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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!!

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! Also even though if questioned she would deny it thanks need to go out to my loverly and terrific 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 Four

Martika managed to get a moment alone with both Aislinn and Kaleaha. The prefects for their houses had graciously agreed to come back and show them the way to their dormitories. It was a fact the three girls were grateful for since there had been absolutely no way for them to get Abigail alone. It gave them a chance to discuss what they had witnessed at dinner.

�So do you think it�s her mate?� Kaleaha ventured when neither girl seemed willing to speak.

The raven haired girl narrowed her eyes shrewdly. �No, I don�t think he was her mate, but he is familiar�or at least I think he is.�

Aislinn leveled an openly skeptical look on her cousin. �What in the name of Danu are you talking about?�

Sighing Martika ran a hand through her glossy locks. �Remember when we were about eight? That family that came to visit us... They had a boy our age who was glued to Abby�s side. Those two were thick as thieves that summer, you remember?�

Kaleaha was considering what her cousin had said. Aislinn still looked doubtful.

Martika stamped her foot. �Damn it! What was his name? It was unusual. I remember teasing him with some variation on it.�

The blonde�s eyes lit up as she suddenly recalled the name that her cousin was looking for. She pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle the giggles that were sure to erupt. Her blue eyes danced merrily as she thought about that young man. He had thought the world of Abby and tried, unsuccessfully, to impress her with his daring. The thing that had won the heir to Darkness was that he always let her hold his hand never bothering to ask why she would want to do such a thing.

�You know!� Aislinn accused.

�I do.� Kaleaha returned, giggles escaping despite her attempt to hold them back.

�All right super brain, tell us.� Martika demanded playfully nudging the blonde.

�Okay, but you�re going to be upset you didn�t remember first. After all it was you who christened him.� Kaleaha taunted.

�Oh stop being a tease and tell us already.� Aislinn snapped though the grin on her face sapped any true anger those words held.

�If I�m thinking about the same boy as Marti then it can be none other than Gargoyle.� She turned and slapped the dark haired girl. �You know that was a really unkind thing to do to him.�

Martika shrugged. �What can I say? I�m not a kind person. Besides, he deserved it teasing us the way he did.�

�Unfortunately Abigail told him the history behind gargoyles so that took any sting out of those words. If anything it pushed him to greater stupidity.� Aislinn remarked. �But we�re getting off track. We don�t even know that it is him.� She reminded her cousins.

Martika�s eyes took on a thoughtful light. The look on the dark haired girl�s face was one to rival her father�s, Winter. It was coldly calculating. Yet in this instance it was oddly comforting to see such a look. �Unless I miss my guess��

�And how often does that happen?� Aislinn asked archly.

�Not too often now shut up and listen.� Martika returned giving the other girl a reproving glare. �Unless I miss my guess,� she paused to see if the redhead was going to interrupt. When she didn�t the young woman continued. �It is him. Did you see the way he pulled her out of that funk?�

�Yes,� the pair agreed reluctantly.

�If he had been anyone else don�t you think we would have heard exactly what she had to say?�

�I don�t know.� Kaleaha said hesitantly, knowing full well that the look on Abigail�s face had promised dire repercussions. The only answer that fit was that it was Gargoyle.

�She might have just been grateful that anyone wanted to talk to her.� Aislinn offered though she didn�t really believe what she was saying.

�Uh-huh and that fits with Abby, how?�

�All right so it doesn�t, but that still doesn�t prove that it�s him.� The redhead said crossly.

�True, all we can do is watch and see what else we can find out.�

�Um, guys,� the blonde interrupted. �That�s the only answer that fits.� She held up her hands to forestall Aislinn�s words. �Just listen to me. I was close enough to see them. She was clutching his hand as if it were a lifeline; what�s more he didn�t seem to care. If it was just some random stranger even as hard as this is on her Abby wouldn�t do that, not publicly.�

Aislinn seemed to deflate a bit at that. If Kaleaha had said it then it was most likely the truth. �All right, say I agree with you that it is him; what do we do?�

�What do you mean?� The blonde asked clearly confused.

�We�re not eight any more.� Martika reminded the blonde.

