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A/N: I had a snow day today so I wrote this chapter, hope you enjoy it!
Chapter 10: The Hour of Truth
"Fate?" Harry asked her for fear that it was another look alike.
"Yes, I am the real Fate, if that is what you wanted to know," she said still holding her wand to his throat.
Harry then tried to push her wand away, but she had it locked in place.
"I wouldn't try to move it if I was you," she said talking about her wand.
"Fate you are starting to scare me, now take the wand away," Harry said.
"No, no, no!" Fate started screaming as she dropped her wand and ran around the room covering her ears.
"Fate, what is wrong with you?" Harry asked trying to reach her but the chains restricted him.
But all she kept saying was, "No, no," and "get off me."
She then was thrown against the wall of the cell and fell on the floor, as if someone had thrown her. Since she was in his reach, Harry went over to her and watched her stare endlessly to the ceiling.
"Fate wake up please," Harry said trying to wake her.
But all she did was stare. In that position Harry started to notice her face become cut on one of her cheeks and a cut opening on her arm. Harry then became very alert and started hitting the air for some sign if a person, who was invisible, was in the room. But all Harry kept hitting was air and yet the cuts and bruises kept coming.
Then all of a sudden her eyes opened and the cutting and bruising stopped. Her eyed looked extremely watery and as if she were going to cry at any moment, but she never did.
As soon as she realized where she was, she immediately got up, picked but her wand, and dusted her robes. She was also breathing very heavily, as if she were just fighting a battle with someone.
"Are you ok?" Harry asked.
"I'm fine!" she yelled back, "Just forget what happened ok."
"But you were-"
"I said forget it!" she yelled back even louder then before.
Seeing it was a touchy subject, Harry dropped the topic.
"So, you enjoying yourself?" Fate asked.
"What do you think? I'm sitting here chained to a wall, as are my parents. How could I be happy?" Harry angrily said.
"Well you are the one who wanted to do this, not me. You only have yourself to blame."
"I am not in the mood to get a lecture Fate, I just want answers."
"Fine then," Fate said sitting on a chair she just made appear, "ask away."
"First of all why didn't Voldemort kill me when he had the chance?"
"You don't listen do you Harry. In this world Voldemort as a seer on his side, well more like he forced her to be on his side. She told him about another prophecy, not intentionally of course. So Voldemort wants you with him so that he can rule the world and not have to worry about someone being able to match his powers."
"The other, was that girl you?"
Fate looked into Harry's eyes after he said that. Blue mixed with green, and Harry could see her eyes told a different story then the rest of her body. Her body showed strength and courage, but her eyes said she was scared and that she hurt inside. It's funny how much our eyes give away about our true self.
"Yes, if you want the truth. If this were the world today, I would be one of Voldemort's prisoners too." Fate said sadly.
"But she doesn't speak like you, why is that."
"Oh God Harry, don't you know anything," Fate said in an annoyed manner. "If this was the world I would have been captured by Voldemort a long time ago, thus I would have been raised in England not America."
"Fate."
"What now?" Fate asked getting angry with Harry.
"Can you get me out of these chains?"
"No can do Harry, you will just have to wait and see what happens to you in this week of living this life." Fate said. "I believe you still have five more days."
Harry nodded (I think that is how many days that happened two, if someone thinks I am wrong then tell me ok)
"Well goodbye Harry, I shall see you again soon."
"Why do you keep coming to visit me anyway?" Harry asked.
"I need an escape from home, so I come and see you." Fate said with a frown.
And with that she disappeared.
"She really is bloody crazy, she needs help." Harry whispered to himself.
At that moment another black hooded figure walked in and dropped some food, a piece of bread and some water, by Harry.
"It's not poisoned, Master wants you alive and healthy so eat!" he said and then walked out of the room.
Harry wasn't hungry, but he played with the piece of bread in his hands.
Then a large bang was heard as his door opened and closed, a panting girl could be heard. It was the Fate from this time. Harry just watched her as she made her way to him. She sat down next to him, tried to catch her breath and then started speaking to Harry.
"I found out about your parents."
Harry's ears perked up at the word 'parents.'
"Well how are they?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Not very good," she said with her eyes starting to tear up.
"How so?" Harry asked, though he did not know if he wanted to know what they had gone through.
"Your father is going to bleed to death if he isn't seen by a healer soon. But Voldemort will probably find one because he also wants your father to join his side, yet a fear your father may die before Voldemort finds one. He doesn't have much time."
At hearing this his eyes started to water, it was like losing them all over again.
"And your mother, well the only thing good about her is that she is not in a cell."
Harry looked at her bewildered.
"What I mean is that your mother's beauty is a curse. Voldemort and his supporters are toying around with her all day long. And the things they make her wear are disgraceful to her."
"But I thought they wanted to rid the world of muggle borns, not have sex with them?" Harry said trying to make sense of the situation. In reality he would rather see his mother dead then being mistreated for the rest of her life.
"They are only good for one thing, and is for his followers to have a little female contact with. But it is not like she is the only one, so she is given a break from it all some of the time."
"Alright thanks…wait a minute, I don't even know your name?" Harry asked.
"My real name I don't remember, being that I was taken here so early in my years. But Voldemort calls me Destiny."
"Alright then," Harry said confused that Voldemort would give her a 'nice' name, "thanks Destiny."
"Your welcome. Well I must be going. I will be back later, maybe I can get you some more food I will bring it." Destiny said with a smile and then left.
After she left Harry was left with the thought of his parents, in other words, very unhappy thoughts.
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