Chapter 1. New beginnings
Jessamine had just been minding her own business when a blinding green light stopped her in her work. She turned to the house and gasped when the dreadful sense of death flooded the surrounding air. She turned to her sister, Iris who too had been scouting out for a nice earthy spot to rest.
"Iris, can you sense death in the air as well?" Jessamine asked worriedly.
"It could just be some poor bug who has recently passed away or has been killed really nearby." Iris soothed her sensitive young sister.
Before either could say anything more, the sharp piercing wail of the baby in the house interrupted them.
"Oh sister, please let us go and see what has happened. You know just as well as I do that the family that resides in this house is magical." Jessamine pleaded.
Having a soft spot for the younger Plant Nymph, Iris nodded in consent. The two then proceeded to cautiously enter the house. Following the cries, they entered the room where the body of a beautiful woman lay. Her body on the ground in front of the cradle and the baby inside was sobbing and reaching for his mother. As though the child understood what had happened.
"Iris, we cannot just leave the child here. Let us take him home to the forest with us." Jessamine said worriedly.
"I understand your troubles Jessamine, but what would our leader say?" Iris sighed.
At that moment, a large man entered the room and boomed loudly, "No one is taking Harry Potter but me! Professor Dumbledore instructed me teh fetch him."
"Sir, please don't speak so loudly. Our ears are extremely sensitive. Why don't you call this Professor of yours here and we can discuss this calmly." Jessamine said politely.
"Well eh, I ain't too sure that's what he would want." The large man said nervously.
"Why don't you call him? I'm sure he wouldn't mind coming to see Harry here." Iris said pleasantly but a sharp glint in her eyes spelled trouble.
"Alright." He answered and stumbled out of the room.
"Come, we must go quickly. Jessamine please leave a note and a small fake bundle out of plants. We must be quick before the man can return. Don't give too much information." Iris instructed as she gathered some clothes in a carrier she had swiftly made out of leaves from the tree outside the window. She made a mental note to visit, the nymph who offered those leaves was such a nice person, and she had to visit some time with Harry.
Before long, the two had gathered everything and hastily ran off into the night while the huge man was making himself a cup of tea. Jessamine felt a surge of pity for the man, he had been so nice and polite.
Unknowing to the two beautiful Nymphs, when Dumbledore and Snape had arrived, Dumbledore had started cursing their existence. Severus Snape was too busy silently mourning the loss of the only woman who had his love. She was beautiful on the inside and on the outside, what was there not to love? That left poor Hagrid wondering what he had done wrong.
"Jessamine! What have you brought back from your travels?" Jessamine's close friend, Tulip asked eagerly.
"We found a poor babe along the way. His parents have been murdered. Please if you don't mind, where is Bluebell?" Jessamine asked, referring to the leader of the Plant Nymphs who resided in that particular forest.
"I am right here Jessamine. Oh dear, what have you brought this time. I hope not another stray cat? The mice population here can't keep up for long." Bluebell chuckled from behind her.
"We found a child Bluebell, his name is Harry. Please, his parents have been killed! I will care for him and make sure he is not a bother to the other nymphs." Jessamine asked, no one in that forest could hate her or say no. She was too kind and sweet for anyone to feel any ill feelings towards her.
"I hope you keep to your word Jessamine, we will meet up with the Water Nymphs, Underworld Nymphs, Land Nymphs and Celestial Nymphs tomorrow. We will then discuss this matter with them." Bluebell said kindly.
Jessamine's eyes filled with hope and she starting cooing at the cute child in her arms. Iris looked on with a sense of accomplishment and pride. Her mother had been killed in a horrible massacre a long time ago, leaving her to raise her little sister. Seeing at how wonderful her sister was, it made her think of her kindhearted mother who had died protecting them.
Slowly, after most Nymphs in the forest including some water nymphs from the lake had said hello to the child, everyone was slowly going to sleep. Jessamine found a small cave to sleep in, her friend had given some moss to make a small bed for Harry. He had looked at her with his beautiful green eyes before sleep overcame him and he went to sleep.
