Convergence ( remake )
The convergence chapter 1
Rolf Scamander was what many wizards would call eccentric. He had inherited the same untamable curiosity that drove his grandfather, the famous magizoologist Newt Scamander, to travel the world in search of magical creatures. While the rest of Britain was still reeling from the aftermath of the Second Wizarding War, Rolf had taken a different path, one that led him far from the political squabbles and into the wilds. It was during one of these expeditions that he found the love of his life, Luna Lovegood.
Luna, with her deep belief in the odd and the unseen, was the only person who truly matched his passion for the natural world. Together, they dedicated their lives to magical creatures, establishing reserves across the globe. The crown jewel of their efforts was the dragon reserve in Antarctica—a sanctuary for the most powerful creatures, tucked away from Muggle interference, far from the noise and destruction of their machinery.
Their love brought them not only professional fulfillment but also the joy of parenthood. Rolf never imagined himself as a father, but Luna changed that. Their two boys, Lysander and Lorcan, inherited their adventurous spirits, though they didn't always appreciate their father’s career choices. It was his love for them, and the chance to be closer to his family, that led him to take up the role of professor of Care of Magical Creatures at Hogwarts. Many of his colleagues called it career suicide—why leave the excitement of international expeditions for a teaching post? But Rolf disagreed. He loved teaching students about magical creatures as much as he loved learning about them, just as his grandfather had before him.
However, his boys didn’t seem to appreciate the gesture as much as he’d hoped. Being the sons of war-hero Luna Lovegood was already enough to set them apart, but now they had the added pressure of a father who was considered something of a celebrity in the magical world.
It wasn’t just his own children that Rolf became acquainted with at Hogwarts. Through his marriage to Luna, he’d grown closer to the Potter-Black family, and now, as their professor, he saw them in a way he never had before. The three Potter-Black siblings were known throughout the wizarding world for their impressive lineage and individual talents. James Sirius Potter-Black, the eldest, was particularly notorious. A near-reincarnation of his grandfather, James loved pranking his classmates with his Weasley cousins, and many believed he was far too entitled for his own good. But for all his mischief, he was a genius at dueling, having won the Under-17 World Dueling Championship. He was also captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, a fact that earned him admiration from some and jealousy from others.
Albus Severus Potter-Black, the middle child, was different. Where James thrived on being in the spotlight, Albus was quieter, more introspective. He had been infamously sorted into Slytherin, a decision that shocked many, given his father’s history with the house. Albus was no Quidditch star, nor did he enjoy pranking his classmates. He preferred more esoteric pursuits—potions, herbology, ancient runes—and had a natural talent for magical theory. His unlikely friendship with Scorpius Malfoy had only fueled the whispers that he was following in the footsteps of darker wizards. But all of that had changed when Albus bonded with Fawkes, the phoenix who had once been Dumbledore’s companion. That connection, more than anything else, silenced the rumors about him.
Lily Luna Potter-Black, the youngest, had it easier than her brothers. Free from the weight of legacy, Lily floated through her early years at Hogwarts, excelling in charms and quietly mastering the art of dueling under her older brother James’ tutelage. Her mischievous streak, though quieter than James', often surprised those who underestimated her.
All three Potter-Black siblings had their distinct talents, and the differences between them were most pronounced when it came to magic. James preferred the more dramatic forms of spellwork—flashy charms, bold curses, the kind of magic that left an impression. Albus, by contrast, was drawn to subtler, more intellectual disciplines. This contrast between them often led to rivalry, one that spilled over into their ideas of adventure.
Today, however, adventure had taken an unexpected turn.
Rolf had taken James, Albus, and—as it turned out—Lily on a supervised visit to the Forbidden Forest. It was the acromantula mating season, and the pheromones the giant spiders left behind had great alchemical value, providing a much-needed source of income for the school. What had started as a routine expedition had quickly gone awry? The forest, usually dark and mysterious, now seemed more dangerous than ever. The trees loomed taller, the shadows longer, and there was something... wrong about the way they walked. They had been wandering for hours, with no sign of the exit. Even the "Point Me" spell they’d been using had failed to guide them home.
