This is why he captures her attention, the ambitious ferocity lurking in the molten swirl of his irises, the edge of animal intelligence and predatory fire churning in their depths. There is danger and cruelty and smooth calculation behind the gold and she is helplessly drawn in, mesmerised by the burn.

Fate is a curiously fickle thing, I have often wondered if it could've all been different; if he hadn't been in that place at that time, would it have all played out some other way? Perhaps it was never fate, merely chance, that put us in those places. Regardless, I wouldn't have changed it for the world. SiriusXOC

I have often wondered whether it was fate or chance that put him in Diagon Alley, in that place, right at that specific moment. And if it had been anyone else, would it have played out the same? Some things it seems, depend on more that just luck or chance. If only it wasn't his stupidly attractive mug there, things might have been very different.