((Put him under the mary sue litmus test. Again he scored well below 'sue' range. Yes he's easy to hate. But that's oddly something that helps him NOT be a stu in the first place. And yes I had this planned from the beginning.))

Harry Potter and the Fate of Destiny

Part 6

Harry and I had continued to spend time together in his 'detentions'. However, we never really did come to see eye to eye. I continued to look down on him as if he was beneath me, even though I had already had my pride broken down. Still, I felt superior to Harry Potter. As if I was his better.

I already knew I had once again failed to make any friends and alienated the ones I could have potentially had. So I finally had discarded the idea of gaining any friends at all.

Every once in a while Harry would rub his hand but I didn't pay it any attention. His oddities weren't really my business. Just making sure the idiot might stay alive was. However, when finding out about the blood quill and how it had been used against Potter I couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty. I should have caught it, but caught up in myself I had missed it. Thankfully it had been taken care of. However, Umbridge eventually Evicted Dumbledore from the school and to my surprise it turned out Harry had been leading a self defense course.

Who would have guessed?

Still he had OWLs to study for and because of Dumbledore's eviction Harry and my sessions came to an end; giving me more time to study for the tests ahead.

The transfiguration Teacher was struck down under a hail of stunners one night, and that was more than a bit unnerving but it wasn't until a particular OWL where Harry Potter collapsed clutching his scar did I take notice.

People didn't just collapse for no good reason. Surely there was something afoot. It was then I decided to trail Harry, and to my surprise I overheard him whispering to his two friends.

"I have to save him! Sirius needs me!"

My heart stopped. Apparently that black out of Potter's had more meaning to it than what I first expected. His godfather was in danger was he?

It might be stupid but... A life was a life and an innocent was an innocent. Taking a deep breath to stood and headed towards them and by the time I caught up to them Luna Lovegood; a quirky Forth Year Ravenclaw, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley were all in the corridor gathered.

Harry was whispering a plan in an urgent voice, reminding them that they needed to save his godfather.

"I can't say I care about any one of you but... Do you believe your godfather is truly in danger?" I asked ignoring Ron completely.

Harry was about to bite out a reply such as 'it's none of your business!', which if I was honest with myself it really wasn't. Still, to my surprise he merely nodded.

I merely gave a half nod.

"I'll lend a hand if you'll have me." I offered.

Harry frowned and was obviously about to reject before I raised a hand. Part of me wondered why I was doing this savior or no savior. I didn't like Potter, and he didn't like me. Still, I had to put that aside for now.

"It's going to be dangerous right?"

"Well..." Harry stopped before nodding slowly.

I was actually really surprised that none of them had started shouting at me.

"Then you'll need the extra firepower." Not to mention that I felt it best to trail him.

After all, Dumbledore had asked me to help. There was no way he was ready to face Voldemort at his full power yet. At the least I could distract the dark wizard long enough for him to run if that happened.

"I'm not asking you to like me, shoot hate me for all I care, but let me help here. This is bigger than both of us." I added hurriedly.

Harry pondered that for a moment before I spoke once more.

"Besides it'll help your godfather Black."

"How do you-" Hermione gasped to which I fixed an intent look at her.

"If you have midnight conversations with Azkaban escapees the common room does not a secure location make." I replied dryly and continued as if I hadn't been interrupted.

"He's innocent according to Dumbledore and while I'm not sure why I trust that. So..." I gave Harry a questioning look.

"Fine, we're wasting time anyways!"

We then attempted to break into Umbridge's office to use her personal floo where Harry Ron and Hermione were captured.

I on the other hand had been captured by Crabbe and Goyle. I'd never be able to live it down either. In case you were wondering I later changed the story to say that it took Crabbe, Goyle, Draco Malfoy and his girlfriend Pansy Parkinson to finish me off.

Harry's crew never believed it though...

At any rate, Hermione used that brilliant mind of hers and somehow managed to get Harry and herself alone with the toad. Meanwhile Neville managed to rally the rest of us.

I was actually impressed with the normally shy Gryffindor. He had managed to get us to work together to Draco Malfoy and his goons.

Turns out Nev was also a leader. Who would have pictured it?

Well, after all the interruptions, and distractions we somehow made it to the Ministry riding invisible horses of all the things. It was creepy it was eerie and I knew if I looked down I was going to be sick. I was just glad Luna was steering the horse. I was too busy clinging to her back.

Another thing they ministry crew would laugh at me for later I was sure.

Long eerie trips aside we somehow all managed to squeeze into a pay phone booth and Harry had Luna dial 'M-A-G-I-C'.

Wow, that was an interesting code to ensure that people didn't get in... As the booth tumbled below ground Harry tossed us our badges and I secured mine to my robe with my left arm as my right was pinned under Neville's back and against the booth's wall.

