It was cold once more; everything was dark. It was nothing all over again, but Harry wasn't there. Instead, there was a figure. She had multi-colored curls of all textures, this time tied into a braid. The braid was messy as the hair didn't obey very well.

Her many dark eyes were looking in the distance at something only she could see. Her skin still shone like marble, sharply contrasting with her blood-red dress. She was Fate. She laughed suddenly, with a delighted shock on her face.

"I have to ask Destiny about this!" She murmured excitedly, her eyes now focusing on the darkness around her. That's when a being of smoke and glass appeared. He came from the shadows. The only thing that didn't blend in was his glass eye filled with yellow smoke.

"Truth!" Fate exclaimed, surprised and now nervous. The smoke in his eye flashed orange for just a second before he regained his composure.

"Tell Destiny what, Fate?" Truth asked slowly, daring her to lie to him, the personification of all truths. Fate knew better. She sighed deeply, all her eyes closing.

"You remember that human boy? Harry Potter?" Fate asked calmly. Truth's smoke turned deep orange, verging on red. As much as Fate knew she and Truth were equals, there were moments when she feared his anger. This was one of those moments.

"You were told to leave him be." Truth said in a deadly calm tone, but the orange of his smoke gave his mood away. Fate sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. Such a human gesture for a being like her, but she's watched humans for so long.

"You know I can never leave things be, Truth." Truth made a disapproving noise, shaking his head. He turned away from her. Fate could still feel his lousy mood; it was a consuming thing. The smoke around him seemed less contained, swirling around.

The shape of his body became blurrier as the smoke that was him spread out, but he took a deep breath, and the smoke contained itself. He turned back to Fate, the smoke a lighter orange.

"You're an idiot." He hissed the words like venom. Truth crept up to her till Fate stared right into his glass eye. Fate's eyes narrowed, her mouth taunt, and her arms crossed.

"Don't speak to me that way!" Fate demanded indignantly. Fate hated when others spoke down to her. She deserved just as much respect as they did. Truth chuckled darkly, smoky hand resting on her shoulder.

"You're my little sister, Fate. I speak to you how I want." Fate shrugged him off her, face livid. He always used that against her. Truth gave her some space; his smoke had faded to yellow. Slightly annoyed.

"Well, why were you investigating?" He asked. Fate almost didn't tell him; he didn't deserve to know. But Fate knew that Truth would find out, no matter what.

"I was just curious." Fate said defensively, arms still crossed. She knew she resembled a child, but she didn't care. Truth's smoke flashed orange, and he made an aggravated noise.

"What did you find out, then?" Truth asked, impatience leaking into his voice. Fate raised an eyebrow at him.

"Why do you want to know?" She asked; her words held a hidden accusation. He was curious, and Fate knew that. How dare Truth shame her when he too wished to know? Hypocrisy. Truth snarled at her, sounding much like a rabid dog.

Like a vicious animal that belonged in the wild instead of the deity he was. His smoke was red now, and Fate smirked at him. A spiteful look that only showed her dislike. His figure was getting blurry now, but her own temper was rising.

All her eyes were narrowed; there was a red glint to them now. All her tendrils seemed to vibrate with electricity, beautiful as they were threatening. She resembled Medusa in how her hair moved like snakes, breaking free of the braid.

Truth got a hold of himself first; he took a deep breath, and his smoke receded. His eye faded to that murky yellow, and Fate was almost disappointed. It felt so good to be angry at him, but she too calmed. They sat in silence for a good while, staring at each other.

Now that her emotions had left, she felt awkward. Maybe she overacted, but so did he. She thought she had to say something anyway because she knew he wouldn't.

"There's a new path that Harry has gone down. A path I hadn't foreseen." Fate said; she tried to hide her excitement while saying it. It was beyond rare for her to miss something, but somehow, she had. Fate suspected it was because she gave him a second chance.

"What?" Truth sounded surprised, his dark arms crossed. Fate nodded quickly; she failed to suppress her grin.

"I need to see if Destiny knows any more about it..." Truth's smoke turned a strange lavender, a color Fate had rarely seen before.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" He asked. He sounded pretty wary, maybe even scared. Fate really couldn't blame him; their eldest sister was something else. She was a colossal creature with lifeless eyes and a constant blank expression.

But she was powerful, almost as much as their parents. In her proper form, she was pure light, a ball of fire. Fate wouldn't go to her if she wasn't this curious.

"Yes, I'm certain." Fate didn't sound as sure as she wanted; her hands shook despite herself. Truth sighed, his head shaking. The purple smoke was mixed with orange, a peculiar mash of colors.

"Fine. But only because I know you're stubborn as a bull, and I don't want you to go to her alone." Truth said reluctantly, but Fate had a suspicion it wasn't just that. He wanted to know too, but ironically enough, he was rather good at lying.

Before she had time to collect herself, Truth grabbed her shoulder. Fate's eyes widened in shock, and she could just tell he was amused by that.

"Wa-" She didn't even get to finish the word as they disappeared in black smoke. She was whisked away, her feet left the ground. She collapsed onto a solid floor, feeling nauseous, while Truth landed on his feet gracefully. He chuckled at Fate before going silent when he saw Destiny.

She lounged on a throne of gold, her hair a sandy bob. Her skin matched the throne exactly, making it appear an extension of herself. She had two eyes; both were white. She had plump, pouty lips and a medium nose.

Destiny's robes were white. She laid back on the throne, her left leg over her right. An attempt at causality, but the way her nails dug into the sides of her throne gave her aw. Her face showed nothing, an impassive mask.

