Death, Fate, Destiny, and Prophecy - Chapter 1

Harry was dreaming. He had to be. He was in a courtroom...a very scary courtroom. The judge had horns and a tail. His skin looked as if it was made of stone. The jury was a little better. Key word there: little. Six skeletons sat as a jury talking animatedly to each other, pointing to the three seemingly humans in front of the Demon Judge. Two women, one older and one younger, and one man.

The younger of the two women looked to be about Harry's age. She was almost an exact replica of Sirius. Black hair, brown eyes filled with determination. She had her hair drawn back in a ponytail, which ended halfway down her legs. Her shirt, jeans, boots, and leather trench coat were black.

The older of the two women, looked like the female version of Dumbledore. Her piercing blue eyes unfocused lost in thought. Her clothing was the same as the younger girls, except it was black and she didn't have a trench coat. Her boots, also, had high heels. She looked at the man. He caught her gaze, and after a few moments nodded, as though they were speaking telepathically.

He was dressed similarly to the old woman, except in white instead of blue. His blue eyes glittered with concern as he looked to the younger woman. She looked over and gave him a sad simile, which he returned. He also had black hair, but it was flecked with gray. His hair was up like the younger girls, but his only went to about mid-back.

"Why did he go through the veil," asked the Demon Judge, angrily, "Instead of the woman." Harry knew instantly that they were talking about Sirius and Bellatrix's battle. The girl in black stepped forward.

"Death," said the Demon Judge, "Speak." Harry's eyes widened as he addressed her and then widened even more when she spoke with a feminine version of Sirius' voice.

"'Twas not supposed to happen. Bellatrix was supposed to fall through the veil. It seems, however, Prophecy did not want that to happen," she spoke, sending a glare to the back of the room.

"Prophecy, come forth," said the Demon Judge. A man appeared next to death. He was dressed like the older two, but in green.

"You called," he said in a smug voice.

"It is a crime to mess with the death of a person," said the older woman.

"Well, Fate," said Prophecy, "I don't se why my daughter has to die."

"You have doomed us all, by pushing my son through the veil," said the other man, through clenched teeth. It was clear to Harry that this man was trying to keep himself from killing Prophecy.

"Surely, Destiny, having a granddaughter," Prophecy said, looking at Death, "such as Death, has not made you soft, has it?"

'Okay,' Harry thought, 'this guy's definitely related to the Malfoy's.'

"Prophecy," said the Demon Judge with a growl, "Did you push Sirius Black through the veil?"

"To protect my daughter, yes I did."

"You fool," Death said, "The werewolf could sense your presence. And the fact that you pushed my father through the veil...you have doomed the WORLD TO VOLDEMORT!"

"You don't need to yell. I'm right here," said Prophecy with a smirk.

Death screamed, "AAARRRGGGHHH! JAAAAAAMES!"

"Blow out my eardrums, why don'tcha," said a voice. James Potter came into view, making Harry's eyes widen again. James grabbed Death by the end of her trench coat, no doubt, to prevent her from killing Prophecy.

"Prophecy," said the Demon Judge, with a smirk, "You fired. The power of prophecy goes to Destiny."

"You can't do that," exclaimed ex-Prophecy.

"I just did," the Demon Judge said, dryly, as ex-Prophecy disappeared with a pop.

"That was…interesting," James said, still holding Death's trench coat.

"James," said Death, "You can let go now." James let go.

"James," said Fate, "I think it's about time I stopped being Fate. How would you like to take over for me?"

"Me?" asked James.

"It would allow you to walk the mortal realm, in a way. Only one person will be able to hear you, and that will be the person you 'possess'. Unless you currently have control of their body; then other's will be able to hear you, as well," Destiny said, before turning to the Demon Judge, "I can't hold the powers of Prophecy among my own."

"Who then?" the Demon Judge asked.

"Lily Potter," Destiny replied.

"Sure, I'll do it," said Lily, who had appeared and was now floating upside down. The image started to fade and Harry woke up.

'What the hell was that,' thought Harry.

'That was a trial,' said his mother's voice, in his head.

'Against the idiot,' said his father's voice.

'That killed your godfather,' said Destiny.

'We possessed ya,' said Death, 'Hiya. I'm Christine a.k.a. Death. Nice ta meetcha!' Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as the drop dead fainted.

'Bloody hell!' said Lily.

'Lily!' said the other three.

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Confusing? Good.