Hi everyone. This is a one shot inspired by a prompt from DZ2, called "The Laws of Time are Mine", though I took it somewhere I am not sure he intended. As the summary suggests this is not meant to be a serious story. If you decide to read, I hope you enjoy :). The first chapter is the "main" story. The second chapter (which will follow shortly) consists of several independent short stories about what might have happened after the events in the "main" one-shot.

Harry Potter belongs to JKR.

Harry Potter and the Daughters of Fate

Harry coughed hard as the sand from the broken time turners filled his nose and mouth. He felt some of it fall down his throat, as he had to cough more and more. With every breath, more sand seemed to come in. Then he couldn't breathe anymore. Reflexively he gulped, swallowing a whole mouthful of the fine sand, which for some reason in spite of the fact that it had clumped in his mouth still felt completely dry. It bought him a few seconds of reprieve, but quickly, the sand he swallowed had simply been replaced by more sand. He started coughing again, but whenever he got rid of the sand in his mouth and nose he just breathed in new. He was sure by now some of the corns must have gotten into his airways and lungs. Once more, he couldn't breathe. He coughed and swallowed more and more, but the reprieve it earned became shorter every time. He became afraid for his life. Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, killed in a trap in the Department of Mysteries, but not by a Death Eater. No. By Sand. He was forced to swallow more sand, as he tried to move away, but he found that he couldn't move. Soon, the sand had filled his mouth again. Harry was becoming weaker. He was surprised that he hadn't thrown up yet, but with all the sand blocking his mouth that would probably have made it even worse. Worse being a relative term when it came to suffocation due to magical sand. He fell to his knees and knew he would die, though he still continued coughing and gulping periodically. He couldn't breathe. With his last thought, he hoped that that his friends would make it out of the Department alive.

Then it was over. Suddenly Harry's mouth and nose were free, he felt as if the sand had never been there. In fact, he felt great. Harry wondered briefly if he had died already, but discarded the thought. He was sure actual suffocation would have felt much worse. He jumped up and looked around. Yep, still in the Department of Mysteries, and the Death Eaters were still around. There was shouting. Oddly, no one had moved very far from the spot they had last seen them, even though he had just spent minutes choking on sand.

From the corner of his eyes, Harry could see one of the Death Eaters cast a violent looking spell on Hermione, who had her back turned.

"Hermione!" Harry shouted, but it only had the effect of his best female friend turning around, to face the curse. He knew she wouldn't have time to dodge it now. Desperately, even though he knew his chance of getting there was even smaller than that of Hermione dodging on her own, he started sprinting towards her.

All of a sudden everything seemed to slow down, the curse racing towards Hermione nearly came to a halt, but for some reason, Hermione also didn't move. Not questioning what was happening, Harry continued to sprint and tackled Hermione to the ground. As they hit the ground, the world around them went back to its previous speed and Harry watched the curse sail above them and hit a Death Eater in the back. The Death Eater crumbled to the ground with a scream, while Harry sent a stunner at the one who had tried to hit Hermione. For some reason, the Death Eater decided to stay in his place while the curse flew towards him, hitting him in the chest and making him fall to the floor like his colleague.

"Harry!" Hermione looked at him, relieve in her eyes. "Thank you!" She hugged him fiercely for a moment, then she let go.

No one else of his friends was seriously hurt while they fought their way into the chamber with the weird veil. Every now and then, the slow-motion thing seemed to happen. Whatever it was, Harry was happy it was on their side. It helped him save Neville from a crucio, and Luna from an explosion curse.

When they entered the Death Chamber, the Order of the Phoenix made their appearance. Harry and his friends were still fighting, but only to defend themselves while the Order went on attack. The Death Eaters had tired out while chasing the students through the Department, so it wasn't a very difficult fight Harry thought. Until he saw Bellatrix Lestrange send a spell at Sirius. No! Stop! Harry thought, and to his surprise everything really… stopped. He still didn't know why it kept happening or why everyone but him seemed affected, but at the moment he didn't care. Not knowing how long he had, and seeing the large distance between him and Sirius, he did the only thing he could think of.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" It worked. Sirius started hovering, and Harry moved him away from the platform, out of the way of the curse.

He felt strained, but he didn't know what would happen if the veil would be hit by a curse. If it released some kind of magic, everyone close, including Sirius, Remus and Tonks would be in danger. Again thinking quickly, he used the hovering charm again, to move Bellatrix in Sirius old position, so she would be hit by her own curse. Harry filed it away under poetic justice. Just like with Sirius before, the charm took out a lot more of him than he would have expected, but he managed.

When Bellatrix was in position, Harry gasped, and nearly fell to his knees, as the world became busy again. He watched Sirius look around confusedly, while Bellatrix was hit by her own curse and fell face first into the veil. Harry held his breath, but nothing seemed to happen with the veil, other that Bellatrix seemed to vanish. At least she never came out on the other side of it.

