Fate Breaker (HP)

AUTHOR'S NOTES; Also, y'all, it's been like half a year 😭 I'm sorry!

But! In my defense, I took a little vacation for almost a month and this newest installment of this series takes way longer to write and post because it's very technical! Like, it took me a month and a half to do the first 2 chapters of A Survivor's Will! But I think it will be easier now that I have a good start on how I want to handle the mechanics of it. And now there are 8 parts to this series and I wrote over 45k since you guys last saw me!

Still… I am sorry 💙 you guys are my dear readers so I feel bad for the wait.

Anyway! I know gamer fics aren't for everyone, but it's not a traditional one, so you might enjoy it anyway.

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"Papa?" A tiny silver head peaks around the edge of the door frame. 

My lips curl up into a grin at the sight of my little treasure. "Hello, darling. I'm not sure how you found me, but I'm glad to see you."

I set down the gleaming sword I'm inspecting and hurry over to her, not wanting her to further enter the room, what with all the sharp weapons laying around and her poor eyesight.

"Family Magic, Papa and the wards. I'll always find you. This is… the armoury?" Kamaria asks, squinting at the gleaming metal around us, some of it ornate and bejeweled, some of it glowing, and some of it old and rusted beyond repair. "Papa, some, no, most of this, is enchanted. You shouldn't carelessly touch anything-"

I chuckle, setting her on my hip to soothe the persistent fatherly worry she'll trip on something despite her rarely never doing so. "Shouldn't that be my line, silly girl? Besides, I had Arthur sort the enchantments for me. Anything I'm touching is safe."

She frowns, but nods and I kiss her nose, impossibly fond of her protectiveness. My daughter is a deeply sweet child, and I'll never understand how she was rejected by her last life parents. "Are you excited to meet your grandparents?"

Kamaria nods, subdued and I can tell she's still nervous, but I let it go for now, knowing she'll only settle after meeting them and realizing how adored she will be, magic and all. "Excellent. My sister will be joining us as well."

She smiles shyly and I run a hand over her bright curls as I show her the goblin made weapons I've been cleaning. I can tell there is something she wants to discuss, but it looks like she's struggling. Rather than press her for answers, I've learned to let her work up to it on her own. In the meantime, I show her the dragon hide jacket I'd decided to keep for myself, a stunning blue thing that had brushed off both spells and the bullets I'd shot at it without any damage at all. 

"Papa?"

"Yes, my child?" I reply, watching her trail fingers over the leather.

"Will… will you still love me even if I'm not a good person?"

I stiffen, looking sharply at her, startled by the quiet pain in usually confident voice. "That's nonsense. You're a wonderful girl with a heart of gold." 

The look she gives me is so skeptical that I find myself cursing her previous incarnation's parents for the thousandth time. "I appreciate the thought, Papa, but I really don't think so. I'm…. not forgiving. I don't believe everyone deserves a second chance. I think that eliminating a threat, permanently, isn't wrong. I've… in my past life, I've killed before, and I'll probably have to do it again some day."

My head turns to her sharply only to see her face is anguished as she looks up at me with big, silver eyes, and my heart breaks because once again, she looks like she's expecting my rejection. I'm starting to think I'm failing as a parent since she always seems to think my love is conditional, that one day I'll draw a line and say she's too much before abandoning her.

I sigh, setting her down on my workbench and taking her hands in mine.. "I don't think that makes you a bad person, love. A bit morally grey, for sure, but then again, so am I. I've killed several people myself-" she looks up at me incredulously, but thankfully, unscarred. "-and would you consider me a bad person?"

She examines me with too old eyes. "…I think you're the one who taught me what being a good person was in the first place."

I pull her to my chest as I hug her close, smiling. "Well, there you go. And for the record, I'm not sure there's anything you could do to make me stop loving you."

She snorts in disbelief, earning a chiding pinch to her squishy little cheek, but once more I let it go, knowing only time and repetition will get it to sink in. "Anyway, what brought this on, Little One?"

She purses her lip. "Ah…. So…. I've sort of committed a kidnapping… and I think I'm about to be an accompliss to torture and murder."

I stare at her incredulously. "…Darling, I saw you not two hours ago!"

"….I'm efficient?" She offers hesitantly with a shrug, before clumsily trying to change the subject. "Anyway, did you know we have dungeons?"

