Moonlight danced across the nursery floor as a breeze swept through the open window. The house was quiet. A baby cooed at the mobile, slowly beginning to spin above his head. The moonlight and wind swirled together, taking the form of an ageless woman to loom over the cradle. The baby giggled, putting his hands up to her. A translucent hand stroke the child's cheek. The soft noises carried by the wind shift into a voice.
Hello, little one. I have done a great disservice by not coming to see you sooner. This evening I get to make amends. This is the first night I am at full power since your earthly parents have brought you into this world. We get to spend the whole night together, My child.
Throughout the night, while the moon was still high, the primordial being of magic told her child stories. Stories of other worlds. About all the wonders and horrors she brought into the realms. Tales of what people have done to her only other child, Merlin. How one day he may meet his older sibling will meet. As the moon sets and the sun rises, the sleeping child is placed back into his crib. Lady Magic faded from the room, the cradle rocking being the only evidence they were ever there. The door to the rest of the house creeks open, revealing a woman with deep red hair. Humming a soft melody, she walks over to the crib.
“Hello, Harry. Thank you for letting us sleep in today; Mommy and Daddy very much appreciated it.” Lily gave the baby a kiss as she lifted him out of the cradle and into her arms before venturing back towards the open door and downstairs.
Lady Magic visited every time magic was highest in the realm, longing to see her first child in millennia whenever possible. Unfortunately, the world Harry lived in was trenched in war and only digging itself deeper as both sides continued to commit atrocities against her very essence. As the magic in the realm became weaker, so did her ability to sync with her child.
Samhain, a year and a half after her son's creation, the little family she tried to protect fell apart. Lady Magic drifted to the home of her baby only to discover her sibling, Death, standing at the door. The ever-silent sibling coaxes her child’s other two parents to the afterlife. The Lady of magic darted past and upstairs to the nursery, where her child sat in his crib. Tears of glass rained down the moonlight face. She moved to pick Harry up, but her hands went right through him. Magic’s ability to interact with her baby had ceased. The world her child resided in had become one she could no longer directly interact with.
As Time took their dues and years passed on the realm, Lady Magic’s rage built up. Each bruise and broken bone given to her child inside his aunt's house fed the roaring inferno. Frustration filled the primordial as the manipulative headmaster used a dull giant to introduce Harry to the magical world to make her child ignorant of its true depths. Little pushes of the realm's magic could only go so far. Lady magic ended up making deals with her sisters' Luck and Fate to give her child the best chance she could.
Even with guiding the brightest owl she had created in years, to Harry so that the child may have a companion, she watched her child struggle with loneliness. Lady Magic could only watch as his fate rolled out, surviving all of the trials and tribulations the headmaster gave Harry in an attempt to forge him into the perfect weapon.
On her child's 16th birthday, his inherence came in. He was now more magic than not, more hers than ever before. Finally, Lady Magic could interact with him. The primordial weaved an illusion as she boosted the power of the new mentor, Murray, as he attempted to break down the barrier, preventing him from getting to her child. Once he was Harry, Lady Magic began shredding the wards and hexs on the house, sending all the backlash of the failing spells back to the castor. Then, still seething, she ported her unconscious child and exhausted mentor to one of the safest realms she could, Nevarah.
Wind filled the room that Neverha’s Earth Crown Prince was currently occupying. The two occupants stiffened as the wind twisted the fire of the torches, the water in the glasses, the dust on the dressers in the Moonlight sleep sleeping in through the skylight, taking the form of a looming woman. A portal opened next to her, and too injured bodies dropped out.
You will take care of him or else.