Hello, I'm sorry that it has taken me so long to update, I had writers block and high school to deal with, plus some family issues, so... yeah. Too much sh*t was happening and too little time.

Anyway, yeah I changed the title and now have accounts on Archive of Our Own and Wattpad (ShadowedLens07 and ShadowedVixen21, respectively) where you can also read me stories. I'm going to try to keep everything the same and updated with each other.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Danny Phantom, no matter how little of Danny Phantom there is in this fic...

The Northern Lights. The Aurora borealis. The Aurora australis. La Vivo Lumoj.

The young teen stared up at the lights, the lights that his Hejmo had named him after. He watched as the majestic green flew and weaved through the air and sky, and wondered how Korvo could have ever said that his eyes were the same color as the Life Lights. The Lumoj was much too beautiful to be compared to anything that could be found on a human mortal.

"Lumo!" A soft and velvety, yet loud and commanding voice his (chosen) name from the below him, drawing him out from his thoughts.

The raven haired teen, now known as Lumo, turned around at the sound of his majstro and guardian's voice. He felt a singing warmth at the sight of Raven, Korvo, looking up at him from the Canadian forest edge near the bottom of the snow mound that Lumo stood atop of.

The green eyed raven smiled at the older raven and looked into the ice blue eyes of his mentor, only to see amusement and fondness directed towards him. He still remembered a time where people would only ever look at him with contempt and malicious intent, in anger and disgust, and knew that he would forever be grateful towards the senmorta for allowing him to follow him. Korvo had been the first to ever show him kindness and compassion with no strings attached. The only one to ever teach him something without expecting Lumo to fail or to use that knowledge to pay him back for something.

'Not like th-' Lumo shook his head minutely as that thought started to form. He refused to think about those… Animals. Korvo had saved him from that infero, and while he had conquered the memory, it was still painful to remember.

The green eyed youth then grinned impishly at his majstro, and leaped.

Korvo could only shake his head in amusement at his studento latest attempt at scaring him, the youth should really know by now that there is very little that scares him these days. 'Well,' he thought in exasperation, watching as his student landed just a few meters from him, 'at least he is is enjoying himself. I was worried that he wouldn't be able to this year.' Sapphire eyes turned toward the night sky, searching the stars.

The wanderer had always been able to read the stars for information and knowledge, it was a gift and a curse because the stars are fickle, and rarely ever stay the same. It was so hard to tell if they were just making up stories or giving a true warning. But he had been reading the same prediction for the past week and a half and it was only getting clearer and easier to read over time. Tonight was the even more clear, and he could only beg the ĉielaj that his Lumo would live to see his first century.

The older ravenette watched his loyal studento land a few feet in front of him, perfectly on his feet like a cat. He saw the impish grin on the young raven's face and tried with all of his might to believe that today would be a good day. But he knew that the stars were never wrong.

Elsewhere, in the Scottish Highlands, stood a castle. A castle filled with the joyous excited activity of the students that called it home, waiting impatiently for the night's event. They had spent the day watching their fellow students put their names into the Goblet of Fire, the magical artifact that would choose the champions for the TriWizard Tournament, and were now waiting for the feast to end so that they could here who had been chosen to represent their respective schools.

The teachers were anxious. They knew the true dangers better than the students. Knew that any or all of the students that are chosen could die at any moment, it didn't matter if it was during a challenge or not, any of the champions could die at any given moment. Well, most of the teachers anyway.

Albus Dumbledore was waiting for the Goblet to signal that it was finished choosing the champions, watching the students with twinkling eyes that belied his true nature to the students. He could care less who was picked for the Tournament. To him, he just wanted a new weapon, since the Potter brat had runaway from his relatives, he had needed to rethink his plans. Everything had gotten out of hand after he lost the brat; the Philosopher's Stone had been stolen, the youngest Weasley was dead, Sirius Black had been found innocent, he had lost his position as Chief Warlock and Supreme Mugwump after it was found out that he had been the one to cast the Fidelius charm for the Potters and that he had left the Potter brat with abusive muggles and that said brat had run away. The only reason that he was still the Headmaster of Hogwarts was because he had been able to play up his act as the overworked grandfatherly figure and plead ignorance on what the brat had been going through. Of course, if he had been given Veritaserum everyone would know that that was a complete and utter lie, seeing as he had been paying the Dursleys to abuse them. It was just as well that some of the Death Eaters that were able to escape prosecution had killed them along with the Squib he had hired to report to him, that way the truth would never be found out.

Dumbledore's thoughts were cut off as the last of the students entered the Great Hall to take their seats. His twinkling blue eyes watches his subj- Ahem. Students took their seats and when he saw that they were all seated and the majority of the young eyes were on him, he began his speech about the fame and glory the victor of the Triwizard Tournament would gain. He could see that the students were completely ensnared by their own greed for the prize, and could only think that he had raised good little soldiers for the next war he would win.