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I show my dad the way to the dungeons because he asks nicely, but we don't go down enough to see the rat. The entire time, he isn't…. angry at me. Instead, he seems kind of put out that I left him out of my literal crime spree. The man is actually pouting! I found myself utterly baffled and further convinced that my father had a very interesting job.

Now, my father is simply grumbling as he piles my plate high with food. I huff at him. "Pspa, I told you, I had to play it carefully so as not to tip off the rat. I couldn't clue you in at all or risk him escaping."

"Perhaps, but I believe it was more that you did not consider asking for my help," my father points out and I wince because, well, he has me there because I hadn't even considered asking him. In fact, it was only sometime after I returned to my study that I realized I should probably, no, definitely, notify him of the mass murderer in our ancestral castle. It had been an afterthought really.

I peer up at my father through my bangs, my steady rock in the storm of my chaotic re-life. "I'm sorry, Pspa. Really. I promise, next time, I'll bring you in on my scheme even if you can't help."

"Good. I'll hold you to it, daughter." He pats my head, satisfied.

I cock my head in interest as my wards ping on my senses. "They are back."

"Maple!" Papa calls, and my little brownie appears with a pop. "Please escort our guests here for dinner."

"Yes, Princy! Maple be going!" My little friend bows, ears bouncing and pops away. I snicker as my father sighs at the title. Technically, I was a queen, but since he's never inherited the title due to his lack of magic,the brownies had occasionally taken to calling him a prince, which isn't really inaccurate. My father had taken it with resignation and fond exasperation.

Currently, we were sitting in a smaller dining room in the Family Tower. It is one of the less ornate dining rooms, simpler in design and my father had taken the initiative to revenoated it, claiming that he was not eating in a room with ugly drapes and creepy statues that depicted rather gruesome scenes of dragons eating various things, including people. 

I like to think that the Emrys had remarkable taste overall, the castle filled with stunning depictions of all kinds of creatures and works of unparalleled art, but even then, there was the occasional hideous and gaudy decoration here or there, just like any other ancient lineage, according to Andi.

I stretch my senses out as I rise to stand next to my dad, feeling the approach of Andi, Ted, Arcturus, and one Sirius Orion Black by the feeling of magic in the air shifting around them. I had gotten much better at sensing using magic, and Andi and Ted's familiar signatures were deeply memorized, and Arty's aura has been becoming more familiar by the day, not to mention Kilgharrah is a goddamn beacon of power I could probably sense across an ocean. That left the last, new signature, one that felt off and weak, to be Sirius. 

I grip my father's hand, bouncing on my heels as we watch the door. In walks the group, wearing their Magic blessed bundles pinned to their robes with brooches. Between Ted and Andi was the one and only Sirius being held between them, looking just as ragged and frail as my vision, if much more wide eyed and awed by his surroundings. I smirk, pleased by the admiration of my home.

Grandfather Arty trails in behind them, head high and dignified, but I could feel the hesitance, the ache from Sirius's presence, a desire to reach out to his kin but without knowing how. Still, Black's were stubborn, prideful, and guarded their hearts, even from each other, so rather than grasping for his wayward grandson like he wants, Arcturus merely turns his nose up like the snooty pure blood. "Greet the royals properly, boy. Surely you haven't forgotten all the etiquette lessons from your childhood, have you?"

I facepalm with my free hand, sighing as my father squeezes my other one gently, amused. Sirius, for a moment, looks like he wants to snarl at the rebuke, but instead he double takes as his gaze lands on my father and I. I'm dressed in overalls and fluffy house slippers, silver hair in pigtails while Papa is wearing jeans and a knitted sweater, both of us practically screaming 'muggle!' through our dress and casual demeanor. Sirius seems to stumble a bit but bows with surprising poise, shooting his grandfather a nasty glare over his shoulder before hesitantly addressing my father. "Your highness, Andi- er, Madam Regent has told me that you're the reason I've been given justice. I can't thank you enough," Sirius croaks a bit thickly and I see my father soften with sympathy.

"Hm, please, it was not I but the queen whose efforts brought you freedom. She spent a great deal of time and magic to get you out of Azkaban," my father dismisses with a smile and a wave.

"I-I see," Sirius states. "W-will I be given the honor of greeting her so that I can properly give her my gratitude?" the man asks hesitantly.

