An Agreement with Fate

Accidental Time Travel

People tell you life isn't easy but hard work helps with everything.

People tell you just to live and everything will be fine.

Well, they said to me that and well, I have not had an easy life.

Nobody does.

Life gives you opportunities, life gives you chances, and life gives you options but is it always so easy? It depends on you actually.

It is never easy and you can fall from heaven or rise from hell.

Those sentences are true, however contradicting they may be.

I am me, myself and I, a comedian from Canada, just there to make people laugh. But there is the thing, I cannot make people laugh.

The struggle is something that I learned at a very young age, from when my mother died in a car crash and when my father abandoned me in an orphanage when he was dying from cancer.

I was never a smart person nor an active one but I was always stubborn, I lived on and moved on and went on and on and on. It was hard, it was painful and I cried many times, I made it.

I made it to a good university and then passed with decent marks and when I tried to become an author, it worked decently. I made money and people liked my books.

I was happy.

Was.

I got arrested.

It wasn't my fault, not totally, I was just driving in my car at night and was going home, a rude guy was hitting on a woman and I tried to make him stop.

I accidentally punched him too hard and he fell on the road, a car ran over him and then sped away. The woman and I were horrified.

I took the blame, it was my fault.

When I was released, hate was nothing to me, happiness was gone and guilt was my best friend. Okay, that was an exaggeration, it wasn't that bad, but I was feeling super guilty.

Thankfully, my guards in prison were great, they became my friends and still are, we go to drink every Saturday.

Now, I cannot just go back to writing books like nothing, it was hard to do that. As an escape mechanism, I started going to the gym. I did almost nothing, but at least my mind wasn't filled with guilt.

I started talking to myself at home, to try and work it out, I didn't have much money for a therapist at the time.

It has been three years now and I am a comedian now.

And I am doing horribly.

I have already been threatened to be fired two times and had just resigned today.

It's all good.

I was walking down the empty street at night when I heard someone push me, he cried, "Watch out, mate!"

I fell to the ground and saw a nasty green light fly above my head. I looked above me to see a man with a black robe and a silver skull mask. What the fuck is this?

The man who knocked me down had black hair and glasses on, he was wearing a red trench coat with a strange symbol on it and he was panting. He spat out some blood and said, "Fucking hell, Malfoy, why are you targeting muggles in the middle of our fight?"

I felt a bit confused to be called a muggle but then the skull-masked man, Malfoy, said in a silky voice, "Ah, you see, James, I couldn't just let him walk away, he saw magic after all."

The man with the red trench coat, James, asked, "Didn't he see the magic after you tried to kill him?"

I stared at James and Malfoy.