by simply wanting them would too easy." Fate seemed to nod to herself as to confirm the justice in her actions

"Your fucking kidding me right, you can't be serious." Death seemed to not believe what Fate was implying. "They're the only family they have and you don't think it's right from them to know each other. Who cares if it's too easily done to defeat Voldemort, he is pure evil and you know that, you made the prophecy." Suddenly realization came over Death's face. "You made the prophecy to make a better story, didn't you."

Fate didn't even bother to hide the fact. "Voldemort didn't have to follow the-" "You knew he would." "I suspected he would, but if he was defeated by Dumbledore he wouldn't be remembered, just another side character in a history book. It had to be done dramatically."

The disgust was clear on the eternal force's face "This isn't a play, you are not making another tale for Shakespeare. Real people are going to die, real people are dead. These people are not your puppets, they're not toys. They have lives, wishes, hopes, and dreams. You can't just do this!"

"I am doing this." Fate stated calmly, quietly, like mentioning the good weather.

"I'm not going to let you." Death in a voice of pure defiance.

"Death, you don't have the power to stop me. Now I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Fate was smirking like the cat that killed the canary.

Death didn't say anything, he just left. In his thoughts he was thinking "Not yet, but soon. Just wait.

Hi, I'm sorry for the long wait, but I've focassing on editing this story, it's really hard for me foe some reason. My brain just seems like it doesn't want to do it, oh well. Thank you to all the people who reviewed, and nightwing27 the most for reviewing all the chapters in one go. Oh, and if I say that a chapter will be about something, don't listen to me. I try to plan out this story but it just doesn't work. I'll just blame Fate for that. Please rewiew.