Fate's Request: A Harry Potter FanFiction

Hogwarts was still buzzing after the Second Task.

Gryffindor was ecstatic for Harry Potter, the underdog of the tournament was now in the lead and they were relishing getting back at the Slytherins and Hufflepuffs for the badges and other pranks they put Harry through throughout the year.

Even Hermione was buzzing at Harry's lead, but her priorities were straight, and she asked David how the paperwork signing went the following day.

"How did it go?" Hermione asked after kissing him on the cheek in greeting.

"All signed. We made the amendment and now it just needs to be filed and pushed through," David explained as they studied in the library together.

David was going over his Potions essay again because he'd forgotten a period in the last essay and Professor Snape, the twat, had decided that it deserved giving a 'Poor' as a mark.

Hermione just hugged him from her seat when he told her about the paperwork, doing her best to give him moral support through physical affection.

The hugs were definitely helping, thought David as he returned her earlier kiss on the cheek.

Madam Pince glared at them as she strode by, pretending to return a book to a shelf, but David and Hermione ignored the batty old librarian.

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"Anything?" David asked Mel in his room as he got back from dinner in the Great Hall.

"Nothing, Master," Mel replied, sighing.

David nodded, looked out the window, admiring the view to distract himself.

Eventually, he turned to Fitz and said, "Fitz, can you take me down into the Chamber? I want to continue to work on my room."

Fitz trilled and nodded, happy to be useful and ferry David through heavily warded areas.

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All four walls were in place, along with a heavy oaken door David had transfigured as an experiment of his finesse and skill.

The door was a double door, transfigured from stone into oak. It had large intricate hinges made from raw black iron, to again, practice Transfiguration by turning a mixed substance into an alternate purer form.

A simple anti-rust charm would stop it from rusting for years in the damp environment of the Chamber and David had plans to carve some more intricate repairing runes once it was complete as well.

He didn't need the door, but if he was ever down here without Fitz, which was unlikely, it gave him the ability to leave without having to blast open a hole in magically shielded granite.

David was standing on a ladder, looking down at the four walls thinking of how he wanted to craft the ceiling and whether he needed to bother with a roof or just a plan ceiling.

Inspiration struck and David decided to restart the whole thing, foregoing its rectangular shape and instead, making it a perfect circle and giving it a domed ceiling.

It was all training and a good distraction from his current ministry affairs, so he didn't feel any regret as he separated each slab of granite and began giving all of them a slight curve to complete the circular wall of his training chamber.

With far more skill in regard to building structures with his wand, David completed the walls in no time and got half the roof done before it was time to head to bed.

"Fitz!" David called, for the phoenix had left the dreary chamber hours ago and David could feel him exploring in the direction of the Forbidden Forest.

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A week later and David had finished the Training Room and was slowly carving some runes into the walls, to protect against the spell casting he was going to perform in there when Fitz appeared before him.

"Fitz?" David asked, surprised by his sudden appearance.

Fitz just jumped into his l.a.p and flamed him away, back into his dorm room.

Fitz dropped him directly onto his bed, allowing the granite dust that covered him to spread all over the room.

Coughing, David recast the Bubble-Head Charm and glared at the bird, but spotted Mel bouncing on her feet with a journal in her hand.

"Is that it?" David asked in shock and hope.

"No!" Mel replied with a smile.

David paused for a moment and said, "What do you mean, 'no'?"

"It isn't the journal we are looking for, but the ministry has started transferring all sorts of trinkets into the vault, master! This is a journal of an older member of the House of Cross!" Mel explained.

Smiling, David asked, "Did they give any indication on how long it would take to transfer everything over?"

"Your account manager said within two days, Master!" Mel said, nearly shouting.

"That's good news. Will you start cataloguing everything Mel?" David asked, hope rushing over him.

Mel nodded and disappeared with a very loud pop, not making any effort to make her exit any quieter.

David threw himself onto the bed and let out a sigh in relief, he would have the journal soon!

Looking at himself he saw at all the dust and sighed, he decided to call for Greenie instead to clean up his dorm and went to shower to clean off the dust that had settled on his skin.