The next day, the different groups of Nymphs gathered in a clearing in the forest. The land nymphs immediately took to him, blowing raspberries into his tummy making him giggle. The underworld Nymphs began to mutter, speaking of the sense of death that draped his aura while the water nymphs were talking about his cute features. The celestial nymphs were the calmest amongst them all, discussing the subject and wondering what to do about the child.
"Adela, what is your decision?" Bluebell asked the leader of the Celestial nymphs.
"Our vote is that the child may live but only those who wish to be involved may help with the upbringing of the child." Adela answered gracefully.
"Ebony, what have the Underworld Nymphs decided?" Bluebell asked.
"Our answer is the same as the Celestial Nymphs but the sense of death around the child is strong. We would like to keep a close eye on him." Ebony, the leader of the Underworld Nymphs answered.
"Muriel what have the Water Nymphs decided." Bluebell asked the grinning Nymph.
"Most definitely yes! We would love to help bring him up." Muriel giggled.
That only left the land nymphs, "Tierra, what have you and your people decided?"
"We would like the child to stay." Tierra, the oldest of all the leaders answered.
"Then it has been decided, this child, Harry Potter will live with us. As an honorary child of ours, I think it is only fitting we give him a second name." Bluebell suggested.
"I think Jessamine, the one who found him, is more deserving of giving him the name." Iris said boldly.
"What would you like to call him Jessamine?" Bluebell asked gently.
"Blaze, that's what I would like to call him." Jessamine said softly, thinking of why she had chosen the name.
"Wonderful, are there any other announcements before we end this meeting. Enjoy the rest of your day." Adela declared and dismissed everyone.
Jessamine was happily cooing over a gurgling Harry. His bright green eyes shone with intelligence watching the Nymphs interact with each other. Iris reluctantly walked up to her sister, her anxiousness grew with each step.
"Jessamine, I think I might be with child." Iris said after a while, distracting her sister from the baby.
"That is wonderful! Now Blaze will have friends." Jessamine smiled.
"You do not think bad of me?" Iris asked, puzzled.
"If I thought bad of everyone who had not officially announce taking a mate before pregnancy then I would very well be quite lonely after a while." Jessamine giggled.
Iris shook her head, maybe having this child would not be too bad. Maybe it was because she had stayed in the human world for too long before she met this group of Plant Nymphs. She often forgot that certain things that were looked down upon in the human world was not in the Nymph world. Her attention returned to her sister and the newly named Blaze.
Severus Snape was pacing up and down in his office thinking about the Potter brat. How could Lily's child have just gone up and disappeared? Maybe Hagrid's tale of Nymphs could be true… Of all things that could have happened to the brat he had to be taken away by Nymphs. He sighed and sat down on his chair, how he missed the times when he and Lily would just sit together and chat. If only he had not let his pride get in the way and insulted her. Now all he had left to honor her memory was to spy for the light. He could not even try protecting her child! The fates were toying with his life, what had he done to be punished this way?
Days passed into months, not long later Iris gave birth to two beautiful children, Bramble and Marigold. Time flew by and it was three years since Jessamine pleaded with Iris to see what had happened to allow the usually insensitive towards death, Plant Nymphs able to sense the amount of death in the air. She still remembered crystal clear the first time she set eyes on a one-year-old Harry or as he was affectionately known as Blaze now. How she wished the child were not so serious, who would imagine a four-year-old speaking so maturely?
"Mama! Mama! Bramble pull my hair!" Marigold came running in to find only her Aunt sitting there moping. Her childish voice rang through the air.
"Your mama's gone out for a bit Mari, what happened?" Jessamine asked.
"Bad brother pull my hair!" The child pouted.
"I'll be sure to tell your mama that. Why don't you let me braid your hair for now? Then when she comes back you can speak to her." Jessamine suggested.
"Okie Aunt Jessie." Marigold giggled.
