Chapter 1
'Help me…' the call resonated throughout magic, calling for someone or thing capable of saving the young one touched by fate.
'Help me…'
'Help me…'
'… me…'
The call faded into nothingness, lost to the ebb and flow of magic. The plea for help was not unheard however.
"What is it sister?" a female voice, soft as the first snow, called out.
"Someone is calling out to us…" another female voice, this time harsh as a biting blizzard, answered.
"Who?" This time the voice was as sharp of that of cracking ice.
"Someone of our blood…" Blizzard said.
"Of us?" Snow asked.
"I am unsure." The forms of the voices seemed to solidify next to a body of a young boy, lying face first in the snow. Standing around the boy, yet unseen to the rest of the world, were three beautiful women. These women however were not human. Their skin ranged from a pure white, to that of a pale blue. Their hair flowed from their heads as if it were of moving water, yet it was as white as snow. The age of the women was unknown, but they all appeared to be in their mid to late twenties. Their clothes seemed to be made of the finest silk, hugging their bodies leaving little to the imagination.
"Who is this sister?" Ice asked. Her hand began to glow softly as she passed it over the boy. "They feel of Us!"
"Who indeed…" Blizzard asked. She kneeled next to the unconscious boy, turning him over. Immediately the women noticed the angry red scar blazoned across the boy's forehead.
Snow hissed. "A wizard."
"No. Not Truly." Blizzard said. She placed her hand on the boy's chest, and a pale blue glow pulsed from her hand. "He has our blood. But not of Winter."
"Of Summer?" Ice asked. "But they were all slain by the Dark One! How could this be?"
"I suspect that one caught wind of their demise and fled. They must have replaced someone, hiding in plain sight. A changeling."
"Who would they replace? The Dark One watches for us! They would have been found!" Snow exclaimed.
"The Dark One cannot watch everyone. They probably replaced his mother at birth. Being a supposed muggleborn, she would have been the only possible parent that wasn't watched at all times."
"But surely we would have known? Why didn't she contact us?" Ice asked.
"Maybe even she didn't know of her heritage. She must have been bound. It's the only way she could have remained hidden."
The three of them pondered this for a moment. As they wondered about this, Blizzard continued to pulse her magic through the young boy. Her magic was keeping death at bay, but only just. She slowly moved her hand over the young boy's body, keeping the magic flowing. Suddenly, she came to an abrupt halt as her hand passed over his forehead.
"There is a foreign presence here. A darkness. It seems to be leeching of his magic, but not progressing any further. But how?" The glow from her hand began to glow brighter as she pushed more magic into the young boy, trying to read him further. "There is another."
"Another? There is more? How many are trying to possess such a young boy?" Snow asked incredulously.
Blizzard remained silent for a moment, reading the information coming from the boy in greater detail. "There is a soul shard trying to possess the boy. The shard itself, is currently being held within his scar. However, and how I suspect the shard has remained there and not fully possessed the boy, there seems to be a full soul of another guarding his own. This secondary soul is that of Summer. Specifically, that of the Summer Circle. I suspect this is his mother's soul." The other two were stunned silent at that.
"H-how?" Snow asked meekly.
"I don't know. If we pour our magic into his body in an attempt to heal him, the soul shard could wrest control from him, fully taking him over."
"What can we do?" Ice asked. "How can we save him without the shard taking over?"
"We could create a new body for him, one that is based off an imprint of his soul. Then we simply move his soul over. If we do this, the shard would be trapped in the old body, were we could kill it." Snow said.
"If we do that, then he would no longer be half human. He would be fully fey." Blizzard said.
"Is that such a bad thing? His mother was able to survive for a number of years." Ice said.
"Maybe. But this wouldn't be easy. If we make a single mistake, we could destroy him completely, and we wouldn't have any way to save him."
"Why? We could just do it again." Snow said.
"No, we wouldn't. This will sap all our magic, nearly killing us. There is not enough magic left within the Circles for this to be a simple task. Additionally, any soul transference that we do will most likely have to include his mother's soul as well, if he is to be complete. They have been together for too long to be considered separate. If we do this, we must be prepared."
