Prologue
The child opened his eyes. Light blinded him quickly shutting his eyes and let out a quiet whimper he attempted to move quickly, quickly he only began to struggle more as he could notmove panic was beginning to set in. He was on his knees opening his eyes again he had to blink back tears both of fear and of the painful blinding light, Eyes adjusting he quickly began to hyperventilate all around him were his nest-mates bound similarly to him on their knees naked except for a cloth around their lower half that barely reached mid-thighs.
Some already bore bleeding marks and bruises. A girl younger than him was screaming silently her eyes gouged out and rivets of blood streaming down her face. One of the bird creatures behind her dropped two round things into a bowl with a stick. He heard a squishing sound and realised they weren’t two round objects but two round eyes the girl's eyes! As he slowly poured in red liquid from a bowl….a bowl he noticed was beneath each and every other one of his nest-mates some already dripping blood into it before sticking a clawed finger into the mixture and painting symbols onto the walls of whatever hell they were being kept in.
Suddenly the boy next to him let out a sharp no! Shakily the boy turns his head and watches as they cut his eyes and tongue out before doing the same symbols on the wall. Suddenly his head is pulled back and all he knows is painand darkness truly crying now he releases a cry one that seems to burst from his chest only for the bird men to laugh mockingly
“Well we know the runes work now”
Whatever they did the scream continued to tear through him Painful and without respite. The birdmen begin to chant Knives enter his flesh and the screaming climbed even higher. His very scales were being torn off slowly and will what felt like a blunt knife. Chanting rose the room trembled So many sacrifices and the ritual began. The boy went loose like a puppet let go of its strings and the room exploded killing everyone within it and only fuelling the dark despicable ritual further albeit unintentionally completely throwing the intended effect off. For the ritual meant to obscure and murky the ability to travel towards the realm, Nevarah imploded under its own weight. Magic is never meant to be trifled with by anyone causing irreversible effects to the world it was performed on...On Earth
All around the world In the year 1946 The waters churned, volcanoes erupted and natural disasters occurred all over the world. Magical ley-lines rewiring and changing. The ones deep beneath the oceans dying to let the rest of the world live. Entire magical aquamarine species dying screaming. The only ones surviving are within the world's lakes, rivers or coastal areas. Countless magicians would suffer explosions and various painful deaths and injuries whilst travelling from one country to another via magic be it portkey flu or apparition were they powerful enough to do such a thing.
These occurrences would be presumed to be an effect of some ritual or another (they would be partly correct) to be added to yet another despicable thing that Gellert Grindewald had done during his reign of terror(they had no idea how wrong they were about this...not even Grindelwald would think the ritualistic suffering and murder of nearly 21 creature children a good nor wise idea)
The world as it was once known was forever changed. No magical object that relied on ley-lines could ever cross the oceans without significant protection and warding again. The wizards and other sentient beings would now be forced to rely on near mundane methods of transporting them. Ships and other methods of transport would be required. Of course, this opened up avenues of shady businesses and mercenaries For the international waters are not governed by magical councils. It became a dangerous and bloody at times affair to continue the supply of ingredients worldwide. And who better to do it than a warrior nation? The goblins though they could not wield wands could use magic in other forms and ways. Treaties limited them to hiring Human staff but they controlled a vast fleet going all over the world Transporting both people's items and ingredients.
The year is now 1993 and despite the 47 year gap between the ritual and the current time. It shows no sign of fixing itself and scientists have determined it will probably be permanently afflicted. There has been a rise in piracy as of late Gringotts having to hire more people to man their ships, It was now common to have any range of members onboard. From healers to fighters to navigators Magic while functional on the ocean any form of location spells would simply refuse to work. Giving often wrong results and at other times simply failing to even activate with magic and technology unable to work together without short circuiting This meant astronomy and more mundane options had to be looked into.
With the purebloods refusing to do such a thing many of the staff aboard the ships were mundane born or raised. Or those few who had no quarrels with working hard and in a dangerous environment one such person was Charlus Potter In another world unknown to many this man would be called Charlus Lewis Peverell Air Dragel. However, this world was not that one and as such he knew only one name. Sealed at birth only to be unsealed upon his inheritance and then sealed and obliviated by his own father Aldor, He travelled the world Restless and carefree always living in the moment Marrying Dorea Black(perhaps known as Dorea Cassiopeia Noctem) in the very realm Charlus and his father came from Being Neverah. They would go on to have a son James who would marry Lily Evans otherwise known in the same world as Lilium Juniper Evanson. Together the pair would stumble one day after a few too many drinks at the Three Broomsticks after discussing the possibility of having a child during wartime accidentally bumping into a cloaked figure All they remembered was what they put down to a trick of light or perhaps a prank spell from the figures mates being blue skin...Little did they know nine months later they would be welcoming into the world a tiny baby boy.
With pale skin and deep dark black hair which at times appeared to be a very dark blue ink like tone. With the brightest jewelled green eyes Which depending on the time of day would seem more teal than green. It is with this bright-eyed innocent boy that our story begins.
After having lived and suffered with his mundane family for 13 years blowing up his aunt was one mistake too big. His uncle was furious Harry ran finding himself at the steps of a grand marble building with gold doors and two guards standing on either side. Spears in hands swords in a sheath and daggers on thighs.