�So what does that have to do with the price of tea in China?� Kaleaha questioned. Her pretty face was clouded with confusion.

The redhead sighed. �Sometimes Kay, you�re a bit too much like Abby.�

�And what is that supposed to mean?� The blonde�s voice was beginning to show the first hints of her temper. Kaleaha didn�t allow herself to get angry very often but when she chose to give it free reign she could be worse than any of her cousins. After all there was nothing harsher than the glaring light of the sun.

�It means,� Martika began carefully choosing her words. �That it�s been almost ten years. He could be a very different young man than the boy that was glued to her side. I still believe we should watch and wait to see what else comes of this. It maybe nothing more than a passing fancy.�

The girls were unable to say anything else as their respective prefects appeared. They exchanged hugs before going to their separate dormitories. As they slid beneath the sheets it hit them for the first time that their cousins weren�t just a call away. The foursome was being broken up even if it was unintentionally.

Down in the dungeons Abigail paced nervously as she waited for an answer to the message she had left for Belladonna. The young woman looked towards the mirror�nothing. Turning she checked the silencing charm she placed on the room as well as the ward on the door. �C�mon Bella�answer me already.� She whispered angrily.

�I�m sorry oh gracious mistress. I didn�t realize it was a royal summons,� came the snide feminine voice from the mirror.

Abby spun her eyes narrowing on the chestnut haired girl. �Don�t. Just don�t. My day�s been shitty enough without having to catch hell from you too.�

Belladonna really looked at her mistress. The tension showed in the way the young princess held her body stiff. It both softened her feelings and angered her all at once. She still didn�t understand why the Prince hadn�t allowed her to travel with Abigail. As Abby�s only handmaiden it was her job to keep the princess happy and healthy. �Oh Bebe, what happened?� She asked softly.

Unbidden tears rolled down Abby�s cheeks. �It was awful,� she managed to choke out. �We get to go to the same school but that�s all we get to do. They�ve been sorted into other houses.�

Bella ached to hold the young woman close. Even though of the two of them the princess was older the brunette always felt that she was more a mother to the girl. �We knew this might be a possibility.� She said softly.

�I know,� Abigail whispered tearfully. �I guess I supposed, stupidly I might add, that we might still all be together.� In an act totally at odds with her sadness she snatched up a vase and threw it against the wall. The smile on her face could only be called bittersweet. The tears were flowing in earnest now.

�Oh Bebe, please don�t cry.� Bella begged the princess her own eyes beginning to water. In that moment she dearly wished she were capable of bending the glass that would allow her to touch the young woman.

Abigail took a great shuddering breath releasing it slowly. She turned to face the mirror once more. �There is more and less.�

�That�s about as clear as mud.� The brunette remarked sourly.

Even in the depths of despair Abby managed to roll her eyes imperiously. It made the corner of Belladonna�s mouth twitch to see such an act. The princess was spoiled, churlish, intelligent, na�ve, and quite possibly the world�s most sensitive being on Danu�s little green planet. All in all Bella wouldn�t have changed one single thing about her.

�Are you going to fill me in or just stare at me for what�s left of your evening?� Bella inquired pointedly trying to get Abby back on track.

�Don�t be rude or I�ll turn your hair purple.� Abby snapped.

�You did that when you were twelve. As I seem to recall everyone thought it was a lovely color on me.� Bella returned drolly.

�Trust you to remember something like that.� She said her brows pulling together.

�I happen to remember a great many things when they happen to me but you my dear princess are getting off track. If you�re not going to tell me then I am going to have to strongly urge you back to bed. No one likes grumpy royalty and you are absolutely ugly without at least four hours of sleep.�

Abigail ignored the taunt. It wasn�t worth it. Instead she gnawed the lower right corner of her lip trying to decide if she should say anything. �Promise you won�t tell anyone?� She asked urgently.

�You know I won�t.�

�I mean it. Not a word to anyone.� Abby hissed.