Rolf muttered under his breath, casting "Lumos" again. The light from his wand barely pierced the gloom. How had he, of all people, gotten lost in the Forbidden Forest? He had navigated these woods dozens of times without issue. And to make matters worse, Lily had revealed herself only after hours of walking, having hidden under an invisibility cloak since the start. Now, tired and anxious, she rode on James’ shoulders.
"I know a way to find our way out!" Albus suddenly blurted, breaking the tense silence.
"What do you mean, Mr. Potter?" Rolf asked, his voice tight with frustration. "We've been following the spell. We should be out soon."
"No, I don’t think the spell is malfunctioning," Albus replied. "I think it’s failing because... there’s no Hogwarts for us to find."
"What are you on about?" James asked, his irritation rising.
"Look around you!" Albus gestured toward the sky. "Do you see any familiar constellations? We’ve been walking for hours, but nothing here feels right. I think we’ve gone through a convergence. Or... we’re in the middle of one."
Rolf’s stomach sank as he glanced around. Convergence? The boy couldn’t be serious. Yet the more he considered it, the more it made sense. The forest around them felt wrong—like they weren’t even in the same place anymore. Convergences were rare, almost mythical events, where magical nexuses from different places and times overlapped, distorting reality itself. If Albus was right...
"What’s a convergence?" Lily piped up, her voice small but curious.
"A convergence," Rolf began, his tone a mix of awe and worry, "is when the magic of two or more powerful places collides, bending space and time. The result is... disorienting, to say the least. We could be anywhere—or any when—and not even realize it. Our magical cores protect us from the worst of it, but Muggles would be completely lost in a place like this."
Albus, visibly proud of his explanation being confirmed, gave James a smug look. James, clearly annoyed but trying to remain composed, asked, "Alright, Albus, you’ve made your point. But how are we supposed to get out of here?"
Albus smirked. "It depends on Lily."
"Me?" Lily blinked, startled. "What can I do?"
"Do you have the trunk on you?" Albus asked, his voice laced with confidence. His tone made it clear he already knew the answer.
Lily’s face lit up. Without saying a word, she jumped down from James' shoulders, rummaging through her pockets until she produced a locket from around her neck. She opened it, revealing a tiny, intricately carved trunk. Rolf’s eyes widened in realization. A miniaturized trunk with extension charms! That’s how they had been hiding all their... contraband.
While Rolf was processing the revelation, Lily tapped the trunk with her wand, growing it to full size. Albus immediately began rummaging through its contents, joined by Lily.
As Albus and Lily rummaged through the trunk, the full weight of what was happening began to settle on Rolf. He had always suspected the Potter-Black children were up to more than just innocent pranks, but to see it laid bare like this—Lily, the youngest, casually carrying around an illegally charmed trunk, designed to store Merlin knows what—it almost felt like betrayal. He shot a glance at James, who avoided his gaze, looking uncharacteristically sheepish.
Rolf bit back his irritation. There would be time for reprimands later—detentions and stern words from their parents—but right now, they had to focus on getting out of this forest. And if Albus had a plan, no matter how strange or risky it seemed, Rolf had no choice but to let it play out.
Lily, meanwhile, emerged from the trunk holding a small, worn-looking map. She unrolled it with a flourish, revealing a compass, it looked rather common but upon a more detailed observation Scamander realized that this was a odins compass, a very powerfull magical device hardly ever on the market considering its absurd price.it also carried some very dangeruous connotations considering its revemt history being ,marked but its liberal and extensive use by the death eaters. Why in Merlins name did the Potter children have this Rolf wondered with trepidation
“Where did you even get this?” Rolf asked, incredulous.
Albus glanced up, still digging through the trunk. “It’s a family secret,” he said cryptically, but there was a spark of mischief in his eyes. “James and I used it during... well, let’s just say this isn’t our first unsanctioned trip into a forest.”
