Summary: Fate reflects on the consequences of Death's and Knowledge's
actions of that night. She talks with an old friend.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 2. The Song is Blowing in the Wind by Bob Dylan. Don't own it, but I love that man.
A\N: This is the last chapter for Tears of Blood. I'm writing another story with Death fifteen years later. She is still watching over Harry and makes the decision of becoming human. Please R&R. I'll accept Flames, since my dorm is freezing. The university is trying to cut down on our heating cost. *sighs* well, Enjoy these fics.
Threads of Life's Blood
Fate walked down the Halls of Time. She was weary from the day's work. Two people were dead, a book was destroyed, and two Guardians were changed. She was worried since both broke the rules and allowed themselves to be seen by the mortals. The council wouldn't be happy, but there was nothing that could be done about it. She remembered a song she heard once when she went to Earth on a mission.
The answer my Friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
Fate snorted at that thought. Blowing in the wind indeed. She knew the Council of Elements would not accept that answer. They would want to know the repercussions of last nights events. That was something Fate couldn't answer. It was to tell the future when the Guardians themselves didn't know. Fate could predict when a person was going to die and if they will have a tendency to be good or bad. But who really know for sure what a person makes of their life. Tom Riddle was a good example of that. The boy had great potential to become a good wizard. However he choose to see his circumstances as the world's way of screwing him. He disappeared falling deep into the Dark Arts. Hence Lord Voldemort was born, bent on wiping out all life, wizard and non-wizard. If Fate had known what he would become, she would have cut his thread a long time ago. Too little, too late.
How many roads must a man walk,
before they call him a man
How many seas must a white duck sail,
before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
before they are forever banned.
Fate stopped as thought about Death. When Death returned from Godric's Hollow, she collapsed in Fate's arms and cried her eyes out. After telling Fate about what happened, Fate sent her to The Dream Realm to calm down. Dreams and Nightmare should be able to comfort an upset Death. It was hard for Death to give the child up. A child who laughed and comforted Death. Fate felt guilty for telling death to go and get to know the child, but those were her orders. Death would forever be tied to the child until the day she must come for his soul. Fate smiled softly as she imagined Death as a guardian angel of sorts. Death would treat the child as hers. Hell, Death would love and consider the child hers. Would Death love that child enough to give up the Guardianship of Death if the child had no one to take care of him? How would that affect the prophecy?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
Fate shook off the thoughts of Death making such a sacrifice and continued on her way. She decided to switch her mind over to Knowledge.
How many years must a mountain exist
before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
before they are allowed to be free
How many years can a man turn his head
and pretend that he just doesn't see
Knowledge returned from her mission shaken. She was seen in human form by a man who should have not seen her. He nearly caught her, but the remnants of Knowledge's near death as a human remained in her skin. The ice in her skin allowed her to escape. Knowledge wasn't sure how much the man knew or saw. Fate had complete faith in Albus Dumbledore and his ability to smooth things over with the man. After soothing Knowledge over the incident, Fate told her that Death had returned as well and needed a friend. Knowledge zipped off to The Dream Realm to console her friend. Fate pondered over who that man was. Would he play a key part later in this life? Will Knowledge run into him later and finally be caught? How could he keep up with a woman who can run as fast as the wind?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
Fate walked up to a heavy wooden door. It was covered with various symbols and pictures from history. Fate admired the handiwork for a few moments and knocked on it.
"Come in, Daniella." an old voice called out.
Fate opened the door easily and entered the chamber. She shut the door gently. The chamber was beautiful and spacious. A phoenix cried out to her. Fate smiled at the bird and walked over to it. The bird bowed it's head to be petted.
"Hello, Fawkes. Are you keeping an eye on things here?" Fate greeted. The bird chirped in reply.
"It seems you had a busy night, Daniella." Albus Dumbledore said as he walked out from behind a curtain. He was prepared for bed.
"Yes I did, Albus. I was wondering if we could talk. I have some concerns and the Council will be asking questions that I don't have the answers to." Fate sighed
"Fate without answers? We can't have that, can we? Have a seat by the fire. I will get us something to drink."
