The fingers of Harry’s left hand curled painfully tight into the duvet, restraining himself from punching Malfoy in the nose. His eyes burned with the promise of murder. Malfoy’s smile grew.
“Sweet Merlin, my summer really has been dull. This is the most fun I’ve had since last semester.” He flicked his wand lazily, lifting the silencing spell. “Spill, Wonder Boy. What the hell is going on?”
“Fuck off,” Harry growled.
“Oh, what a shame, that is not the answer I am looking for today.”
Unlike the hundreds upon hundreds of
masters and mistresses before her, this one did not look upon the
sparkling ruby wishes with a sense of awe. She didn’t seem to
consider, even for a fleeting moment, the possibilities that existed
with a few well spoken words. The world was, almost literally, in
the palm of her hand.
Normally Cyrus would find this strange,
if it were not for the lavish room they were standing in and the ruby
encrusted crown sat upon his new mistress’s blonde hair. There was
no wishes for great wealth or power in her mind; she had everything
most wished for. Which worried the genie a little, royalty normally
had a love of acquiring treasure and he knew exactly what a genie was
The last thing he wanted was to spend
the lifespan of this monarch as some unique trinket, locked away in
his bottle for the most part. It didn’t matter a voice whispered in
the back of his mind he’d deserve it, after everything he’d done
centuries ago, his desire to not find himself in that predicament
gave him a strong desire to speak. To ask if that was her plan.
It wasn’t his place to ask questions,
instead remaining silent after the customary greeting of mistress
mine, my will is thine, tell me your wishes three. Dark eyes watched
as she spoke to some tall man with powder white hair and a shock of
red on one side of his face. Red seemed to be the favoured colour of
this particular monarch; the walls and most of the furnishing in the
room was awash with the vibrant colour.
His gaze wandered for a moment to his
bottle, wondering when she would be putting him back inside. Surely
with no use for wishes, and evidently with at least one servant to do
her bidding, she wouldn’t have much use for him. The persona she
gave off was cool and detached; Cyrus had met a good many like that
over time and yet with her there was something far deeper. He wasn’t
sure what, and had his doubts he’d spend enough time in her company
to figure it out.
That wasn’t worth giving a great deal
of thought to; it really was not his concern and when he heard her
speaking again, his attention was drawn back to his new mistress.
The tall man seemed to have been dismissed, meaning she may have been
speaking to him. “I beg your pardon, I fear I was lost in thought
and was not listening.”
“Very well,” Severus said with a
decisive nod. “Would you be comfortable for me to extend the invitation to
Draco and Narcissa?”
“Er—I suppose. I mean, don’t be
surprised if Ma—Draco and I start throwing insults at one another.”
“I’d be more surprised if you
didn’t,” Severus replied bluntly, reaching for the quill. “My godson never
really did ascertain the appropriate methods of handling an infatuat—” The
professor trailed off and kept his eyes trained on the parchment. “In any case,
you may find it a familiar, somewhat placating, aspect.”
Harry, stuck on the surprise that
Draco was Snape’s godson, had
conveniently missed—what would have been rather intriguing information—slip of the
older man’s tongue.
Title: Twist of Fate Author: Oakstone730 Rating: M Genre: Drama / Hogwarts era - Post Hogwarts / MUST READ Words: 312,324 Status: Complete (with epilogue and 3 side stories)
Summary: Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness. Pairings: HP/DM (Slash) Timeframe: 1994-2002 Goblet to 4 yrs post-DH EWE Rating T for language, high angst, content.
My Review: Oh God give me the strength and power to be able to explain just how incredible this fic is!!!
*Holds in all the feels and tries to write a readable review*.
I’ve read this twice now and I’m still in awe of it’s perfection. Seriously. I want to print this out and sit it next to my Harry Potter books as a HP side story. This isn’t even a fic, it’s a frickin novel and it’s fantastic. Now I have read many a fanfic in my time; long ones, short ones, smutty ones, fluffy ones, odd ones, and even a few incesty ones. But this is just… Different? So when I first started reading this I (naively) thought it was a pretty normal Hogwarts-era fic. Harry and Draco have a secret love they must hide from everyone because they wouldn’t approve blah blah blah. But this was just different somehow. There were so many little details that just make it so beautiful. The locker room, how they call it “downstairs”, the drawings (forever in love with artist Draco), Cedric and Simon. Oh god Cedric, I loved that he was included in such detail. All these small things that later held do much importance, and discovering why.
Also I want to add, not every day you find fanfics that have so many eras, I mean this beautiful story contains 4ht year, 5th year, the painful 6th year, the trial era, the bloody 8th year, and even post-hogwarts, I’m sure there aren’t many fanfics like this one in the whole universe… Oh and the trail and Post-Hogwarts was so painful; definitely what makes this fic stand out is its second half. I don’t want to give any spoilers away but… well I wasn’t expecting THAT! And the way it tied in so well with the books. Seriously cleaver how the books and movies became about Harry’s obliviated self. I just can’t even… This fic is what every Drarry fan is thinking when they read the books. THIS IS CANON I TELL YOU!!! My favourite fanfic of all time; I love it so much!! This is a must read. This should be required reading for all Drarry fans. I don’t care if you don’t like long fics, or Hogwarts era or whatever. This fic is the exception. I could go on forever about this fic (I think I already have). PLEASE READ THIS GOD DAMN PIECE OF EPICNESS AND BE AWAKENED TO THE GORGEOUSNESS OF DRARRY.