He took a few deep breaths, and stood up just in time for the world to stop again.

"Oh my, this has never happened before." A surprised female voice said behind him, and Harry quickly turned around, wand raised.

What he saw was a girl, around his age and height he had never seen before, who looked quite out of place in the battle zone they currently were in. At least in Harry's opinion. She had brown, curly hair and sparkling silver-blue eyes, which fit well with the marine blue t-shirt she wore. On the front of the shirt it said 'Time waits for no one…' in orange lettering, then there was a silver hand pointing with the index finger pointing at the reader and then in a second line it said '…but you'. For some reason she wore several watches on both of her arms, but Harry simply filed it away as some kind of fashion thing. She wore a dark grey, knee long skirt. All in all, Harry thought she looked rather beautiful.

"Um… Hi." Harry offered, unsure what to say.

"Hello." The girl answered immediately. If she was nervous about the wand pointing at her, she didn't show it.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Time, Master."

"Time?" The girl nodded. Harry wondered what kind of name that was, but thought it was impolite to ask. "Where did you come from, Time?"

"Well, you called me here with your power, Master." The girl answered.

"Why do you keep calling me Master? And what power?" Harry asked.

The girl cocked her head cutely. "Your power over time, of course, Master. And I call you Master, because that's who you are, Master."

"I'm not your Master." Harry said immediately. "Wait, are you saying all these slow motion effects during the battle were caused by me?"

"Yes, Master." The girl nodded dutifully. "You slowed down or stopped time for everyone and everything but you." By now, Harry had understood that this was no ordinary girl his age.

"Oh… did I cause any trouble?" Harry asked embarrassedly.

"Oh no, Master, of course not. I'm yours to play with however you like." The girl smiled at him.

"Mine to… what are you saying?" Harry couldn't really make sense of this girl.

"Time, Master. Please feel free to play with Time however you like."

"Mine… Time… wait." Harry could nearly feel a light bulb being lit over his head. "When you said before your name was Time…."

"No, you misunderstood, Master. Not my name is Time, I'm Time." The girl

Harry's mouth fell open. After a few moments to collect himself, he asked, "Can you maybe start from the beginning?"

The girl's – Time's – expression lit up immediately, she was positively beaming at him now. "Of course, Master, starting from the beginning is one of my favourite pastimes."

She snapped her fingers. Suddenly, Harry watched himself in reverse, as time seemed to rewind in front of his eyes. It stopped at the point where Hermione was attacked. "That was when you first used your power over me, Master. If you want to change any of the things that happened, please feel free to do so. I made us invisible for your convenience, Master."

"Err… this was not exactly what I had in mind when I asked you to start from the beginning, Time." But thanks for this demonstration that you actually are who you claim to be, Harry thought, either that or he was officially going crazy.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Master. What did you mean?"

"I mean, can you explain everything from the beginning?" Harry corrected his earlier mistake.

"Ah. Of course, Master." She snapped her fingers again and they were back at the moment shortly after he had saved Sirius. "Well, I'm Time. And you are my new Master, Master."

Harry blinked. That was… unhelpful. "Is this because of the accident with the time turners?" he asked.

Time shrugged. "I don't know. I was never allowed a Master before. I don't know how or why you got your powers. I didn't think time turners could do something like this, but maybe they can. But however you did it, thank you so much for claiming me, Master."

Harry was sure his expression was nothing short of hilarious. "But if you are Time, then I cannot be your Master."

"Why not?" Time asked, and cocked her head again.

"Well, you are… I mean… you are Time. You are a goddess, or something. No one can be your Master."

"I'm a Personified Concept, Master. Not, as far as I know, a goddess. And, well, that second part is no longer correct, as you are my Master now." Time answered. Harry didn't understand why she sounded so happy about everything.

"How do you know that I am… your Master?" Harry asked, hoping that might clarify matters.

"Well, only three people can have power over me. The Almighty Old One, my Mother, and my Master. Now, I have never met him personally, but, no offense, Master, I don't think you are the Almighty Old One."

"I'm not." Harry quickly assured her.

"And you are not my mother. So therefore, obviously, you must be my Master." She curtsied deeply in front of him.

"You don't need to do that." Harry said immediately.

"Do what, Master?"

"Bow, call me Master… I mean, I know you think I'm your Master, but I'm sure you are wrong." Harry reasoned.

Time looked confused. "Oh, no I know for sure that you are my Master. If you weren't, I couldn't be here, Master."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, us Personified Concepts, we can only take a body and appear in the human world if we have a Master."

"Oh." Harry wondered why these things always seemed to happen to him. "And you are sure that it's me?"

"Of course, Master. I'm yours to do with whatever you like." Time stated happily.

Harry frowned. "I don't understand why you are so happy about this. I mean you are a powerful… ah… Concept. Why would you be happy about me being your Master?"