I giggle. My father restrains a laugh. Arty doesn't bother, barking out a short laugh as he plops himself into a chair at the dining table. Even Ted and Andy look like they're struggling, clearly remembering and drawing the parallels from when my status was revealed to them as well, and no doubt finding amusement at being in the other side of this reveal. I step forward, curtsying just as Andy taught me. "Hello Sirius Black. I am Kamaria Emerys le Fey, current queen and Head of House Emerys le Fey, at your service."

Kila, clearly having waited for his cue, shoots off of his perch on Andi's robes, making the dog man yelp in surprise, and zoom over to land next to me on the floor, rapidly growing to be near the size of my father as his head hovers over me, large wings tucked away as he shifts to his natural glorious midnight blue, his scales speckled like that of the star filled night sky, and very obviously a real dragon. Sirius lets out a choked off shriek as lands on his ass, promptly losing all composure.

I shoot the dragon a highly entertained glance at his dramatic addition to my antics. He merely preens, as if to say, 'I know, isn't my timing perfect?' Kilgharrah was the best.

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After some screaming, sputtering, and rapid fire questions, Sirius seems to find as much humor in the situation as the rest of us. In fact, he starts grinning, admittedly a little maniacally, and mumbling about how it's one of the greatest pranks he's ever seen. Soon, the entire Weasley family, as well as Dora, arrives to join us for our celebration, as Sirius gets his first taste of food post prison. Andi only lets him eat something light and easy on the stomach, a nice thin soup created by Fern, my wonderful cook, but the man looks like he's in heaven regardless. The conversation flows easy and light, but I notice the way Sirius keeps looking around like he's expecting to realize that it's all been just a dream.

As we all make our way to a sitting room, I prance over to Sirius's arm chair, carefully patting his arm. He seems to struggle for a minute, but manages to soften the crazed edge to his expression. "Yes, Little Queen?"

I roll my eyes, but let it go. "Are you…. Well, actually, let me not ask a stupid question," Sirius lets out a surprised laugh as I interrupt myself. "Rather, if it's too much, you can go rest. You don't need to stay."

Sirius stares, before suddenly snatching me into a tight hug. I yelp in surprise, but wave off the concerned looks shot our way, and the threatening way my father half rises from his chair, and pat the man's back gently, ignoring his slightly painful grip. After a bit, he pulls himself together, apologizing and gently setting me back on my feet, his eyes burning far too intensely. "I cannot put into words what you have given me so selflessly. I owe you my life and I will repay this debt, Little Queen. You can count on it."

I bashfully avert my eyes, waving him off. "Don't worry about it. I just did what I wanted. It was no hardship on my part and it was what you deserved anyway."

"Perhaps it is what I deserve," he agrees, voice dark. "But no one else offered me aid and without you, I don't think I would've ever gotten out of there. And I doubt it was no hardship. I will not forget what you've done for me.."

I merely pat the man again shyly and sneak him a cookie when Andi isn't looking.

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"Ready?" My dad murmurs, glancing down at me.

"Yes," I lie.

My father leads me into the fancy restaurant by hand. As we pass, men in suits nod in greeting from where they are positioned along the walls. My brow twitches incredulously as a waiter appears to escort us to a private room, wondering who the hell my grandparents were.

"Mother, Father! We're here!" My father calls out warmly as we enter. Immediately, an elderly woman is rushing over. She doesn't even hesitate to scoop me up and wrap both me and my father in a hug, smattering our faces in kisses.

I blink, stunned, taking in the familiar eyes and curls, realizing where both my father and I got it from. "My son! And this princess must be my first grandchild! Oh, how glad I am to finally meet you!"

She shoots a pointed, annoyed look at my father, making him chuckle sheepishly. A deep rumbling laugh sounds out before I'm gently taken from my grandmother's arms and into another pair, one that smelled of saffron and oud, but were no less gentle and warm.

Where my grandmother was a force of nature disguised by delicate lace and floral perfume, one that looked a great deal like me if I had the pigment in my hair and eyes, but my grandfather was calm and his aura resembled my dad's even if his features didn't. Well, I suppose his white hair and beard, though it was probably from age, made him look like an Emrys, sure enough.

"Hello, Grandfather," I say quietly, unable to project more confidence into the words with dark eyes peering at me so intensely. I find myself staring at his striped silk tie instead. A hand cupping my skull and a firm kiss to my temple is his only response, and oh, that's my dad's smile right there. I find myself mimicking it exactly on instinct before hiding myself in his neck. Fuck, why did I find positive familial affection harder to deal with then an entire life time of familial rejection?

