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Chapter 8- Dinner with Destiny, Dance With Fate
Harry was dreaming, that much he could tell straight off. He groaned inwardly. This was bad. The last time he'd had a dream, it had caused everyone trouble.
This dreamed seemed different though. The more and more he saw, the less and less likely it seemed that Voldemort or Nagini would just pop up.
For one thing, the room was well lit. Chandeliers, candles, fireplace, you name it. For another… it was a large dining room. Now who is going to attack you in a large, well-lit dining room? No one. Exactly.
As his eyes scanned the room for a second time, he noticed something that wasn't there before. Someone actually. At the end of the long table sat a relatively young woman. Her long brunette curls framed her thin face perfectly and her amber eyes danced in the light. She was dressed in an ancient Roman type toga and wore golden sandals on her feet.
Glancing down at himself, Harry realized for the first time that he was dressed similarly in a toga virilis.
"Welcome," the woman said. "I am Destini. Please, sit."
"Destiny?" Harry asked. Four seconds into the conversation and he was already confused.
"No dear," Destini said, shaking her head and laughing joyously. "With a 'i'." She made a slashing and poking motion in the air with her finger that resembled an 'i'.
"Oh," Harry said, feeling rather stupid. It felt as though speech bubbles were appearing above his head as he spoke and Destini could read them.
"Sit down," said Destini for the second time.
Harry sat down in a chair next to Destini. Destini wave a manicured hand and a feast appeared on the table. "Eat," she urged him as she filled her own plate with everything ranging from chicken to watermelon.
Harry needed not be told twice. Dream this may be, but he was realistically hungry.
"So Harry," Destini said once they'd finished eating. "How do you like it here?"
"Where is here?" Harry asked.
"Nowhere really," Destini answered offhandedly. "Makes no difference."
"Well… then why am I here?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see firsthand how you were doing," Destini replied. "You are one of our biggest clients you know."
"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "I don't. You said 'our', as in plural… who is 'our'?"
"Me and my sister, of course," she said. "You'll meet Fayte later, I'm sure. She'll want to talk to you as well. So, how are you doing Harry?"
"Fine…" Harry answered cautiously. "Who are you?"
Destini looked momentarily puzzled. "I told you. I am Destini. It's my name and profession you know."
"Not sure I do," he said as he re-inspected her.
Destini sighed. "Basically," she said. "I am the one who provides prophecies and allows mortals to See."
"You allow us to see?" Harry asked incredulously.
"No sweetie… I allow you to See," she corrected. "There is a difference between seeing and Seeing."
"Oh, is there?"
"Yes, there is. And you my dear, are a Seer."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked. She merely smiled at him, and the room slowly disappeared, along with the mysterious brunette called Destini.
A new room gradually slid into focus. It was a large, elegant ballroom, and Harry was surrounded by extravagantly dressed dancing couples.
A blonde haired woman wearing a Victorian England style ball gown walked up to him and grabbed both of his hands. She placed one of his hands on her waist, one of her hands on his shoulder and held his other hand firmly in her own.
"I am Fayte," she said gracefully as she began to lead him through the steps of a waltz.
Harry groaned. "Destini and Fate."
"No Harry. Fayte, not Fate," the blonde corrected. She looked into his malachite eyes, which were the same color of her own, and said very seriously, "You dance like an untrained monkey."
"I've never really danced before," Harry said dryly as he accidentally stepped on her foot.
"Lair," said Fayte. "Fourth year. You took Parvati Patil and you danced."
"Not for very long," he argued.
"But still…" Fayte trailed off. "How are you?"
"Fine," Harry answered. Why do you care?"
Fayte smiled wryly. "Because you're a very important person, that's why."
"You're sister said that too," Harry commented. Amazingly, his dancing was getting better as he went.
"Did she?"
"Yes, she did."
Fayte chuckled. "Well, we are sisters. Anyway, how is Dracie?"
"Fine."
They danced in silence for a few minutes, then Fayte stopped suddenly. "Lily said that she'll see you on the next new moon."
"Lily? My mother? You spoke to her?" Harry asked frantically.
"Wake up Harry," Fayte said. "You have a visitor." Harry felt a jolt around the area of his stomach and everything went black.
-tbc-
A.N. Now I'm pretty sure that this chapter made not much sense, but it does play a semi-significant part in the bigger story. Next chapter will have fluffiness. :D P.S. Check out my new story: Taking Over Me!
