The Thestral approached, directly nuzzling up against me, urging me to pet it. I indulge it, stroking its boney neck and thin fur much to its delight. I seem to have an affinity with animals, but the Owl’s reaction towards me suggests otherwise.
“Do you know where I am needed?” I asked the Thestral.
It was a shot in the dark, but worth asking.
The Thestral raised its head and walked off into the forest, looking back towards me to check if I was following.
With hesitation, I followed.
‘It’s not every day this happens,’ I thought to myself.
Following behind the Thestral proved interesting, as I quickly found myself being surrounded by a herd of them.
All of this culminated in me finding Luna in a clearing, foraging in some bushes.
“Hi Luna!” I greeted her whilst walking over to her.
“Eek!” She was surprised at the sudden greeting.
“Zane? What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know. If a painting ever says, ‘you are needed’ and asks you to take a secret passage, don’t go in.” I explained while being completely serious.
She went silent whilst I couldn’t help but think about the whole scenario. Was I meant to meet someone at the great lake? But a Thestral came to get me, so does Luna need help?
I look towards Luna who has gone back to foraging in the bushes, looking for something before moving onto the next one.
“Do you need help?” I asked.
Luna was taken aback and pointed towards a bush.
“I am looking for Wurplates,” Before I could ask she explained what they were.
“They are cute, fuzzy creatures that can be found in calm places.”
“Any environments they prefer?” I asked.
She stopped and thought about it.
“I don’t know.” She said with unmatched confidence.
I just nodded my head and went to the bush she pointed at, wanting to find these fuzzy little things for myself.
It didn’t take long before I found such a fuzzy little thing, though Luna was disappointed.
“That’s a Niffler,” she poked its head whilst I was holding it. I was sure I had seen it around, and it clearly knew me by the way it was looking at me.
“Oh,” This was the Niffler that returned my wand.
“Perry P.” I named it.
Perry didn’t seem thrilled at the name, but it also couldn’t escape my grasp.
“What does the P. stand for?” Luna asked.
“P.” I replied.
She seemed unimpressed at my response and took Perry from my hands. It squealed as if delighted, clearly playing favourites.
“We should ask Hagrid what they eat when we go back,” I said to her which earned a nod.
She seemed to like hugging cute things and keeping them as pets. The night went on as we searched for Wurplates with no luck.
“Tempus.”
[20:40]
“Ah. I think we should go to Hagrid’s now if we still want to talk to him.” I spoke to Luna who had dived into a bush.
She popped her head out and nodded, with Perry trying to balance on top of her head.
We made our way to Hagrid’s Hut, using the tried and tested method of dropping a stick and walking in the direction it lands. It might be worth learning the surroundings of Hogwarts to avoid such a iffy method in the future.
We didn’t get far before we ran into a Thestral that had been hanging around.
“Do you know where Hagrid is?” I asked it.
It turned around and walked off, with me and Luna following it.
“How can you see Thestrals?” Luna asked.
I had to think about that, as I had never not been able too.
“I always have been able to see them. I even feel weirdly close with them,” The last part I muttered out, merely thinking as to why this would be the case. Going through my memories I couldn’t remember any instances where I saw death, even including animals.
My memories were as normal as they came with me having a normal childhood, normal parents, and a normal upbringing.
My head started throbbing. Something didn’t add up in my memories. They felt normal.
“We’re here,” Luna broke me out of my state of mind, as she nudged me when saying it.
“Oh…” I absently acknowledged it, feeling as if my brain was knocking itself against my skull.
My nose started to drip, but I wiped it with my sleeve as Luna knocked on Hagrid’s door.
“Comin’!” Hagrid’s voice boomed back, before the door was opened. I started feeling lightheaded.
“How can I help you two…” He trailed off as he looked at me. I start to lose focus in my vision.
“… Niffler…” The voices around me became muffled.
“Ah.” I weakly muttered. I could feel light hitting my skin.
The sky with all its stars had appeared in my vision before I registered it, with it being the last thing I saw before everything faded to black.
I tried looking around me but couldn’t see anything.
Couldn’t move anything.
Couldn’t hear anything.
“Tsk.” Something behind me clicked their tongue in annoyance in this dark void.
I tried looking towards the source but felt as if I was in a frozen state. Instead, a light figure walked into my peripheral vision, and eventually in front of me. I could feel its gaze on me.
“I thought it was going to last much longer than that,” It spoke at me, but I didn’t know what it meant. I struggled to open my mouth to ask questions.
It looked at me up and down, an uncanny feeling weighing upon me.