"I'm here! Where is my darling niece?" A warm voice crows as a woman bursts into the room, hands full of gift bags. "Oh! Come here you absolute angel!"

The young woman, my Aunt Danae, I guess, makes grabby hands at me. Hesitantly, I reach back and allow her to scoop me up, appreciating that she at least asked. She cuddles me, kissing and squishing my cheeks and squealing quietly, in an obvious struggle to contain some cute aggression. "Oh my god, I can't believe that she-devil gave birth to such a sweet angel!"

"Danae!" My father scolds sharply even as he accepts her kisses to his cheeks.

"I said what I said," my aunt mutters, rolling her eyes as she bounces me on her hip. Like my dad and I, it seems Danae takes after my grandmother, although it seems they share a similar personality as well.

I reach for my dad who thankfully takes me back into his familiar embrace. I can't remember being given such free affection in my first childhood, but then again, my first mother hated touching me even more than my second. It appears my assumption that my father's near overwhelming cuddliness and warmth was unique to him had been wrong.

Huh.

Soon we were sitting around a table, our orders taken, and after a bit of small talk, my father, perhaps taking pity on my anxious self, decides to get straight to it. Unfortunately, he doesn't wait for me to finish drinking from my cup of juice.

"So, Kamaria is a witch."

I choke and sputter, shooting my father a look of disbelief and horror, only receiving a head pat in return. My grandfather however, merely raises his eyebrows. "Huh. Interesting. I didn't realize we had magical blood in our family."

"Nor I," my grandmother says, completely unfazed as she butters some bread, setting it in front of me with a grin. "I suppose she'll be going to that… what was it dear?"

"Hogwarts, I believe," Grandfather replies.

I stare, utterly confused by everything happening right now. Thankfully, I'm not the only one. Danae looks between her parents with a baffled look. "Is this a joke or something? Or a code I'm missing?"

"Not at all, my dear. As a high-ranking diplomat for the United Nations, I have long since known about the magical community, as has your mother and brother due to their work. It's highly classified information that we were unable to share with you. However, children who are born with magic are allowed to tell their family members, which is why I assume Darius is telling us now."

"….Hilarious. Truly. But, can we end this joke now? There is no way magic is real," Danae deadpans, looking unimpressed. Which, fair. Honestly, I'm just as baffled, if for a different reason, so I take pity on her. I use my magic to push a wine bottle across the table at her.

The room goes silent.

Then Danae gulps, pops the bottle and starts drinking straight out of it. "Okay, nevermind. Tell me about magic."

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"So, magic royalty, huh?" Danae slurs a bit. I try to hide a grin behind a fork full of food. My aunt is turning out to be the most relatable family member so far.

Papa shrugs, bemused. Grandfather merely strokes his beard contemplatively. "To think we'd have such an incredible lineage in the magical community!"

"How fascinating," Grandmother agrees, finally snatching the bottle from her daughter with a sharp look.

"How are you guys taking this so well?" Danae groans, resting her head in her hands.

"High ranking government officials are always read in on such things, especially those of us that work internationally. Our governments meet more often with the magical ones than you'd think."

"Fine," Danae states, waving her hand sloppily at her father"s words. "But what about Umi and Darius- Wait, never mined. I forgot you two were spies for a second there."

…I FUCKING KNEW IT!

My grandmother scoffs. "We are not spies, child. I don't know how many times I must remind you-"

"'Specialized, covert government operations' is just fancy talk for 'spy', and we all know it," Danae interrupts,too drunk to entertain what sounds like an old argument they've had before. My grandmother glares and I decide to intervene before the bickering starts.

"Wanna see our family castle?" I offer hesitantly. Every single one of them perks up and Grandfather rumbles a low laugh.

"Yes, I think I'd like that," Grandfather murmurs, a gentle hand resting on my cheek.

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"BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" Danae shrieks looking at the front of Emrys castle, having just been apperated by Maple after a short excited interrogation of the cheerful brownie. 

"Language!" Papa snaps.

"Darius! We have a fucking castle!" She yells, arms flailing, before pointing at her parents where they are calmly strolling arm in arm as they observe the property like it's a fascinating art piece. "You guys are the weird ones for just taking it in stride!"