"Right. Let's go." Harry's tone had changed.

He... Had taken the tone of a leader and I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe... Maybe there was more to Potter than I first gave him credit for.

He had me take the far left flank. I was beside Ginerva Weasley and she was beside Luna Lovegood. The rest of the party made up the center; lead by Ron, Harry and Hermione while Neville took the right flank. It just showed how much he trusted Neville and not me I supposed.

Down past the atrium and it's absurd golden monument, into another elevator and to the very bottom floor of the ministry itself.

"Stay sharp. We're just here to save my godfather and get out." Harry reminded us before he led us through a dozen more corridors and chambers.

One chamber had an odd archway and another had a bunch of jars with... well giant brains. Okay, who managed to dissect me in the future multiple times and had the gall to lock my brain in jars?

So I was overly conceited. Whatever.

Eventually though we managed to make our way to a large room filled with 'bookshelves' containing nothing but golden balls.

"Row Ninety Three." Harry said as he began to run; surprisingly quiet.

I followed the rest of them as well as I could, attempting to keep it down too.

"Something isn't right... There's been no guards in the entire ministry even. Isn't that strange?" I mused aloud yet no one seemed to notice.

Eventually he came to the row in question. Row 93. No godfather, but we did find an orb that had Harry Potter's name on it. Hermione urged him not to pick it up, but he did.

Great. Death Eaters. I get to fight for my life now. Yippie.

"Don't move till I tell you to." Harry's muttered command was relayed by Luna to which I only gave a faint nod, barely perceptible.

"And when it's time, hit the shelves." Harry's order made its way down to Luna again and thus me too.

The leader of the Death Eaters and Potter had a quick discussion. Harry Potter was merely trying to buy time. But if that was a prophecy about him and Voldemort... I had a suspicion that it wasn't going to be good news for the Gryffindor golden boy.

"NOW." Harry roared casting a reductor at the Death Eaters and we fired our salvo of attacks at the shelves, causing orbs to fly about in every direction.

"RUN!" Harry's barked command brooked no argument, nor was I inclined to argue anyways!

What had happened? How had they managed to convince Harry Potter that his godfather was captured or prepare such a trap in the first place? It seemed as if he had truly been captured. Even I had been fooled...

I can't really recall most of the run back, only feeling a crucio brush my hair, nearly close enough to hit.

They were using unforgivables on students? It wasn't wholly surprising but... I couldn't later think that that was under the belt even for bloodthirsty psychos.

Eventually I found myself in a room, unsure as to where I was. But on the whole I was... Alone.

Ducking under a desk I shook for a moment. I... I wasn't scared was I?

Okay maybe I was. But... I wasn't going to just hide and beg for mercy either. Scared yes... But... It wasn't the absence of fear that courage was...

"Pull it together. I can be scared. But don't go dying quivering under a desk. If I'm to die... I'll take them with me!" I snarled before forcing myself back up wand in hand.

Forcing myself to look about I realized I seriously had no idea where I was. At that I took a deep breath when I heard a scream of pain. I knew I'd be running into more fights but I also knew that's where the others were.

"I can do this. I can do this." I repeated the mantra in my head as I finally opened the door.

In my immediate front there were two death eaters. I took a bated breath before summoning a long table towards me with a muttered Accio. Surprised the Death Eaters turned about to curse me but the table I had called slammed into their backs, thereby slamming their heads against the wall. To my relief neither got back up.

I was lucky. I then carefully stepped over the table and towards the two girls. Luna and Ginny. Both were pretty battered.

"Sorry I wasn't around for the party." I managed to say in a slightly squeaky voice.

"Just glad you showed up when you did!" Ginny grinned, amused at my antics.

"Uh... Thanks." I managed to say without flushing too badly and then continued as if I wasn't embarrassed at all.

"So where's the others?"

"I don't know. But they're probably down the hall a ways." Luna gestured.

I gave a faint nod.

"Can you handle the rest?"

Luna made a small shooing motion and I understood what she indicated.

"Later!"

I was acting the part of a hero! It was kind of... Intoxicating actually.

At any rate I eventually ran into Ron who was fighting some sort of odd brain. I ignored him. Sure he was an 'ally' right now but he was also a monster. If he died I wouldn't be too upset. Anyways, I eventually ran into Harry and Hermione fighting in a room full of time turners, they banished a death eater into them, forcing the death Eater's head to age and de-age rapidly.

However, the silenced death eater hadn't been completely disabled and flung a curse at me. To say I hadn't expected it was an understatement. A deep gash appeared and I felt blood begin to roll down my chest.

Well at least I had been here... I thought as I dropped to my knees. Harry and Hermione had dispatched the death eater in a moment as I toppled.

