Lord of Fate
By: Illustrious Sorrow
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and his world. J.K.Rowling does and I'm not her. I'm not making any money off of this,
Etc, etc. Did I forget anything?
Note: This is my third Fanfic (or maybe my first if I haven't gotten around to posting my others yet...). I hope you like it
but I can't really promise anything. I write what I like. No Slash by the way.
Summary: Harry comes home for summer break and finds that he has two female cousins that his Aunt Petunia had and didn't want
so he takes it onto himself to take care of them. Includes Voldemort, Harry/Hermione relationship, new powers, new pets,
little quidditch, a little (cough a lot cough) Harry bashing, and lots of spelling errors (sorry, just kidding, erm, yeah
moves on with story ...)
Chapter 1: Suprise: It's a girl!
The ride to the Dursley household was silent and uneventful, if you don't count the little /accident/ Harry had while
getting into the car. Vernon had come up behind him and banged his head into the top of the car so hard that his forehead
split open. The man said it was an accident but the grin on his face suggested otherwise. If Harry hadn't been quickly
sinking into depression he would have noticed this and been warned of the summer to come but sadly, Harry was involved in
his own world of quilt and did not appear likely to return any time soon.
Without a word Harry pressed a napkin to his forehead and climbed into the backseat. And so the ride passed quickly for the
two men. Just as the car pulled into the driveway, Harry had a moment of clarity and pulled his wand and a few school books
out of his trunk and into his pocket, he did after all, have to do his homework.
His uncle stopped the car and got out with a loud grunt, as if his over large body was protesting the necessity of movement.
"Boy, come." He snapped before trudging into the house. Harry pulled his trunk out of the car with a lot of effort, after all,
his trunk was heavy and he only had one hand to use as the other was employed in holding the napkin to his head to stop the
bleeding which was continuing even then.
Once Harry and his trunk were inside the house his Uncle gestured toward the closet under the stairs where his school supplies
resided over the summer. When Harry flung open the door he was shocked to see to newborn baby girls lying in the dark. "Erm,
Uncle Vernon, why are there babies in the closet?" He couldn't help but ask. When the beefy man didn't answer Harry looked
up and was shocked to see a dangerous scowl covering the face of his uncle.
"Petunia got pregnant and somehow managed to have triplets. We don't want the two girls. You can take care of them if you want.
They are filthy creatures, just like you. We didn't bother to name them. If you want to, there are forms in there somewhere."
And with a nasty laugh, Vernon left Harry alone to contemplate his baby cousins.
"Well hello then. We're all in the same position I guess. Nobody wants us. I'll just have to take care of you two. Come on,
you can stay in my room, you need some fresh air and food probably, knowing the Dursleys." Harry carefully bent down and
picked up the frail babies who obviously hadn't been feed recently, or changed for that matter. After rummaging around for
the name forms Harry slowly climbed the stairs to his room. His Uncle would lock up his trunk for him.
Laying the babies on his bed Harry got a good look at them. There he got a shock. They looked nothing like their parents.
One had auburn hair that looked like his mothers and the other had black hair similar to his own. They both had the same
startlingly green eye Harry and his mother shared.
Harry whistled, "No wonder they didn't want you two. You look just like the people they hate the most. Now I suppose I have
to name you. But first let me go and get you bottles and diapers. You must be starving." Though he hated to leave the two
girls by themselves, he had to. With a sigh Harry trudged back down the stairs and found Aunt Petunia rocking a thin horse
like little boy who was a startling contrast to the pictures of Dudley he had seen.
While the two girls looked healthy despite being locked in a cupboard, this boy looked sickly. "Aunt Petunia, can I have
some diapers and bottles?" The horse-women turned to him, "So you decided to take care of the brats did you? Like is attracted
to like I suppose. I never want to see them again. You will have to take them with you to your school. Well fine then,
All the baby stuff is over there in the corner. You may take milk from the fridge or formula from the counter. If you want
anything other then that you will have to get a job and buy it yourself." With that Petunia turned back to her baby and
left Harry to his thoughts.
Quickly, so not to incure the wrath of his aunt, Harry gathered diapers and wipes and bottles and brought them to his room
where his cousins waited. "Hello again. I guess you need a few things, well I got them." Luckily for Harry, he had had a
class in his muggle school on childcare, of which he still remembered most of so he was able to take care of the newborns.
"Now, you need names. How about Lily Dove Potter for you," He pointed at the girl with the auburn hair, "And Raven Rose Potter
for you." He gestured at the dark haired girl. Both of the babies smiled and laughed at him which he took to mean that they
liked the names. Harry sighed, "Now I guess I have take your name forms to the hospital don't I? Luckily it's close. I have
to go and find a job anyway."
Once again Harry trudged downstairs. "Aunt Petunia, do you have any baby strollers or carriers? I have to take them with me
while I look for a job. I don't want to leave them alone." His voice was flat and emotionless with the grief he felt. He didn't
notice that his aunts eye softened slightly as she snapped out, "There is a stroller in the garage for two babies and there
are carriers in it." "Thank you." He said dully as he went to search out the items.