He ended his speech with perfect timing, cause just as he stopped talking, the Cup was ready to start spitting out names. The first name that came out was for the Durmstrang Champion; Viktor Krum, the youngest professional seeker in the world. The second was for the Beauxbatons Champion; Fleur Delacour, a young quarter veela and daughter of the French Minister. And the last, the Hogwarts Champion; Cedric Diggory, the Hufflepuff seeker and seventh year Perfect.

Dumbledore eye twinkled at them as they each passed him to go to the side room. He knew that anyone of them could become his new weapon to replace the Potter brat, he just needed to play his cards right and-

There was a sudden commotion when the Goblet of Fire suddenly relight itself. Dumbledore turned towards it quickly, watching as an… entity of some kind formed from the flames. (He paid no mind to the fact that those that had been in the side room had come out to see what was going on and had begun and put up shields between the entity and the others in the Great Hall.) The entity had a form similar to that of the ghosts of Hogwarts; a spectral tail instead of legs that connected to the Goblet through a thin stream of… gold fire, which comprised it's entire humanoid body. It seemed to turn it's… "head" as if looking for something as it stay hovering above the Goblet. The fire like entity seemed to get annoyed when it didn't find what it what looking for, starting to travel away from the Goblet to physically search whatever-it-is out.

Dumbledore was too busy watching the golden entity and keeping it within his sights to notice that a small Ravenclaw third year had stood up and was walking towards the sentiment fire. Not until he heard a soft commotion from some of the Gryffindor Weasleys as the petite blonde moved through the shields that stopped the redheads in their tracks with no resistance and walked up to the fire with on hesitance at all. The old man could only watch in dumbfounded silence as the young girl bowed (bowed!) to the being as it turned towards her and- and bowed back!

The whole Hall was plunged into silence as the girl and being conversed quietly. Or at least they assumed that they were conversing as they could see the girl's mouth moving and responding to the fiery entity, but they couldn't see any mouth on the being so it was uncertain whether or not they truly were conversing.

Everyone shifted uneasily as the golden entity seemed to get more and more agitated at what they were talking about, and the Ravenclaw seemed to be getting displeased as well! This could not end up well…

Somewhere in the Black Forest of Germany, there stands a man looking up at the full moon. He was a giant of a man, standing at six foot ten, and completely covered in a brown bear skin that hangs off of his form like a cloak. The moon light shown on the gigantic broadsword strapped on his back, making the black opal on the hilt twinkle and the exposed steel blade shine.

The man wondered where his Havran and the Dieťa are, if they are looking up at the same luna as he was, whether or not they were in trouble… Well, if they were, the man sure hoped that they needed his help so that he could save the day and finally win over the láska jeho havranu. Though he knew, in that deep, dark part of his mind that his Havran would never need his help and that he must prove himself another way.

"Tsk…" Sigh…

He lifted his head to the sky and wished, for not the first time and probably not the last, that he was with his krásny Havran…

The man- no, being felt the air shift behind him. Focusing, he noticed that there was a massive amount of power- no, Čary was forming behind him.

"Hmm… How interesting…"

As Lumo strode up to his majstro and father figure, he noticed that Korvo was watching the stars again with a discontented stare. Lumo knew about Korvo's ability to "read" the stars like a seer reads tarot cards, and had witnessed him watching the stars with growing distress over the last month. It was concerning and frustrating for the young teen, and he only wishing that he could read the stars himself, so that he could know what was upsetting his hemjo, so that he could make it better.

He felt his studento wrap his arms around him as he continued to watch the stars above, taking in the warmth that seeped through into his bones. His Lumo was always so very warm… He sighed as the stars grew brighter, though Lumo wouldn't have noticed.

"Lumo…"

Green eyes brightened and looked into the sapphires of his majstro and patro.

"Jes?" Korvo could only smile at the sound of the Esperanto version for 'yes'. He loved it when his studento used his native language…

He sighed again as he felt a tug on his animo, and knew that what the stars had foretold has come to pass. He knew what will happen in the next few moments, and knew that he had to give his Lumo, his studento, his filo, a choice before it was too late…

"Lumo listen to me," Lumo flinched slightly at the serious and distressed tone that his patro used, and knew that he had to listen very carefully. He couldn't remember the last time that Korvo had used that tone… "The magiaj uzantoj of Britannia have done something stupid and have reinstated something that was done away with after the death toll became much too high. What many have forgotten, is that the favorita kaj benita are supposed to represent for the Ĉielaj, and that we are summoned as soon as the ĉampionoj are chosen if we are not present. This has happened many times before, and is about to happen again. However, it was also forgotten as to what happens when the venkinto is decided…"

The green eyed youth was extremely concerned now. He did not like where this was going, especially when his hemjo said he was going to be summoned! Summoned! Of all the barbaric… But there was nothing that he could do about that right now… "What do you mean? What happens?"