Jessamine set out to braiding her niece's hair, admiring the smoothness of it. Marigold chattered away about the flowers and butterflies she had seen before Bramble, her brother had come along and pulled her hair cheekily before running off to find Blaze again. Marigold had a strange and unique way of drawing someone into her conversation and when she trapped them, it was hard to escape. She was so talented and was already showing signs of plant manipulation.
"Jessamine! Jessamine! You won't believe what I've just seen!" Bluebell gasped out as she came charging into the small cave that had been decorated into a small and cozy home for most no longer rested in their plant forms.
Before Jessamine could reply, Blaze and Bramble came into the cave in the most unique fashion. Blaze was making a bush float them about as Bramble laughed heartily with delight. Jessamine watched in shock as the bush floated around her head, the roots brushing her hair once in a while.
"Harry!" Jessamine gasped after regaining the ability to talk, she hardly called him anything but the nickname she had given him a few years back.
"Yeah mama?" Harry asked innocently, he had taken to calling his foster mother that.
"My sweet, sweet Blaze. How smart you are. You must be one of those rare few elemental wizards. How long it has been since the Nymphs have seen one." Jessamine smiled proudly.
"I make mama happy?" Harry asked, his green eyes looking straight into hers as though he was looking right into her very soul.
"Everyday my sweet boy, you make me happy everyday." Jessamine answered.
Harry scrambled off the bush and was shortly followed by Bramble. Feeling exhausted, Harry stopped concentrating on the bush and let it flop to the ground. Jessamine rolled her eyes and sent the bush off with a flick of her wrist.
"I don't think I'll travel by bush. Make my butt itch." Harry frowned.
Jessamine started laughing and pulled the three children into a big hug. At that moment, Iris walked in. She was used to the sight of her beloved sister hugging her children. The children's father had been informed. He was overjoyed when he was informed but because of his own life, he decided that he would visit every single week. Being an orphan had helped in keeping away parents trying to play matchmakers. The children were too young to understand but they knew they had a father and were content.
All the business about Bramble pulling Marigold's hair was forgotten and soon all five of them were excitedly discussing Harry's newfound talent. Harry was not one to brag but it was still an exciting piece of information. On the outside Jessamine was smiling and talking away happily but she knew every passing second brought time closer to when she would have to give Harry back. Maybe as time progressed she should call him Harry more often and not only when excited or scolding him. She knew he would have to move on back into the wizarding society but she had no idea of the effects it would have on him. Blaze was the second name she had given him to officially welcome him in a way, as her child. Although his real name would forever stay Harry, to her he was Harry Blaze Potter. Maybe he had a middle name, maybe he did not. She would find out eventually when his Hogwarts letter came.
At that moment, nothing could dampen Harry's mood. He had always known he was somehow different from everyone maybe this gift from the Gods and Goddesses would help him feel less of a freak.
The next few days was full of excitement as all the Nymphs waited eagerly to see if he only had an affinity to plant manipulation or possibly something else as well? Much to the delight of the water nymphs that doted on him, he was soon splashing water at them without even actually touching it with his hands.
Days soon melted into months, it was one of those days when Harry felt horrible with the sun beating down on his skin through the entrance of the cave. He wanted it to go away! To his delight and surprise, the light faded away till it was shining brightly somewhere else. By then, Jessamine could tell Harry was extremely powerful and did not feel much shock. She was soon expecting him to start earth manipulation within the next few days or months. She was very proud for him to call her his mama. Her heart would always ache at the thought of the wizards turning him against her but seeing his strong and determined personality, that small nagging doubt in her heart was fading away slowly.
"Mama! Look, I made the bad light go away!" Harry squealed in childish delight.
"Don't play around too much with the light or Aunt Adela won't be too happy." Jessamine teased.
"Can we go tell Aunt Adela like how we told Aunt Muriel and Aunt Bluebell about the other things I do?" Harry asked eagerly, his child-like speech was fading away and Jessamine knew it would not be long before he would start speaking without his child-like accent.
