Ironies of Fate

Disclaimer: All of this is based upon the lovely J.K. Rowling's work.

(…): Random thoughts or ideas

Italics: Thoughts and emphasis

Warnings: None

Fate is a tricky one, you know. She absolutely loves irony.

She gave me a simple task, an incredibly simple one really. I was to watch over the young of the wizarding world. I was to protect them and nurture them.

And I did just that. I did what I was assigned to do.

But Fate gave me another task, just one other… I was to protect the wizarding world. I was to save it from evil and corruption and lies and betrayal. Basically, I was to save it from itself.

For a time, I succeeded. I protected the wizards during the crisis with the Founders, in which Godric went mad and Salazar left the school. I protected the wizards during the countless uprisings of Dark Lords and Ladies – and a few Light Lords and Ladies as well. I protected them during their various wars against the goblins, the werewolves, the vampires, etc… wars that the wizards actually started.

But then the real challenge arrived, then he came… and his name … Albus Dumbledore.

I watched him, you know… the entire time. I watched as he schemed and plotted. I watched as he tore the wizarding world apart and tried to remake it in his image. I watched as he destroyed countless lives.

Sure, I tried to dissuade him. I tried to tell him that what he was doing was wrong – so very wrong – but it's not like he actually listened. Sure, I warned the magical world, but it's not like they listened either. They never do.

They just ignored me… ignored all of my warnings, my counsel, my concerns. They ignored me because, to them, I am nothing but an object, a thing. To them, I am not even truly alive and, most certainly, I am not considered a person. Even after one thousand years, I am still a thing to them, just a thing.

The irony is not lost on me. Fate simply loves irony.

I tried my best to stop him, you know, and when I discovered that I couldn't, I kept him here – with me – so that I could watch him. So that I could warn others of his actions. But, in the end, it just wasn't enough. Only a handful of people actually believed me and, even with all of us banding together, we just barely succeeded… and at such a terrible cost.

Some lost their freedom. Some lost their friends. Some lost their lives. But we succeeded. We won.

And now it is happening again. Now the evil is gathering again. The Light is tainted and the Darkness looms. With only the Shadows in the middle to save us all.

The Shadows… us… my friends and me… Fate has decreed that we will once again save the wizarding world from itself.

But this is a prophecy I am talking about… something notoriously ambiguous. For all I know, the Shadows in the middle could be referring to the Circle of Circe or the Goblin Fire Brigade or the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare.

How am I to know that it refers to us?

But deep in my heart – or the thing inside me that passes for one – I know that it is us. It has to be… there really isn't anyone else willing to stand up against the onslaught.

The new war has already begun. The Order has been decimated, not once, but twice. First, in the attack that killed Tonks and three other members. Then, in the following attack a week later… the one that killed the head of the Weasley Clan, Arthur.

The Death Eaters are once more growing in number, for they are recruiting from around the world now… not just in Britain. They are becoming more aggressive too – if that is even possible. They have already launched two separate attacks on the Order, as well as one against the goblins and another against one of the vampire groups, the Noxius Clan.

As for the wizarding world itself… well, I can honestly say that it is no longer stagnating. Oh, no. It is not stagnating… it is backsliding. It is actually more prejudice and corrupt than it was before the entire Voldemort debacle. It is weaker too.

I find it highly amusing that the vaunted and oh-so-mighty wizards could not defend themselves against the Death Eaters – their own species by the way. While the "weak and worthless" goblins and vampires not only managed to hold back the evil-doers but actually defeated them, having no fatalities and few casualties during the attacks.

Isn't that just ironic?

I have this sneaking suspicion that Fate has it in for the wizards – well, at least most of them.

She, Fate, still likes Harry. I think that she feels guilty over the first prophecy; she probably feels bad about the second one as well. But Harry is her champion… the one that fights the good fight – and all the rest of that spiel – for her. Plus, he and his friends are basically the only ones willing to fulfill the blasted thing, so the job automatically goes to us.

But I don't think that we will be enough… not this time. We need help. We need allies.

Maybe Fate will be kind enough to send us some.

But, knowing our luck and Fate's love for irony, they won't be what we are expecting.

Ever Hopeful,

Azar

Special thanks Hobbit-Tabby for the beta.