James cleared his throat, still looking anywhere but at Rolf. “We’ve been... borrowing it for a while. Dad doesn’t know. Obviously.”
Rolf raised an eyebrow. “Obviously.”
Lily, sensing the tension between her brothers and their professor, piped up. “The compass as you can tell takes in the magical currents around and establishes a map within itself and then connects with our desire to reach our destination and through that magical connection helps us reach our destination. It’ll help us navigate out of the convergence.”
Albus nodded. “That’s the idea. The convergence is bending reality, and we no longer know where we are. But the compass should update based on magical signatures in the area.”
Rolf’s skepticism grew with every word. “And how exactly does this compass update itself? This sounds suspiciously like dark magic.”
James snorted. “It’s not dark magic, Professor. It’s just... advanced magic. Very advanced.”
Albus shot James a warning look before returning his focus to the trunk. “It’s harmless, really. The compass reacts to magical surges. If we can get it to resonate with the convergence’s frequency, it’ll guide us out.”
“Resonate with the convergence?” Rolf repeated, his tone sharp. “And how do you know this will even work?”
“We’ve been studying it,” Albus replied casually, as if it were the most natural thing in the world for two teenage boys to be experimenting with magical phenomena that most fully-grown wizards barely understood. “It’s all about tuning the compass to the right magical frequency. The convergence is like... well, like a huge storm of magic. If we can find the center of the storm, we can follow the currents out.”
Rolf was impressed by the explanation. however, he did not show that his face bore a less enthused expression. “Or we could end up deeper in the convergence, completely lost forever.”
“That’s a risk,” Albus admitted, “but staying here is riskier. If we don’t find our way out soon, we could get stuck between times, or worse... we could end up in a different part of the world entirely.”
Lily frowned. “Is that possible?”
Rolf hesitated. He’d read about convergences in theory, but they were so rare, there were only a handful of documented cases. And those cases involved strange disappearances, magical travelers turning up in entirely different locations—sometimes centuries apart from their original timeline.
“Yes,” Rolf finally said, his voice tight. “It’s possible. But let’s not focus on that.”
Albus fiddled with the compass trying to tune it to the surges of the convergence, within moments it pulsed faintly with magic, glowing in sync with Albus’ touch. He held it up triumphantly, his face flushed with excitement. “This is it.”
Rolf peered at the device. “And you’re sure this will help us?”
Albus nodded confidently. “It’s not perfect, but it’ll give us direction. The magic in the convergence is chaotic, but if we can get the stone to vibrate at the same frequency, it’ll lead us toward the strongest magical signature—that should be our way out.”
James looked skeptical, crossing his arms. “What if the strongest signature isn’t Hogwarts? What if it’s something worse?”
Albus gave him a sidelong glance. “Do you have a better idea?”
James sighed heavily, running a hand through his messy black hair. “No. But if this goes wrong, I’m blaming you.”
Albus smirked. “Fine by me.”
Rolf cleared his throat, feeling the weight of responsibility on his shoulders. “Alright, boys. Let’s try this, but be prepared for anything. If we feel the convergence pulling us too strongly, we turn back immediately. Understood?”
All three Potter siblings nodded, their expressions serious now.
Albus held the compass between both hands, muttering a soft incantation under his breath. The hands pulsed faster, its glow intensifying. Slowly, the air around them seemed to shift. The trees swayed as if caught in a breeze that Rolf couldn’t feel, and the shadows grew longer, and darker.
“Here we go,” Albus whispered, his voice barely audible over the hum of magic in the air.
The ground beneath them rumbled faintly, and the stone in Albus’ hands shone brighter, casting long shadows over their faces. Rolf’s heart pounded in his chest. This was no longer just a theory. The convergence was real, and they were standing right in the middle of it.
“Is it working?” James asked, his voice tense.
