Life is a Game of Chess

Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
F/F
F/M
M/M
Multi
G
Life is a Game of Chess
Summary
There should have been a class for this sort of thing. I mean one minute he was an average (well as average as The-Boy-Who-Lived could ever be anyway) eleven year old waiting for his twelfth birthday to ring in at midnight, and the next he's waking up in Gringotts and being told he's a King...and apparently they don't mean the ruler kind either. Who the hell knew Wizards sometimes presented as what they called Chess Pieces on their birthdays. A Chess Piece is apparently someone who has an 'abnormal' magical core ...just something else about him that wasn't normal. What does his magical core have to do with chess anyway? And now he has this 'abnormal' magical core and apparently he has to find his, get this, Queens (that's right plural!) and his Chess Set (what ever that is)...why could nothing ever be simple, I mean was it too much to ask? Apparently yes yes it was, someday's he hated his life more then others...at least he now didn't have to worry about being short forever anymore...but six feet is...well its a hell of a change that's for darn sure!A different take on A/O/B dynamics with a lot of twists...cause I felt like it. Cannon compliant up until the end of first year/start of second.
All Chapters

White Walls

Harry stared at the sealing for a while before his eyes strayed back to the book still clutched in his hands biting his lip. Well chapter two hadn't been so bad...and its not like he had to actual read...that chapter right? Right! So thinking he opened the book back up, min as well start at the beginning if he was ever going to get any of this. He thought to himself turning to page one and beginning to read.

Time Skip

Harry traced the words defined at the end of the chapter. Crowning, he supposed that made since I mean he was supposedly a King now. Although without an actual crown...at least he didn't think there was an actual crown. Maybe he should ask his goblin when he came back...if he came back that is. It had been at least three hours since he had left. Although Harry had nothing to really tell time with he was sure it had to have been at least that long. 

Biting his lip he looked around the room. It was pretty bare just the plain bed with its white sheets, the single chair the goblin had been sitting in, the floor length mirror, and the door. Everything was in white, white sheets, why marble walls, white door. In other word it was boring. He frowned as he  stood up setting the book on the bed.

He really hoped the goblins had taken the time to get his stuff before taking him from Privet Drive, and what about Hedwig? Surly they hadn't left her behind! He fought down panic at the thought rushing to the door to try and get some answers. He blinked at the darkness that greeted him. The door lead to a narrow hall made out of more marble that went on for as far as the young wizard could see in either direction.

He looked back and forth trying to decide which way to go. It would be nice if there was someone to ask, but the hall was empty. Frowning he picked a random direction and began walking. Hopefully his goblin wouldn't get to mad at him for leaving his room, but he really needed to ask about Hedwig. He walked for a while in the dark corridor pausing several white doors along the way.

He stopped at each one only to hesitate before moving on, something keeping him from opening them. Probably warded to keep people out he reasoned to himself before he stopped in front of the next door. It looked no different then any of the other doors, but it felt different. He frowned even as his hand stretched out almost as if on a string and opened the door.

He hesitated a moment before stepping inside the dark room. His green eyes scanned the room, it was identical to his. Well almost identical anyway. He slowly moved to the side of the bed. It was like he was being pulled by an unseen force. With his life, and all the things he can't seem to keep from happening that should have scared him, but it didn't. 

Severus Snap POV

Snape let out a sigh as he walked the dark halls. It had taken him more then two months to get Lucus to let him into the Malfoy Mannor. He walked faster as he thought of the frail form he had arrived with earlier that day. He'd had to go to Hogwart to retrieve some of his more potent potions after he'd been sure his charge would survive. How he'd survived the hell Lucus had put him trough the older wizard wasn't quit sure. Maybe it was just the luck of the young, or maybe it was stupidity. 

Who would want to live this kind of life? He had often wondered himself why he had not simply taken the way out. Shaking his head to clear the dark, well darker then normal anyway thoughts he paused outside of the door to his charges room frowning.

He drew his wand as he slipped quietly though the cracked door years of hiding in the shadows making him almost invisible. He swished his wand sending a wordless Stunner at the figure standing over his charges bed. He didn't let his shock show as the figure turned to look at him over his shoulder, the stunner seemingly slipping off of the figure like water off a ducks back. It took years of control to keep his calm facade as he stared into glowing green eyes that seemed to stair into his soul and demand he spill his secrets.

 

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