"Oh, that's easy Master. You see, for us Personified Concepts having a Master is what everyone dreams about. It means we can appear and live amongst humans, form a special connection with one of them, gain more power and influence and if people ever stopped believing in us, we wouldn't fade away as long as we still are tied to our Master. I have dreamed about having a Master for all my life." She concluded, sounding like she actually couldn't imagine anything better.

"I guess that has been for some… time then?" Harry asked, and to his surprise Time giggled.

"Good one, Master, I like Time puns." Time answered.

"You don't need to call me Master." Harry repeated.

Time cocked her head. It was really cute when she did that. "Why wouldn't I call you Master? You are my Master after all." Suddenly she looked saddened. "Don't you want to be my Master?"

"Uhh…" Harry scratched his head, not really knowing what to say.

"What don't you like about me, Master?" Time asked, tears forming in her eyes.

"No, you don't understand. It's not you, it's me." Great, he sounded like he was breaking up with his girlfriend, and to top it off he was really bad at it. Time looked at him confusedly, her head leaning to her right side again. Before Harry knew what he was saying, he added "I like it when you do that."

"Do what?" Time asked.

"Tilt your head to one side when you are confused. It looks cute." That caused Time to smile, and Harry congratulated himself for momentarily having avoided a crying girl crisis. He sighed. "I'm just not comfortable with the idea of being someone's Master."

"But why?" Time asked. "I won't cause you any trouble, Master, I promise."

"No, it's not that. I…" Harry was looking for another way to make her understand. "I mean, if I am your Master, what does that make you?"

"Whatever you want me to be, Master." Okay, Harry had really expected an answer like 'His servant' there, but he could work with this.

"And you are alright with that?"

"Of course, Master. I told you, it was my dream to find a Master my whole life."

"You never had a Master before?"

Time shook her head. "No, somehow I was never allowed one. I think whoever gives out Masters thought that the Master of Time would be too powerful. My sisters never had one either."

"Hmm…" Harry contributed sagely. "So you really want me to be your Master."

Time nodded. "Yes, Master."

"Can I get you to call me Harry?"

This time, Time shook her head again. "Not unless you force me to. If you order me, I will obey of course, my Master."

"And if I didn't want to be your Master?" Harry asked.

Time looked down. "Well, I'm not sure how to Un-Master you, Master. So you would still be my Master."

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, and sighed. It was not like he had a choice and Time seemed really eager for this Master business. "Alright, I guess I could be your Master if you really want me to."

"Oh, thank you, Master!" Harry found himself in a bone crushing hug, much like those of another girl he knew with curly brown hair.

"Wait a minute!" A new voice suddenly said behind him. Quickly, Harry turned around and raised his wand again. It was another girl, and Harry got a very bad feeling. This one had smooth hair of the purest black he had ever seen, pale skin and green eyes, which Harry noted looked a lot like his own. She wore a black shirt, with a white skull on it, which proclaimed 'Death wants you!' in a speak bubble. She did not look happy.

"Hey, sis." Time said lightly, confirming Harry's worst fears. The fact that Time was not worried, did nothing to keep Harry calm.

"Don't you 'Hey, sis' me. What do you think you're doing? This one was supposed to become my Master, and you know it."

"You snooze, you loose, Sis." Time said, pointing her tongue at the new girl. Then Time saw Harry's worried expression. "Oh, sorry Master. This is my Sis, Death. Seems I stole you from her."

Great, Harry thought. Death was of course someone who Harry wanted to be annoyed with him. Then he thought about something Time had said earlier. "Wait, Time just said you could not be here without a Master."

Suddenly, Death expression went from angry to nervous, and she was shuffling her feet. "Master is right." Time agreed. "How are you here, Death?"

"Umm… I cheated a little?"

"You what?" Time asked.

"I cheated a little. When I noticed what was going on, I had to come here. It also helps that you are not really in the human world right now, with the time stop and everything." Death said, sounding embarrassed.

"Death you can't break the rules." Time said seriously.

"Says the girl who wants to steal her own sister's Master."

"Death, do you know what can happen if you break the rules?" Time asked.

"I was promised a Master eight hundred years ago, when I did all the dirty work for mother and Illness and War. I gave up the Deathly Hallows, and the one who united them would become my Master. I was promised. And this one was going to unite them all. I don't care what happens. I always get called in to do the dirty work, and then everyone hates me, forgetting that I only deal out the consequences of what others did before me."

Death snapped her fingers, and suddenly three items appeared, lying between her, Harry and Time. Harry recognised his Invisibility Cloak. There was a wand that looked somewhat familiar. The last one was a sparkling gemstone.

"What is this, Death?" Time asked carefully.

"These are the Deathly Hallows. Either he takes them and becomes my Master as well, or I take him."

Harry's eyes widened.

"You can't take him." Time said protectively and hugged Harry from the side.

"Then share him with me." Death answered evenly.