"Okay, then we'll go find Bramble and Marigold with their daddy okay?" Jessamine suggested and received a quick nod in reply.
After informing a rather excited Adela about the recent events, Harry was running about and bouncing asking if they could find the other two children faster. Jessamine was about to reply when the said children came running and was followed by their father.
"I'll take my leave now Jessamine, I can't find Iris. Please tell her I said bye for me." Their father, Jerry said politely.
"Good bye Jerry, I'll see you next week. Bramble, Marigold what should you say to your dad for your presents?" Jessamine reminded to two children.
"Thank you daddy!" They chorused and waved to their father. He smiled a pained smile before reluctantly leaving.
"Come on children, let's get going. It's almost lunchtime. Your Aunt Ebony will be popping by soon. I don't want her to think we've been ill-treating you by allowing all of you to run around without lunch and look like you've rolled in the mud." Jessamine said gently.
That sentence caused the young children to giggle and willingly followed her. Once she got them all fed and bathed, she started trying to teach them how to read for the fourth time that week.
"Jessamine? Are the kids ready for their outing? Don't worry, I'm not bringing them to the Underworld till they're old enough." Ebony called out, teasing the overprotective Nymph.
"Goddess forbid you allow them there! Are you bringing them out with Airlia?" Jessamine asked.
"Of course, I'm pretty sure my sister would bite my head off if I didn't bring her along." Ebony laughed.
"Okay, come on kids. It's time to go for a walk with your Aunt Ebony." Jessamine said brightly.
"Bye mama!" Harry yelled.
"Bye Blaze." Jessamine laughed and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead.
"Buh-bye Aunt Jessie." The twins said at the same time and ran out of the cave, following Ebony and Harry.
Jessamine busied herself with making the beds that she had created with plants and moss before cleaning up the plant furniture. She was always amazed at how useful plant manipulation could be. Soon, her mind was distracted and she no longer worried too much over the children's safety.
"Aunt Airlia! Aunt Ebony! Harry's making something dance!" Marigold shrieked as her twin brother laughed at her reaction.
Harry had made an extremely still and foul-smelling bug move and dance. Harry was watching in fascination as he made it do whatever he wanted.
"What is it Mari?" Airlia sighed; it was the tenth time the girl had screamed because of a bug. She was now regretting suggesting bringing them deeper into the forest.
She stopped in her steps when the sense death flooded her sense, she was used to feeling it a lot but it had a weird feeling to it. As though something was not quite right. Much to her horror, Ebony's suspicion was right, the boy had reeked of death magic since he was a child but knowing that amount of death magic could potentially unlock a hidden talent, Necromancy. They feared that the child might be a Necromancer putting him in much more danger. Their worst fears had come true, the bug was not alive but very much dead and decaying. It was small, but small things can become big things.
Ebony was just a step behind her and immediately, she stiffened as well and paled drastically. This was bad news and not only that but any hope of showing him where they lived would be put off further unless the boy can master his skills perfectly. Bringing him to the Underworld would risk attracting unwanted passing spirits.
"Come now Harry, I see you've found a new talent." Ebony forced out with a very fake smile.
"I make thingy dance!" Harry exclaimed proudly.
"Yes, yes you did." Airlia sighed and forced an equally fake smile.
"Do we go tell mama and Aunt Bluebell?" Harry asked curiously.
"I suppose we do. Come on, if all of you behave we'll take you to the muggle world and treat you to ice cream." Ebony persuaded when she saw the three kids about to kick up a fuss.
She saw their facial expressions change to serious consideration before nodding simultaneously. It was almost like they could read each other's minds sometimes!
After consulting Bluebell, they left the Plant Nymph to her thoughts and went off to the muggle world.
"Now, no manipulating anything but you have permission to manipulate the muggle into giving you more sprinkles or whatever you want." Ebony teased lightly, the last time they had gone out Marigold had managed to get extra chocolate chips and sprinkles on her ice cream.
