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Hands of Fate	By : LunaGrrl Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2957 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Hands of Fate

Author: Luna

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Archive: Full Moon Romper Room, Tainted Fiction, Luna�s Night Moves�anyone else, please, just ask.

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations.

Warnings: Underage sex!! (Let�s face it if they�re at Hogwarts they ARE underage! 8-P)

Pairings: Aislinn/Draco Malfoy, Abigail/Blaise Zabini, Martika/Viktor Krum, Kaleaha/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Brothers Entertainment do not authorize this author. All characters that you recognize belong to J. K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and/or Warner Brothers Entertainment. Nothing is being gained from this work of fiction.

Summary: The fate of an entire race rests on their shoulders. Will they fold to destiny or will they fight it?

Author�s Note: As always with my stories I�m going to be using these characters as I see fit. I will be ignoring anything that I want to and that irritates me. This story qualifies as AU because let�s face it Krum left after GoF. If any of this bothers you save both our sanity and STOP READING NOW!!!

Anything else: Yes, I�d like to thank Kat for all her help over the little speed bumps in writing and a most awesome banner! I know that she would deny it if asked but she was a great help to me. Also thanks must be given to my extremely supportive and loverly sister Dayla. Last but certainly not least; I�d like to thank Maggie not only for being a wonderful friend but a terrific beta. I love you girls!!!
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Chapter Three

There in the middle of the Great Hall stood four robed figures. The capes were eerily reminiscent of the dementors though in reality they bore no real resemblance to the flowing tattered rags the soul-stealing creatures wore. It was the power swirling around the foursome that had the students and some of the faculty reaching for their wands.

�I assure you that is not necessary,� came the calming voice of Dumbledore, his ever present smile on his face. Most of those assembled eased their hands ways from their robes. However there were a few that stubbornly clutched their wands as if it was some kind of teddy bear.

The quartet never moved didn�t even bother to raise their heads as the others had moved around them. It was down right disconcerting to have them surrounded by talented wizards and witches yet never have their supposed enemy flinch. It just wasn�t natural.

A group of young men wasn�t so sure of their headmaster�s grip on sanity. Under normal conditions these young men would never have stood side by side yet in the face of some unknown threat they had banded together. Past animosities were laid to rest for the moment while the current menace stood before them.

It was quite an odd sight to see Harry Potter shoulder to shoulder with none other than Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini standing next to Viktor Krum. It was strange enough of an occurrence for Ronald Weasley and Gregory Goyle to willingly be near each other. It was a fact that was not lost on the rest of the students.

Albus walked over to where the boys stood with their wands still naked in their hands. �Boys, there really is no reason for this.� He said the twinkle gone from his blue eyes.

The hall watched as one of the four lifted its head. Turquoise eyes shone brightly from the depths of the hood. �We were guaranteed that this was neutral ground and that no harm would come to us. Have we been misled?� A definitely feminine voice asked.

Dumbledore turned to face the young women. �My most humble apologies ladies. We were just seeing off our own girls. I assure you that this is still very much a safe place. You have caught my students off guard so you have caught them at their best and worst in this instance.� The light in his eyes was back.

The last girl in the line lifted her head. There were no eyes to be seen staring out at the sea of faces yet there were pinpoints of light dancing inside that hood where eyes should have been. �Even we have heard about the war, Headmaster.� Another female voice offered by way of apology for her cousin.

�I imagine that you more than most.� Albus replied cryptically.

The young woman gave a negligent shrug of her shoulders.

Minerva stepped forward. �Ladies, if would please join the others in the hall we can begin our evening.� She said not unkindly.

�As you wish Professor.� Answered a sweetly melodic voice. As one the four girls swept from the Great Hall to wait with the younger students in the foyer.

After the strange foursome left the room erupted in a shower of whispered conversations.

�Gentlemen, if you would, take your seats so we may begin.� The headmaster reminded the young men.

As if waking from a strange dream they finally looked at one another. The unlikely allies jumped apart as if burned glaring and sneering at one another. Finally the boys drifted off to join their houses at their appointed tables. It was only Viktor Krum that remained neutral about the entire situation. He sent a questioning glance at Dumbledore.