Fate walked over to the fire and sat down in one of the comfortable armchairs. Albus handed her a cup of tea. Fate sipped it and noted that he added the right amount of sugar and cream. She nodded her thanks as Albus sat next to her. He nodded it back and took a sip of his own.
The two sat by the fire in silence. Albus remembered when he and Fate first met. They met in London while she was trying to complete a mission of mercy. A child who had lost his faith in the world and ready to jump off the London Bridge. Fate had shown him the way back to the path of hope. Currently, he was now a grandfather with several grandchildren. Afterwards, she was attacked by a group of dark wizards. Albus had come to her rescue, not that she needed it. He was so young back then, willing to take on the world. Fate was much younger looking then as well. She had thanked him and started to go on her way. Albus caught her hand and asked her if she wanted to go with him for some hot chocolate. Caught off guard, she agreed. They talked and found many things in common. Albus smiled at the memory of a happier time.
Fate gave Albus an odd look as he seemed to drift off in to his memories. Even in his advance age of 150 years old, Fate still saw the handsome young man who tried to save her all those years ago. They had many adventures during her term as the Guardian of Courage. She was drawn to him and was always at his side. One day after knowing each other for years, he proposed to her. Fate had to turn him down since as a Guardian she couldn't marry him. She told him what she was and cried over telling him no. Albus understood and wiped away her tears of blood. They never spoke of that day again. Fate continued to stand by him, even though he grew older as all mortals do. They fought against Grinwald together and succeeded. After that Fate was promoted to the Guardian of Fate. They still maintained contact and talked. Fate was glad of this. He was someone she could talk to and trust.
"Talk to me, Daniella. What is bothering you?" Albus asked after a long silence.
Fate told him of that nights events and what Death and Knowledge has been through. She spoke of Death's concern and love for the child named Harry Potter and Knowledge's encounter with a man at Hogwarts. Albus nodded and listen intently. He always was a good listener. When Fate finished, there was tears of blood in her eyes. Albus got up and knelt in front of her. He wiped her eyes dry as he had always done.
How many times must a man look up
before he can see the sky
How many ears must one man have
before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died.
The two old friends stared at each other for the longest time. Albus thought of what was the most appropriate response to Fate's question. Fate waited with abated breathe as she stared into his eyes. She could see in them the love that he held for her. She had seen it several times when they went on adventures together. Now it had more of an impact on her. Fate looked away and blushed.
"Daniella, No one knows what the future holds in this world. The Council will understand if you don't have all the answers." Albus started to say, bringing Fate's eyes back to his, "Severus Snape was the man that Knowledge encountered. He has not said a thing to me about a beautiful red haired woman. So he will keep it to himself. Knowledge may or may not meet up with him again. Who knows? As for Death, Harry Potter will need her now more than ever. With Voldemort still around plotting his revenge, that boy will need her to protect him. I have given him to his mother's sister, so Death won't be leaving you anytime soon. He may need her physical later, but not now. Again who knows? You did what you thought was best for those situations."
"Oh Albus, maybe you should be the Guardian of Fate instead of me." Fate smiled at him.
"I like who has the position now. I think she does a wonderful job." Albus complimented as Fated blushed, "You seem to blush a lot around me."
"You were always a tease." Fate defended as Albus laughed happily.
"I always regretted letting you get away. There are times I wished I pushed my suit harder with you."
"There are times I wished you did too. But that the past, Albus. We must prepare for the future. I must be going."
Albus stood up and helped Fate up. Tucking her arm into his, they walked over to the wooden door. Fate stepped away as Albus opened the door, so she could to return to her home. Albus took her hand and kissed it. His eyes stayed with hers. Fate smiled shyly. He always was a gentleman with her.
"Tell me, Daniella. When I finally leave this life, will I finally be able to join you?" Albus asked gently.
Fate thought for a moment and sang softly, "The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. Bye, Albus."
Fate kissed his lips gently and walked through the door. She gently reached back and shut the door. Albus stood there, shocked. Never in all their years of knowing each other and being in love, did she ever kissed him on the lips. Albus walked up to Fawkes and started to pet him
"The answer is blowing in the wind." Albus repeated to Fawkes, "The funny thing about the wind is that it brings about changes."
Disclaimer: See Chapter 2. The Song is Blowing in the Wind by Bob Dylan. Don't own it, but I love that man.