Korvo only shook his head. "No, that's not important right now. What is important is that you have a choice to make, Lumo."

Lumo was slightly annoyed that his questions weren't answered, but had slightly expected it. "Okay, what are my options?"

The senmorta sighed again, now feeling the magio gather around them in a whirlpool of energy and power. "You have about half a minute to choose between being summoned with me and with the potential of becoming an senmorta yourself, or staying here and retraining your mortality."

The youth could only gape at his patro for a moment as his words processed through his mind. Then he could only smirk and squeeze the foolish senmorta, making him squeal. Lumo loved that fact that he was only half a foot shorter than Korvo, it made it so much easier to tease him.

"Oh course I'm coming with you, you sulta. Can't have you picking up more ĉenoj now can we?" The playful teen said with a smirk as his patro huffed at him.

Korvo could only thank La Patro that his Malmulta Lumo wanted to stay with him, as the magio condensed and imploded around them, taking the adopted family to where they were being summoned.

*A few moments before…*

The inhabitants and guests of Hogwarts could only watch as the platinum blonde haired Ravenclaw stepped away from the entity made up of golden fire with a displeased air. As she walked back to the shields, she shot glares at those that had been incharge of the Tournament, causing them to shiver at the icy eyes shooting daggers at them. Just as she crossed the barriers (with no resistance! How?...), the fiery being began to fly in a vertical circle above the Goblet of fire.

Again, they could only watch as the entity began to move faster and faster, until a wave of power shot out at everyone. It knock almost everyone off their feet, even sending some back a few feet into others. The only only ones that were left standing was the blonde Ravenclaw from before, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, Olympe Maxime, Bartimous Couch, Alastor Moody, Cedric Diggory, the Weasley Twins (who were now right behind the petite Ravenclaw), and a handful of others. When the looked back to where the explosion had come from, they couldn't believe their eyes.

The first to draw their eyes was a giant of a man, though obviously still human in figure even if the bear skin that he wore said otherwise even if one could see the cleanly shaven lower half of the man's face underneath the bear's head that rested as a hood upon the head of the man. There was silver clasp that held the brown bear skin around the man's shoulders, but it was too far away for anyone to get a good look at it. Through the shadows of the makeshift cloak, one could see the dragon skin pants that covered muscular legs and boots of the same material covering his feet. The man could be seven foot easily, and with that gigantic sword on his back, it was easy to be intimidated by him.

The second figure to call their attention was another man, but this one was very different than the first. This man could be seen clearly as he wore no cloak, and all could clearly make out the man's knee length midnight black braided hair and effeminate features, crystal blue eyes and rosy pink lips that contrasted greatly with his pale skin. He wore a black dragonhide gothic jack that reached his ankles, and was open to show a dark blue turtleneck, black jeans, and knee high black dragonhide boots. There was also a necklace that laid across his chest, a silver chain with a blue cat's eye stone inlaid into a white (birch) wood spiral. But what caught the eyes of those that were observate or battle hardened was the dual sheaths on both of his thighs. They couldn't see what they held, but they knew that this man was also as dangerous as the first.

The Hall's eyes were soon drawn to another figure when they stepped in front of the effeminate raven, though only a few saw the significance of the Avada Kedavra eyes and wind swept shoulder length hair black hair. Like the raven from before, this young man wore a long sleeve black turtleneck with a dragonhide piece wrapped around his neck and upper left shoulder with straps going across his chest underneath an ankle length black dragonhide cloak. The youth had dual short swords drawn and pointed at the inhabitants, green opals glowing with power on the hilts as he took a protective stance before the other effeminate male.

Many just stared as the golden entity once again moved towards the two shorter males and hugged the effeminate one. There was a moment of silence as then young teen turned around to stare at the scene the two were making, the obviously older male smiling and patting the entity on the head (HOW?! IT'S MADE OF FIRE, FOR MERLIN'S SAKE!), before sighing and sheathing his weapons with an exasperated air. The giant male chuckled a bit, though the occupants were unsure of what he found so amusing… Then it caught up to everyone just what had happened, and then chaos filled the room.

Here is the link to find the leather shoulder thing that Lumo is wearing (www. darkincloset steampunk/ 1948-punk-rave-black- mechanical-steampunk-armor-short -jacket-for-men .html ) and here is the link to find the jacket that Korvo is wearing (www. darkincloset men/ 402-punk-rave-black- leather-gothic-long-jacket- for-men. html ). Just remove the spaces.

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