�If you would join the others in the hall we can get started.� He answered the unasked question.

A curt nod was all the response the headmaster got as he turned to join those who would need to be sorted this night.

In the hall Professor McGonagall was checking over her list to make sure that everyone was present and accounted for before leading them toward another room. Without another word she led her charges into a small antechamber. All of the students crowded waiting anxiously for the first glimpse of the larger room beyond.

The head of Gryffindor had given this speech so many times that it was rote by now. �Welcome to Hogwarts. The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony, because while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts.�(1)

At this point most of the students tuned her out. They were well aware of the sorting. It was what had caused nightmares for most of them. Friends that had been together since they were in nappies were likely to be separated. It was a highly emotional time for all of them.

McGonagall informed them that they would be in front of the entire student body soon and that they should make any last minute changes to their appearance they deemed necessary. Her sharp eyes landed on the four girls still hidden by their dark robes. With that said she swept from the room.

It was a very tense few minutes as they awaited the professor�s return. Some whispered nervously to those closest to them. The foursome was curiously silent as if they hadn�t a care in the world. The younger students envied their ability to hide their emotions so well.

Minerva came back with a barked command to form a line and follow her. The students filed out of the room some gasping as they got their first good look at the Great Hall. It was truly a sight to behold. Thousands upon thousands of candles floated in midair over four long tables. The ceiling overhead was charmed to match the evening sky outside. Over each table a banner signified which house it was. The Slytherin banner was emerald and silver with a picture of a snake coiled upon it. Gryffindor�s was scarlet and gold a lion was in sharp relief. Ravenclaw�s was blue and bronze an Eagle gracing the banner. Hufflepuff�s was yellow and black a badger curled in the center.

The students were left with little time to gaze upon the spectacle laid out before them. All too soon Professor McGongall was calling names. The first of the queer quartet to be called was someone called Aislinn Flamye. She seemed to float to the front of the hall appearing unconcerned about the lack of commotion. Standing next to the stool, which the hat was perched on, she flipped her hood back.

A single collective gasp went around the room. Never in all their fevered imaginings had they thought that any of the girls would look like that. Scarlet waves cascaded around a heart shaped face. Her turquoise eyes danced with mischief. Delicate hands lifted the hat reverently and placed it upon her head.

Her eyes slipped shut as she listened to whatever was being said, a curious smile on her lovely face. She seemed just as surprised as the rest of them when the hat proclaimed, �Gryffindor!�

Standing she returned the hat to its place of honor and went to join the others at her table. She had to consciously control the impulse to skip. It wasn�t that she didn�t love her cousins because she did. It was that sometimes she would like to be able to do things that did not include the rest of them.

Draco Malfoy sneered as the new girl seated herself at one of the middle tables. It wasn�t surprising that she had been placed in Gryffindor; after all look at all the Weasley�s that had been put into that house. He had told Pansy that not one of them was Slytherin material and it looked like he was right.

Gregory Goyle watched the young woman as she took a seat. She tickled a far distant memory but he decided that it was absolutely impossible for it to really be her. Besides, she�d never believe the lie he was selling to the rest of the school. He snorted. She�d see right through the lie that he was nothing more than dumb muscle for Malfoy to command.

They watched as other first years were sorted. Each of them eagerly scrambled toward their house table glad to be out of the spotlight. The students waited impatiently for the next girl to be called. Luckily for them they didn�t have to wait too much longer as the second girl, one named Abigail Knight, stepped forward.

She glided toward the stool pausing beside it for a moment before reaching pale hands up to slip her hood back. Porcelain skin was revealed along with the strangest blue green eyes they had ever seen. Her midnight blue hair shone under the candlelight making it look alternating blue then black depending upon the view one had.

Her face was devoid of any emotion as she gently placed the hat on her head. She could feel the magic in the item and respected it enough to allow it to work. The young woman�s nerves were strung taut as a bowstring while she waited to hear where she would be placed.

�Slytherin!� The hat exclaimed.