"For one of us… For one of the lost Summer? I am prepared sister. There is only us three left of the Winter Circle. There is only this young boy left of the Summer Circle. The Dark One has almost wiped out the fey Circles, we are all that is left." Ice said solemnly.
Snow, mollified by this, simply nodded her acceptance.
"Then we proceed."
The three of them gathered all their available magic, causing the weather in the area to become harsher, colder, and dangerous. Their hair, ignoring the wind all around them, began to flow angrily, as a pale white glow emanated from their bodies. They lifted gently of the ground, brought up by the shear power they each wielded. The body of the boy also began to hover in the air, pulsing with light.
"Create a vessel, bound together." They intoned together in a language not of human understanding. Slowly, a mass of blue magic formed next to the body of the boy. It began to grow, matching the size of the boy.
"Prepare the vessel, bound as one." The magic began to shape itself to that of a young child, but the glow was indistinguishable from that of which it was before.
"Bind the vessel, bound within." Emerald green light began to pour from the boy, entering the glowing form. With the emerald light came a fiery red that also entered the glowing form. Slowly the glowing form began to gain mass and definition, beginning to take shape. As this was happening, a sickly black light tried to exit the boy as well, following the others. But as it reached the glowing form, the red light lashed out harshly at the black, seemingly burning it. The black light retreated to the boy, while the red light encompassed the glowing form, acting as a shield.
"Complete the vessel, bound forever." The blue glow faded from the new body, but it was replaced by that of both green and red. The old body of the boy, now a corpse, was gently laid back down upon the snow, rapidly loosing any remaining body heat.
"Bound within, together as one, forever. The Circle is complete." The light faded entirely, as both the new body and the fey women disappeared into the night. In their place grew a single flower, a winter rose, as a reminder of what happened there.
( | )/_/ _( O ) \_\(_|_)Three very tired women faded into existence far away from where they were previously. Along with them, a glowing form floated between them. Gently they laid the body down upon the ground. Surrounding them was a forest clearing, deep within winter. As they laid the form down, the light began to fade revealing the new fey to the world.
"Well that was unexpected." Snow said. All three of them were looking down at the child laying between them.
"How did this happen? I expected to see a young boy… even if he were fey…" Ice said.
The child that had all their attention was not the boy they had found previously. Instead, what they saw was a young girl with flaming red hair. The girl was still unconscious, as they had yet to wake her. Her skin was as if it had the perfect tan, and it was blemish free. The angry red scar that was so prominent upon the young boy's forehead was missing from her own.
"I'm guessing that his mother's soul was transferred as well, as they were bound together. We expected that. But something must have happened during the transfer to force hers to be the most prominent when the new body was taking shape." Blizzard said introspectively.
"Is there anything left of the boy?" Snow asked worryingly.
Blizzard knelt and placed her had upon the young girl. After a moment, her hand began to glow, but much weaker than before. "I believe so. I can't be too certain, as my magic is very weak, but I feel him still within. It appears that he is still the dominant soul within the body, just as before. He is just now within a new body."
"He? Wouldn't he now be female?" Ice asked.
"Physically? Yes. Magically? No. He is still Harry James Potter to magic."
"We can't call her that. That's a boy's name. even if we try to explain it to her, others wouldn't accept that."
"We call her Rose." Snow spoke up.
"Rose?" Blizzard asked.
"I like Roses. But also, every female of the Evans line, her mother's family, is named after a flower. And even if the others are not of the Summer Circle like she was, we should still respect the family tradition. That, and roses are usually connotated with winter. Even if she is of Summer."
"Then Rose it shall be." They all stood there for a moment, trying to regain what little magic they had left within themselves. "We grow weary sisters. We need to find somewhere to reinsert her."
"But where? I won't have our newest sister return to those horrid humans she calls family. They nearly killed her!" Ice angrily said.
"No… not there. We will have to find someplace else. Somewhere better. Maybe another squib family. But one where they would love and cherish her."
"They would have to be neutral. Neither serving the Dark One, nor themselves." Snow said.
"We also would need to bind her. We can't have her fey magic seep out and alert the Dark One to our existence." Ice said. "But she would need protection. So maybe a partial binding will suffice. Have it linked to an easily removed object?"
