A/n: This story is set about 2 weeks into Harry and Co.'s fifth year at
Hogwarts.
Chapter 1 – The 4 pillars
Harry Potter was asleep in his bed at Hogwarts, dreaming happily about…well, that's his business. He was in such a deep sleep that he didn't notice a girl had appeared out of thin air and was floating at the foot of his bed. The girl conjured a pile of what looked like silver glitter, and blew it softly onto his face.
Harry felt as if someone had blocked off his air supply and he woke abruptly. "What on earth…" he said before trailing off. The reason he stopped talking is because he was staring at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had loose blond curls that spilled over her shoulders, and the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. Her flawless skin was milky-white with the exception of her cheeks, which had a faint pink tinge. She was wearing short, sparkling silver dress that clung to her body, and matching strappy high-heeled shoes.
"Are you an angel?" Harry whispered. He assumed she was, because aside from the fact that she was hovering in the air, the girl was surrounded by a faint white light that glowed eerily in the dark (a/n: like in touched by an angel). She radiated a sense of understanding that Harry had never felt before, and he immediately felt like he could trust her.
The girl stared at Harry for a moment before breaking into a huge grin. "I'm not an angel," she said with a laugh. "I get that a lot though. Truth be told, I'm the Guardian of Destiny. You can just call me Destiny," she added as an afterthought. "It's actually my real name, and it's better than 'Guardian' any day of the week."
Harry looked even more confused at this explanation and began to wonder whether he was actually awake.
Seeing Harry's lack of comprehension, Destiny continued. "When a person is born, the stars look into their soul and send a message of what they can become. My job is to interpret every person's destiny and try to guide them into fulfilling it. And you, green eyes, are my next assignment."
"What!'' Harry choked out disbelievingly. "That sounds like a pile of rubbish. Professor Trelawney hasn't sent you has she?" he said, eyeing her suspiciously.
Destiny looked scandalised. "A pile of rubbish!" she shrieked indignantly. "Take that back. How would like it if I started insulting Quidditch."
"Shhh,'' hissed Harry desperately. He didn't want everyone waking up and wondering why there was a strange girl visiting him at night.
Regaining her composure, Destiny looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I understand that this seems very surreal," she said quietly. "But you have to trust me, it's imperative."
Harry tore his eyes away from her gaze and tried to sort out his what he believed. He thought about the vibe he got from Destiny when he first saw her, and he decided to go with his gut instinct.
"I trust you," he finally admitted. "I'm just confused. Normally I don't believe in divination type stuff."
"I know what you mean, there are heaps of pathetic old frauds out there that give people like me a bad name."
At Destiny's mention of 'people', Harry remembered his earlier question. "You still haven't told me what exactly you are," he reminded her. "I know you can't be human because of that whole glowing thing you've got going on.''
Destiny laughed at Harry's choice of words. "You're half right," she told him. "I used to be a human before I became the Guardian, but now I'm a spirit."
"You're solid though," Harry accused her jokingly. "Ghosts aren't solid."
"I told you, I'm a spirit. Ghosts and spirits are completely different."
Harry was still confused but he decided to drop it. "Why are you visiting me?" he queried. "Surely there are more important people you could be 'guiding'."
Destiny groaned inwardly. She could tell that this was going to be her toughest case yet.
"This is going to take a while," she told Harry. "Do you mind if sit down? This whole floating thing gets tiring after a while."
"Sure," he said easily.
Destiny floated over to Harry and sat down beside him on his bed.
"Alrighty then," she said seriously. "Now, as I told you, the stars tell me the destiny of everyone. Destiny is a tricky thing; it's hard for people to understand properly. They think that they can sit back and let their destiny come to them. However, it's not that simple. We determine our destiny by the choices we make."
Harry was thinking this over furiously in his head. "So you're saying that some guy's destiny could be to become the greatest hero ever, but if he makes a wrong decision then he could end up living on the streets or something?''
"Something like that," Destiny said, smiling at Harry in amusement. "But people usually make the right decisions. Everyone's destiny is read from their soul, so to fulfil it they just have to be themselves."
"There's something I don't understand then," said Harry worriedly. "Why are you trying to help me? I never try to be anyone but myself so why am I about to screw up my destiny?"
"The reason I'm visiting you Harry is because you've closed yourself off to one of the pillars of destiny."