Time turned towards Harry. "Sorry, Master, usually she is the nice sister." She said apologetically and Death nodded.

Harry frowned at both girls. "Let me get this straight. You want me to get power over Death as well as Time. And you also want me to take you as another servant. And you will kill me if I don't take the power you offer?"

Death nodded. "Correctissimo."

"Isn't it usually the other way round?"

"What good would that do if I want you to become my Master?" Death asked with a bemused expression.

"Right. Makes sense. And what additional power would I get from that?"

Death suddenly looked sad. "Nothing much, I'm afraid. If Death stops working properly, then a lot of things will go wrong very fast. If that happens, then they will take you away, so I can't allow that. Of course a few things can be done. A few deaths can probably be stopped. Or made nicer, as you wish. And a handful of people might be safe from me completely, if that is your wish. Oh, and I think I can help out with your Voldemort problem. I despise that guy. He is one of the reasons so many people hate me." Then she looked up again. "But I promise that I will personally do everything I can to make up for not granting you a lot of power. I'm a hard worker, you can ask everyone."

"That's true," Time agreed, "She is one of the best and most efficient Personified Concepts out there."

"I'll be there to obey your orders and fulfil your wishes at any time you like, I promise."

Harry ignored the last statement in favour of clarifying the previous one. "So no additional powers, other than making Death more humane – no pun intended."

"No, sorry." Death looked down, and her sister actually went over to comfort her.

"Are you alright with this?" Harry for some reason felt compelled to ask Time.

Time shrugged. "It is true that she has been promised you eight hundred years ago. That's not a short time, even for us. And if she takes you instead, that won't help me in any way either, Master."

Harry rubbed his face with both his hands. "I can't believe I'm doing this." He muttered, as he stepped towards the items, and picked up his invisibility cloak first. Then he picked up the wand, and felt a spark of power rush through him, as if it bonded to him. Finally he picked up the stone. When he touched it there was a sudden flash of black between him and Death. Then all three items vanished.

"Wait, where did my cloak go?"

"I can invoke the powers of all the Hallows for you, so you don't need to carry the items, Master." Death answered his question. As Harry looked to her, he found that her form looked more radiant, more powerful now. She smiled at him. "Thank you so much for claiming me, Master."

Harry resisted the urge to facepalm. Something was definitely wrong with those Personified Concepts. Thinking that his father's cloak was gone made Harry sad. Maybe Death could summon it again. "Death, the cloak has been my father's. It's something to remember him by. Do you think maybe I could have it back, even if I don't need it anymore?"

"Oh, of course Master." She snapped her fingers, and Harry felt the flowing fabric of his cloak around his shoulders. "Apologies, I didn't know. If you want, you could also talk to your family, Master."

"I can?"

"Yes, Master. That was the power of the stone. And even if not, it's one of the few things I can do for you, Master."

The thought to be able to finally talk to his parents was very tempting, but Harry shook his head. "I think we should keep that for later. We are in the middle of a battle after all. Well… kind of."

"As you wish, Master." Death bowed.

"Don't bow, please."

"Sorry, Master." Death said.

"Can I maybe get you to call me Harry?"

Death looked towards her sister with a confused expression. "Master is a bit weird for a human." Time explained. "He doesn't really seem to want to use our power, or to be a Master. I think it's a moral thing. He is against being people's Master."

Understanding seemed to dawn on Death's face. "Oh, Master you got it wrong. This is nothing like those curses your people use on each other." Time looked at her sister wide eyed. "What? Because of that Tom Riddle creep I had to spend a lot of time with the magical community in the last decades." When Time nodded understanding, Death turned back to Harry. "You don't understand, because you are not like us, but I assure you that we are the ones getting the sweet end of the deal of you being our Master. Please, don't hesitate to use us as you wish."

"Ok, but that doesn't answer my question about calling me Harry."

"Well, I have waited many millennia for someone I could finally call Master, but if it pleases you I will not do so." Death looked saddened at the prospect. "Your happiness is all I desire, Harry."

Harry sighed and gave in as he continued to watch Death's sad face. "No, it's fine, call me whatever you like."

"Really?" Death perked up.

"Yes."

Harry found himself be pulled into another bone crushing hug. "Thank you, Master." Harry wondered what exactly he had signed up for.

"From what you told me, I assume you never had a Master before either?"

"No, Master, but I worked a lot with War. And she has had many Masters, I tell you."

Harry was surprised. "She? War is a woman? I would have thought she was male?"

"Many people think that." Time shrugged. "Don't know why, really. All of us are female, actually. But War is really sensitive about people thinking she's a male. You shouldn't say it to her face. Though, I guess seeing that you are now the Master of both Death and I, you needn't worry about that, Master. We can kick War's battle loving arse all over the play ground for you, Master." Death nodded in agreement with her sister.

Harry tried to get the conversation back on track. "So War had many Masters?"