"Then make it so that only she can remove it. I like that." Blizzard said. "But we can't do that right away. We have little magic left, and it will take a long time to recover."
"She should be fine for now anyway." Snow said. "She is still very young, and anything that might seep through would be explained as accidental magic. Like normal wizards."
"Very well. We should begin looking for a new home for her." They all began to gather some magic and pooled it together within a small bowl of ice. The magic began to ripple as if it were water, and an image began to appear before them.
"Find us a family, loved by each other." The image seemed to shift, trying to locate something. A bird's eye view of a city began to take shape.
"Find us a family, looking for another." The image zoomed in upon a section of the city, specifically a hospital block.
"Find us a family, to care and protect." The image entered the hospital building, and zeroed in upon a young couple, holding each other in their arms, crying.
"Family has been found. Loved by each other, looking for another, to care and protect. The Circle begins anew." The magic froze the image of the young couple in the bowl. Ice and Snow collapsed upon the ground after the magic had passed, exhausted. Blizzard stood still yet was obviously fighting exhaustion just as much.
"You were right sister. We have little to no magic left. This was all very tiring. I'm glad we didn't make any disastrous mistakes." Ice spoke from the ground.
"We will have to go in the morning. By then, we will have enough magic to shift us back to London. For now, however, we rest." Blizzard said. She bent down and gently picked up the sleeping form of Rose and began walking into the forest. Shortly thereafter, the other two got up and followed. ( | )/_/ _( O ) \_\(_|_)"I demand to see the life stone of Harry Potter! I am his magical guardian, I have every right to see it!" Declared an old wizened wizard. He was standing in the middle of an opulent office, located within the wizarding bank of Gringotts. Before him sat an old goblin wearing a pinstripe business suit. The goblin had the expression of extreme annoyance upon his face and didn't seem fazed by the declaration of the wizard before him.
"Mr. Dumbledore. Not only does mister Potter not need a magical guardian as he is wizard born, it is illegal to declare yourself as such without his guardian's express permission." The goblin said in a slow drawl, seemingly gaining pleasure from annoying his companion just as much as he was being annoyed.
"I have written proof of my claim." Dumbledore then pulled out a parchment scroll. Handing it to the goblin, he waited impatiently as the goblin took his time reading it.
"This says here that a Mrs. Petunia Dursley nee Evans has signed magical guardianship over to one Mr. Albus Dumbledore."
"Exactly! I demand to see the life stone of my ward!"
"I'm sorry, but this Mrs. Petunia Dursley nee Evans is not Mr. Harry Potter's legal guardian. She cannot sign the magical guardianship over to you Mr. Dumbledore."
"Hippogriff shit! I personally handed Harry over to her! She was the closest living relative to Harry! That automatically makes her his legal guardian!"
"That may be true for the wizarding world, but Mrs. Petunia Dursley nee Evans lives within the muggle world. She never finalized the guardianship paperwork within her government, and therefore was illegally caring for one Mr. Potter. This is also disregarding the Potter Will."
"The will was sealed by the Chief Warlock. Anything within is classified information."
"You mean it was sealed by YOU, Mr. Dumbledore. It was sealed under wizarding law. Not goblin law. Our copy is still open to be read by any who wish to read it."
This information seemed to greatly worry Dumbledore. "Who has read it?"
"Other than myself, as I am the Potter accounts manager, I am not at liberty to disclose private client information." The goblin smiled at this. "Anything else is classified information."
Dumbledore's face got redder and redder as the conversation grew on. Sitting himself down upon the only available seat, he seemed to deflate a bit after he realized that he wasn't going to get any information regarding the Potter will from the goblin. "Then who is Harry's legal guardian?"
"That would be his godfather. One Mr. Sirius Black."
That information shocked Albus as he wasn't aware of this predicament. "He was convicted! His guardianship should have automatically been revoked upon being placed in Azkaban!"
"Our records indicate that he was never stripped of his guardianship. There must be an error at your end. Regardless, this meeting has gone on for far too long. Time is money. Get out of my office."
At that, two goblin warriors entered the room and grabbed both of Dumbledore's arms, and dragged him out to the foyer of the bank. Picking himself up, he swiftly left the bank on his next mission.