Hiya, readers. Thanks for even considering to read this story. I think I'm
a crappy writer but you decide for yourself. Here's Fate's Decision! Oh
yeah, Sirius is alive! Rejoice! Okay, now go ahead and read this story.
Chapter one:
A young man of sixteen stared out the compartment's window and sighed as his best friends walked in, arguing for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Oh for God's sake, Ron! You can't just go around giving detentions to people you dislike. They haven't done anything," curly-haired Hermione Granger was saying.
"Says who?" challenged Ronald Weasley.
"Says McGonagall. We're not supposed to abuse our power as Prefects," said Hermione.
Ron rolled his eyes as if Hermione had just said the stupidest thing in the world.
"What I meant was: who says they haven't done anything?" he said. "They've pissed me off a couple of times."
"But that's not contrary to the school rules," Hermione pointed out.
"Well, it should be," Ron said stubbornly before taking a seat.
Hermione sighed and shook her head before taking a seat beside Harry Potter.
"How was your Prefect meeting?" asked Harry, trying to make light conversation.
"Fine," Hermione and Ron mumbled together.
They glared at each other before looking away. There was a long silence that followed.
"I think I'm going to take a walk," said Harry, standing up and heading out of the compartment.
He walked to the compartment at the back of the train and entered it. The windows there were left open and he felt that he needed some fresh air.
He locked the door, needing some privacy, and sat down by the window.
***
"Hmm. the Chosen One seems to need some company," the beautiful woman named Fate said as she gazed at the well, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She smiled before touching the well's surface with her finger.
***
Harry looked away from the passing scenery and at the compartment door when he heard the knob rattle.
"Oh, heck," a female voice muttered. "Alohamora."
The knob turned and the door slid open.
Light brown eyes met emerald green ones. Both pairs of eyes widened.
Harry swallowed hard and weakly said, "Er.hey, Cho."
"H-Harry," said Cho Chang, surprise in her voice.
Both teens were rooted to their spots. Neither of them said a single word as they stared at each other, blushing.
Harry was the first to break contact when he looked away.
"Uh.do you want to sit down?" he managed to mumble.
He felt really foolish talking to her now. He didn't even deserve to talk to her after the way he had treated her last year.
Cho nodded and sat down opposite of Harry.
Silence.
"I'm sorry-" they both started at the same time.
Then, they laughed lightly, breaking the tension between them.
"You could start first, if you want," said Cho.
"Well, I'm really sorry about how I treated you last year. You deserved none of it," said Harry.
"No, Harry, it was-"
Harry held up a hand.
"Please let me finish," he said. "It was really insensitive of me when I yelled at you. It really was. And I've been spending some part, okay, most part of my summer thinking how much of an idiot I was and how I was going to apologize. I thought of lots of scenarios and finally decided that I would wait for the right moment and I've got a feeling that this is the right moment. I'm really and truly sorry, Cho."
It was all Cho could do to stop herself from hyperventilating. She really could believe that Harry was apologizing. She had always thought that she would be the one saying sorry.
"I'm sorry, too," was all that Cho could say.
I'm sorry, too? That's pathetic, Chang! Now, he's going to think that I'm completely and extremely pathetic! She thought to herself. He's going to walk out of the compartment right now. I just know it.
But that wasn't what Harry did. He smiled and held out his hand.
"Friends?" he asked.
No, Harry. I want to be more, she wanted to shout but didn't.
She shook Harry's hand and also smiled.
"Friends," confirmed Cho.
"Great!" said Harry, grinning. "What did you think of the Cannons beating the Bats?" he asked, making small talk.
Quidditch was the one thing he knew they had in common which didn't involve having a row.
Cho frowned a bit.
"You and your Muggle relatives watch Quidditch?" she asked.
According to her friends, Harry's Muggle relatives weren't very fond of Quidditch.
Harry chuckled.
"No! I think my uncle would go crazy if I even so much as mention flying brooms. They're not very into anything magical, you see. I watched the match with the Weasleys whom I stayed with during the summer," said Harry. "So.what did you think of the game?"
"I really didn't get to see it. My parents took me somewhere for the whole summer. I don't even remember the name of the place. I think Neus-something or other," said Cho. "Could you describe the match to me?"