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The next day at lunch, David went to tell Hermione the good news, for they missed each other during breakfast, he found her on the Gryffindor table and made his way over.

People were mumbling all around her and David could tell immediately something was up.

"Hey Hermione," he said as he sat down next to her.

She smiled at him and greeted him back, "Hey!"

"What's going on?" he asked her after grabbing a plate for himself.

"Ugh," she said, groaning in annoyance.

Some helpful Gryffindor handed David a magazine from Witches' Weekly, "Here you go mate."

"Thanks," Hermione said to the third year, sarcasm dripping from her.

David looked at the magazine, so nothing of particular interest, but vaguely recalled an article of some importance being in the centre pages.

He flicked through the usual rubbish in the magazine, speed reading the titles before landing on the article of Harry and Hermione.

Quietly he read it out loud, "Harry Potter's Secret Heartache."

David just sighed, remembering how Rita Skeeter didn't like Hermione brushing her off and decided to write a smear piece against her… against a fourteen-year-old student.

The article was of course not the same as what he remembered, no mention of Krum. Just information on how she was already dating David, no further comment on him but, there was plenty of insinuations that Hermione was looking to move on and eyeing Harry after toying with his heart and dragging both along.

"Wow, what a bitch," David said out loud, slapping the magazine shut with an eye-roll and handing it back to the third year David didn't know the name of.

Hermione just sighed, but David leaned in and whispered, "They've started transferring the items over. The goblins say everything will be transferred by tomorrow."

Hermione squealed in joy as she heard that, hugging David tightly and kissing him on the cheeks profusely.

They weren't ones for public displays of affection, but this was literally David's life, so Hermione didn't care at all right now.

Nearby, David heard a cough, interrupting them, looking over he saw Professor McGonagall looking at them with annoyance, "I would prefer fewer displays of affection in the Great Hall, Miss Granger, Mr Cross," she ordered before leaving just as abruptly as she came.

Hermione blushed pink at being criticised and whispered to David, "Let's get out of here."

"But I haven't had lunch yet," David protested, actually feeling really hungry.

Hermione just stuffed a bread roll into his mouth and dragged him out of the Great Hall so they could speak privately.

Unfortunately, they walked past Draco and few of his cronies, "Ohhh, looks like the mudbloods are-."

David just flicked his wand into his hand and fired a very obscure Hex he'd read about a week ago into Draco's face without even looking back at him.

He fell to the floor, screaming in pain for the Hex left his entire face one massive purple bruise, "My face! It's on fIRe," he squealed through the pain.

Hermione was shocked, but David, taking another bite from the bread roll just shrugged and guided her away from the fumbling Slytherins.

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"David! You can't just attack a student!" Hermione shouted at him as they found themselves outside, with no interruptions.

"Its fine, Hermione," David replied. Not caring if he got detention for leaving Draco's face a purple bruise for a week.

She just huffed, but let it go, for she really wanted to get back on topic, "So?!" she shouted.

"Right. Well. Mel's been looking through the inventory and she hasn't found Aquilla's journal yet. But like I said, only a third of it had been placed in there, more probably as we speak, and the rest will be there tomorrow. So… by tomorrow night at the latest, I'll have the journal in my hands, and I can have a read through of it, and then let Daphne and Astoria do so and get the Greengrass journal from them," David explained.

Hermione bit her nails nervously and cried, "Oh, I'm just so nervous about this David!"

"I know," David said with an understanding smile, "I'm pretty jittery about this myself."

Hugging him she mumbled, "Yeah."

They embraced for a while, but eventually, it was time to go to classes, so they went their separate ways with a promise to eat dinner together.

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Later that night, a nervous Mel appeared, again holding a journal.

"Do I dare ask?" David said, looking at the journal in nervousness.

Mel merely handed it over and plopped herself onto the floor.

David inspected the black, leather-bound journal with care. It was very aged but seemed to be in fairly good condition. In golden letters it wrote 'Aquilla' on it.

Carefully he unbuckled the leather strap that held it closed and began reading.

The first half of the journal were just benign entries from Aquilla. But he did learn a little of her character from them. At first, she seemed, well quite ordinary, but as she progressed through the years at Hogwarts, grew very confident and very bored with the school.