Straightening her shoulders she replaced the artifact. Her eyes met and caught Aislinn�s for a moment before sliding away. People would later comment on the seeming snub but those that knew Abigail would know what it cost her to break that gaze. Abby finally realized that she was going to be parted from her cousins. It may only be for a school year but nine months was an awfully long time to be separated from the only people she had ever known.

Unbeknownst to her several sets of eyes watched her move toward their table. Blaise hadn�t missed the stiffening of her shoulders as the hat had called out her house. It made him wonder if she were lying to herself or to everyone else. She was a puzzle all right and everyone knew how much he liked a good puzzle. He would find out what she was hiding.

Ron shook his head ruefully. It was obvious that she was just like the rest of the greasy gits if she had been placed in that house. It was a shame really. He might have liked getting to know her. However, Slytherins and Gryffindors hated each other on general principle. Any thought of being friendly to the new girl flew right out the window.

Several more students were quickly sorted before Viktor was called. In a move that surprised most of them he was sorted into Gryffindor. None of those assembled could understand how the hat had managed to come up with that one. However they were accustomed to strange things happening within these walls and the students went back to watching as more of the first years were sorted.

At last another of the curious girls was called, this one named Kaleaha Sun (which sounded curiously like soon). Her hands lifted the hood away from her face revealing a creamy complexion. Her blonde hair swirled around a triangular face and the biggest set of blue eyes. Her cheeks were lightly stained as if embarrassed by all the attention.

With meticulous care she lifted the careworn item settling it on her head. She felt foolish in the extreme to be wearing it. An answering chuckling hummed through her mind making her relax just a little so that the thing could do its job. Holding her breath she prayed that she would be placed with either of her cousins.

Alas that was not to be as the hat shouted, �Hufflepuff!�

A ripple of shock flowed through the crowd at this. They had assumed that all of them would be placed in one house. It was something of a surprise to have them, thus far, be evenly distributed among the houses. As the young woman stepped away she cast a glance at Abigail. Her heart broke as she watched her cousin�s lower lip tremble as she stared straight ahead. To most it would have appeared as if she was being ignored. Kaleaha knew better though. She knew her cousin was trying her hardest not to embarrass herself by crying like a child.

Anthony Goldstein watched as the beautiful blonde moved toward her table. He could tell that she had a generous heart. That much was obvious by the look she had sent toward the Slytherin table. It made him wonder what exactly her connection was to the other girl. Maybe he could find out. After all it seemed that she was an open enough person.

Unaware of his staring Harry watched the blonde. Just looking at her made his chest tight and ache with some unidentifiable need. He shook his dark head. He was being fanciful and he knew it. He dearly wished that Hermione were here. She�d be able to talk him back to normality. Kaleaha�s face was firmly etched upon his mind no matter how hard he tried to remove it.

It wasn�t long before the last of the strange girls was to be sorted, this one called Martika Tempest. Everyone held their breath as she walked over to the stool. As she approached the sorting hat she stood there a moment her eyes roving over the whole of the student body.

Flipping back her hood revealed lightly tanned skin that set off her ice blue eyes perfectly. Hair as dark as a raven�s wing flowed over her shoulders. The smile she bestowed upon them could only be called mischievous. One corner of her mouth twitched as she lovingly placed the hat upon her head. The power in the object could only be called soothing.

Her feet swung absently as she waited to hear what house she would be joining though she was pretty sure she already knew. Given the fact that her cousins already resided in the other houses there was really only one place for her to go.

�A very clever mind indeed,� the hat whispered into her head, �Since you already know the answer why don�t we share with the rest of the class.�

�As you wish,� she answered silently.

�Ravenclaw!� The hat shouted.

The irony of the situation was not lost on most of those assembled. Each of the girls had been sorted into the houses which had lost a girl in the exchange. She stood gracefully and like Kaleaha her eyes drifted over to Abby. The young woman stared straight ahead her eyes staring fixedly at the far wall. Sighing with regret she joined her table hoping that her cousin would find someone to help her adjust.