“So, you have questions.” The figure stopped in front of me, waving its hand and forming a chair to sit on. I felt my voice come back.
“What happened?” Was the first thing I asked.
“Huh, I thought you would have asked who I was.” The figure was clearly confused.
I didn’t reply and instead waited for their explanation.
“Well, the problem is you noticed your memories were altered, or as you put it, ‘Too Normal,’” It started.
“I’m going to tell you now, don’t look too deeply into it.” Its tone got extremely serious. “Nothing good will come of it, and would undo all of your parents work,”
“What?”
“Well, you- Mmm,” It started groaning mid-sentence. “Back whe- Arrg,” It stopped to catch its breath.
“It seems I have said too much…” It muttered off.
“Wha-“
“Anyways, listen to Luna, don’t learn Occlumency,” It forcibly cut me off, before it clicked its fingers.
“Be seeing you, Zane…”
The figure disappeared from my vision, before my surroundings started getting brighter.
///
“Oh, he’s waking back up,” I heard someone say next to me.
"Ye gave me a proper scare, passin' out like that," A booming voice woke me up properly.
I had a throbbing headache, but nothing reality breaking like my dream was. I looked around to see 5 sets of eyes all looking at me.
“I’m back,” I absentmindedly said.
Luna nodded and went back to weaving some grass together to form a bracelet. Ron hesitated to say anything before Harry spoke up.
“What happened?” He asked in a concerned voice.
I wasn’t sure how to explain what had happened myself, so gave a vague shrug.
“Where’s Perry?” I asked.
“Perry?” Harry responded.
“Yes, the Niffler,”
"Right over here, been feedin' ‘im my special mix," Hagrid responded, showing me the now asleep Niffler. I nodded and laid back down, to calm my headache.
“Zane,” Luna broke me out of my micro nap. I had managed to tune out all the other conversations Harry was having with Hagrid and the others and drifted to sleep.
“Hmm?”
“Right, you best be going back to Hogwarts, its past curfew.” Hagrid spoke up, ushering us all out.
“What about Perry?” I asked Hagrid. He dropped the Niffler into my arms and pushed us out of his hut.
“Sorry Guys,” Harry started. “There isn’t enough room under my cloak for all of us. Well scout the way ahead so you don’t get caught by Filch.”
“… Who?” I asked. Hermione and Ron seemed shocked but remained quiet.
“The groundskeeper…” Harry trailed off.
“Never met him.”
“Lucky.” Ron mutters.
I started making my way towards the castle, with Luna in tow leaving the trio behind.
“What an eventful night…” I muttered.
“Zane,”
“Yes?”
“My dad said you can spend Christmas with us,” she said.
‘Did I even ask her?’ I thought to myself. But it was greatly appreciated, since…
“Thanks,” I muttered, marching forwards.
“Did you know where I was needed?” I asked on a whim. Luna gave a shrug and continued walking. Seems I can’t trust vague paintings in the future.
///
The following morning, I woke up with no one in my dorm room. Despite it being a 4 bedder, I haven’t seen any of my room mates since the first night. Whether this was on purpose or not was to be seen, hell, I don’t even remember their names anymore.
However, I did have a guest in my room.
“Perry?” On the pillow next to me laid the Niffler from last night. They are said to possess an amazing ability to sniff out ‘treasures’ but I am curious how they determine what the treasure is. Is it the smell of gold or the smell of concentrated magic on artifacts? Does magic even have a smell?
I am getting side tracked. Right now, I need some method of protection, and I have just the thing inside of Pinky. I bring Pinky out of my trunk and flip to the latest page.
-----
Project: MAGIC DOME
Purpose: Passive Protection
Goal: Passive Protection
Method: A floating orb that hovers around the user and reacts to large fluctuations of magic with a Protego shield.
Side Note: Matched to users magical signature to avoid self-activation (Bombarda would end poorly)
-----
I was rather proud of my latest ‘invention’, even if it was just a concept. I already have the runic schematic figured out for it and just need to determine a method of storing magic power and releasing it as the shield charm.
Which meant a lot of experimenting, something I’m looking forwards too. This is just a step in my plan to find and save my parents. If I can’t even protect myself, I am just a burden for my parents.
And there began my experimenting with different materials I found around Hogwarts.
---
Author Corner:
I’m progressing the story faster. Theres a lot I want to do and I have shit I want to do after voldymortus too. Feedback welcome, I still feel awkward as fuck talking between a bunch of 11/12 y ear olds and Hagrid.
The feeling light thing was real as I recently passed out at and could feel the light hitting my skin. It’s a rather interesting feeling.
Cya next time.
