Ducklings

What if the prophecy kept at the Hall of Prophecies was manipulated to suit the needs of an old manipulator? What if the recent Dark Lord forgot his original goals in his quest to attain immortality and cheat Death? What if the Boy-Who-Lived accepted his death even before he knew he was the Boy-Who-Lived? And what if the Fates intervened to start a new game of 'chess'? ---------“Dumbledore seriously needs to check his morals! He wants a child to kill a grown-up wizard! Not to mention one of the most powerful dark wizards in Britain!” “The prophecy does say you’d be his equal," Atropos pointed out. “Only raw magical power won’t be able to do anything," Harry pointed out. “I can’t just fire off spells at him and hope for the best. Besides, he must have had at least three decades worth of experience over me.” “Five decades actually," Lord Death supplied. Harry slumped slightly. “You guys and Dumbledore both are insane!”, he proclaimed. “We didn’t say you will have to kill him really," Atropos pointed out.

The universe is a bitch, apparently they are reincarnated French revolutionaries, and suddenly physical separation from Enjolras is actually painful and hazardous to your health. Grantaire hates his life. Lives. Both. (A modern AU with a reincarnation and soulbond twist, or: everything and the kitchen sink is against Grantaire. It ends well, though.)

In a world where alphas and omegas are born with the first name of their mates on their wrists, alpha Derek's mate's name comes in mysteriously late. Thinking his mate will never show up, Derek marries Kate and has a son. When his true mate, Stiles, enters the scene Derek attempts to divorce Kate to be with him. Stiles has known Derek is his mate since he was 11, but he's not impressed by Derek's plan at all. Stiles doesn't want to be the other woman and Kate doesn't want to let Derek go, but there is something about Stiles scent that makes Derek think he might not have long to figure this whole mess out...ALSO, somehow this became about fictional dance shit... idk... my childhood ruined me. Inspired by a great fic by aohatsu: http://archiveofourown.org/works/925674

“Take me to him. I want to see him.” He’s not asking, and they both know it. Letting out a sigh, Kakashi nods knowing that the blond would probably just hurt himself trying to get to Sasuke anyway, so it would be better for everyone involved if he just took him himself. That way he could keep an eye on his two former students as well as the anbu. “Okay.”

An ancient prophecy brings three people together in a race against time to save the world. Ancient forces collide to correct what went wrong.