�All right Abigail,� Bella said her voice becoming stern. She realized she was going to have to make a vow of secrecy. �I swear that under penalty of banishment whatever I hear will not come from me for any reason.�

She let out a breath she didn�t realize she�d been holding. �Thank you Bella.�

�You�re welcome Princess. Now spill.�

�He�s here!� Abigail squealed. She looked excited, nervous, and ill all at the same time. There could be no mistaking the he in question. There was only one of course, Gregory Goyle, also known simply by Gargoyle.

Obsidian eyes became round and petal soft lips were half opened. �Ar-Are you sure?� Bella managed to stammer out.

�I�m sure. He called me Bebe. Only you, father and Gregory have ever called me Bebe.� She responded leaning in close to the mirror.

Belladonna didn�t know which shocked her more. The fact that of all the people in the world Abby would have the good luck to find someone she knew or the actual happiness etched upon the princess�s face. A lead weight settled somewhere in the vicinity of her heart. She alone knew what Abigail hoped and for once wished that life had been kinder to them both. �Princess,� she called softly.

Abby�s dreamy gaze refocused on her confidant. �Yes.� She said knowing all too well what that tone of voice meant. Dread settled into the pit of her stomach.

�He might not be the one.� Bella reminded her gently.

The young woman�s lower lip trembled a little. �Couldn�t let me have that last little bit of hope could you?� She bit out angrily.

�I would love nothing more than to lie to you Bebe, but you know that�s all it would be�a lie.� Bella�s eyes became hard as she looked at her mistress. �I�m telling you now Abigail do not trifle with this boy�s affection. If he is not the one you must let him go. It will do you no good to hang on to the past and might very well endanger your future.�

�Bella, I�m scared.� Abby whispered placing her hand on the mirror�s cool surface.

The brunette raised her hand touching the glass. The heat of the young girl�s hand could be felt even thousands of miles away. �My Bebe is never scared. What could be so terrifying as to frighten the darkness?� It was an old game the two had played. It was a type of code the pair had devised to be able to speak freely to one another.

�That people will only be nice to me because of my title. That I�m losing my cousins. That I will lose me.� It was the last which scared her most. Having a mate that had already been predetermined long before she had been conceived made her nauseous.

�The first would happen wherever you went. The second would never happen you four are far too close for that to really even be a concern. So that leaves me with you. How do you think you will lose yourself Bebe?� Bella coaxed gently.

Abigail pressed her cheek to the glass her hand still touching her confidant. The miniscule contact was a poor substitute for the weight and breadth of their love, �I don�t even know who I am yet I fear my voice will be snuffed out before it�s had a chance to bloom. I fear that I will never make my chosen happy but most of all I fear that I will fail.� Her voice was so faint that if Belladonna had not been so close to the mirror she would have missed it entirely.

The brunette wasn�t sure what to say to that. Abigail had some very real, very valid concerns. What did one say to allay such fears? �My Bebe,� she sighed. �I do not have the answers you seek. Those you hold. It is up to you to discover them for yourself. I do know one thing though.�

�What�s that?� She asked softly.

�That you have far more strength than you know. Abigail, believe in yourself and your destiny. Danu does not steer her children wrong.�

�I think this is one child Danu forgot.� Abby said miserably.

Bella snorted. �I think not. Now princess it is high time that you were in bed sleeping like the rest of that castle.� She commanded haughtily.

�Yes mother.� She shot back sarcastically.

�Good, now give us a kiss.� Bella ordered.

Giggling Abigail leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Belladonna�s smooth cheek. The brunette in turned placed a kiss on the princess�s forehead.

�Now off to bed with you.� Bella shooed the young woman away from the glass.

�G�nite Bella.� Abby offered around a yawn.

�Good night Bebe.� She returned.

With a blink the young woman was gone from the mirror and her own moving reflection was back. �Well that was weird.� The reflection remarked.

A single midnight blue brow rose in question.

The mirror waved a hand dismissively. �Don�t worry; your secret�s safe with me. Besides, I doubt any of the other reflections would believe me.�

Abigail rolled her eyes. Just what she need a smart assed mirror. She dropped the ward on the door and ended the charm. Slipping back into her dorm room she shed her clothes. Under the covers behind tightly drawn bed curtains she prayed that Belladonna was correct. �Danu,� she implored silently. �Please help me.�
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