Grandmother hums. "Child, I've long since stopped being surprised by things I've seen. If I panicked every time I found out a secret, especially a political one, I'd have died long ago."

…Seriously, who the fuck was my family?

"Wanna meet the family dragon?" I offer, feeling oddly like a toddler showing off to her family. Oh wait, that's exactly what I am, I realize with a bit of horrified amusement. "You'll have to speak in formal, ancient Arabic or Latin to understand him, though."

"…Oh my god, yes," Danae whispers, dazed.

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To my astonished awe, the rest of my first meeting with my paternal family goes just as well. Danae decides she's moving in while she's on break before she starts medical school, and it's not like either Papa or I will tell her that she can't stay at our family's ancestral estate. My grandfather and grandmother, due to the nature of their suspicious ass work, can't stay at the castle full time since their phones wouldn't receive calls here because magic fucks with mundane technology. However, they insist on getting a floo connection or a ride from the brownies so they can visit frequently.

Not once do they look at me with cold eyes. Not once do they give voice to any suspicions they have. Not once do they rebuke me for speaking or acting just a touch too mature for my age. They just…. unconditionally accept. Even Danae, who understandably freaks out frequently, but it's more out of excitement than anything.

"Ah, I have waited for this day for a long time, little child of prophecy," rumbles the son of Magic.

I glance at the dog sized dragon as he approaches, before returning my gaze to my paternal family as they explore the library together, Danae, despite being in her 20's, is running around gleefully like a tot on a sugar high as she interacts with various enchanted statues that bow to her as she passes them as one of the blood of Emrys. "What do you mean?"

"With you, your houses will rise again, and the blood of Emrys returns to walk the halls of our home," Kilgharrah growls, buzzing with pride and happiness.

I huff, unable to stop the smile curling my mouth. "I'm glad you're happy."

And I was. Frankly, I'd decided my prophecy, which was more about my decendants then me, was not my fucking problem. I had chosen to just ignore it, mostly. Especially because after finding out that Fate had decided to literally disabled me in return from granting me Sight, I am not her biggest fan and have no interest in playing her games.

Taking a final glance at my family, Papa and Aunt Danae currently wrestling one another on the thick Persian rug much to my bewilderment, I get up and make my way to find the other inhabitants of the castle. Currently, the Blacks are gathered in a smaller sitting room in the tower that the Tonks-Blacks live in, one of the smaller six towers different from the bigger, central, Family Tower. Unfortunately, I end up walking into yet another argument between Sirius and his Grandfather.

"-don't know what game you are playing, but you can't just pretend to care now because you need me and every other Black got themselves killed following the Dark Wanker-"

"-bite your tongue, boy!-"

"Oh, what? Can't stand anyone defiling the name of your master?"

"No, you insolent little fool. You are in the presence of a royal, and a child at that!"Artie barks sharply, at his wit's end as he holds out an arm to me, one that I easily take to greet him as he gathers me close.

"Good day. I see you two are as spirited as always," I deadpan.

"Little Queen," Sirius greets, notably softening.

"I was hoping you two would work this out on your own, but I see that seems to be too difficult. Therefore, it is time you two had a long talk about your past and future. Uncle Padfoot," I say, turning to the man who startles and then visibly melts at the new address. "I'm aware you have many misgiving about your grandfather, but things are not as black and white as you may suspect. You will lose nothing from hearing him out, and I assure you, if I had sensed ill intent, he would never have been allowed into my castle. So please, just let him explain."

Like all the times Dora or I have crawled into Grandfather Arty's, Sirius seems utterly mystified by the old patriarch's gentleness with us. Finally, Sirius snaps out of it and growls, sounding notably like an actual canine as he takes in my best pair of puppy dog eyes. "That's not fair. You're too cute for me to deny you anything."

I smirk smugly and kiss Arty on his scruffy cheek before going to sit by Padfoot's feet, huffing when he lifts me to sit under his bony arm instead, but I couldn't really deny Sirius Black's puppy dog eyes anymore than he could deny mine. After a deep sigh, the former prisoner turns back to the aristocrat across from us, jaw set stubbornly. "Fine, I will hear you out, but only because the princess asked, and because Harry will be arriving soon, and I want this sorted before then."

Arcturas purses his lips, but begins his story.

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AN; What do we think of the muggle members of House Emtys?