With a crisp tearing sound reality warped and revealed a polished oak door with a simple metal handle. Families throughout platform 9 and 3 quarters gasped in amazement as this door hung in the middle of the platform, framed by a vibrating blue glow. Aurors that usually hung to the back of the station slowly moved forwards, their wands raised high as the handle twisted downwards and the portal opened.
Stepping out was a boy with black hair and a lightning bolt scar across his forehead. Following behind him was a girl with frizzy brown hair and an air of intelligence that made most kids shiver as she looked at them.
The crowd cried out in excitement and amazement, gathering quickly around the doorway to get a chance of meeting with the boy-who-lived. Harry, Hermione and Freya were coming back to the platform after a long summer holiday training, experimenting and expanding their talents in magic.
Their training had gone so well that Harry could now cast the Fidelius Spell with an errant wave of his hand. Freya had pounded into them the key lessons of manipulating magic and making new magic, both with the anima and other dimensional energies. Both of them were quite adept at slinging themselves around at this stage and were quickly gaining specialisations that they would further explore at school.
Harry in particular had found an interest in rituals, alchemy, artefact creation, dimensional evocation, Dark Arts, Light arts and enchanting. Meanwhile Hermione had started exploring technomancy, arithmancy, druidism, healing, transmutation, evocation, elementalism and charms... Both had experience in everything but they were both attempting to specialise in certain areas. In the future Freya had little doubts they would be powerhouses.
Speaking of Freya, she had stepped out behind them now, a fraction of her magical power leaking out and causing the aurors and parents to gasp in mild shock. When she had been in Hogwarts previously she had not had her staff... Now? Well, she was powerful enough with her staff to exorcise the shard of Mephisto from this universe on a permanent basis. If before she was a source of light akin to the moon, now she was the sun itself.
"Okay kiddos, let's get on the train before it takes off... I'd hate to ruin the surprise I have waiting for you by needing to teleport there." Freya's voice was both familial and rather giddy, her voice faintly echoing inside the swelling waves of leaking magic aura.
"Mhm, I want to find good seats!" Harry took off at a brisk jog, quickly followed by Hermione who was exasperated at his chaotic need to do something and be somewhere.
Freya shook her head and contemplated the gazing faces around her before shrugging. She couldn't care enough about the British wizarding world to interact with it in a serious capacity yet. Perhaps when Dumbledore was exposed for his betrayal by Harry's parents and good old Mouldy-shorts was completely dead would she offer the British a place at her school in Australia.
Speaking of her school, well, what was there to say? It was going splendidly. Nothing had officially started yet but the teachers were slowly assembling in the capital of Australia and discussing lesson plans and class sizes. House elves were being discussed as a topic, whether they would be used as teacher aids or simply to clean the school's grounds. In Freya's opinion house elves were lovely creatures with a pleasant disposition that she would trust far more than any human teacher or even magical species.
The topic of house elves aiding teachers of course led into discussions upon the teaching of mystical species such as Veela, Goblins, Centaurs, Sirens, Mermaids, Vampires, Werewolves, Fairies, Pixies and any other species that may be present on the planet. Freya had simply stated that all were welcome so long as they were willing to learn and obey the rules of the school.
The vast majority of the teachers were pleased or at least neutral with regards to that decision, leading to the house elf discussion, which Freya just let them argue over. She couldn't handle paper work, teaching, killing demons and constantly politicking alongside debating pros and cons to acquiring aid from an amicable species.
She shook her head and walked into the train, finding the carriage that her apprentices were inside, and sitting down. With a small wave of her hand she pulled on the fabric of space to expand itself for her benefit. The compartment was now double its previous size and had a curtain between the two halves. Her apprentices ignored her and continued chatting whilst she slumped into the comfortable upholstered chairs and slipped into a quiet nap... She needed her energy for the reveal at Hogwarts of course...
...