The Thestral approached, directly nuzzling up against me, urging me to pet it. I indulge it, stroking its boney neck and thin fur much to its delight. I seem to have an affinity with animals, but the Owl’s reaction towards me suggests otherwise.
“Do you know where I am needed?” I asked the Thestral.
It was a shot in the dark, but worth asking.
The Thestral raised its head and walked off into the forest, looking back towards me to check if I was following.
With hesitation, I followed.
‘It’s not every day this happens,’ I thought to myself.
Following behind the Thestral proved interesting, as I quickly found myself being surrounded by a herd of them.
All of this culminated in me finding Luna in a clearing, foraging in some bushes.
“Hi Luna!” I greeted her whilst walking over to her.
“Eek!” She was surprised at the sudden greeting.
“Zane? What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know. If a painting ever says, ‘you are needed’ and asks you to take a secret passage, don’t go in.” I explained while being completely serious.
She went silent whilst I couldn’t help but think about the whole scenario. Was I meant to meet someone at the great lake? But a Thestral came to get me, so does Luna need help?
I look towards Luna who has gone back to foraging in the bushes, looking for something before moving onto the next one.
“Do you need help?” I asked.
Luna was taken aback and pointed towards a bush.
“I am looking for Wurplates,” Before I could ask she explained what they were.
“They are cute, fuzzy creatures that can be found in calm places.”
“Any environments they prefer?” I asked.
She stopped and thought about it.
“I don’t know.” She said with unmatched confidence.
I just nodded my head and went to the bush she pointed at, wanting to find these fuzzy little things for myself.
It didn’t take long before I found such a fuzzy little thing, though Luna was disappointed.
“That’s a Niffler,” she poked its head whilst I was holding it. I was sure I had seen it around, and it clearly knew me by the way it was looking at me.
“Oh,” This was the Niffler that returned my wand.
“Perry P.” I named it.
Perry didn’t seem thrilled at the name, but it also couldn’t escape my grasp.
“What does the P. stand for?” Luna asked.
“P.” I replied.
She seemed unimpressed at my response and took Perry from my hands. It squealed as if delighted, clearly playing favourites.
“We should ask Hagrid what they eat when we go back,” I said to her which earned a nod.
She seemed to like hugging cute things and keeping them as pets. The night went on as we searched for Wurplates with no luck.
“Tempus.”
[20:40]
“Ah. I think we should go to Hagrid’s now if we still want to talk to him.” I spoke to Luna who had dived into a bush.
She popped her head out and nodded, with Perry trying to balance on top of her head.
We made our way to Hagrid’s Hut, using the tried and tested method of dropping a stick and walking in the direction it lands. It might be worth learning the surroundings of Hogwarts to avoid such a iffy method in the future.
We didn’t get far before we ran into a Thestral that had been hanging around.
“Do you know where Hagrid is?” I asked it.
It turned around and walked off, with me and Luna following it.
“How can you see Thestrals?” Luna asked.
I had to think about that, as I had never not been able too.
“I always have been able to see them. I even feel weirdly close with them,” The last part I muttered out, merely thinking as to why this would be the case. Going through my memories I couldn’t remember any instances where I saw death, even including animals.
My memories were as normal as they came with me having a normal childhood, normal parents, and a normal upbringing.
My head started throbbing. Something didn’t add up in my memories. They felt normal.
“We’re here,” Luna broke me out of my state of mind, as she nudged me when saying it.
“Oh…” I absently acknowledged it, feeling as if my brain was knocking itself against my skull.
My nose started to drip, but I wiped it with my sleeve as Luna knocked on Hagrid’s door.
“Comin’!” Hagrid’s voice boomed back, before the door was opened. I started feeling lightheaded.
“How can I help you two…” He trailed off as he looked at me. I start to lose focus in my vision.
“… Niffler…” The voices around me became muffled.
“Ah.” I weakly muttered. I could feel light hitting my skin.
The sky with all its stars had appeared in my vision before I registered it, with it being the last thing I saw before everything faded to black.
I tried looking around me but couldn’t see anything.
Couldn’t move anything.
Couldn’t hear anything.
“Tsk.” Something behind me clicked their tongue in annoyance in this dark void.
I tried looking towards the source but felt as if I was in a frozen state. Instead, a light figure walked into my peripheral vision, and eventually in front of me. I could feel its gaze on me.
“I thought it was going to last much longer than that,” It spoke at me, but I didn’t know what it meant. I struggled to open my mouth to ask questions.
It looked at me up and down, an uncanny feeling weighing upon me.