Albus didn’t answer immediately, his focus entirely on the stone. After a moment, he nodded. “Yes. We need to go this way.” He pointed into the thickest part of the forest, where the trees were most tangled and the shadows seemed to move on their own.
“Of course we do,” James muttered, rolling his eyes. “Why can’t it ever be the easy path?”
“Because that’s not how magic works, James,” Albus replied, already moving toward the darkened trees. “Now, come on. We don’t have much time.”
Rolf, still uneasy but trusting Albus’ instincts for now, followed closely behind. James lifted Lily back onto his shoulders, the younger girl holding him tightly as they trudged deeper into the forest.
The further they went, the stranger everything became. The trees twisted unnaturally, their branches curling like claws reaching for them. The air felt thick, like walking through syrup, and the silence was deafening—no birds, no rustling leaves, nothing but the sound of their own footsteps.
“I don’t like this,” Lily whispered, her voice small. “It feels wrong.”
Rolf agreed. Every instinct he had told him they were walking into danger. But they had no other choice. They couldn’t turn back now.
“Just stay close,” he said, trying to sound reassuring, though his own nerves were fraying.
Suddenly, Albus stopped. The compass in his hands was glowing so brightly now that it was almost blinding. “We’re close,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Close to what?” James asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
Albus turned to face them, his expression unreadable. “The center of the convergence.”
Before anyone could respond, the ground beneath them gave way. In an instant, the forest disappeared, And then, with a sudden, jarring thud, they landed. On their backs
Rolf groaned as he hit the ground, his body aching from the impact. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but what he saw made his heart stop.
They weren’t in the Forbidden Forest anymore.
The trees around them were tall, ancient, and unfamiliar. The air was different—thicker, heavier. And in the distance, silhouetted against the horizon, was a structure that could only be described as some sort of an ancient ruin.
But it wasn’t Hogwarts.
“What... what is this place?” Lily asked, her voice trembling.
Rolf slowly rose to his feet, his heart racing. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely a whisper.
Albus noted how the canopy above was thin as more moonlight filtered through. They were nearing a clearing, or, with luck, the edge of the forest. As they walked, strange sounds echoed around them, unfamiliar noises that made Lily cling to James. Thankfully, James had cast his Patronus, a stag like their father’s, and it pranced protectively around them, filling the dark forest with a sense of warmth and hope.
As Albus found himself in front of an ancient ruin seeped in magic, he could not help but think back to the circumstances that had them here, he thanked Merlin and a thousand gods more for the grace they had shown them with Lily’s presence here without the compass she brought finding a way out would have been almost impossible. Though the idea of just how much danger they are still in made him reconsider everything he just though
The compass wasn’t the greatest invention, as a device he knew muggles had something similar but this one was special, during the last war their aunt Hermoinee stole this one from a snatcher and enchanted it through some sort of reverse engineering, what technique she uses albus was never made privy too because apparently, he was too young. Albus knew better, the method was illegal now, ministry mandated in fact to capture death eaters after the war.
Their father of course was far more liberal when it came to devices and kick knacks. To him, this compass was no different and would not cause any trouble as long as his children knew how to keep a secret. Albus got it when he was 6 and the family moved into Peverell estate a newly built home on land originally belonging to the Peverell family. The mansion was very large and James and Albus had the bad habit of getting lost. Their father just threw the compass at them one day during breakfast and said “Take care it will keep you from getting lost” Well it did what it needed to do it helped them navigate Peverell Hall.
James and Albus continued to use it throughout the years for small escapades like navigating the muggle world and occasionally hiding away from their parents in their ginormous home. They brought it with them to Hogwarts and later on even used it for some unsanctioned trips to Kcockturn Alley and the forbidden forests. He would forever be grateful to this little device, but right now he is reconsidering kits reverence primarily because rather than bringing them back to Hogwarts it brought them to someplace in Asia.