"Okay, well, we all know that the Cannons are great and all but the Bats."
They stayed on the subject of the Cannons versus Bats match for an hour until Harry ended it with both the Seekers colliding into each other and grabbing the Snitch at the same time. The match ended up with a tie and it went down in history.
"Wow. The match sounded great. I wish I had been there," said Cho.
Harry grinned before glancing at his watch. His eyes widened. They only had ten more minutes until the train arrived at Hogwarts and both of them were still in their Muggled clothes.
"We've got ten more minutes till we reach school," said Harry.
"What?!" exclaimed Cho.
Harry nodded.
"Oh, bloody hell," cursed Cho, standing up almost immediately.
"Tsk, tsk, Ms. Chang. I never knew you possessed such vocabulary," teased Harry.
Cho stuck her tongue out at him.
"Shut it, Potter,"
***
"Fate!" Destiny shouted, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
"Ah, Destiny, what are you doing here?" Fate asked as she looked up from the well.
"May I ask what you're looking at?" asked Destiny, his eyes straying to the well then back at Fate.
"Oh, this? Just the Chosen One's life," said Fate breezily with a careless wave of her wand.
Destiny's eyes narrowed.
"You're not meddling again, are you?" he asked.
"I wouldn't call it meddling, Destiny. It's.fate," said Fate as she smiled mischievously.
***
"Oi, Harry! Where've you been?" asked Ron as Harry reentered the compartment.
"I was taking a walk," lied Harry.
"For a whole hour?" Hermione said skeptically, still glaring at Ron.
Harry shrugged before gathering his robes. Just as he was straightening his tie, the train slowed to a stop.
***
Cho smiled at Harry as they saw each other in the mass of black robes. Harry smiled and waved before Cho got whisked away by her friends and much to Harry's relief Marietta Edgecombe wasn't with them.
"Who were you waving at, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"A friend," replied Harry with a wide smile.
Hermione raised an eyebrow as Ron looked around, looking for Neville Longbottom, a friend of theirs.
***
Well, that's it for the first chapter. Tell me what you like and don't like about it and I'll try to improve. I'll see you guys and gals in the next chapter! Bye!
Chapter one:
A young man of sixteen stared out the compartment's window and sighed as his best friends walked in, arguing for what seemed like the hundredth time.
"Oh for God's sake, Ron! You can't just go around giving detentions to people you dislike. They haven't done anything," curly-haired Hermione Granger was saying.
"Says who?" challenged Ronald Weasley.
"Says McGonagall. We're not supposed to abuse our power as Prefects," said Hermione.
Ron rolled his eyes as if Hermione had just said the stupidest thing in the world.
"What I meant was: who says they haven't done anything?" he said. "They've pissed me off a couple of times."
"But that's not contrary to the school rules," Hermione pointed out.
"Well, it should be," Ron said stubbornly before taking a seat.
Hermione sighed and shook her head before taking a seat beside Harry Potter.
"How was your Prefect meeting?" asked Harry, trying to make light conversation.
"Fine," Hermione and Ron mumbled together.
They glared at each other before looking away. There was a long silence that followed.
"I think I'm going to take a walk," said Harry, standing up and heading out of the compartment.
He walked to the compartment at the back of the train and entered it. The windows there were left open and he felt that he needed some fresh air.
He locked the door, needing some privacy, and sat down by the window.
***
"Hmm. the Chosen One seems to need some company," the beautiful woman named Fate said as she gazed at the well, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She smiled before touching the well's surface with her finger.
***
Harry looked away from the passing scenery and at the compartment door when he heard the knob rattle.
"Oh, heck," a female voice muttered. "Alohamora."
The knob turned and the door slid open.
Light brown eyes met emerald green ones. Both pairs of eyes widened.
Harry swallowed hard and weakly said, "Er.hey, Cho."
"H-Harry," said Cho Chang, surprise in her voice.
Both teens were rooted to their spots. Neither of them said a single word as they stared at each other, blushing.
Harry was the first to break contact when he looked away.
"Uh.do you want to sit down?" he managed to mumble.
He felt really foolish talking to her now. He didn't even deserve to talk to her after the way he had treated her last year.
