Summary: Harry changes his life when he finds a purse. Or, do the Fates
change it for him?
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I wish I owned Draco though. I'm naïve okay! He can change!
A/N: I did get the purse idea from that episode of Boy Meets World w/ Shaun and Angela. BUT this story becomes very different later on so chillax. Sit back and enjoy. Oh, yes. For those of you that don't know, the Fates are a part of Greek Mythology. There were three of them. One between ages 7 and 14, the next 20-55 and the last was like 60-80. I think. The had like a pool of water (*like tabitha's on passions if you watch it*) or a crystal ball where they watch their subjects' lives. There's like all these strings surrounding the vision screen (*I like to call it*) and for example, if they think you should die, the cut the life string. Get it? Well read!
Chapter 7: The Universe including the Fates
Harry was angry.
Beyond angry.
He was furious.
Beyond furious!
He was.he didn't know any other synonyms for mad, but he was every last one in the thesaurus.
"Draco Malfoy is the world's biggest prat!" Harry screamed as he stormed into the common room.
"Harry what's-." Hermione started.
"Malfoy's wrong, that's what!" he shouted.
"What did the git do now?" Ron asked.
"He was talking to Ginny." Harry whispered crossly.
"Oh, that?" Hermione chimed in.
"You knew about this?" Harry yelled.
"Of course. Ginny and Draco-."
"Draco?" Ron asked. "Since when has he been referred to as Draco?"
"Since he and Ginny became friends." Hermione stated simply.
Friends! Why was Harry the last to know about these things?
Maybe because he never paid a rat's arse of attention to Ginny.
Oh. Heh. Right.
Harry was so upset, that he couldn't speak. How could Ginny be friends with that: it, satan, bastard, idiot, Rosemary's baby.
"Harry, they are only friends. Ginny's not interested in him. She told me so."
"When?" Harry asked.
"When I asked her. Draco asked her to Hogsmeade before, but she let him down easy. Now they're just mates." Hermione said.
Harry was expecting Ron to snap.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Nothing.
He was just idly turning his Quidditch Illuminated Magazine.
"Ron!" Harry yelled.
"What?" He asked startled.
"Aren't you gonna go nutters?! Ginny, you're baby sister, is hanging 'round Draco Malfoy! If this was two years ago, you would've been raving!"
"Well, it's not two years ago, I'm not afraid Draco Malfoy is gonna cart my sister off to the Dark Lord, because there is no 'he-who must-not- be-named' to cart her off to. So Malfoy talking to my baby sister is as harmless as Neville." Ron answered.
Harry stared at him open mouthed.
Ron returned to his magazine.
Had the whole universe gone mad? Ginny was practically flirting with Draco Malfoy.
Practically.
All Harry would have to do, was wait to talk to her alone.
If the Fates would let him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Fate#1: He seems to be coping quite poorly this one. Fate#2: Should we make this string a bit longer? Fate#3: No. Let's move onto the love string. The anger string is long enough. Fate#2: So we are cutting anger. Fate#3: Yes. The love string should be lengthened and the patience string shortened. Fate#1: Lengthen the anger string as well. Fates#3and2: Are you sure? Fate#2: His limits being tested is risky. Fate#3: This boy is incredibly skilled! Fate#1: Trust me my sisters.
They looked to their vision screen, which was surrounded with multi- colored strings stretched skew all around it. Harry was seen looking frustrated as he paced back and forth in his dormitory.
A/N: Did u guys like that? Let me know! RRR! ex-oh-ex-oh~aMaKa
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. I wish I owned Draco though. I'm naïve okay! He can change!
A/N: I did get the purse idea from that episode of Boy Meets World w/ Shaun and Angela. BUT this story becomes very different later on so chillax. Sit back and enjoy. Oh, yes. For those of you that don't know, the Fates are a part of Greek Mythology. There were three of them. One between ages 7 and 14, the next 20-55 and the last was like 60-80. I think. The had like a pool of water (*like tabitha's on passions if you watch it*) or a crystal ball where they watch their subjects' lives. There's like all these strings surrounding the vision screen (*I like to call it*) and for example, if they think you should die, the cut the life string. Get it? Well read!
Chapter 7: The Universe including the Fates
Harry was angry.
Beyond angry.
He was furious.
Beyond furious!
He was.he didn't know any other synonyms for mad, but he was every last one in the thesaurus.
"Draco Malfoy is the world's biggest prat!" Harry screamed as he stormed into the common room.
"Harry what's-." Hermione started.
"Malfoy's wrong, that's what!" he shouted.
"What did the git do now?" Ron asked.
"He was talking to Ginny." Harry whispered crossly.
"Oh, that?" Hermione chimed in.
"You knew about this?" Harry yelled.
"Of course. Ginny and Draco-."
"Draco?" Ron asked. "Since when has he been referred to as Draco?"
"Since he and Ginny became friends." Hermione stated simply.
Friends! Why was Harry the last to know about these things?
Maybe because he never paid a rat's arse of attention to Ginny.
Oh. Heh. Right.
Harry was so upset, that he couldn't speak. How could Ginny be friends with that: it, satan, bastard, idiot, Rosemary's baby.
"Harry, they are only friends. Ginny's not interested in him. She told me so."
"When?" Harry asked.
"When I asked her. Draco asked her to Hogsmeade before, but she let him down easy. Now they're just mates." Hermione said.
Harry was expecting Ron to snap.
5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
Nothing.
He was just idly turning his Quidditch Illuminated Magazine.
"Ron!" Harry yelled.
"What?" He asked startled.
"Aren't you gonna go nutters?! Ginny, you're baby sister, is hanging 'round Draco Malfoy! If this was two years ago, you would've been raving!"
"Well, it's not two years ago, I'm not afraid Draco Malfoy is gonna cart my sister off to the Dark Lord, because there is no 'he-who must-not- be-named' to cart her off to. So Malfoy talking to my baby sister is as harmless as Neville." Ron answered.
Harry stared at him open mouthed.
Ron returned to his magazine.
Had the whole universe gone mad? Ginny was practically flirting with Draco Malfoy.
Practically.
All Harry would have to do, was wait to talk to her alone.
If the Fates would let him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Fate#1: He seems to be coping quite poorly this one. Fate#2: Should we make this string a bit longer? Fate#3: No. Let's move onto the love string. The anger string is long enough. Fate#2: So we are cutting anger. Fate#3: Yes. The love string should be lengthened and the patience string shortened. Fate#1: Lengthen the anger string as well. Fates#3and2: Are you sure? Fate#2: His limits being tested is risky. Fate#3: This boy is incredibly skilled! Fate#1: Trust me my sisters.
They looked to their vision screen, which was surrounded with multi- colored strings stretched skew all around it. Harry was seen looking frustrated as he paced back and forth in his dormitory.
A/N: Did u guys like that? Let me know! RRR! ex-oh-ex-oh~aMaKa