"I want strawberry!"
"I want chocolate!"
"I want mint!" The three children demanded at the same time.
"No, politely ask the ice cream man for some and pay. I do not want any of you being rude understand?" Ebony instructed.
"Yes Aunt Ebony." The three kids chorused before dashing off with some money.
When the children were contentedly licking at their ice creams, Ebony had enough time to ponder how this would affect anything the boy did. He was such a sweet boy who had gone through horrible things when he was one-years-old. Soon time would fly past and he would be going to Hogwarts or any other magical school if Adela was right, the boy would be magical. Seeing him perform all that kind of elemental magic without too much difficulty confirmed what Adela had said. He was powerful and talented, she just hoped he would use them correctly.
"-Ny! Aunt Ebony!" The three kids shook the adult; Airlia had wondered of to look at something and left her with the three devils as they were known as for their ferocious revenge tactics and pranks.
"Yes?" Ebony asked.
"We wanna go home!" Marigold whined.
"I wanna go to the park!" Bramble whined back.
"It's getting late so we can't go to the park Bramble. We should be heading home. If we can find your Aunt Airlia we can go." Ebony offered and started walking.
"Aunt Ebony, I've found her! She's looking at stuff there!" Harry yelled excitedly.
"Come on," Ebony smiled.
Much to the children's amusement, Ebony had to literally drag Airlia away from the window as she protested.
"I thought they were the children." Ebony mumbled.
"I can hear you!" Airlia shouted.
Ebony grinned and answered, "I know."
Back in the cave, the kids changed out of their going out clothes and were soon once again showered. Ebony and Airlia talked in hush whispers to Jessamine and Iris as the children played. Harry could hear bits and pieces of the conversation.
"…Sure?"
"Very… Maybe…Was…"
"What…Mean…?"
"Make sure…Know…He…Freakish…all…say…"
Harry gasped loudly at what he heard and ran out of the cave into the dark night with a rumbling tummy and without a single clue as to where he was going.
He could hear distant voices calling out both of his names but he could not care less. He really was a freak! He heard them say so. His eyes blurred with tears and he collapsed to the floor in an exhausted heap. Not bothering that the hard ground was making his back ache and the sound of footsteps that echoed around his head that hurt badly. Was it just him or did his oddly shaped scar hurt badly? Harry wondered.
He felt an odd breeze and the strange tingling sensation he had felt when making the bug he named 'Thingy' dance. He suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain at his scar before he fell unconscious.
When he woke up, familiar arms carried him and he felt the soft warmth of his moss bed before he once more fell asleep.
"I wonder what made him run off like that… It was a good thing we found him. He was awfully close to the entrance of the Underworld that we use. The sense of death there is awfully strong! Must have knocked him out." Ebony said carefully.
"At least he is safe now." Jessamine said as though she was trying to comfort herself, she loved Harry as though he really was her son. To a certain extent, he really was her son but she would always fear his rejection.
Iris wrapped her arm protectively around her younger sister. She too was wondering why he had run off and what had gone through his mind before he ran off.
When Harry woke up the next morning, he was groggy and his scar hurt. He blinked away the sleep from his eyes and sat up, his moss blanket had been woven together tightly so he had no worries about it breaking easily when he kicked it away to get out of bed.
"Harry? Blaze, are you awake?" Jessamine asked, she had been thinking about the reason why she nicknamed him Blaze again. How his beautiful green eyes seemed to bore into the soul of whomever he was looking at, setting their hearts ablaze.
"I'm awake mama. What happened yesterday? Why does my head hurt mama?" Harry asked.
"You went out for a walk in the dark Harry." Jessamine answered partially truthfully.
"Why would I do that mama? You don't let me go out after dark. I'm sorry mama. Did I run out alone?" Harry asked, puzzled.
"Something like that. Why don't you just sit down, I'll get your breakfast." Jessamine answered and quickly left.
