Medivh watched with pride in his spectral form as the Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage sounded the Horn of Cenarius. Thousands upon thousands of wisps answered his call and all at once they bombarded the Eredar Lord Archimonde as he attempted to steal the magic of Nordrassil.

The wisps, the ancestral guardians of the elves, all poured into the demons skin. Soon, energy started to crack around Archimondes' body as he wreathed in agony and moments later an explosion of magic escaped the confinement of his form and blasted the whole of Mount Hyjal with his taint.

Archimonde was no more.

Medivh's eyes glistened as his atonement for the wrongs he had been forced to commit in life finally came to fruition. He watched, elated that the shadow had been destroyed and saddened that Nordrassil, one of the worlds jewels, lay in a burning ruin. With the last of his magic he brought his staff, Atiesh, out and chanted in the elemental language of Kalimag.

He felt his essence, which was already weak, fade as he poured the last of the magic granted to him as the Guardian of Tirisfall into the World Tree.

Many moments passed and he released his spell, his already transparent form now resembling that of glass. Medivh, using the last fragments of his dwindling magic, made his voice reach out to those that combatted the Legion.

"The roots will heal in time… As will the entire world.

The sacrifices have been made."

He paused to collect his thoughts.

"Just as the Orcs, Humans and Night Elves stood united against a common foe, so did nature herself rise up.

To banish the shadow… Forever."

Medivh found his magic waning much quicker than he expected, and so he focused his last words on the leaders of the peoples that fought the shadow.

"As for me, I came back to ensure that there would be a future- to teach the world that it no longer needed Guardians.

The hope for future generations has always resided in mortal hands."

His transparent form finally began to disappear. As he spoke he found his lower body and robe that accompanied it completely disappearing.

He gave one last look at the world that he had hopefully saved, for he had been the one to unleash that which would have destroyed it in the first place, and smiled.

"And now that my task is done…

I will take my place…

Amongst the Legends…

Of the Past."

And with those last words, Medivh The Last Guardian of Tirisfall, The Prophet, Archmage, Diviner, Mage, Sorcerer, Warlock, Wizard, Master of Karazhan, Son of Aegwynn, Keeper of Khadgar, Opener of Portals and Former Avatar of Sargeras finally died in a manner fitting of his station.


At least, that is what he thought. For, instead of feeling nothing as logic spoke, or finding himself in the arms of the Holy Light that his fellow humans believed or any form of known occurrence.

Instead, he found himself in a wet, dark and extremely constricting area. He couldn't feel his body, or at least he couldn't command it as he had been capable before becoming a ghost. But no, he could live with temporarily not having access to his body- he was the Guardian, so long as he had his magic he could do near anything regardless of physical limitations. But there was where his truest issue lay.

His magic felt wrong.

Medivh understood that his magic was far from normal. His mother, Aegwynn, had been the first female Guardian, and, instead of passing the title and magic onto her apprentice as was expected of her, she instead had a child, himself, that absorbed her vast arcane energies in the womb. She then, after training Medivh relentlessly in the study of magic, transferred the power of the Guardian into him. It would have been perfect had it not been for Sargeras' influence.

Medivh had always, always been powerful, but with that addition he was the only person to go toe to toe with a fully grown blue dragon with only magic and come out victorious. And yet...

He could still feel his magic, but it was different- less potent- weaker.

Medivh disliked such change in his magic.

He attempted to move his non-responsive body, finding his limbs far harder to move than ever before. He tried to scream in rage, but no sound escaped his mouth.

But, Medivh was nothing if not patient- one couldn't house the spirit of the Dark Titan in their body without developing the trait. He would escape.

Eventually.


Pandora Trelawney sighed as she found herself led into St. Mungo's to give birth.

It was a wholly unhappy affair.

Pandora had been a Ravenclaw at Hogwarts, and like all Ravenclaw's she had a plan for the future. She was going to become a Spellcrafter, marry Xenophilius Lovegood who was a year older than her and had been her intended for the last 4 years and have a pair of children, a daughter first then a son.

And all her plans had come to ruin in one night.

She had been patrolling the halls, as was her duty as a prefect, when out of nowhere a group of Slytherin students between fifth and seventh year cornered her. Before she could do anything she found her wand snatched from her hand, her mouth bound in a Silencio, her body bound with a Petrificus Totalis and her eyes blindfolded with an Obscuro.

