Songs & Teachers
Minerva McGonagall sat in her office sipping away at some Firewhiskey – probably the last glass she'd be able to sneak in before term started. She had just received confirmation letters from all the Wizarding Families of Britain and was just writing up a list of all the Muggleborns that she'd have to make personal visits to, in order to make sure they knew the letter was legitimate. The list was almost finished when an owl flew in through her window, dropping a letter at her desk.
The Witch frowned as she picked up the letter. There were no Wizarding Families that hadn't responded. Did a Muggle family somehow get their hands on a Magic owl? There was no way, right? She got her answer when she brought the letter closer.
Ms. V. SnowPeak & Ms. U.Snowglade (A. Potter),
McGonagall was stunned. A. Potter? Alyssa Potter? That girl had died a year ago! McGonagall had cried on and off for that whole year upon hearing that her Goddaughter had died. It was only after she had confronted the Potters that she realised the girl wasn't just 'socially awkward' as they had claimed every time that she had come to visit the two Potter children, but that they had dumped her at the Dursley's house – Lily's vile sister.
Petunia Dursley was a disgusting, hate-filled woman. Her Husband was an overweight, arrogant and violent man. With their child being a spoilt, fat pile of arrogance – a smaller version of his father. The two Dursley's, after Alyssa's name had had vanished from the Hogwarts book of students, had been subject of a standard visit from the Ministry of Magic, where it was found that the girl had been murdered by the Dursleys – though not before the family had spent a year treating her worse than a House Elf.
At first, the Potter's influence had managed to keep it under wraps. That soon changed, however, when a certain insect reporter had found out about the incident and wrote an article about it – the first act of said reporter that McGonagall had ever supported. Once it was out there, it could not be taken back. The Potters had claimed Alyssa was a squib and was sent to her aunt and uncles so that she could live a normal life, something that was an outright lie. While the Potters may have been sorrowful about the girl's death, the mere fact that they'd tried to cover up the blatant abandonment and subsequent death of their daughter was horrific! Not that the majority of the Wizarding World cared for long, moving their focus back to their saviour – After all, why would they care for a 'squib'?
McGonagall, however, had given her two former students a severe talking to. By the time her rant had finished, three hours had passed and both Potters were in tears. Feeling guilty didn't mean a damned thing when there was a young girl now resting in the ground. They did arrange a proper funeral – despite the body having been, reportedly, 'turned to dust in a final act of accidental magic', in which the Potters had made their regrets over giving her away clear, while others who did not actually know the girl just gave half-hearted condolences. McGonagall, however, spent most of it glaring at the two Potters and watching in disgust as the Boy-Who-Lived took every opportunity to turn the spotlight to him.
But if Alyssa was alive, living her life as someone else, then she could come to Hogwarts! For the first time in a long time, a true smile graced the elderly Witch's face, as she opened the letter and withdrew the contents. Her smile immediately died, however, when she saw – in big black letters – three words written on the letter.
'NO THANK YOU'.
Alyssa turned down the offer to come to Hogwarts?
Minerva should not have been surprised. Maybe she remembered how her family had treated her, causing her to dislike the Wizarding World? But perhaps she could find Alyssa and talk her into coming? Let her know that she had someone who would watch out for her? Grabbing the envelope that she had put to the side upon extracting the contents, the professor looked at the location listed, only to frown in confusion.
Ms. V. SnowPeak & Ms. U. SnowPeak (A. Potter),
Queen's Bedchamber (Erdtree),
Leyndell, Royal Capital
Lands Between
Why was Alyssa addressed as two people? Where were the Lands Between? What was an Erdtree? What in Merlin's name was this all about? There was no way that the Hogwarts quill could be wrong about the address – given that not even the strongest Confundus Charm could make that quill do anything incorrectly. So, she just had to find out where the Lands Between was, narrow it down to Leyndell, and find this Erdtree… how hard could that be?
Yes, she just had to talk to Dumbledore. He'd sort this all out! With more energy than she'd displayed in years, the elderly Witch ran from the room, intent of reaching the Headmaster's office as soon as Humanly possible.
Umbra was still her human form and dancing about to a song in her head. Vivian was watching from nearby, half watching and the other half was trying not to nap. The had told their father of what their first world had done to them when they had been one. All the pain and sorrow still remained in memories or scars, as cruel as it was.