Harry sat there trying to recall what had happened, he was thinking hard over it and was wondering what his Mama was hiding from him. Did he do something bad to make her mad at him that she did not want to talk to him? He loved his Mama a lot and he hoped she was not mad at him. He frowned, today was the day Aunt Iris was taking Marigold and Bramble out. They must have left while he was asleep. If he had been a good boy maybe they would have brought him along to.
He was thinking deeply as he ate his pancakes with syrup and freshly picked blueberries. Slowly chewing, it dawned on him why he had gone out alone yesterday night. He was a freak! That was why Aunt Iris did not want to wake him up to take him out. Not just because he had been a bad boy, he was a horrible freak. He was a freak that did not deserve having such a nice family. Harry thought sadly. In his childish yet too mature mind, he wished he was not such a freak. He wished he was normal and did not disappoint his Mama because he was a freak. Freakish freak doing freaky things. He thought miserably.
"Harry, love is something wrong?" Jessamine asked in concern.
"Yes Mama," Harry replied, wondering why she was still talking to him.
"Well, hurry up and eat then. Maybe we can pop by to visit you Aunt Muriel and play a few games with her and the other water Nymphs." Jessamine suggested, it usually brightened Harry up considerably.
"Okay…" Harry muttered and went back to eating his pancakes, rubbing his scar.
"Is it bothering you Blaze? Your scar? What's wrong?" Jessamine asked, worried.
"It's nothing Mama." Harry answered and looked away as though to tell her to leave him alone.
Not long after Harry had finished his breakfast, Jessamine brought him over to the river where the Water Nymphs resided. Harry played unenthusiastically, some of the Nymphs had stopped to ask him if he felt all right and always got the same monotonous answer. She was scared and worried about his behavior. Had something happened yesterday night that made him start distancing himself away from them?
After they had dried themselves up, the water Nymphs chatted between themselves. Muriel walked up to Jessamine who had been watching Harry hesitantly play with the Water Nymph children.
"What's wrong Jess?" Muriel asked.
"I don't understand why Harry's acting like this." Jessamine sad sadly and told her what had happened the previous night.
"Could it be something that you four were discussing that he overheard might have upset him?" Muriel suggested.
By then, Jessamine's mind was too clouded with upset and worry that she could think properly back to the night before and shook her head. Muriel shrugged and decided to give the plant Nymph her 'me' time.
When Harry had finished showering and was helping to prepare lunch for just him and his Mama, he wondered why everyone was still nice to a freak like him. He did not deserve to be nice to right?
He looked hesitantly at Jessamine, wondering if he should tell her.
"What is it Blaze?" Jessamine asked, catching him staring at her.
Harry was about to say it was nothing when he blurted out, "Mama, why do you still like a freak like me? Why are you so nice?"
Jessamine was stunned at his question, her heart was shattering into millions of pieces when he asked it but it felt like someone was stomping on her heart when he burst into tears. Why would her precious little boy every think that? She gasped; maybe he heard pieces of their conversation when Ebony made them promise to reassure him he was normal and not a freak! That must have what made him run off. She rushed forward and hugged him tightly, murmuring words of comfort.
"Blaze, I would never think of you as a freak. Did you overhear Aunt Ebony say that? She said to tell you that your talents are wonderful and that you are not a freak. No matter what anyone tells you." Jessamine explained.
"Really?" Harry asked hopefully.
"Really." Jessamine confirmed.
"Thank you Mama, I love you." Harry said with a small smile.
"Mama loves you too." Jessamine answered softly.
"Mama, why don't I have a papa like how Bramble and Marigold have a daddy?" Harry asked curiously looking at her with his big green eyes, not yet hidden behind glasses.
"You are special Harry! I'll tell you more when you grow up a bit more." Jessamine promised uneasily.
"Okay Mama. Can we go out to play after lunch?" Harry asked with childish delight.
"Of course." Jessamine smiled and gave him a brief hug before returning to cook lunch.
That night, after all the kids had gone to bed, Iris and Jessamine sat together drinking their tea.
