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As far as Lapis could remember, fate had always been a fickle thing, for example, the fate of a leaf could twist in a thousand different ways the moment it fell. The leaf might be carried by the wind before it fell and go to a thousand places, a herbivorous animal might pick it up and eat it for breakfast, or the leaf might fall on the head of a young lady passing by and a handsome young man might pick it up and they might become friends and even get married one day. Dramatic, yes, but Lapis preferred to describe the mysterious twists of fate in whatever way was easiest for her young mind, thank you very much!!
Lapis had always seen them, thin, delicate lines that wrapped around people like spiderwebs. At first she didn't know what they were, and when she realized no one but her could see them, she stopped talking about them to others so as not to seem strange, but as she grew older and her sister talked to her about the history of family gifts, she realized that she could see glimpses of multiple possible futures for a person by touching them, and eventually she called them the threads of fate and her own ability to be the weaver of the future.
She wasn't a seer or a prophet, certainly; she had the gift of seeing the future, but not in the way other seers did; she had seen them; her great-aunt Sphene had been a well-known seer in Britain before she died of dragonpox when Lapis was eight, and Lapis had seen her prophesy several times.
What he remembered of her was beautiful, Aunt Sphene would start to sing, and the lines of poetry as they passed from her mouth showed those around her moments of the future, she would sing of war and orphans, she would sing of the inevitable victory of a little boy and the suffering of a betrayed godfather, she had sung her last poem on her deathbed; she had sung of a future destroyed at the hands of a delusional, sick, Muggle-worshiping old man, and of wizards who had no way of escaping the Muggle chemical weapons...
The thought sickened and worried Lapis, realizing that even magic was useless against so many things, the revelation was unsettling to say the least. Lapis had vowed to herself at the time to do as much as she could to change this fate, and wasn't this the best place for her ability to shine? She couldn't see the future completely, she saw possibilities, and there was no guarantee that anyone would act in a way that would lead to the best outcome in the future. So this was what Lapis had to do, she had to dip her hands into the threads and weave them as she saw fit.
It would require a level of cunning and silver tongue that he didn't have, but it would get there. Sure.
Anything for the future of the wizarding world.