(Harry Potter's Perspective)
Harry was as happy as he'd ever been. His new mentor/master had taught him a large swathe of powerful spells and methods to call upon to battle any future problems he had. No longer was he the boy trapped in a cupboard being tortured by his own relatives and the constant nightmares of his family's deaths at Voldemort's hands.
In the past he had been incapable of wiping away the green glow of that cursed spell. Now though, with the Occlumency taught by Sirius and Freya he had contained that memory inside a vault and behind several complex memory traps. There was even Warframes inside his mind that would activate to an intruding presence in his mind, a 'surprise' for Snape, Freya had said...
"So Harry, have you decided where you're going to school after this year?" Hermione asked him softly, pressing her hair behind her ear with a blush. She was always so damn cute when she did that and he always lost control and blushed himself.
As foretold, he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck in mild embarrassment. "Yeah. I'm going to Freyavellir... There is just so much that can be taught there, plus Freya is there and she can continue teaching us magic." Hermione nodded vigorously as a triumphant smile spread across her face.
"SAME! My mother and father wanted to move to Australia anyway since the world was getting crazier every year. I was going with them next year..." Harry mentally fist bumped himself as a smirk grew on his face as well.
"That means we can go together and hang out with the mutant students!"
Both of them devolved into excited noises as they considered the opportunities that they would have in future and the promise of being with one another still.
...
Hours passed as the train rapidly soared over the tracks towards Northern Scotland. Hundreds of children of varying ages discussed the dramatic emergence of the boy-who-lived and their Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher.
Many likened them to the books and tales told about Harry's childhood whilst some, who knew about the changes in the 'muggle' world, were far more enthusiastic at getting an opportunity to witness the Queen of Australia.
The media across the world had been constantly broadcasting images of her new capital city and magical school. Starships frequently came down to the surface for reasons that many could only hypothesize and besides those badass things there was also the massive continent-spanning shield that protected the nation from Nuclear Blasts and any other weaponry that humanity possessed. If the rumours in the wizarding world were to be believed then that shield even blocked apparition and illegal-portkeys.
As the night was quickly approaching all of the students got dressed in their uniforms, the firsties lacking the colour of any house. Pine trees whipped past as the train marched upwards over a hill and then over the top of an old medieval bridge. Velocity dwindled as the train slowly trundled into the station, lanterns hanging around the perimeter and glowing a vibrant green-blue.
With vibrational shaking the train halted, the momentum bleeding into the tracks below as the breaks flicked on and increased friction between the wheels and tracks. As the train came to a stop Freya awoke with nary a sound or ruffle of hair misplaced. She observed the station outside and looked over at the curtains that blocked her off from her noisy apprentices.
Blinking away the small remnant of lethargy she stood and moved the curtains apart, the silencing charm falling away to reveal the soft speech of a foreign voice. The voice was that of Neville Longbottom who looked utterly relieved and excited. Since Freya had healed his parents he had been spending as much time with them as possible, bringing them everywhere he wanted to go with them in his dreams, much to their immense happiness. Freya could not resist the welling of pride that swelled in her bosom at his wide child-like smile.
"A-and we went to the London Zoo! It was awesome...!" The boy finished his tale with a content sigh, his eyes glazing as he entered into a memory for a few moments.
Harry had the look of someone hurting on the inside, the concept of his mother and father doing those same things with him only bringing sadness. In his mind he would never go to the zoo with his mum or his dad. He would never get a chance to spend Christmas with them and get presents... There was only Sirius and Freya there for him and they weren't truly his parents. Freya could scoop this from his frayed Occlumency shields, the barriers having worn down as he listened to his friend's stories.
"That sounds fantastic Neville." Hermione was sending small worried glances at Harry who was putting on a fake smile and patting the boy on his shoulder. She continued, hoping to interject a new story that everyone else could clearly see coalescing in his eyes. "We have to get off the train though Neville and I'm quite sure Hannah is missing you..."
Neville widened his eyes in horror and quickly stood up, almost smacking his head on an overhead rack. "R-right! She'll probably kill me...!" He ran whilst shouting his goodbyes, her apprentices shaking their heads in mild frustration at the boy's antics.