"Yup." Death confirmed. "There was that Alexander guy. And that Khan fellow. That Caesar guy I liked. Collected him personally. He was pretty nice, you know, for someone who had been stabbed twenty-three times. There also was that little French guy. Didn't really understand what she saw in him."

Harry saw a pattern. "So are all Masters male?"

"Oh no," Death shook her head, "we just call them Masters, but they can be women. Knowledge had one not that long ago, what was she called? Marie… and then something to do with Indian cuisine I think. Had to collect her a little earlier than I wanted. And War had that French woman once, Joanna something or other."

"Hey," Time interrupted. "Do you think War might have a thing for the French?" Both Death and Time giggled and Harry decided not to interrupt their fun.

When they were done, Harry had more questions. "You said you could help me with Tom Riddle, Death?"

"Yes, Master." She snapped her fingers again and suddenly, for some reason, Harry felt lighter than he had ever felt before. "Now all his soul anchors are gone, Master. If he is killed now, he will stay dead. I could kill him for you as well, if you wish Master, but I really shouldn't do it just like that." She looked at him apologetically.

"That's alright, you already helped a lot." Harry assured her, making her smile back at him.

"He's here, you know?" Time said.

"What?" Harry asked.

"That Tom guy, he's here. On the upper floor. You could go get rid of him now, Master."

"I can't survive a fight against him." Harry said sadly.

Both Time and Death started laughing. "Very good, Master." Death said between gasps for breath and more laughter. "And the delivery. So dry. I nearly believed it."

"Huh?"

"You are my Master. You don't die. And I think Time will also have something against him hurting you."

"But you just said you can't kill him for me."

"I didn't say I can't, Master. I said I shouldn't. And I meant I shouldn't do it for you, while you are not even close. But that doesn't mean we can't help you in a fight. You are our Master after all."

"And you think we can take him?" Harry asked. The idea of putting an end to the war before it really began was very tempting.

Time looked at him incredulously. "Master, he might be a powerful mage, but he is human. I on the other hand am Time, this is my sister Death, and you are our Master. And even before you became our Master, you were already Harry Potter, the one fated to get rid of him. So really, there is nothing to worry about."

If she put it like that, Harry felt stupid for asking. "Alright, can we stop the battle down here before we go?"

"Of course, Master." Time giggled.

Death nodded. "You need to learn that you are the Master. We are here to do your bidding, not the other way round."

"Ok, what do I do?" He asked them.

"Shoot whatever spell you want at them. Once we leave the room, I will restart time and the spells will take effect, Master."

That seemed straight forward. A hand full of stunners later, Time, Death and Harry left the room. "Oh, and on the way to Voldemort, can we maybe go back in time a little and stop my friend Ron from being attacked by the weird tentacle brain things?" Harry asked, who was only slowly realising the opportunities that opened up through his control over Time… or was it 'time'? Maybe he should suggest nicknames to the girls, to avoid confusion. Harry filed that idea away for later.

"You are getting the hang of this, Master." Death cheered, while Time answered. "Your wish is my desire, Master." With that, she snapped her fingers.

Harry blinked. If someone had told him it would be this easy to get rid of Voldemort, Harry would have thought them crazy. Though, it might have had something to do with Time's help during the battle. She had slowed down time for Harry, removing any threat of him being hit. And once Harry had rendered Voldemort unconscious, Death declared his part fulfilled and took his soul. Both Dumbledore and Fudge had arrived just in time to see him cast the final spell at Voldemort.

Just as Harry wanted run towards his friends, he noticed how time stopped again, and he heard a strict voice behind him. "What in the hell is going on here?"

Hearing both Death and Time gulp simultaneously didn't do anything to bolster Harry's confidence. He turned around, and found an older woman in a long, smooth dress staring at him. Despite her age Harry would have classified her as beautiful, she had black hair, much like Death's but her eyes were silver-blue… like Time's. Oh, oh.

"Mother." Death and Time greeted curtly.

The woman shot both of them a withering glare. "What do you think you're doing here?"

"Helping our Master fulfil his destiny." Time answered, pointing at Harry, who now gulped himself, as the woman turned to him.

To his surprise, the woman gave him a smile. "Hello, Sonny. Are you alright? Have you been eating well lately?"

"Uh… excuse me?"

The woman chuckled. "Don't worry. I know what happened here isn't your fault. Someone fooled around with my plan. You were supposed to dispose of Voldemort in two years, becoming Death's Master just before doing so. But someone messed up." She turned back to her daughters, and her jovial nature vanished as she narrowed her eyes dangerously. "And I want to know who."

"I don't know." Time started. "I suddenly felt a power controlling me like none had ever done before. It took me a while to figure out where it came from. Once I did I went to meet my new Master and explained to him that I'm his. Master is very moral, and it took me a while to get him to understand his new position and that I want him to use it."

"This was not supposed to happen." The woman said. "How did you get those powers?"