She graduated top of her class and was offered multiple jobs in the Ministry and more but focused on travel, spending a lot of her time in Europe.

She seemed to hold a particular fascination regarding wands and had spent quite some time learning of their origin in the small magical communities of the Greek islands, where it was rumoured the first wands were made.

She wrote interesting titbits but assumed she had more detailed entireties regarding her travels in another book.

David was curious about what she learnt but mustered on and eventually arrived at the events which left her family cursed and her retaliation against those who attacked her.

- "I watched my brother bleed out in front of me. Gasping and pleading for me to save him, but no matter what concoctions I fed him or spells I weaved, none worked, they all failed. I couldn't do anything. He died. In my arms…"

- "My uncle managed to speak before it also took him from me. He gave me the names of those responsible. They will pay."

- "I have been tracking them for a while now. I know what it is they've done. I know of the Malediction. Fools, the lot of them, I will return what they did to my family ten-fold. Not a single one of them shall walk this earth again. Their homes shall turn to dust, their family names shall be forgotten by even the history books and the world shall know my wrath."

- "I have gathered the blood of five. Only two remain and Persephone's family is one of them… my will wavers. I don't know if I can doom her too... my dear old friend."

- "I was weak. I must do this. I have left the Greengrass' for last. I will not fail. They will pay."

- "I have done it. I have watched them die… I remember their screams I shan't ever forget."

- "I altered the spell in the final moments… Persephone lives. But a weaker curse survives in her blood. For her and her children to never forget the sins they have wrought upon my blood."

- "I can feel it eating away at me. I've analysed the curse used, the fools didn't know what they were doing when they cast it. Seven families. Seven. The utter fools! I'll find a way to lift it. I must."

David found that there was a lack of entries for months after that, but they began again a few months after the previous one had ended.

- "It would seem… I have been humbled. I too, in my anger was a fool and destroyed the very thing needed to lift my families doom. The untainted blood of the seven. Gone now… but there is hope. In my travels to Greece, I heard whispers of a Wand. The Death Stick, the First Wand… the Elder Wand. I know not which of those titles is correct, but, if my arithmancy and knowledge of rituals is accurate, the sacrifice of a magical object of sufficient energy should be able to lift it. More research into the wand must be done. I feel the answers I seek are at the tip of my tongue…"

- "The curse feeds on my magic. I have held it off for years now, but as I said it feeds on magic and I do have quite the abundance of it…"

- "I've found it the information I've been looking for. Hah! A child's story. The Tales of Beedle the Bard. I have not just one hope, but three. The Deathly Hallows. Surely objects of such power will be enough? I suspect even one shall do it."

- "I don't have much time… I've been tracking the wand, but I've lost its tracks. I know the families that may have the others, but they are too strong for me in this state…"

- "I've found a way… a shameful way to survive the curse. But it is the only hope I have that my family will live on. I've used the last of my magic to allow myself and my future family to live in comfort, with the hope one day magic will appear in my blood again. I mean, if those mudbloods can mysteriously awaken with magic, then surely one of my blood will again. Hopefully, the curse will have weakened."

- "If you are reading this… for only one of my direct blood can… learn the story of the Deathly Hallows. The Potters have the Cloak. The Gaunts the Stone. They both descend from the line of Peverell. The path of the Wand is elusive, but I believe that it has the greatest chance of lifting the curse due to the amount of bloodshed it has caused. It has certain… ritualistic properties that would make it the best choice... the only certain choice I can think of."

- "This will be my final entry. If Persephone's line as survived, you have the ability to free them or doom them. The choice is yours, I care naught. The method will be below."

A member of House Cross has to willingly draw their own blood and while it flows merely d.e.s.i.r.e for the curse to be lifted. If you worry the curse has strengthened over time, then waiting for the seventh day of the seventh month will more than suffice in regard to ritualistic importance in lifting of the curse permanently.

If you want to end their line��� You must draw the blood of a member of House Greengrass, unwillingly and d.e.s.i.r.e their end as the blood flows. Again, the seventh day of the seventh month if you worry it won't be enough to truly end them.

"F.u.c.k me."