"Iris, I'm wondering if taking Harry was the best idea. Maybe then he would have been happier, with a mother and a father maybe even a few siblings." Jessamine sighed; she had informed her sister about what had occurred while she was away.
"He loves you like his mother Jessamine, you know it too. We did the right thing, who knows, maybe he would have been left with someone horrible." Iris soothed.
Jessamine remained silent and sipped at her tea. That was how the two sisters usually spent their nights, chatting and drinking tea. It hurt Iris to see her sister so troubled but coddling her sister who was definitely old enough to make her own decisions would not only cause a lot of problems but her sister would not let her anyway.
The next few weeks went by uneventfully but Jessamine kept a close eye on him in case he still believed himself a freak. Much to their delight, they discovered Harry could play around with the earth. With that, it was decided that Harry would need a training schedule to control his powers better. Harry was confused at first but after awhile, he understood what was going on and began to enjoy training. He found it fascinating whenever he learnt something new and would practice it determinedly. Then, when he had mastered something, he would excitedly show everyone who would look. Harry was happy and contented where he was, what happened a few weeks ago seemed more like a dream than reality at that moment.
Since Harry had first started gaining his elemental abilities and such, he would come up in most conversations but since he had started training, he went back to being an ordinary boy with extra abilities. He went on doing his daily activities and was known to be a bright boy by the Nymphs who thought the children their lessons. Except for a few things here and there, Harry was having a happy and normal childhood.
A/N: Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! I'll be adding the meaning of certain names and/or why I chose them whenever I introduce new characters.
Jessamine: Cheerful and Graceful. I chose this flower because I imagine her to be liked for her cheerfulness when I came up with her character.
Iris: When I chose this name, it was supposed to represent her burning spirit of hope and her faith towards her sister's decisions.
Marigold: Although they can represent grief, cruelty and jealousy it also means Mary's gold. They were considered golden gifts and can symbolize passion and creativity. The poor who could not afford actual gold gave it to the Virgin Mary. Marigold is a golden gift to Iris and was born under strange circumstances, she was also given the name because of her ability to transform into a marigold as her plant form.
Bramble: A prickly wild shrub. When I thought of Bramble, I created his personality as wild and quick to make rash decisions.
Bluebell: Humility and gratitude. In my mind, Bluebell was chosen to become the leader of that group of plant Nymphs because she showed great leadership skills and her predecessor believed she would serve with great humility. When she was younger, Bluebell was also known to show her gratitude in unique ways but was always grateful for whatever she had.
Blaze (Harry): I am not changing his name completely. In order for a child to be 'adopted' by a Nymph, it is tradition to give the child a name as the child's biological parents had given him or her a name as well. As mentioned in the chapter, the name is supposed to represent the way Harry's eyes seemed to look straight into the person's soul. His eyes are truly the windows to his soul, betraying whatever emotion he could keep off his face.
Adela: It means noble and serene. Whenever I thought of the Celestial Nymphs, I would always think of something related to royalty or heaven.
Ebony: It means dark. The first time when I heard the world 'Underworld' I immediately thought of dark things. So naturally, I named the leader of the Underworld Nymphs Ebony after the dark black wood.
Airlia: It means ethereal. If you looked the word 'ethereal' on Google, it would turn up as something along the lines of too wonderful to be real. I imagine Airlia as stunningly beautiful.
Muriel: It means dazzling sea. When I first thought of the leader of this group of Water Nymphs, I imagined her to be able to control water graceful and I thought of her to be a star, in a way, whenever she used her abilities.
Tierra: Tierra is of Spanish origin and means 'earth'.
Jerry: When I tried to look up hard choices or decisions, I ended up picking this name that means 'warrior' of sorts. He had a hard time choosing between his children and Iris as well as he normal life, friends and normalcy. He knew that he would not be able to get used to everything that happened therefore giving up normalcy in his life as well as his normal life that would include having a proper building as a home and such.
Tulip: the yellow tulip that means cheerful thoughts represents Tulip.
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