I was well aware that I was the target merely because I had been closest, standing practically next to the silenced Death Eater. If I hadn't been there then the next closest would have been... Hermione.

That was my last thought before slipping into the realm of blackness. I wouldn't wake until several hours later only to find Hermione sitting next to Ron's bed.

I groaned as I pushed myself up to my elbows. No cards, no flowers. Nothing. It... Kind of hurt actually.

"What happened?" I groaned feeling my chest burn.

However, I wasn't going to stay in this hospital wing with-

"No you don't Mr. Lammings." The nurse frowned pushing me back down.

"Guh." I stated eloquently.

"David you're up?" Hermione turned to face me, her eyes conflicted.

"Yeah. Did they... Get the prophesy?" I asked gnawing on my lip.

Hermione shook her head.

"No, it was destroyed before Voldemort heard it."

I felt nothing but relief.

"Good...I'm guessing your boy wonder isn't taking it well."

I felt a little bitter though. I was so sure I was going to be the hero this time! It would have been a nice change.

"Harry? No... He's been upset since his godfather was captured."

"He wasn't even there!" I protested before groaning.

That had not been a good idea. Keep it low key and easy for now.

"He was after he found out Harry was there. Harry managed to save his godfather's life with some quick thinking and a little bit of help from me but the ministry arrested him. They're... Going to give him the kiss." Hermione wiped her nose, her eyes having tears roll down her face.

"Accursed Ministry..." I grumbled.

"That decision has been delayed Mr. Lammings and Miss. Granger." A weary voice commented as he entered the room.

"What?" Hermione and I asked at the same time.

"Considering he was fighting to protect Mr. Potter they decided to reconsider their stance."

I nodded at that.

"Professor... About that prophesy... I've got a feeling I know what it said."

"What?" The headmaster's eyes raised.

"What else could it be? Either it's that he beats Voldemort, gets beat by him, or somehow one of the two converts to the opposing side. I doubt it'd be stupid enough to suggest that they have a baby or something together." I added dryly.

Dumbledore sighed.

"Mr. Lammings you're entirely too keen for your own good."

"It's not really my business. But if he's destined to shut down Voldemort I hope you've got a plan. Sure Potter's... Not quite as bad as I first thought though that anger issue is a problem-" At this Dumbledore interrupted.

"I highly doubt that volatile anger will return again." The headmaster smiled as he took a seat across from me.

"Why is that?" I demanded.

"Voldemort has been pushing his own rage into Mr. Potter all year now. Most of the anger you've seen wasn't his but that of his enemy."

I blinked. He wasn't actually that angry all the...? Wow did I feel stupid.

"I... Need to apologize to him then. I... Misjudged him." I ground out.

Admitting that was really... Upsetting. I was almost never wrong about people!

"What about Ron?" Hermione demanded.

"I've talked to him enough in person to know I haven't misjudged him. Harry yes, I was apparently dead wrong about. Ron? I wasn't even close to wrong." I replied hotly.

However the pain in my chest flared for a moment and I let my head collapse against the pillows.

"Gah..."

"Mr. Lammings what do you mean about Mr. Weasley?" Headmaster Dumbledore asked suddenly, his eyes serious.

"Well.." I coughed slightly as the nurse arrived and forced a dozen terrible potions down my throat.

Yuck.

After I managed not to gag I started to speak. Revealing all my findings to the headmaster.

"Are you lying Mr. Lammings?" The headmaster demanded looking into my eyes intently.

"What do I have to gain from lying about this? Nothing." I replied before he stopped looking into my head.

I knew he was preforming that mind art of his, but I also knew that I wouldn't be able to keep him out anyways.

The next several weeks passed, and while Ron was released well before me I was kept in the infirmary even after school let out until the wound would fully heal.

I had... Gone home the way I came. Friendless. I didn't save the wizarding world. I didn't really do anything. And Dumbledore never even passed on my worries of Ron to the others, and Hermione didn't believe my words once again.

The only thing I managed to do was get a good score and feel halfway proud that I had fought in the Ministry Battle.

I read the papers as Voldemort rose to more terrible heights, the death of Dumbledore, and Harry's eventual victory.

I hadn't helped after all...

Everything I did had amounted to nothing. All my attempts to help had only hindered. Ron still abandoned them. Ron and Hermione were dating and on the verge of Marriage and I was merely a clerk at a local store.

My brilliant mind had gone to waste. The story of David Lammings wasn't that of a hero, but of a failure...

This could very well be the ending to the story. If I post another 'part' I'll post it all together as its own story as Six parts is a bit more than a 'Tale of Singularity' indicates. Wow I didn't think I'd feel this bad for him. Of course I took everything FROM him in the end so...

But seriously how was he ever a stu?