All her plans were ruined in that moment. Her virginity was brutally stolen from her and she had been repeatedly defiled. After hours of torture, she remembered very clearly one of the voices from the pack speaking as a spell hit her.

"Imperio. You will never tell anybody what happened here tonight. You will go back to your common room, turn in your rounds and sleep."

Having no Occlumency training, nor the inherent will needed to fight off the Imperius, she had no choice but to obey. After they left her, she found her restraints to have slipped, the blindfold to disappear, her voice to be back and for her wand to be at the door.

She had been quiet for many a day after that, much more subdued that she had previously been.

Weeks later, after her period had been passed she found herself to be pregnant.

It was terrible.

She owled her parents, yet due to the Imperius Curse she was unable to say that she was raped. And stating that she didn't know who the father was would make her look like a whore. So, she settled for the inevitability that her future was ruined.

It was lucky, and it was honest to goodness pure luck, that her fiancé was Xenophilius Lovegood.

She told him immediately, after sending an owl to her parents with the unfortunate news, via a two-way mirror. She didn't want him to be warned off from anything but her mouth. But, Xeno being Xeno, said that they weren't married yet, and so long as he didn't have to raise any child aside from his own he would uphold the contract.

So she packed her bags and headed home. She was pregnant at a school that she felt she had finished with. She was a Ravenclaw Seventh year- she knew what she needed to take her NEWTs without issue.

And so she did just that, getting O's and E's in the subjects of Transfiguration, Charms, Astronomy, Arithmancy, Potions and Ancient Runes.

The grades at least settled her parents, who were quite apoplectic when they learned they were to be grandparents so soon.

And so, the months had passed and on the night July 31st she found her water breaking.


The amount of time Medivh had been inside this space had been uncountable in the darkness. It could have been days, it could have been months and possibly years, and all the while he couldn't escape.

And yet, finally, after trying and trying and failing and failing, a glimmer of hope appeared. He could feel the wetness of his prison shifting, the thick liquid draining towards one area, and then he saw it.

Light.

So long and he been deprived of such a basic need that upon seeing it he immediately thrashed towards the source.

He wanted, needed, to reach the light.

And no amount of pain would stop him.


Hours upon hours had passed. The birth was hard for Pandora. That much was obvious

Nearly half a days' worth of labor had passed and finally, finally, the child was born on August the 1st.

She looked down at her son, after the Healers looked him over naturally, and took note of his features. He had black hair, so unlike her own dirty blonde, yet he was born with her blue eyes. He was a heavy boy, the Healers said he weighed in at 11" lbs. which they explained to be the reason his birth was so difficult.

She looked at her son and, no matter how much her mind fought such an action, she smiled fondly. He was the spawn of rape, and yet he was carried in her womb for 9 months. He was hers and she was his.

She picked him up, his now cleaned body covered in a blue towel, and as she opened her mouth something, something that she couldn't quite explained, took over. It wasn't like possession, nor was it similar to the Imperius which she was still obligated to obey. It was like… Like a suggestion that she honest to goodness felt compelled to obey without the forceful nature of magic.

She looked over her son once more and spoke, "Medivh…" That was what had been supplanted into her mind.

A name.

Medivh, a name she had never heard spoken, had come from her lips, and she knew then and there that would be the name her son would be given. She wanted to give Medivh a middle name, a good strong name to match his already unique first name.

Middle names in the Wizarding World tended to be meant for people that were respected, favored or desired. Her own middle name was Sybill, after her father's half-sister that he was quite fond of.

But…

But Medivh was the spawn of rape.

In the Wizarding World, children born out of rape were not permitted to have middle names.

She let loose a sigh, holding Medivh closer into her bosom as she rested further into the hospital cot she had procured.

The long hours of labor had finally physically taken hold, and so she fell into a deep sleep.


Medivh couldn't quite understand what he was going through.

Reincarnation seemed… Strange.

After years of studying the Arcane arts, focusing on the political and spiritual beliefs of the races of the world, he would never expect in a million years that the quilboars of all the numerous races of Azeroth were correct.

