Nightmare at Hogwarts - Mother Moon, Daughter Shade

by Moterius

Musings

We were flying over Europe, some three months later. It had taken a while for Harry to find their magical balance again, the power I had given them not changing them but instead increasing the power their magic core had.

“It seems like you have mastered flight quite well,” I said, and they nodded, looking at the black world below us, lit up by hundreds of thousands of lights. Deciding on a whim, I folded my arms around them, cast a spell I never allowed myself to forget, and threw my wings down.

“Mom? Where are we going?”

“The place where you can really appreciate the beauty of both light and dark,” I responded, my wings now beating the air down assisted with the spell I just cast.

The spell kept a bubble of air around us, allowing me to fly more easily and Harry to breathe. He, though, still lost his breath once he looked down.

“Whoa…”

The entirety of Europe was laid out in front of us, basked in the darkness of the night, the light of the sun starting to creep over the horizon.

Creating a platform below us to sit upon, I stared down, realizing we were up high enough that gravity was notably weaker.

If I would have been a different person, maybe I would have commented on it, but I just looked down on the earth.

“Beautiful…”

“That it is.”

---

In the Ministry of Magic, a seer looked straight up, looking at something only they could see.

“The skies are the domain of the gods. But the gods already claimed the skies as their domain.”

It made about as much sense as what they usually spoke.

---

Feeling the energy next to me, I blinked.

“Ten years nothing and now the world takes notice of me?”

The cloaked figure which had appeared next to me sighed.

<That, I can, answer. You, used magic. Powerful, and, divine. Hid, yourself.>

A violent shudder, before continuing.

<I, hate immortals. But, I cannot, beat you, will not, attempt. You, true immortal. You, stolen not, life you, hold, is given.>

“You are death,” I realized, receiving a nod.

<I, gave parts. Made, more death. Too much, life, then. Death, too much, now.>

“Is there a point to all this?” I asked in a curious tone, also not wishing this entity to make my enemy.

<I, ask help. Destroy, death makers.>

My brain screeched to a halt, and I responded rather mechanically.

“Are you aware that I have to ask for compensation?”

<Any, one gone, I give you power it had. Once, two gone, I give you magic. Once, all gone, I give you sinners of magic.>

“Souls of sinners?”

<Souls, attempting, to destroy, other souls.>

I nodded.

“I’ll see what I can do. Can I find those pieces somehow?”

<Energy, they have. Aura, I give you,> the response was, and a piece of crystallized magic was held out for me to take.

It felt like an odd absence of nothing. There wasn’t magic in the place the aura was, but something else.

“I can feel that,” I said, making sure to remember it. The entity nodded, but I had one more question.

“How can I make them gone?”

<Wand, break. Cloak, wear. Stone, absorb, magic.>

The entity stood silent for a moment, before looking at Harry, who was just looking back in interest.

<Child, fears not. Why, not? Death, scare children, adult, less.>

“Mom is scarier, but she will not hurt me. You, you too will not hurt people, they hurt themselves.”

The entity stood there, a bit confused.

<Glad, to hear. Death, it comes, dying, you do. Child, right you, are. Gift, I give you,> it said, pulling out a ring.

<Name, you can be given. Peverell, you can be.>

Harry shook his head.

“I’m fine being Harry Moon… give it to mother.”

<Child, generous, you are. Family, you look for. Wish, I hear,> it said, placing the ring in my hand. It gave me a nod and then vanished.

I snorted.

“You potters have a tendency to attract divine trouble, do you not?”

“Maybe?” he asked, eyes wide while looking at the illusions hovering in front of us, being a wand, a cloak, and a ring.

Comments

[Starlight Nova]

11103446
What's gender dysphoria?

[Feynna]

11105593
Being uncomfortable with one's own body/sex. Usually a sign that someone's gender doesn't match with said body that can lead to... some difficult feelings, let's put it like that. >.>

[RegMoDII]

<Name, you can be given. Peverell, you can be.>

Did Death just offer Hary the opportunity to revive an ancient wizerding family line?