From the Stars to the Stars → Draco Malfoy

Part I - URSA MAJOR, prisoner of azkaban

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      If you were ever given a chance to talk to the Fates, run.

      Do not ask what's going to happen, do not ask for what the future might hold, run. Run for dear life. It's true that the Fates did not really have a set destiny over everyone; there were still infinitely many possibilities of what might happen, yet if someone was ever foolish enough to ask them, the path they described would be set in stone.

     Don't even think to bargain with them either, they're deities, what do you expect? You wouldn't have anything they need and they've got nothing to lose. It was never bargaining in the first place when it comes to the Fates, not even negotiating, it would be called gambling with those who would never know what it was like to be defeated. Hence, to avoid being doomed, always avoid speaking to the Fates.

      People chose their own fate; although it was true, it wasn't necessarily the truth either. The Fates, or in another name, The Moirai, was what people called the group of the three goddesses whose job was to assign every being to their fate and destiny. They didn't just represent fate and destiny themselves, they actually were the ones who took control of it. They spared no one, even those immortals who had cheated death far too many times.

     When the time had come and the Fates decided to cut their red strings off, no matter whose life it was, it means that their time was already up.

      Orion Mikaelson despised the Fates for countless of reasons; yet today, the only reason she wanted to crush those three deities was the fact that when she was about to step her foot into the King's Cross station, someone just had to drain their umbrella right in front of her face.

       "I apologise terribly, Miss," the old man looked at her with a sheepish smile when he realised someone was standing at the end of his umbrella that he had stretched in front of him.

       Orion had to swallow her rage the moment she saw the old man smile at her. Nodding her head slowly, the brunette smiled at him, walking away as she patted the excess of droplets from her sweater off.

      The Mikaelsons were the said immortals that had cheated death far too many times, hence fate and destiny never really appalled them anymore. Being alive for a millennium, people perceived them as Gods, they played their role far too well, honestly, that people believed they were ones. Just like how people perceive Gods, they either worship them or scoff them with hatred boiling in their chests. But then again, even Gods still could find a way to die, somehow.

      The Fates were just funny like that.

       Despite how loud the thunder had been rumbling outside, its sounds were somehow muted by the sound of crying that was let out by the parents of the first years students, collectively yelling at their children to tell them not to forget anything at home before they stepped into the Hogwarts Express. The sound of wet boots hammering the ground and the wheels of trunks being carried with rush echoed throughout the platform, not to mention the high-pitched shrieks that were let out by the second year students when they were reunited with their friends. Everything just happened all at once.

       Orion Mikaelson despised the Hogwarts Express, that would be an understatement.

      The moment she stepped foot into the train, some kids decided it would be a good idea to run into her–a full-on yellow wet raincoat still attached to their bodies, not even giving their parents a chance to do a quick spell to dry them off before they hopped inside the second they see their friends. The Mikaelson witch shook her hands harshly, trying to get off the droplets of rain on her sleeves while once again, she had to swallow her anger when they apologised to her; making a mental note on herself that she behaved exactly like that on her second year.