"Umbra..." Vivian whispered feeling cold, Caelid's desert night of a chill was coming and fast. "Chilly...."
The said sister stopped dancing about and shifted down into her wolf. Yet she picked up a cold Vivian moving into the Queen's Bedchamber heading for the fireplace. Her twin needed the warmth, as this was a sign of something bad to come.
Gelebor had just returned with move food. Sure they had servants, but even they had family to care. So he was hunting as he trusted himself not to die out in wilderness around the Capital, unlike those who had a life of luxury or hardship here. They wouldn't last for too long, so he sent the guards and servants home for the day. Plus the exercise was good for him, it took him off his throne and his mind off of that letter his daughters had gotten.
Once one person but due to their pain and suffering their original world's version of Death had split them in half to save them. He agreed with the notion to hide them if they were found by those who hurt them. He wouldn't allow his little angels to be taken without a fight. Well he sure the Elden Beast wouldn't allow it either as shortly after the twins were full they made their way into the Heart of the Erdtree.
They both placed a hand within the dark waters, and brought up the Beast's body. They bound the Elden Beast to their Magic, resorting the Elding Ring almost to it full potential. Those who lives in Death were seen as people and not monster by the Great Will. The girls even fixed Queen Marika's body and but changed her memories to believe she was Fia's older sister and adopted the twins sisters. Radagon's memories were sealed away unless he was needed then the seal for the memories would go to Marika, a spell the Twins had made.
Gelebor was proud and slightly horrified that the girls could preform such feats of magic. Yet he should have known better, those two where a new form of magic yet Death Magic was a part of them due to the Hollow Brand on their skin. He spotted the twins setting near the fireplace within their bedroom. But something was off about them... They were stiff as a board and their voices were hollow as if someone else was speaking.
Song- 4 SynthV AI - Red Shoe Parade / Shadow Parade - English Cover (I won't write the lyrics down as I can't find my mental strength to do so)
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=3OfFiPcrgwM
'Ok.... What in the name of Blazing Glory is going on? Oh... nevermind.' Gelebor thought but dared to not ask out loud, he already had a headache. "Girls, dinner time."
This made them snap out of them their spell bound state. Vivian was wrapped in blanket with a red nose, a slight chilly it seemed. Umbra had a tired look in her eyes. Yep Vivian was just cold and Umbra was trying to help her twin get comfortable but seemed to make herself more tired instead. Poor dears.
McGonagall's breaths were coming out in quick puffs as she slowed from her fast-paced walk down to a halt. Realising, only upon slowing, that she could have just flooed from her office to Dumbledore's.
"Orange Fairies." Was all that needed to be muttered to gain access to Dumbledore's office. She wondered, not for the first time, why exactly she set the gargoyle's password to such silly names. Then again, he was getting on in years – regardless of power, age comes for everyone after all. A decade ago, McGonagall would have followed Dumbledore's every word as if it were her bible, now, though? Well, let's just say that her viewing him as all-knowing ceased upon Alyssa's supposed death, after all, why didn't the Headmaster put a stop to it? Surely, he knew?
Nevertheless, the moment that the gargoyle was out of the way, the elderly professor resumed her quick pace to Dumbledore's office, not bothering to knock on the door separating the staircase from his office and barging straight in.
"Albus, you need to see-" she stopped.
Three faces had turned to look at her upon her quick and rather rude entrance to the office; Albus Dumbledore… and the Potters. The letter that was in McGonagall's hands was getting crinkled in her tight grip as she laid eyes on the two responsible for everything, a glare solidly placed on her face.
Dumbledore sighed upon seeing her glare. "Minerva, don't you think it is time that you let the past go? Alyssa is dead and she is not coming back."
This only shifted the full glare straight over to Dumbledore. "You told me you verified her death." She said simply, voice quiet, but solid.
Dumbledore frowned. "I did. The ash that was on the ground contained the faint magical signature of Alyssa. Legilimency done on the Dursley's also showed that it was indeed Alyssa. Come now, Minerva. Where is this coming from?"
With purposeful strides forward, her eyes never leaving his, she reached his desk and slammed the letter down with the full force that her aging muscles were able to achieve. Only once the letter was out of her grasp and on the table did she let go and shift her glare back to the two Potter's who shifted uncomfortably under her gaze.