Viktor couldn�t tear his eyes from the young woman. She seemed to exude such confidence in this strange setting. It was something he wished he possessed. Apart from when he was flying he felt awkward, as if things constantly moved and changed before he was ready to adapt. As if sensing his eyes upon her she turned the full weight of her smile on him. He could feel his cheeks heating up and quickly ducked his head.

Ernie Macmillan watched as the young woman took her seat. Her actions had left him with the distinct impression that she did not take herself or those around her too seriously. It put him in the mind of Ron�s brothers Fred and George. They were always good for a laugh and he was pretty sure Martika would be no different.

Everyone refocused their attention as the last of the first years were sorted and accepted warmly by their houses. All of them were grateful that the ordeal was finally over. They listened with only half an ear as the headmaster warned them away from the Forbidden Forest as well as reminding them all that a list of prohibited items could be found in Mr. Filch�s office. As the last of Dumbledore�s words faded away the tables began filling with food.

Abigail�s hands had moved from the table to her lap where she clenched them tightly and tried to show how unaffected she was. It appeared that it wasn�t working quite as well as she hoped because she could hear them whispering about her still empty plate.

She wanted nothing more than to be back at home surrounded by all things familiar and comfortable. That was not to be and while logically she accepted what she had to do it didn�t make any easier to deal with. She dearly wished to touch someone and be touched in return but she would not show that kind of weakness. Her pride wouldn�t let her show how badly she needed the comfort.

Unaware of just how turbulent her thoughts were she continued to stare at nothing. Clouds began to gather overhead darkening the imposter sky. Lighting flashed. A great crack of thunder rumbled through the room. Students had stopped eating to watch the ceiling.

They looked at the sky then to Dumbledore who had his gazed fixed on the Hufflepuff table. The headmaster looked unconcerned about what was happening so the students went back to their meals and conversations.

Kaleaha had felt the old wizard�s eyes on her and knew what he was asking her to do. She looked towards Aislinn who met her eyes briefly before shrugging. That gaze said it best, �What are we gonna do?� The blonde took a deep breath ready to try and talk her cousin out of her current melancholy when the strangest thing happened.

If she hadn�t been watching she wouldn�t have believed it herself. A young man seated to her left, who was a good head and shoulders taller than the girl, leaned down to whisper something in Abigail�s ear. Her dark head snapped in his direction and from the look on her pretty face was ready to unleash some very nasty comments but they never left her lips.

Abigail stared at the young man beside her wondering if he, or perhaps she, had lost his mind. His voice had broken through the wall she had surrounded herself with. His touch had sparked something inside her. It was nothing like the feelings that her cousins had talked about. It felt familiar, comfortable. Without realizing she had done so she grasped his hand as he led them out from under the table.

Blaise wanted to stalk down to the end of the table and demand to know what the hell was going on. The strength of emotion caught him off guard. It took all of his considerable willpower not to even let his face show what he was feeling. He had no idea how one of Malfoy�s goons managed to extricate himself from the Slytherin prince and at this precise moment he didn�t care. All he wanted to do was beat Gregory Goyle to within an inch of his life.

The girls shared a questioning look. They weren�t sure what had happened. One moment it looked as if Abigail was going to unleash a torrent on the school; the next she was placidly watching the rest of the school. Aislinn breathed a sigh of relief. She did not want to have to deal with another one of Abby�s temper tantrums. She loved her cousin but sometimes the childish displays wore her nerves thin. Kaleaha was torn. She wanted to go over and make sure everything was all right but she also knew that Abigail wasn�t likely to give her a straight answer. With a sigh she turned and rejoined the conversation going on around her. Only Martika watched the couple with interest. Her icy blue eyes darted up to the ceiling once again showing a calm August evening. A speculative glint sparkled in her eyes as she went back to her meal.

Catching the gazes of both Kaleaha and Aislinn she mouthed, �Later.� They both nodded. There must be something very special about that young man if he could calm someone like Abigail. Martika resolved to get to the bottom of this and hopefully before the night was over.

(1) �The Sorcerer�s Stone� J.K. Rowling, 1997, Scholastic Publishing, New York, New York.
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