A\N: This is the last chapter for Tears of Blood. I'm writing another story with Death fifteen years later. She is still watching over Harry and makes the decision of becoming human. Please R&R. I'll accept Flames, since my dorm is freezing. The university is trying to cut down on our heating cost. *sighs* well, Enjoy these fics.
Threads of Life's Blood
Fate walked down the Halls of Time. She was weary from the day's work. Two people were dead, a book was destroyed, and two Guardians were changed. She was worried since both broke the rules and allowed themselves to be seen by the mortals. The council wouldn't be happy, but there was nothing that could be done about it. She remembered a song she heard once when she went to Earth on a mission.
The answer my Friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
Fate snorted at that thought. Blowing in the wind indeed. She knew the Council of Elements would not accept that answer. They would want to know the repercussions of last nights events. That was something Fate couldn't answer. It was to tell the future when the Guardians themselves didn't know. Fate could predict when a person was going to die and if they will have a tendency to be good or bad. But who really know for sure what a person makes of their life. Tom Riddle was a good example of that. The boy had great potential to become a good wizard. However he choose to see his circumstances as the world's way of screwing him. He disappeared falling deep into the Dark Arts. Hence Lord Voldemort was born, bent on wiping out all life, wizard and non-wizard. If Fate had known what he would become, she would have cut his thread a long time ago. Too little, too late.
How many roads must a man walk,
before they call him a man
How many seas must a white duck sail,
before she sleeps in the sand
How many times must the cannonballs fly
before they are forever banned.
Fate stopped as thought about Death. When Death returned from Godric's Hollow, she collapsed in Fate's arms and cried her eyes out. After telling Fate about what happened, Fate sent her to The Dream Realm to calm down. Dreams and Nightmare should be able to comfort an upset Death. It was hard for Death to give the child up. A child who laughed and comforted Death. Fate felt guilty for telling death to go and get to know the child, but those were her orders. Death would forever be tied to the child until the day she must come for his soul. Fate smiled softly as she imagined Death as a guardian angel of sorts. Death would treat the child as hers. Hell, Death would love and consider the child hers. Would Death love that child enough to give up the Guardianship of Death if the child had no one to take care of him? How would that affect the prophecy?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
Fate shook off the thoughts of Death making such a sacrifice and continued on her way. She decided to switch her mind over to Knowledge.
How many years must a mountain exist
before it is washed to the sea
How many years can some people exist
before they are allowed to be free
How many years can a man turn his head
and pretend that he just doesn't see
Knowledge returned from her mission shaken. She was seen in human form by a man who should have not seen her. He nearly caught her, but the remnants of Knowledge's near death as a human remained in her skin. The ice in her skin allowed her to escape. Knowledge wasn't sure how much the man knew or saw. Fate had complete faith in Albus Dumbledore and his ability to smooth things over with the man. After soothing Knowledge over the incident, Fate told her that Death had returned as well and needed a friend. Knowledge zipped off to The Dream Realm to console her friend. Fate pondered over who that man was. Would he play a key part later in this life? Will Knowledge run into him later and finally be caught? How could he keep up with a woman who can run as fast as the wind?
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
The answer is blowing in the wind.
Fate walked up to a heavy wooden door. It was covered with various symbols and pictures from history. Fate admired the handiwork for a few moments and knocked on it.
"Come in, Daniella." an old voice called out.
Fate opened the door easily and entered the chamber. She shut the door gently. The chamber was beautiful and spacious. A phoenix cried out to her. Fate smiled at the bird and walked over to it. The bird bowed it's head to be petted.
"Hello, Fawkes. Are you keeping an eye on things here?" Fate greeted. The bird chirped in reply.
"It seems you had a busy night, Daniella." Albus Dumbledore said as he walked out from behind a curtain. He was prepared for bed.
"Yes I did, Albus. I was wondering if we could talk. I have some concerns and the Council will be asking questions that I don't have the answers to." Fate sighed
"Fate without answers? We can't have that, can we? Have a seat by the fire. I will get us something to drink."