Petunia watched him leave for a second, thinking that there was something wrong with the boy before shrugging it off, after
all, there was /always/ something wrong with the boy.
Harry dug around in the garage for about an hour before finding the stroller and carriers and pulling them out. With effort,
Harry went back up the stairs quickly, just then aware of the fact that he had left Raven and Lily alone for the entire
time.
When he pulled his door open Harry was relieved to see the girls smiling at each other and gurgling at the empty air above
them. "Hello girls, how are you? Sorry about leaving you alone but I had to get you a stroller. We are going job hunting
tomorrow." Noticing that it was getting dark Harry decided to go to bed, even though it was only about 8 o'clock. First
though he had to find a place for Raven and Lily to sleep.
Harry found Dudley's broken go-kart in the corner and decided that it would have to work as he didn't have a drawer or crib
or anything. Donating his pillow and top blanket, Harry made the cart as comfterble as he could for the babies vowing that
he would try to earn enough money to buy them at least a second hand crib and some real baby blankets. If he was lucky Aunt
Petunia would relent and give him some clothes for the girls.
With them feed and settled into the makeshift crib, Harry fell into bed hoping for a peaceful night's sleep.
(A/n anything between { and } means that it is a dream.)
{Harry was at the end of the third task by the cup with Cedric. "Come on, we'll both take the cup, It'll be a Hogwarts victory
anyway"...."Wands out do you reckon?"....."Kill the Spare!"...."Bow to death Harry"...Crucio!" Harry withered with the pain
of a thousand deaths. It felt as though his bones were being ripped out through his skin. The pain was everywhere in his body
until it suddenly began to center at various parts of his body at once and a voice came through the pain.
"Shut up you bloody idiot! Don't you know what's good for you? I'll kill you if you don't shut up now!"}
Harry jerked awake in panic only to find that the pain continued out of his dreams. Dazed from the pain in his head Harry was
startled to find Uncle Vernon bellowing above him. The Dursleys had starved and ignored him and locked him away, but never
beat him! Harry tried to get away but his uncle, seeing that he was awake, only began to beat him harder.
It only took a few minutes of the abuse for Harry to become unconscious, still feeling the pain of fists meeting his flesh.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Well, what did you think? I know that hospitals require parents to name their babies before they leave the hospital but I
wanted Harry to be able to choose the names so... Review!
By: Illustrious Sorrow
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and his world. J.K.Rowling does and I'm not her. I'm not making any money off of this,
Etc, etc. Did I forget anything?
Note: This is my third Fanfic (or maybe my first if I haven't gotten around to posting my others yet...). I hope you like it
but I can't really promise anything. I write what I like. No Slash by the way.
Summary: Harry comes home for summer break and finds that he has two female cousins that his Aunt Petunia had and didn't want
so he takes it onto himself to take care of them. Includes Voldemort, Harry/Hermione relationship, new powers, new pets,
little quidditch, a little (cough a lot cough) Harry bashing, and lots of spelling errors (sorry, just kidding, erm, yeah
moves on with story ...)
Chapter 1: Suprise: It's a girl!
The ride to the Dursley household was silent and uneventful, if you don't count the little /accident/ Harry had while
getting into the car. Vernon had come up behind him and banged his head into the top of the car so hard that his forehead
split open. The man said it was an accident but the grin on his face suggested otherwise. If Harry hadn't been quickly
sinking into depression he would have noticed this and been warned of the summer to come but sadly, Harry was involved in
his own world of quilt and did not appear likely to return any time soon.
Without a word Harry pressed a napkin to his forehead and climbed into the backseat. And so the ride passed quickly for the
two men. Just as the car pulled into the driveway, Harry had a moment of clarity and pulled his wand and a few school books
out of his trunk and into his pocket, he did after all, have to do his homework.
His uncle stopped the car and got out with a loud grunt, as if his over large body was protesting the necessity of movement.
"Boy, come." He snapped before trudging into the house. Harry pulled his trunk out of the car with a lot of effort, after all,
his trunk was heavy and he only had one hand to use as the other was employed in holding the napkin to his head to stop the
bleeding which was continuing even then.
Once Harry and his trunk were inside the house his Uncle gestured toward the closet under the stairs where his school supplies
resided over the summer. When Harry flung open the door he was shocked to see to newborn baby girls lying in the dark. "Erm,
Uncle Vernon, why are there babies in the closet?" He couldn't help but ask. When the beefy man didn't answer Harry looked
up and was shocked to see a dangerous scowl covering the face of his uncle.
"Petunia got pregnant and somehow managed to have triplets. We don't want the two girls. You can take care of them if you want.
They are filthy creatures, just like you. We didn't bother to name them. If you want to, there are forms in there somewhere."
And with a nasty laugh, Vernon left Harry alone to contemplate his baby cousins.
