"Oh Harry. Such a naïve adolescent soul. Truly, I had fun molding you. Such prospects, a wonderful future you held. If only you had made the right decisions, and meeting Ronald Weasley was certainly not one of them. He was such a dull character to make, his string a pale brown. Yet Molly Prewitt-er, I guess Weasley- just had to add onto her collection of children. I don't tend to listen to people's wishes, but once in a blue moon I feel compassion and grant them their nonsensical pleas. So you decided to find the first wizarding family you came across, and it was them. Figures" the man groaned. Harry's brow raised higher with every word.
"Excuse me, sir, you still have not told me who you are" said Harry, growing impatient. The man jumped at his voice, acknowledging once more his prescence. "Have I not introduced myself? I am sorry, how terribly rude I must seem. Indeed, it has been awhile since I have visited a human, I have forgotten my manners. Although I would have thought you'd have figured out by now. Boy, I am Fate" he finished.