"I nearly died breathing in and swallowing sand from broken time turners." Harry answered. The more he repeated that explanation, the more Harry thought he sounded like a total klutz.

The woman frowned, but didn't comment. Instead she turned to Death. "And how did you come to be here, daughter?"

"As you know, I was looking forward to finally getting a Master, and I checked up on Master regularly. When I found what I thought to be Time trying to steal him from me, I knew if you found out you would never let him become my Master as well. I guess I just wished very hard to talk to Master and managed to appear to both of them. I think it worked because they had stopped time and were not really in the human world. I offered him the Deathly Hallows and Master accepted me."

"Is that true?" The woman asked, turning to Harry.

"Yes." Harry confirmed. He thought forgiving Death the threat of killing him was the least he could do in return for her help.

"She didn't coerce you?"

"No."

"No Death threats?" The woman asked sharply.

Death looked at her mother for a few seconds. "You already know I threatened him, Mother, don't you? You are Fate after all. You can see what happened to your subjects."

"Wait." Harry interrupted. "You are Fate?"

The woman smiled. "The very one. And believe me, Sonny, I don't begrudge you the luck you had recently. I just need to find out how it happened. This will mean centuries of work for me rewriting many fates. People were supposed to die in this war. It was supposed to shake the magical society up enough to finally put an end to all this discrimination. Now I need to find another way to do it. But first I need to make sure that whatever happened here can't happen again. So you are quite safe, I just need to get to the bottom of your good luck." Fate stopped and looked away for a moment. "Wait. To the bottom of your good luck. Luck…" Fate's expression moved into one of anger. "Oh come on. Why does that child have to cause trouble with anything she does?"

"You think little sis had something to do with this?" Time asked.

"Who else would fool around enough to make it possible for someone to get impossible powers by nearly dying in an impossible way?" Fate asked rhetorically.

Harry meanwhile turned to Death. "You have a third sister?"

"Yes, Master." Death nodded. "She is kind of the troublemaker in our family. You are a little acquainted with her, but not very much I think. Her name is Luck. We are the three daughters of Fate, Time, Death and Luck. Time is the oldest, and I come right after her. Luck is our baby sister. And mother is right; she would be able to pull of something like making you Time's Master."

Meanwhile Fate had turned away from them and shook her head exasperatedly, while muttering more to herself than actually speaking with anyone. "If only I had a way to get that child under control. For millennia she has been doing this. You would think that she would grow out of those childish games, but no." Suddenly Fate stopped in her tracks and spun around to fix Harry with a very unsettling stare. Her eyes began to sparkle and a smile began to form on her face. "Yes… yes… that should work nicely."

Harry gulped. "Apologies… what should work nicely?"

"I have an idea." Fate answered, grinning like she just had seven birthdays in a row. "I'll be back in a few minutes, I just have to take care of something. Don't restart time, Time." In a flash of light, Fate was gone.

"So… what do you think she is doing?"

Death shrugged. "She was unusually happy." Time nodded in agreement.

"That bodes well." Harry said dryly.

"Don't worry, Master. She said you are safe from her. And remember, we are Time and Death. Without our help, our mother can't really do too much to you."

"But she could still hurt my friends, or me."

Both shuffled their feet nervously. "Yes, Master. But… I don't think she will." Time finally answered.

"We need to wait for her, Master." Death said, touching his arm in a calming manner. "She is angry with Luck, mostly, not with you. I'm certain you have nothing to fear, Master."

Harry sighed. "I hope you are right." He moved around nervously, wondering with all that had happened in the last hour, if he was going crazy. And if he was, whether it was the good kind of crazy. It had helped him defeat Voldemort, so it must be the good kind, right? Right?

After a few minutes of silence, Harry thought maybe their waiting would seem shorter if they talked a little more. "Maybe you could tell me a little more about Personified Concepts, just to make time go by?" He asked.

Time looked at him confused. "Make me go by what?"

"No, I don't mean you, personally. I mean, you know, to pass time."

"Pass me where?" Time asked.

Harry facepalmed, causing both Time and Death to giggle. He mentally upped the priority of his nickname idea.

"Apologies, Master." Time said, after she and her sister had calmed down. "What do you want to know?"

"Hmm… oh, yeah. For example, how is your mother able to appear here? Does she have a Master too?"

Death shook her head. "No, she is a first generation Concept. The rules don't apply to her."

"First generation?"

"Yes, Master, the ones who were there first. We, of course, are second generation. And War, for example, is a third generation concept, because she stems from Conflict, who again is a child of Chaos. Third generation Concepts are the weakest, but they are also the ones who most often have Masters."

Before Harry could think of anything else to ask, there was another flash, and Fate reappeared, looking mighty pleased with herself. "Hello again." Her chipper tone was not exactly alleviating Harry's fears.

"What did you do, mother?" Time asked, sounding a little anxious herself, despite her earlier words.