Fate walked over to the fire and sat down in one of the comfortable armchairs. Albus handed her a cup of tea. Fate sipped it and noted that he added the right amount of sugar and cream. She nodded her thanks as Albus sat next to her. He nodded it back and took a sip of his own.
The two sat by the fire in silence. Albus remembered when he and Fate first met. They met in London while she was trying to complete a mission of mercy. A child who had lost his faith in the world and ready to jump off the London Bridge. Fate had shown him the way back to the path of hope. Currently, he was now a grandfather with several grandchildren. Afterwards, she was attacked by a group of dark wizards. Albus had come to her rescue, not that she needed it. He was so young back then, willing to take on the world. Fate was much younger looking then as well. She had thanked him and started to go on her way. Albus caught her hand and asked her if she wanted to go with him for some hot chocolate. Caught off guard, she agreed. They talked and found many things in common. Albus smiled at the memory of a happier time.
Fate gave Albus an odd look as he seemed to drift off in to his memories. Even in his advance age of 150 years old, Fate still saw the handsome young man who tried to save her all those years ago. They had many adventures during her term as the Guardian of Courage. She was drawn to him and was always at his side. One day after knowing each other for years, he proposed to her. Fate had to turn him down since as a Guardian she couldn't marry him. She told him what she was and cried over telling him no. Albus understood and wiped away her tears of blood. They never spoke of that day again. Fate continued to stand by him, even though he grew older as all mortals do. They fought against Grinwald together and succeeded. After that Fate was promoted to the Guardian of Fate. They still maintained contact and talked. Fate was glad of this. He was someone she could talk to and trust.
"Talk to me, Daniella. What is bothering you?" Albus asked after a long silence.
Fate told him of that nights events and what Death and Knowledge has been through. She spoke of Death's concern and love for the child named Harry Potter and Knowledge's encounter with a man at Hogwarts. Albus nodded and listen intently. He always was a good listener. When Fate finished, there was tears of blood in her eyes. Albus got up and knelt in front of her. He wiped her eyes dry as he had always done.
How many times must a man look up
before he can see the sky
How many ears must one man have
before he can hear people cry
How many deaths will it take till he knows
That too many people have died.
The two old friends stared at each other for the longest time. Albus thought of what was the most appropriate response to Fate's question. Fate waited with abated breathe as she stared into his eyes. She could see in them the love that he held for her. She had seen it several times when they went on adventures together. Now it had more of an impact on her. Fate looked away and blushed.
"Daniella, No one knows what the future holds in this world. The Council will understand if you don't have all the answers." Albus started to say, bringing Fate's eyes back to his, "Severus Snape was the man that Knowledge encountered. He has not said a thing to me about a beautiful red haired woman. So he will keep it to himself. Knowledge may or may not meet up with him again. Who knows? As for Death, Harry Potter will need her now more than ever. With Voldemort still around plotting his revenge, that boy will need her to protect him. I have given him to his mother's sister, so Death won't be leaving you anytime soon. He may need her physical later, but not now. Again who knows? You did what you thought was best for those situations."
"Oh Albus, maybe you should be the Guardian of Fate instead of me." Fate smiled at him.
"I like who has the position now. I think she does a wonderful job." Albus complimented as Fated blushed, "You seem to blush a lot around me."
"You were always a tease." Fate defended as Albus laughed happily.
"I always regretted letting you get away. There are times I wished I pushed my suit harder with you."
"There are times I wished you did too. But that the past, Albus. We must prepare for the future. I must be going."
Albus stood up and helped Fate up. Tucking her arm into his, they walked over to the wooden door. Fate stepped away as Albus opened the door, so she could to return to her home. Albus took her hand and kissed it. His eyes stayed with hers. Fate smiled shyly. He always was a gentleman with her.
"Tell me, Daniella. When I finally leave this life, will I finally be able to join you?" Albus asked gently.
Fate thought for a moment and sang softly, "The answer, my friend, is blowing in the wind. Bye, Albus."
Fate kissed his lips gently and walked through the door. She gently reached back and shut the door. Albus stood there, shocked. Never in all their years of knowing each other and being in love, did she ever kissed him on the lips. Albus walked up to Fawkes and started to pet him
"The answer is blowing in the wind." Albus repeated to Fawkes, "The funny thing about the wind is that it brings about changes."