“So, you have questions.” The figure stopped in front of me, waving its hand and forming a chair to sit on. I felt my voice come back.
“What happened?” Was the first thing I asked.
“Huh, I thought you would have asked who I was.” The figure was clearly confused.
I didn’t reply and instead waited for their explanation.
“Well, the problem is you noticed your memories were altered, or as you put it, ‘Too Normal,’” It started.
“I’m going to tell you now, don’t look too deeply into it.” Its tone got extremely serious. “Nothing good will come of it, and would undo all of your parents work,”
“What?”
“Well, you- Mmm,” It started groaning mid-sentence. “Back whe- Arrg,” It stopped to catch its breath.
“It seems I have said too much…” It muttered off.
“Wha-“
“Anyways, listen to Luna, don’t learn Occlumency,” It forcibly cut me off, before it clicked its fingers.
“Be seeing you, Zane…”
The figure disappeared from my vision, before my surroundings started getting brighter.
///
“Oh, he’s waking back up,” I heard someone say next to me.
"Ye gave me a proper scare, passin' out like that," A booming voice woke me up properly.
I had a throbbing headache, but nothing reality breaking like my dream was. I looked around to see 5 sets of eyes all looking at me.
“I’m back,” I absentmindedly said.
Luna nodded and went back to weaving some grass together to form a bracelet. Ron hesitated to say anything before Harry spoke up.
“What happened?” He asked in a concerned voice.
I wasn’t sure how to explain what had happened myself, so gave a vague shrug.
“Where’s Perry?” I asked.
“Perry?” Harry responded.
“Yes, the Niffler,”
"Right over here, been feedin' ‘im my special mix," Hagrid responded, showing me the now asleep Niffler. I nodded and laid back down, to calm my headache.
“Zane,” Luna broke me out of my micro nap. I had managed to tune out all the other conversations Harry was having with Hagrid and the others and drifted to sleep.
“Hmm?”
“Right, you best be going back to Hogwarts, its past curfew.” Hagrid spoke up, ushering us all out.
“What about Perry?” I asked Hagrid. He dropped the Niffler into my arms and pushed us out of his hut.
“Sorry Guys,” Harry started. “There isn’t enough room under my cloak for all of us. Well scout the way ahead so you don’t get caught by Filch.”
“… Who?” I asked. Hermione and Ron seemed shocked but remained quiet.
“The groundskeeper…” Harry trailed off.
“Never met him.”
“Lucky.” Ron mutters.
I started making my way towards the castle, with Luna in tow leaving the trio behind.
“What an eventful night…” I muttered.
“Zane,”
“Yes?”
“My dad said you can spend Christmas with us,” she said.
‘Did I even ask her?’ I thought to myself. But it was greatly appreciated, since…
“Thanks,” I muttered, marching forwards.
“Did you know where I was needed?” I asked on a whim. Luna gave a shrug and continued walking. Seems I can’t trust vague paintings in the future.
///
The following morning, I woke up with no one in my dorm room. Despite it being a 4 bedder, I haven’t seen any of my room mates since the first night. Whether this was on purpose or not was to be seen, hell, I don’t even remember their names anymore.
However, I did have a guest in my room.
“Perry?” On the pillow next to me laid the Niffler from last night. They are said to possess an amazing ability to sniff out ‘treasures’ but I am curious how they determine what the treasure is. Is it the smell of gold or the smell of concentrated magic on artifacts? Does magic even have a smell?
I am getting side tracked. Right now, I need some method of protection, and I have just the thing inside of Pinky. I bring Pinky out of my trunk and flip to the latest page.
-----
Project: MAGIC DOME
Purpose: Passive Protection
Goal: Passive Protection
Method: A floating orb that hovers around the user and reacts to large fluctuations of magic with a Protego shield.
Side Note: Matched to users magical signature to avoid self-activation (Bombarda would end poorly)
-----
I was rather proud of my latest ‘invention’, even if it was just a concept. I already have the runic schematic figured out for it and just need to determine a method of storing magic power and releasing it as the shield charm.
Which meant a lot of experimenting, something I’m looking forwards too. This is just a step in my plan to find and save my parents. If I can’t even protect myself, I am just a burden for my parents.
And there began my experimenting with different materials I found around Hogwarts.
---
Author Corner:
I’m progressing the story faster. Theres a lot I want to do and I have shit I want to do after voldymortus too. Feedback welcome, I still feel awkward as fuck talking between a bunch of 11/12 y ear olds and Hagrid.
The feeling light thing was real as I recently passed out at and could feel the light hitting my skin. It’s a rather interesting feeling.
Cya next time.