Despite the forest’s dangers, Albus’s thoughts kept returning to their shared trunk—a special item only the three siblings knew about. The trunk was enchanted with an extension charm and carried a variety of useful things: Albus’s potion ingredients, James’s prank materials, brooms, extra school robes, and even a miniature potions lab. Their father was very liberal with pocket money, something James took full advantage of by buying only the best—dragonhide boots, coats, and gloves. Albus, too, had his indulgences: his collection of books, ones that certainly shouldn’t be in the hands of children, but were expertly hidden. And now, Professor Scamander knew about their secret.
They had stumbled into a large clearing twice the size of a Quidditch field. In the middle was a small pond, and across from it, a lone structure stood—a temple, judging by its silhouette, resembling an Indian design. “Well, we’ve found lodgings for the night, at least,” James said, glancing toward the professor. “What do you think, Professor?”
Scamander stepped forward, studying the structure with a serious expression. “I think we should stand back while I check this place out. We don’t want any mishaps.”
James’s curiosity flared. “Albus, do you think it’s some kind of tomb? Maybe like the ones Uncle Bill used to explore.”
Albus shook his head, keeping his tone measured. “It could be. The temple does look Indian, but this forest doesn’t feel right for India. It’s too dry for September.”
“Well, whatever it is, we’re not exploring anything until we know more,” James said, slipping back into his role as the responsible older brother—a transition that always unnerved Albus.
Scamander returned after a few moments and gave the all-clear. The group followed him cautiously into the temple. Inside, it opened into a large, eerily dark hall, resembling Hogwarts' Great Hall in size, but without any of the familiar warmth. The walls were bare, no paintings or enchantments in sight. It was cold and uninviting.
Without hesitation, James summoned a line of bluebell flames, lighting the corners of the hall. As the room filled with light, Professor Scamander and James began erecting protective wards, while Albus set to work cleaning the place up with charms and conjured a few basic carpets for comfort. However, when his charms failed to affect one of the walls, Albus realized it was magically protected. He shared this with the others, and soon, they were all testing spells against it.
After several failed attempts, James, growing frustrated, cast a powerful Bombarda Maxima. The explosion was deafening, sending clouds of dust swirling through the air. Albus quickly cast a Bubble-Head Charm over himself and Lily, sparing them from the worst of the dust. James and Scamander, however, weren’t so lucky, and they doubled over, coughing violently as dust invaded their lungs.
When the dust finally settled, the group peered through the opening James had created. On the other side, a large chamber was revealed, and at the center of it, raised on a dais, were three small, sleeping dragons—each about the size of a cat, curled up on separate cushions. Their scales shimmered in the torchlight, reflecting deep hues of emerald green, ruby red, and sapphire blue.
Professor Scamander approached cautiously, his voice barely above a whisper. “Stay back. These creatures are no ordinary hatchlings.”
But his own fascination was evident as he inched closer, unable to resist their allure. Beside the dais was an inscription written in Latin, which only Albus could read. As his eyes scanned the words, a cold dread crept into his chest.
“It is with a heavy heart that I put an end to my journey here in these cursed lands,” Albus recited. “This temple of death will not let me leave, no matter how hard I try. My dear dragon, Swean, has chosen to remain behind with me, to die when I do. Before that day, Swean laid a clutch of eggs—her children, born into this accursed place. I cannot bear to see them suffer the same fate. A ritual will take my and Swean’s lives to free this land from its curse and place a protective barrier around the hatchlings. If you are reading this, I beg of you, take care of them as you would your own. This is a dying man’s last wish.”
As Albus finished, a low rumble echoed through the temple. The dais beneath the dragons crumbled, and the ground trembled. The dragons stirred, their tiny bodies uncoiling, eyes blinking open after what felt like an eternity. They raised their heads, surveying the intruders with curious, ancient gazes. Then, all at once, they let out soft, harmonious roars, as if waking from a deep slumber.
Jamaes’s breath caught in his throat as he felt a sudden, sharp tug in his mind—a sensation unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He blinked, trying to shake it off, but the feeling persisted, growing stronger with each passing second.