Harry groaned loudly. "There's more to this destiny thing?" he said, sounding annoyed. "First you tell me I've got to scrutinise every decision I make, and now there's pillars. What on earth are pillars?"
"The four pillars are essential," explained Destiny, shooting Harry a sharp look. "When the stars look into your soul they look for bravery, hope, loyalty and love. You must open yourself up to these virtues to have any chance of fulfilling your destiny.''
"Which pillar am I lacking," Harry asked, genuinely confused.
"Love," replied Destiny simply. "You won't let yourself love any girl because you're afraid Voldemort will harm her."
"I'm only fifteen!" sputtered Harry. "I'm too young to think about love. I do like Ch… someone though, so that proves I'm not closed off."
Destiny looked at Harry again, and he felt she could see right into his soul.
"Firstly, Harry, no one is too young to love," said Destiny seriously. "And second of all, the feelings you have for Miss Chang, they aren't real."
Harry felt it was pointless to ask Destiny how she knew about Cho, but he was indignant that she thought it wasn't real.
Destiny sensed Harry feelings, and continued. "Do you want to know why you could never love Cho? It's because you don't even know her. The only reason you like her is because she's pretty."
That's not true," said Harry angrily.
"Oh, really," Destiny shot back. "Tell me what's so wonderful about her then."
"Well,'' began Harry, feeling very flustered. "She's good at Quidditch, and she, you know, seems nice."
"Oh, she's good at Quidditch is she?" Destiny said sarcastically. "Please forgive me, for now I see that you two belong together."
Harry crossed his arms and glared furiously at Destiny. She sighed, and inwardly cursed herself for speaking so harshly.
"Look, I'm sorry," she began. "It's just that I know who your soul mate is, and it kills me to see you overlooking her and pining away for someone who's not right for you."
Destiny bit her lip, and after a moment of intense internal struggle, she decided to tell Harry something more.
"The reason I'm so worried about you is because of your destiny," she said quietly. "Normally I don't tell anyone what the stars say about them, but I think you'd better know. You see, as you might have guessed, you have the ability to cause the ultimate downfall of Voldemort; to ensure that he is killed once and for all."
Harry felt overwhelmed at this, but at the same time he was secretly pleased that the stars felt he was capable of defeating Voldemort.
"There's a problem though, Harry," said Destiny worriedly. "Voldemort is a creature filled with hate, so the key to defeating him is love. You have to learn to open up or I'm afraid Voldemort will triumph over you and destroy the world as we know it."
"Don't worry," said Harry, feeling exasperated. "I told you, I'm open to all that love stuff."
Destiny just shook her head. She knew how much he blamed himself for the death of his parents, not to mention Cedric Diggory as well. He wouldn't allow himself to love anyone in case he got her killed.
At that moment Destiny made a promise to herself. She swore that she'd do everything, everything in her power to make sure that Harry Potter didn't die.
Suddenly, Destiny was struck with an idea. She let out a giggle. "Yes, that's it," she thought to herself. "It's the only chance I have to make the git realise who his true love is."
Destiny stood up and once again floated in the air. "I've got to go now," she told Harry, unable to keep a smile off her face. "Don't worry though, I'll be visiting you again soon."
"Wait," said Harry, getting out of bed and standing up. "Are you going to tell me who I'm supposed to end up with?"
"Nope," answered Destiny, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of mouth. "You'll find out in due course."
Destiny glided over the curtain surrounding Harry's bed and came to a halt in the doorway. She blew some more of her glitter around the room and all of a sudden the curtains surrounding all the boys' beds came open. They, also unable to breathe, woke up and saw Destiny in the doorway.
Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville's mouths all dropped open simultaneously. Destiny squealed in fake surprise. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "I'll see you later, Harry."
Giggling to herself, Destiny made her way through the castle. "Hermione will definitely hear about this now," she said triumphantly. "Hopefully she'll be insanely jealous, and finally realise she loves Harry."
Destiny stopped abruptly when she came to a particular door. "It's been so long I nearly missed it," she remarked.
Conjuring up some more glitter, Destiny blew it at the door, which swung open for her. Entering the room, she blew some more glitter on the sleeping figure inside. He woke up suddenly, and smiled when he saw Destiny.
"Hello old friend," she greeted him cheerfully. "We've got work to do.
Disclaimer: The talented Ms. Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter characters, except Destiny, who is mine. I guess I own the stars as well, even though they don't say anything directly because, well, they're stars.