Next to her, Dumbledore reached forward to grab the letter, his frown staying in place. Said frown, however, quickly morphed into surprise as he brought the letter close enough to read.
"Impossible." He muttered.
"Albus?" Lily asked concerned, "What is it?" the redhead, unlike her arrogant husband, was clearly confused and uncomfortable at the recent turn of events.
Dumbledore just looked up at Lily, then James, and back to the letter.
McGonagall was getting impatient – a very rare occurrence for her. "Open it"
"I'm sorry?" the Headmaster asked, confused.
"I said open it. Look at her response."
He did so, pulling the two letters out from within. A quick glance over the list of school supplies saw no response, so he placed it aside before unfolding the remaining letter – the acceptance notification. He needn't look too hard to see the three big black words 'No Thank You' sitting towards the bottom the letter.
"Sh-She refused?" he asked, scarcely believing it. Nobody had refused a Hogwarts invitation since long before he started as Headmaster.
"Yes, she did." McGonagall said simply, still not wavering in her glare at the Potters – to think she once called them both her favourite students. "And I don't blame her in the slightest. However, I do need to borrow Fawkes."
"I hardly think-", Dumbledore started to protest before the male Potter seemingly lost his patience.
"What in Merlin's name is going on already?!" Manners never were his strong suit.
The two women in the room turned glares to James Potter at his outburst, though Lily's did not last nearly as long as the Deputy Headmistress's glare. In response to the less-than-polite inquiry, the Headmaster just took the envelope and acceptance notice in his hand and handed them over the Potters sitting in front of him.
Lily's eyes widened in shock upon seeing the letter's intended recipient, while James just frowned. It was clear that the Lord Potter did not believe it was real, though Lily, who was a Ravenclaw for a reason, knew that the Hogwarts Quill could never be wrong as it was powered by the Hogwarts Magic and guided by the sentience of the castle itself; Lady Hogwarts – as the sentience of Hogwarts was sometimes referred to as.
James Potter's frown, however, soon changed to match Lily's surprise upon Dumbledore's confirming nod. Shock that was only increased upon seeing the refusal written on the acceptance notice.
Lily seemed ready to burst into tears, while James looked to be still wrapping his head around it, but Minerva McGonagall didn't care much for either right now. "Albus, I'll say this only once more; I need to borrow Fawkes – he can follow the residual magic trail like no other."
"Of course, I'll be coming, too." Albus said, though he cut of McGonagall as she had opened her mouth to refuse. "That is not up for debate, I am coming."
"So are we." James all-but demanded.
"No." Both professors stated at once, surprising both Potters, and each other.
The Headmaster spoke before the Deputy Headmistress could.
"Fawkes will not be able to carry four grown adults and a returning Alyssa… or Ms V. & U. SnowPeak as the letter says she now goes by." He explained softly. "Besides, we do not know what is waiting for us at this Erdtree place. You must think of your son."
That last part was all that needed saying as both Potters sat down from where they had jumped up. McGonagall had to hold back from rolling her eyes; even when the Potters realise their daughter was still alive, they place their precious Boy-Who-Lived above her – not willing to even take a risk for her.
The rest of the Elderly Witch's train of thought was cut off at Dumbledore's yell of "Fawkes!"
McGonagall's world turned red and orange as bright flames engulfed the two oldest magic-users in the room, leaving only the two Potters staring at the letter confirming their daughter's survival. Had Fawkes been a moment slower, the two Professors would have head Lily's next words.
"Oh, James, what have we done… to our own daughter…"
Gelebor was watching a smiles as his daughters ran about, one bowl of soup and they were ready to play. Vivian had bow with sticky darts she was using to chase about Umbra running as she changed from wolf to girl and back as she desired. He chuckled at the pair of sisters, they would sleep well tonight or for nap time. Each trying to forget about the Outer Gods-damned letter that had shaken them all up.
The sisters' playtime was interrupted with a sudden burst of light on the other throne room. Silent as he could be Gelebor SnowPeak, the third Elden Lord, approached the swirling 'light'. Their father was no more than a dozen metres away when the 'light' began to dissipate and the first of the beings that came to exit became visible, causing the Elden Lord to leap back a few metres and increase his grip on his sword. To say that what exited the portal wasn't what the twins were expecting would be an understatement.