Death added "We won't just allow you to hurt our Master."

Fate seemed honestly confused. "Why would I want to hurt young Harry? He is the only one in this whole mess who hasn't done anything wrong. And don't look like that, Time. When you felt your connection to him emerge, you should have come to me first, and you know it.

"Anyway, young Harry is in no danger. In fact, you two will be his servants for a very long time, if I have anything to say about it. However, with the kind of power he now wields, there needs to still be a proper challenge in his life. And I found just the thing for him."

Harry didn't particularly like the sound of that.

"But first, I have to take care of Luck. Come down here now, daughter."

After a second, there was a bright flash and a new girl appeared. This one seemed to be his own age again, at least on the outside, but she was definitely the strangest looking girl he had ever seen, including Tonks and Luna. She was a bit shorter than her sisters and had bright, glowing pink hair and shining, yellow eyes. Harry noted that the number of freckles on her face would put the Weasleys to shame. She wore a blue sweater with a pink and white cat on it, one of those Japanese lucky cats that Harry had seen while passing stores and a blue Jeans. The weird thing about her, however, were the pink cat ears on the top of her head and the pink cat tail behind her.

Fate sighed. "Seriously, can you not appear like a proper adult just once?"

Luck pointed her tongue at her mother. "Lucky cats are a lucky symbol, so there is no reason why I could not appear as one." Then she spotted Harry. "Oh, hi. So you are my sisters' new Master? Nice to meet ya." She waved her hand and winked at him.

"Nice to meet you, too." Harry answered, waving back lamely, which made Luck giggle at him.

Time used the silence immediately after the introduction to pull her little sister into a hug. "I'm not sure what you did, but thank you so much for getting me a Master, Luck."

"I knew you would like him." Luck answered. "And he's quite unique as well. Took me a while to find a human who wouldn't abuse your powers. Was a bit… unlucky that he was already promised to Death."

"You nearly stole Master from me." Death complained.

Luck turned to Death, looking hurt. "I did no such thing. Even helped you out. After Time and Harry had gotten acquainted with each other, I gave Harry enough of a boost in Luck to have you appear in front of him."

"Wait, that was you?" Death asked with surprise in her voice.

"Yup, yours truly. I aim to please." Luck grinned.

After that declaration, Death moved towards her two sisters and joined their hug. "Thank you, Luck."

After a couple of seconds, Fate seemed to become impatient. "Enough of that. There is still the issue with all of you breaking the rules. I am used to your escapades by now, Luck, but this time you truly outdid yourself."

Luck performed a mock bow. "Thanks, mother."

Fate narrowed her eyes, but Luck seemed unconcerned. Harry wondered whether he should maybe move away a bit. He had the feeling that being caught in a fight between Fate, Time, Death and Luck would not end well for him.

"Anyway, your actions today show me that I have no way of controlling you. So from now on I'll let someone else take care of that."

"What do you mean, mother?" Luck asked confusedly.

"None of the Personified Concepts has time to look after you every second to make sure you don't mess up. Balance is doing a good job as your counterpart, but she is a third generation concept and can only do so much. So you will be put under the control of someone else."

"But you just said the other Personified Concepts don't have time to look after me." Luck noted.

"Indeed, so you will be given a Master."

"What?" Luck asked, her face showing fear. "No. I'm Luck. I'm supposed to be uncontrollable, mother. No one can be my Master."

"And yet, you will get one." Fate answered. "What's wrong? Your sisters have waited to get a Master forever."

"I don't want a Master. I want to be free. I'm not supposed to be chained to some human." Luck had actual tears in her eyes. At least Harry could relate to her better than to her sisters in this particular instance. He thought maybe he could help her.

"Is that really necessary, Mrs Fate? She is kind of right. Luck is not supposed to be controllable." Harry tried.

Fate turned to him with an unsettling smile on her face. "I knew you would say that. You are a very unique human. Which is why I arranged things so that you will become Luck's Master."

"What? No. I won't be her Master. I only accepted Time and Death because they wanted me to."

Luck nodded and repeated "And I don't want a Master."

"Then it is good that neither one of you has a say in the matter. You need something that challenges you in your new life, and my daughter needs to be punished and at least somewhat controlled. And it is a nice bonus that with you being the Master of Time and Death as well, I will be rid of her for a very, very long time. I have every faith in you, young Harry."

Luck grabbed her mother's arm. "This punishment is too hard, mother, please. He's the Master of Time and Death, he will basically live forever and I will be tied to him forever. Reconsider, mother, please."

"No, Luck, you went too far this time and Harry's fate is already rewritten, including him being your Master. It is finally time to admit defeat and try a different approach with you." Fate answered evenly.

"Alright, how much time do I have?" Luck asked.

"Do you really think I would let you try and mess up everything again, Luck." Fate narrowed her eyes. "No, no. Not this time." She turned to Harry. "Sorry to dump this on you so suddenly, but I feel you are perfect for this job."