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Chapter 1 – The 4 pillars
Harry Potter was asleep in his bed at Hogwarts, dreaming happily about…well, that's his business. He was in such a deep sleep that he didn't notice a girl had appeared out of thin air and was floating at the foot of his bed. The girl conjured a pile of what looked like silver glitter, and blew it softly onto his face.
Harry felt as if someone had blocked off his air supply and he woke abruptly. "What on earth…" he said before trailing off. The reason he stopped talking is because he was staring at the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had loose blond curls that spilled over her shoulders, and the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. Her flawless skin was milky-white with the exception of her cheeks, which had a faint pink tinge. She was wearing short, sparkling silver dress that clung to her body, and matching strappy high-heeled shoes.
"Are you an angel?" Harry whispered. He assumed she was, because aside from the fact that she was hovering in the air, the girl was surrounded by a faint white light that glowed eerily in the dark (a/n: like in touched by an angel). She radiated a sense of understanding that Harry had never felt before, and he immediately felt like he could trust her.
The girl stared at Harry for a moment before breaking into a huge grin. "I'm not an angel," she said with a laugh. "I get that a lot though. Truth be told, I'm the Guardian of Destiny. You can just call me Destiny," she added as an afterthought. "It's actually my real name, and it's better than 'Guardian' any day of the week."
Harry looked even more confused at this explanation and began to wonder whether he was actually awake.
Seeing Harry's lack of comprehension, Destiny continued. "When a person is born, the stars look into their soul and send a message of what they can become. My job is to interpret every person's destiny and try to guide them into fulfilling it. And you, green eyes, are my next assignment."
"What!'' Harry choked out disbelievingly. "That sounds like a pile of rubbish. Professor Trelawney hasn't sent you has she?" he said, eyeing her suspiciously.
Destiny looked scandalised. "A pile of rubbish!" she shrieked indignantly. "Take that back. How would like it if I started insulting Quidditch."
"Shhh,'' hissed Harry desperately. He didn't want everyone waking up and wondering why there was a strange girl visiting him at night.
Regaining her composure, Destiny looked Harry straight in the eyes. "I understand that this seems very surreal," she said quietly. "But you have to trust me, it's imperative."
Harry tore his eyes away from her gaze and tried to sort out his what he believed. He thought about the vibe he got from Destiny when he first saw her, and he decided to go with his gut instinct.
"I trust you," he finally admitted. "I'm just confused. Normally I don't believe in divination type stuff."
"I know what you mean, there are heaps of pathetic old frauds out there that give people like me a bad name."
At Destiny's mention of 'people', Harry remembered his earlier question. "You still haven't told me what exactly you are," he reminded her. "I know you can't be human because of that whole glowing thing you've got going on.''
Destiny laughed at Harry's choice of words. "You're half right," she told him. "I used to be a human before I became the Guardian, but now I'm a spirit."
"You're solid though," Harry accused her jokingly. "Ghosts aren't solid."
"I told you, I'm a spirit. Ghosts and spirits are completely different."
Harry was still confused but he decided to drop it. "Why are you visiting me?" he queried. "Surely there are more important people you could be 'guiding'."
Destiny groaned inwardly. She could tell that this was going to be her toughest case yet.
"This is going to take a while," she told Harry. "Do you mind if sit down? This whole floating thing gets tiring after a while."
"Sure," he said easily.
Destiny floated over to Harry and sat down beside him on his bed.
"Alrighty then," she said seriously. "Now, as I told you, the stars tell me the destiny of everyone. Destiny is a tricky thing; it's hard for people to understand properly. They think that they can sit back and let their destiny come to them. However, it's not that simple. We determine our destiny by the choices we make."
Harry was thinking this over furiously in his head. "So you're saying that some guy's destiny could be to become the greatest hero ever, but if he makes a wrong decision then he could end up living on the streets or something?''
"Something like that," Destiny said, smiling at Harry in amusement. "But people usually make the right decisions. Everyone's destiny is read from their soul, so to fulfil it they just have to be themselves."
"There's something I don't understand then," said Harry worriedly. "Why are you trying to help me? I never try to be anyone but myself so why am I about to screw up my destiny?"
"The reason I'm visiting you Harry is because you've closed yourself off to one of the pillars of destiny."
Harry groaned loudly. "There's more to this destiny thing?" he said, sounding annoyed. "First you tell me I've got to scrutinise every decision I make, and now there's pillars. What on earth are pillars?"