"Fate, get up!" Truth hissed, lightly kicking her leg. Fate rises, trying to push down the dizzy feeling. Her eyes grow as she takes in the scene. She straightens herself, standing right next to Truth.

"Fate. Truth. I am honored to see my dear siblings once again." Her voice was so monotone, Fate winced. Truth's smoke was dark mauve now. Fate regrets this immediately.

"Fate? Truth?" asked a masculine voice, and its emotion was like a balm to Fate. It was Magic, who smiled when he saw them. He had dark purple skin and curly white hair to his shoulders. His two eyes were gold, and his ears were pointed and long. His robe was styled like a mage and colored dark blue.

He was slightly smaller than Fate and Truth, but he looked like a dwarf compared to Destiny. Magic seemed friendly enough, but there was a glint in his eye. Magic was like an ocean, unpredictable. One minute the waves could be gentle; the next, a tsunami could hit.

But compared to Destiny, he was a welcome presence. Despite his more diminutive stature, Fate smiled wide at Magic, and he scooped her into a hug. He laughed warmly, twirling her around. Fate had to hold back vomit, still reeling from the teleportation. He placed her back down.

His reaction to Truth was icy when compared to the friendliness she got. Magic offered his hand out to Truth, and Truth just sniffed. His purple smoke mixed with orange. Truth never liked Magic because magic wasn't a linear thing.

Rules didn't apply to magic; sometimes, the truth was bent in magic. Magic didn't like Truth either. Magic lowered his hand, and they glared at each other for a tense moment before Magic took a few steps back. He plastered a smile on his face, this time, it was fake.

"It's so good to see my sweet siblings! What brings you here?" He asked, just looking at Fate. Her eyes darted to Destiny, who watched the interaction with a predatory stare before smiling nervously at Magic.

"Oh, nothing really! I just got to ask Destiny something." Magic hummed in understanding, his head nodding.

"I was summoned here by Destiny, as was Love." Magic explained. Fate peered around at his statement; her eyebrows furrowed.

"Right here, darling!" A voice purred, and Fate looked behind her. Love was there, walking towards them. Love was the size of a rather tall human. She was curvy with long wavy hot pink hair. Her skin was a lighter, bubblegum pink. Her eyes were slanted like a cat and red as a rose.

Love wasn't just romantic love, but she was a flirt. She was all forms of love. The love from a mother or a brother. The love between friends. That first spark when you meet someone you think you could be in love with or the love after a lifetime of marriage.

Her twin brother Hate wasn't present, which was a surprise. They were practically joined at the hip. Opposites in every way, but they came with each other. Her white-feathered wings were spread out behind her, and she strutted, her dark pink robe moving with her.

When she finally stood next to them, Fate rolled her eyes. Love always had to make a scene; Fate was convinced she was crazy.

"Where's Hate, Love?" Asked Magic curiously, Love waved his question away with her dainty hand.

"Destiny asked for just me." Love said simply, a coy smile on her face, and Magic shook his head. Suddenly, Destiny stood, and everyone's eyes were on her. She filled the room with a sense of dread as she stood, tall as a tower.

"You're all here now," Destiny said, her voice dead, her hands clasped in front of her. All paid attention now; they stood straight as arrows.

"A destiny is being changed. The destiny of a wizard boy you know well, Fate." Destiny's eyes shot to Fate's, those horrible unseeing eyes. Her eyes shone with fury, despite her emotionless tone. Fate gulped; she could feel sweat falling down her forehead.

"Harry's destiny was once to defeat Voldemort. His friends aided him. It was all based on luck. I was disappointed when he failed. Death was ready to take him to where he belonged. Where he'd sit in stasis for eternity because he failed. It was fair." Her eyes were burning rage, while her voice was Icey calm.

"It wasn't fair!" Fate shouted; she couldn't help her outburst. She'd seen how little chance he had. The odds were stacked against him. There were precisely three successful paths he could take out of a million failed ones. Fate's eyes were sparkling red, and her hair was turning electric.
Everyone else was weary. Truth was passed that. His smoke was so purple it looked blue.

"Don't you dare interrupt me." Destiny drawled; her voice was like spiders crawling down Fate's spine.

"You changed Harry's fate. You abused your power. He went down a path that ended with failure and death, and you gave him a second chance." Destiny turned to Truth, her eyes a boiling pot of acid.

"And you dared to give Harry information he shouldn't have. You dared tell him who he was when he never was supposed to know." Truth said nothing, and Fate felt terrible. She dragged him into this; she coerced him into helping her.

"You both dared change one of my more important destinies." Fate felt no guilt. She'd done what she thought was right. But Destiny's eyes started to glow, turning bright white. They all took many steps back, fear showing on all their faces.

"Harry Potter will slay Voldemort with a girl by his side. They need each other, bound by Destiny and Love. They'll learn from each other, and they'll grow together. He'll face Voldemort with her loyalty and love behind him. Then, after all that pain, he'll get the life he so wishes for." Destiny says in a deep voice before falling over.

Love and Magic rush over, but Destiny waves them away. Fate is absorbing Destiny's words, a smile forming on her face. It's what she saw, and it wasn't that impossible. This time, he had a chance to fulfill his destiny, and Fate was rooting for him.

Yeah, sorry this was delayed! I was busy writing my novel...Yeah that's right, I'm writing a damn novel! Anyone I hope you liked the characters. There all personifications of concepts and all have their flaws. Destiny is cold and no nonsense because that's how destiny is, it is how it is and you can't throw a fit. Magic is wild, light and darkness, unpredictable and powerful. Love is warm and expresses herself confidently and obviously. Anyway thanks for reading, sorry this has no Harry!

-Lemon Nugget