"Harry, don't be such a glum little shit, let's get to the castle so I can give you your surprise yeah?" The boy twitched and looked up into Freya's eyes with some fragmented shards of anger before they were quelled and he simply nodded his head and walked out of the cabin.
Hermione looked between the two, her soul clearly divided between two people who cared for her. "Go with him, there is a reason I drove him out of his sorrow and it will be revealed at dinner tonight." Hermione grimaced but inclined her head in agreement, sprinting after her Harry, the girl really hated seeing her boyfriend in pain.
Freya watched from the cabin as they slowly entered into a carriage pulled by Thestrals, her two apprentices offering each other comfort in the shitty Scottish weather. Rain slowly dripped down the glass, smearing their visage, before it was evaporated with a miniscule popping noise. She had places to be and one of those places was Grimmauld Place.
...
Dumbledore was deep in contemplation as he sat upon his throne in the dining hall. His plans ever since sacrificing Lily and James had been moving ahead flawlessly. The weapon, Harry, was sluggishly learning magic and eating up his drivel about the 'Greater Good' like the good little sycophant he was meant to be. And wasn't that a delectable situation for the current patriarch of the Guinevere family... He could almost taste the deletion of Merlin's line and Arthur's hateful plague of a bloodline.
Mephisto had not been his first choice of partners in crime, but, one could never be too picky when it came to achieving ones' goals. The ancient demon was a necessary evil in the plan of eradicating an even greater stain upon Earth. If it came at the measly cost of his enemy's souls then all the better... At least they would never come back to haunt him like Tom Riddle had.
Tom Riddle, or as he called himself, Voldemort, had been a mistake amidst his plans for the eradication of the aforementioned bloodlines. He had been a half blood that was scorned by the pure bloods in his own house, ridiculed for his life at the orphanage, he was designed to be the perfect weapon against all purebloods... A weapon, his very first, to attack and weaken both the Black family, the Potter family and whatever family interrupted his plans. That had been a failure and the boy had spoken with a remnant of Herpo the Foul... Tom Riddle had fractured his soul irreparably and twisted his own conscious into maddened shards. It had given him clarity to his schemes but had driven the man insane and given him the urge to improve himself using large-scale dark rituals including child sacrifice and Aztec heart-eating ceremonies.
No, that wouldn't occur with Harry... He had learnt his lessons from last time and controlled every aspect of the boy's life. Even the abuse he suffered at the hands of his 'relatives' was planned and organised, sustained by the money from his family's own accounts. The only slight problem with the boy was the prophecy given by his old lover, Grindelwald... Oh, the fake prophecy given by the Divination teacher was just that, a lie. He had implanted the words and used magic to reproduce the effects but it was just a cover for the true prophecy.
Those words still haunted him to this day. Back then he had no inkling of who the prophecy regarded but he knew better now and could see the signs dwelling around his new weapon... Though he knew not the full picture...
When the veiled star circles the gate of borrowed blood,a child of the silent hearth shall rise beneath a keeper's shadow.
The hand that guides shall sow its own undoing,for in the vessel shaped by sorrow sleeps the eye that knows the shaper.
Three paths coil as one:the chain that binds,the truth that blinds,and the spark that wakes the sleeping storm.
In the hour when the unmarked becomes the marked,the circle shall break itself,and the weaver of fates shall face the fate he wove.
He shivered as the recollection was forcefully broken by the Hall's doors opening, revealing the scarred figure of Harry Potter, his weapon. Emerald eyes met his own Cyan Blue and he could feel his own magic cry a little, as if it were facing an oncoming storm.
'He is becoming too powerful... Perhaps, I am in need of a new weapon...?'
The thought was quenched by the increased flames around the room, an eldritch wind softly caressing the leylines below and above. If one were to believe Divination, these were fowl portents for his mission... Fortunately he found the entire concept of the art completely imbecilic and prone to chicanery.
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