"Well hello then. We're all in the same position I guess. Nobody wants us. I'll just have to take care of you two. Come on,
you can stay in my room, you need some fresh air and food probably, knowing the Dursleys." Harry carefully bent down and
picked up the frail babies who obviously hadn't been feed recently, or changed for that matter. After rummaging around for
the name forms Harry slowly climbed the stairs to his room. His Uncle would lock up his trunk for him.
Laying the babies on his bed Harry got a good look at them. There he got a shock. They looked nothing like their parents.
One had auburn hair that looked like his mothers and the other had black hair similar to his own. They both had the same
startlingly green eye Harry and his mother shared.
Harry whistled, "No wonder they didn't want you two. You look just like the people they hate the most. Now I suppose I have
to name you. But first let me go and get you bottles and diapers. You must be starving." Though he hated to leave the two
girls by themselves, he had to. With a sigh Harry trudged back down the stairs and found Aunt Petunia rocking a thin horse
like little boy who was a startling contrast to the pictures of Dudley he had seen.
While the two girls looked healthy despite being locked in a cupboard, this boy looked sickly. "Aunt Petunia, can I have
some diapers and bottles?" The horse-women turned to him, "So you decided to take care of the brats did you? Like is attracted
to like I suppose. I never want to see them again. You will have to take them with you to your school. Well fine then,
All the baby stuff is over there in the corner. You may take milk from the fridge or formula from the counter. If you want
anything other then that you will have to get a job and buy it yourself." With that Petunia turned back to her baby and
left Harry to his thoughts.
Quickly, so not to incure the wrath of his aunt, Harry gathered diapers and wipes and bottles and brought them to his room
where his cousins waited. "Hello again. I guess you need a few things, well I got them." Luckily for Harry, he had had a
class in his muggle school on childcare, of which he still remembered most of so he was able to take care of the newborns.
"Now, you need names. How about Lily Dove Potter for you," He pointed at the girl with the auburn hair, "And Raven Rose Potter
for you." He gestured at the dark haired girl. Both of the babies smiled and laughed at him which he took to mean that they
liked the names. Harry sighed, "Now I guess I have take your name forms to the hospital don't I? Luckily it's close. I have
to go and find a job anyway."
Once again Harry trudged downstairs. "Aunt Petunia, do you have any baby strollers or carriers? I have to take them with me
while I look for a job. I don't want to leave them alone." His voice was flat and emotionless with the grief he felt. He didn't
notice that his aunts eye softened slightly as she snapped out, "There is a stroller in the garage for two babies and there
are carriers in it." "Thank you." He said dully as he went to search out the items.
Petunia watched him leave for a second, thinking that there was something wrong with the boy before shrugging it off, after
all, there was /always/ something wrong with the boy.
Harry dug around in the garage for about an hour before finding the stroller and carriers and pulling them out. With effort,
Harry went back up the stairs quickly, just then aware of the fact that he had left Raven and Lily alone for the entire
time.
When he pulled his door open Harry was relieved to see the girls smiling at each other and gurgling at the empty air above
them. "Hello girls, how are you? Sorry about leaving you alone but I had to get you a stroller. We are going job hunting
tomorrow." Noticing that it was getting dark Harry decided to go to bed, even though it was only about 8 o'clock. First
though he had to find a place for Raven and Lily to sleep.
Harry found Dudley's broken go-kart in the corner and decided that it would have to work as he didn't have a drawer or crib
or anything. Donating his pillow and top blanket, Harry made the cart as comfterble as he could for the babies vowing that
he would try to earn enough money to buy them at least a second hand crib and some real baby blankets. If he was lucky Aunt
Petunia would relent and give him some clothes for the girls.
With them feed and settled into the makeshift crib, Harry fell into bed hoping for a peaceful night's sleep.
(A/n anything between { and } means that it is a dream.)
{Harry was at the end of the third task by the cup with Cedric. "Come on, we'll both take the cup, It'll be a Hogwarts victory
anyway"...."Wands out do you reckon?"....."Kill the Spare!"...."Bow to death Harry"...Crucio!" Harry withered with the pain
of a thousand deaths. It felt as though his bones were being ripped out through his skin. The pain was everywhere in his body
until it suddenly began to center at various parts of his body at once and a voice came through the pain.
"Shut up you bloody idiot! Don't you know what's good for you? I'll kill you if you don't shut up now!"}
Harry jerked awake in panic only to find that the pain continued out of his dreams. Dazed from the pain in his head Harry was
startled to find Uncle Vernon bellowing above him. The Dursleys had starved and ignored him and locked him away, but never
beat him! Harry tried to get away but his uncle, seeing that he was awake, only began to beat him harder.
It only took a few minutes of the abuse for Harry to become unconscious, still feeling the pain of fists meeting his flesh.
TO BE CONTINUED...
Well, what did you think? I know that hospitals require parents to name their babies before they leave the hospital but I
wanted Harry to be able to choose the names so... Review!