The Quilboars were a peculiar race. They claimed to be descended from Agamaggan, the demigod companion of the Kaldorei goddess Elune. They believed in what they called the life cycle, which the scholars of Dalaran called reincarnation. Once a Quilboar died, their women would feast on the corpse. When the women gave birth to a litter, it was believed that one of these children was the very quilboar that was devoured by the mother.

Brutal, but then again they weren't cultured in the slightest.

Still, it irked Medivh that such an uncultured and brutish race had been right in the end.

He stared at his new mother, who was peacefully sleeping after his birth, and began to wonder.

When he was but a child, his own mother, Aegwynn, had never truly acted out of maternal affection. To be fair, she was over 1,000 years old, and considered the wisest of the humans. The only reason she even had Medivh was because she was loath to give the power of the Guardian to somebody she didn't mold in her own likeness.

Perhaps this was both a punishment and a reward. He had lost a substantial amount of magic in the reincarnation process, yet now he could be the child he was never given the chance to be. He had a mother, possibly one that wanted to actually be a mother to him.

But, at the moment it was neither here nor there. He was tired, though after being born who wouldn't be?

So, with comfort in his new mothers arms Medivh found himself drifting off into the land of dreams.


Adrian Trelawney walked into his only daughters' room with a heavy heart. He stared at her sleeping form, with the slumbering infant in her arms with pure pity.

What he was about to do would surely earn him her ire for the rest of his life.

He walked up to her cot and held out his arms, taking the bundle- his grandson- out of her arms.

The baby was stirring and so Adrian dug into his coat pocket and retrieved a small watch. He clicked the dial of the watch and watched as his Portkey activated.

The twisting sensation definitely woke up his grandson as the boy let out a scream.

The two found themselves in front of a building by the name of Wool's Orphanage.

Adrian transfigured the watch-turned-portkey into a weave basket, placed the unusually quiet infant inside the basket and placed him at the step of the front door.

Adrian then withdrew his wand and pointed it at Medivh, "So I swear on my magic so will I do. I do so swear that Medivh Trelawney to be unworthy of the name Trelawney and as head of House Trelawney strip him of the right to use my name. So I swear so mote it be!"

A thin silver strip of magic shot out from his wand and enveloped Medivh. The silver grew and shot away from Medivh's infant body and returned to Adrians wand larger than the original silver strip was.

Adrian watched as the only noticeable feature that Medivh shared with Pandora, his eyes, turned from the blue that she held to a bright violet.

He knew that what he did would have him cursed for the rest of his life, but he was a Pureblood. This child, no matter if he was a grandchild or not, was in fact a stain on his blood. The Wizarding World did not believe in abortion, magical blood was already quite rare, so he couldn't have made his daughter do that. Instead he let her believe he would make this child his heir, since he only had a daughter, and carry on the Trelawney name.

Never.

He'd rather his house be absorbed into another than allow an illegitimate to be given his name.


A/N: Hey there guys, Umodin here with my first attempt at a crossover. I've been a fan of Warcraft since I was 13, so roughly 8 years, and out of all the Warcraft characters I would have to say Medivh is my favorite. His story is just plain fascinating and Blizzard did a fantastic job with his character. Now, i'ma going to give you all a little recap and let you understand some things.

Medivh was born on August 1st, not July 31st, and doesn't have any sway on the HP-verse prophecy. I want to clear that up right now. Pandora Trelawney was in fact Pandora Lovegood, Luna Lovegood's mother. I thought that since Sybill Trelawney was a seer and claimed to be a descendant of a true prophet, that it worked. Medivh in Warcraft is known as the Prophet, and I thought it fitting.

Pandora is incapable of telling anybody that Medivh is in fact the spawn of rape, which means Adrian is of the belief that in a fit of defiance she whored herself out so much that she didn't even know who Medivh's father was. I never said he was a good father, and to be honest I don't have much of an interest in fleshing Adrian out. The change of eye color was more symbolic than anything. When I was looking up pictures of Medivh I saw him with 3 eye colors: Blue, Violet and Green. I chose Violet purely because he looks best with it.

Now, I want you all to understand something. This first chapter was difficult to make in the sense that I didn't really know how to write it. I knew what characters I wanted to emphasize in this story and how I intend for it to go for most of the Hogwarts years, this first chapter was the most difficult to write for me. It's probable that in the future i'll rewrite it.

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