Harry shook his head. "I don't want to control anyone against their will."

"You don't have to give her orders, if you don't want to. Just stop her when you think she's going too far with something. It's not so much controlling as it is bringing her up, I suppose. Anyway, there is no point in arguing with me. Believe me. You cannot imagine how many humans have tried before you."

Harry frowned, but supposed Fate had a point when she said arguing with her wouldn't work. He turned to Luck. "I'm sorry about this."

Luck smiled back at him weakly and nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Don't worry, Luck. I'm sure you will come to love having a Master." Death tried to cheer up her sister. "Did you know you will become more powerful when you have a Master? You will totally be able to kick Balances behind now."

Harry noted a brief flash of… something… in Luck's face, before she looked at her sister sadly.

Time meanwhile asked her mother. "You never said how much time Luck has, and what has to happen for Master to become her Master as well."

"Nothing has to happen." Fate answered. "She gave him so much luck today, that only a little intervention of Fate was needed to seal the deal. And I am here to intervene in three…, two…, one…"

Harry's eyes widened, as he could see a smile slowly spread in Luck's face, while everyone else looked at her Mother. "Stop!" He shouted, but it was too late.

"Zero."

There was a flash of pink between Luck and Harry and when it was gone, like with Death before, Luck's appearance seemed to be stronger and even more colourful. She gave Harry a big smile, before she quickly closed the distance between them and threw her arms around him. "Hello, my Master. I hope I will be as useful to you as my sisters."

Harry wasn't sure what exactly was going on. Was this about the smile Harry had seen just before the flash of light, or was being bound to him having an influence on Luck's personality? Or maybe Luck was being sarcastic?

Luck stepped back and looked right into Harry's eyes. "You are a unique human, Master. Took me a long while to find one who wouldn't be corrupted by the power of all three of us."

"You planned all this?" Death asked incredulously, while Fate narrowed her eyes until only small slits were left.

"Yup." Luck nodded towards her sister.

"But why?" Time asked.

"I have wanted a Master for quite some time. I'm tired of people always complaining about not getting enough of me. It's nearly as bad as it is with you, Death. Whenever one of the others has a go at them, instead of putting the blame where it belongs, they curse me instead. But everyone always said Luck is free, Luck is uncontrollable, Luck is unchained. I knew I would never be given a Master unless I acted so much out of line that it would be done as a punishment."

Fate's face softened considerably. "But you seemed happy all the time?"

Luck grinned and shrugged. "What good does being sad do anyone? I decided to do something about it. Started looking around as soon as Death was promised her Master. I wanted for us sisters to stay together. With the powers of even one of us enough to corrupt most hearts, it took me a long time to find one who would not be corrupted by all three of us. Ironically, I got really lucky when the one who was supposed to become Deaths Master finally was one who could cope with all of us."

Harry noted heat climbing up his face as they were talking about him. "How can you be so sure?" Harry asked.

Luck looked at him weirdly. "Really? After you just tried to argue with my mother – who literally is Fate – to get her to not give you complete control over me for the rest of time?" She asked drily.

"But I did that because… I mean, it would have been wrong…" Harry protested.

"And that's why I'm sure. And my mother knows as well, or otherwise she would not have given you all this power."

Harry looked to Fate. "My daughter is right for once. Once a bond between Master and Concept is established not even I can break it. It is only breakable by the Master's death, and you are the Master of Death. While I would have found a way to punish her, I would not have risked giving you that much power if I wasn't sure you would be able to handle it."

Luck grinned. "See, and mother is always right."

"Don't think I forgot that you tricked me into giving you a Master."

"And what are you going to do? My Master is in control of me now."

To Harry's surprise, Fate grinned. "I guess I will have to find solace in the fact that I am finally rid of you. How will I ever cope?"

As an answer, Luck pointed her tongue at her mother, who rolled her eyes and turned to Harry. "Well, my business here is done, though I might come and visit my daughters from time to time, now that they are all in one place. I would say good Luck, but I somehow I don't think that's going to help you. I hope you have fun." She turned to her daughters. "Behave. Until next time." With those final words, and a flash of light, she was gone.

A bit of silence followed, where Harry looked towards the three daughters of Fate, waiting for them to say something. Finally, Luck obliged with a large grin on her face. "We will have so much fun, Master. What should we do first?"

"I don't know. It's the first time for you three in the human world. What would you like to do?" Harry asked after brief consideration.

Time and Death seemed undecided like Harry himself, but Luck looked around for a moment and then rubbed her hands together. "Oh, I know, Master." She said excitedly and brought one of her hands up.

"No, Luck, tell me about it first." But Luck had already snapped her fingers. "What have you done?"

Luck stepped a little bit closer to him, before she smirked. "It's a surprise, Master."

Harry groaned. Now he really asked himself: what had he signed up for?

As I said before, I hope you enjoyed :)