Cho nodded and sat down opposite of Harry.
Silence.
"I'm sorry-" they both started at the same time.
Then, they laughed lightly, breaking the tension between them.
"You could start first, if you want," said Cho.
"Well, I'm really sorry about how I treated you last year. You deserved none of it," said Harry.
"No, Harry, it was-"
Harry held up a hand.
"Please let me finish," he said. "It was really insensitive of me when I yelled at you. It really was. And I've been spending some part, okay, most part of my summer thinking how much of an idiot I was and how I was going to apologize. I thought of lots of scenarios and finally decided that I would wait for the right moment and I've got a feeling that this is the right moment. I'm really and truly sorry, Cho."
It was all Cho could do to stop herself from hyperventilating. She really could believe that Harry was apologizing. She had always thought that she would be the one saying sorry.
"I'm sorry, too," was all that Cho could say.
I'm sorry, too? That's pathetic, Chang! Now, he's going to think that I'm completely and extremely pathetic! She thought to herself. He's going to walk out of the compartment right now. I just know it.
But that wasn't what Harry did. He smiled and held out his hand.
"Friends?" he asked.
No, Harry. I want to be more, she wanted to shout but didn't.
She shook Harry's hand and also smiled.
"Friends," confirmed Cho.
"Great!" said Harry, grinning. "What did you think of the Cannons beating the Bats?" he asked, making small talk.
Quidditch was the one thing he knew they had in common which didn't involve having a row.
Cho frowned a bit.
"You and your Muggle relatives watch Quidditch?" she asked.
According to her friends, Harry's Muggle relatives weren't very fond of Quidditch.
Harry chuckled.
"No! I think my uncle would go crazy if I even so much as mention flying brooms. They're not very into anything magical, you see. I watched the match with the Weasleys whom I stayed with during the summer," said Harry. "So.what did you think of the game?"
"I really didn't get to see it. My parents took me somewhere for the whole summer. I don't even remember the name of the place. I think Neus-something or other," said Cho. "Could you describe the match to me?"
"Okay, well, we all know that the Cannons are great and all but the Bats."
They stayed on the subject of the Cannons versus Bats match for an hour until Harry ended it with both the Seekers colliding into each other and grabbing the Snitch at the same time. The match ended up with a tie and it went down in history.
"Wow. The match sounded great. I wish I had been there," said Cho.
Harry grinned before glancing at his watch. His eyes widened. They only had ten more minutes until the train arrived at Hogwarts and both of them were still in their Muggled clothes.
"We've got ten more minutes till we reach school," said Harry.
"What?!" exclaimed Cho.
Harry nodded.
"Oh, bloody hell," cursed Cho, standing up almost immediately.
"Tsk, tsk, Ms. Chang. I never knew you possessed such vocabulary," teased Harry.
Cho stuck her tongue out at him.
"Shut it, Potter,"
***
"Fate!" Destiny shouted, suddenly appearing out of nowhere.
"Ah, Destiny, what are you doing here?" Fate asked as she looked up from the well.
"May I ask what you're looking at?" asked Destiny, his eyes straying to the well then back at Fate.
"Oh, this? Just the Chosen One's life," said Fate breezily with a careless wave of her wand.
Destiny's eyes narrowed.
"You're not meddling again, are you?" he asked.
"I wouldn't call it meddling, Destiny. It's.fate," said Fate as she smiled mischievously.
***
"Oi, Harry! Where've you been?" asked Ron as Harry reentered the compartment.
"I was taking a walk," lied Harry.
"For a whole hour?" Hermione said skeptically, still glaring at Ron.
Harry shrugged before gathering his robes. Just as he was straightening his tie, the train slowed to a stop.
***
Cho smiled at Harry as they saw each other in the mass of black robes. Harry smiled and waved before Cho got whisked away by her friends and much to Harry's relief Marietta Edgecombe wasn't with them.
"Who were you waving at, Harry?" asked Hermione.
"A friend," replied Harry with a wide smile.
Hermione raised an eyebrow as Ron looked around, looking for Neville Longbottom, a friend of theirs.
***
Well, that's it for the first chapter. Tell me what you like and don't like about it and I'll try to improve. I'll see you guys and gals in the next chapter! Bye!