"The four pillars are essential," explained Destiny, shooting Harry a sharp look. "When the stars look into your soul they look for bravery, hope, loyalty and love. You must open yourself up to these virtues to have any chance of fulfilling your destiny.''
"Which pillar am I lacking," Harry asked, genuinely confused.
"Love," replied Destiny simply. "You won't let yourself love any girl because you're afraid Voldemort will harm her."
"I'm only fifteen!" sputtered Harry. "I'm too young to think about love. I do like Ch… someone though, so that proves I'm not closed off."
Destiny looked at Harry again, and he felt she could see right into his soul.
"Firstly, Harry, no one is too young to love," said Destiny seriously. "And second of all, the feelings you have for Miss Chang, they aren't real."
Harry felt it was pointless to ask Destiny how she knew about Cho, but he was indignant that she thought it wasn't real.
Destiny sensed Harry feelings, and continued. "Do you want to know why you could never love Cho? It's because you don't even know her. The only reason you like her is because she's pretty."
That's not true," said Harry angrily.
"Oh, really," Destiny shot back. "Tell me what's so wonderful about her then."
"Well,'' began Harry, feeling very flustered. "She's good at Quidditch, and she, you know, seems nice."
"Oh, she's good at Quidditch is she?" Destiny said sarcastically. "Please forgive me, for now I see that you two belong together."
Harry crossed his arms and glared furiously at Destiny. She sighed, and inwardly cursed herself for speaking so harshly.
"Look, I'm sorry," she began. "It's just that I know who your soul mate is, and it kills me to see you overlooking her and pining away for someone who's not right for you."
Destiny bit her lip, and after a moment of intense internal struggle, she decided to tell Harry something more.
"The reason I'm so worried about you is because of your destiny," she said quietly. "Normally I don't tell anyone what the stars say about them, but I think you'd better know. You see, as you might have guessed, you have the ability to cause the ultimate downfall of Voldemort; to ensure that he is killed once and for all."
Harry felt overwhelmed at this, but at the same time he was secretly pleased that the stars felt he was capable of defeating Voldemort.
"There's a problem though, Harry," said Destiny worriedly. "Voldemort is a creature filled with hate, so the key to defeating him is love. You have to learn to open up or I'm afraid Voldemort will triumph over you and destroy the world as we know it."
"Don't worry," said Harry, feeling exasperated. "I told you, I'm open to all that love stuff."
Destiny just shook her head. She knew how much he blamed himself for the death of his parents, not to mention Cedric Diggory as well. He wouldn't allow himself to love anyone in case he got her killed.
At that moment Destiny made a promise to herself. She swore that she'd do everything, everything in her power to make sure that Harry Potter didn't die.
Suddenly, Destiny was struck with an idea. She let out a giggle. "Yes, that's it," she thought to herself. "It's the only chance I have to make the git realise who his true love is."
Destiny stood up and once again floated in the air. "I've got to go now," she told Harry, unable to keep a smile off her face. "Don't worry though, I'll be visiting you again soon."
"Wait," said Harry, getting out of bed and standing up. "Are you going to tell me who I'm supposed to end up with?"
"Nope," answered Destiny, a mischievous grin tugging at the corners of mouth. "You'll find out in due course."
Destiny glided over the curtain surrounding Harry's bed and came to a halt in the doorway. She blew some more of her glitter around the room and all of a sudden the curtains surrounding all the boys' beds came open. They, also unable to breathe, woke up and saw Destiny in the doorway.
Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville's mouths all dropped open simultaneously. Destiny squealed in fake surprise. "Oh no!" she exclaimed. "I'll see you later, Harry."
Giggling to herself, Destiny made her way through the castle. "Hermione will definitely hear about this now," she said triumphantly. "Hopefully she'll be insanely jealous, and finally realise she loves Harry."
Destiny stopped abruptly when she came to a particular door. "It's been so long I nearly missed it," she remarked.
Conjuring up some more glitter, Destiny blew it at the door, which swung open for her. Entering the room, she blew some more glitter on the sleeping figure inside. He woke up suddenly, and smiled when he saw Destiny.
"Hello old friend," she greeted him cheerfully. "We've got work to do.
Disclaimer: The talented Ms. Rowling owns all of the Harry Potter characters, except Destiny, who is mine. I guess I own the stars as well, even though they don't say anything directly because, well, they're stars.
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