"Do you feel that?" he whispered, glancing at his siblings.
Lily nodded, her voice soft with awe. “It’s like... they’re calling us.”
Albus frowned. “What are you talking about? I don’t feel anything.”
But James knew something had changed. The connection was undeniable. The dragons weren’t just awake—they were bonded to them. He could feel it, pulsing through his mind like a second heartbeat.
“They’ve chosen us,” James said quietly. “The dragons. They’re bonded to us.”
Albus stared at him, his face a mixture of confusion and disbelief. “What do you mean, ‘bonded’?”
Albus turned his gaze to the sapphire dragon, which was now watching him intently, its eyes glowing with an ethereal light. “They’re not pets. They’re... partners. Linked to us through magic.”
Rolf Scamander, who had also been affected by the bond, stepped forward, his expression unreadable. “If what you’re saying is true, this bond is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. It’s not just a connection—it’s a pact. These dragons have waited for someone to find them for centuries, and now they’ve chosen us.”
Rolf stood up straighter, his gaze locking onto the sapphire dragon, which now sat back on its haunches, watching him with an almost curious expression. “The dragons. They’re linked to us. Through magic. It’s like... a mental connection. I can feel them. I think they’ve chosen us.”
Lily gasped. “But why us? What makes us special?”
Rolf looked like he was about to say something, but stopped himself, his brow furrowing in deep thought. “This is... unprecedented. Bonding with magical creatures, especially dragons, is almost unheard of. There are ancient rituals, but nothing like this. If what you're saying is true, then these dragons have been waiting—possibly for centuries—for the right witches or wizards to come along.”
James still looked skeptical. “So what? They’re our pets now?”
Albus shook his head. “No. Not pets. They’re more like... partners.” Albus explained “Like Fawkes and I “Thinking of Fawkes made Albus’s heart wrench because his partner was not here with him
“Partners,” James repeated, staring at the sapphire dragon with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “I didn’t sign up for this.”
Rolf cleared his throat, his voice unusually serious. “Whether you signed up for it or not, this bond is real. And it’s powerful. If the dragons have chosen you, there’s a reason. But we need to understand this bond before we do anything rash.”
Lily, looking thoughtful, stepped closer to the emerald-green dragon, which had been watching her with large, intelligent eyes. “What do we do now? Take them back to Hogwarts? Show them to Professor McGonagall?”
Albus frowned. “We can’t take them back. Not yet. We don’t even know where we are.”
James snorted. “Oh, right. I forgot we’re still lost in a forest in... who-knows-where.”
Rolf straightened, his face set with determination. “First, we figure out where this temple is. If it’s in India, like Albus suggested, we’ll have to find a way to get in contact with the Ministry or a local magical authority. We can’t risk Apparating with dragons in tow. It’s too dangerous.”
“And what about the curse?” Lily asked, glancing nervously at the now-crumbled inscription. “That wizard—Bjorn—said this place was cursed.”
Albus exchanged a glance with Rolf, who nodded grimly. “Cursed or not, we have to get out of here. We’ll stay the night and leave at first light. Keep your wands close, and whatever you do, don’t let your guard down.”
As the group settled in for the night, the dragons curled up near their human companions, their glowing eyes never straying far from the siblings. It was an uneasy alliance—one forged in ancient magic and fate—but Albus couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much, much bigger.
Something dangerous. Something powerful. Something they were now inextricably tied to.
And there was no turning back.
The air in the temple seemed to hum with the weight of ancient magic, and Albus knew deep down that they had crossed a threshold. Whatever challenges lay ahead, the bond they now shared with these creatures would change everything—about their world, about their magic, and themselves.
But for now, they would rest, gathering their strength for whatever the dawn would bring. The dragons—green, red, and blue—remained close, their small, warm bodies offering a strange sense of comfort. Albus let his eyes close, his mind swirling with thoughts of the bond, the curse, and the unknown path ahead. Tomorrow would bring new revelations, but tonight, they were no longer alone.