Dublin, September 5th.
Tecna was upset. it was unbelievable that her friends would put their faith in a...bird. A bloody owl! Everybody knows crows were more intelligent. All her work in those days wasted... replaced... by a bird.
Bloom was curled in the sofa, with her head in her sister's lap. The nymph was using a soothing spell, caressing her little sister hair, trying to ease her headache. It was unusual to see the always optimistic redhead in pain, struggling to be conscious.
"I think that her memories are producing the headaches. Being in this time is messing up the memories she have suppressed, and I can detect a kind of bind that prevents them to be unleash. I'm afraid that if we try to break it, we can erase her memories... all the memories."
"Fuck" growled the Dragon fairy, gritting her teeth. "So, is this hellish pain in my poor skull, or became the pitiful excuse of a... whatever."
"Here, relax, don't be so childish." said Daphne motherly. Bloom closed her eyes.
"Sorry."
"Don't worry, we will solve this, at any cost."
"Great, because I want to go home, then force mom and dad to move to Magix. I don't want to go back to Earth anymore."
All the fairies watched in silence to the redhead, sharing a worried look. Humans sometimes are so stupid.
"How you're so sure?" asked the princess of Andros, breaking the silence, lowering the book of poetry she was reading.
"The bind has my magical signature. I did it." the nymph frowned, she had a bad feeling. "Is better if she somehow start to remember... I don't want to erase who she is..."
"I don't want it either." mumbled Bloom sleepily. "If I forget, who will kick Sky's arse? He's making the idiot almost a daily basis, soon his idiocy could be labeled as extreme sport."
Stella laughed, the rest just giggled. Sky was acting like a douche, and making the fool being so jealous. If the redhead waited almost seven years to marry, forgiving his lies of the first year, and dealing with his crazy ex, some months more were nothing.
"We're in a paradox. I told that yesterday." Tecna yawned, resting her head in a pillow. "That could explain the headaches of Bloom. And the why you feel your magic behind... we need to avoid messing with the time, a little thing we change here could be disastrous in the future."
"The owl is here" Thoren stood, and opened the window. The eagle owl flew a bit, then stopped in Roxy shoulder, hooting happily.
"Hey, good to see you again, Rex." the fairy of animals smiled, the owl hooted joyous.
"He seems happy to see you." teased Stella, knowing that the young princess of Tir Nan Og speaks owlish.
"Obviously, who wouldn't be happy to see me?" replied with a cheeky smile.
"Ask him about that place." pressed Flora, Daphne nodded in approval.
Bloom forced herself to stand up. She wanted to hear, be helpful to that mission, was not only her life, was the life of her friends and her home planet. She just could imagine Domino forgotten, trapped in ice, the citizens petrified like Oritel, Miriam in a sword...no, that was a fucking nightmare.
Roxy after a moment thinking in how to make that question, started a conversation with the bird. Questions from the fairies and the paladin were answered for the pinkette, thanks to the owl, it denied to receive the gift of human speak, calling it unnecessary.
Tecna huffed in her spot, it was insane. She was a scientist, a person who use her logic to work, how they could put their trust in an owl?
"Don't worry Tecna, that place could have more info to you to make a full research."
She smiled to the melodian fairy, maybe she was overreacting and the bird could be useful after all. But the feeling of being useless was upsetting.
Malfoy Manor. September 15th.
Draco took a piece of parchment, letting the quill leave its mark on it. After a week on the most illegally places, he had what he was looking for to help the only person who shows respect and appreciation for him. Funny though that it has to be a child.
At it's side was an ancient book, the language was extinct centuries ago. Also various texts in yellowish parchment with holes all around.
He wasn't alone in the hidden place on his library. Behind, in the portrait was the potion master, reading the book easily. Those notes were confusing; the only idea of a hidden island was surreal and fantastic. Wizards of around the world tried to locate the Mythical Tír na nÓg, called the land of eternal youth, beauty, health, abundance and joy.
It was there were the myths of the Tuatha Dé Danann emerged, the so called gods of the people of the pre-Christian Ireland.
In another ancient parchment was written about the Fairyland or the 'Court of the Queen of Elphame'. Legends of persons called faeries, inhabitants in a land ruled by the 'Queen of Fairies'.
In the description was the drawing image of a woman with dark brown hair, in a dress in greenish tones with long wings on her back. it was difficult to see the crown, only a bluish line hidden.
The details about the woman were vague, only a brief description, her age of twenty at that time and the curiosity of walk among normal people in a wingless form.
"Were did you said you found these?" asked Severus after reading it.
"Knockturn Alley." replied the young wizard, scratching the parchment with the quill. "I talked with the owner, and I preformed a spell to be sure this shit were original not a copy."
The frown in the face of the potion master deepened. This could be dangerous. Having the info of the existence of a race users of ancient magic wandless could be used as an excuse to call to a war...
"It seems they somehow disappeared. It's so vague... but if this is real..."
"The Ministry will kill her." Finished Severus. The cruel honesty was better than sweetened lies. "You now the motto the dunderheads have now , 'Better safe than sorry'. Minerva must know this."
"She'll have to come here, or a safe place away from unwanted ears. Perhaps using the muggle way to take the girl to America."
"She can't travel without a passport and without the permission of her parents..." pointed the potion master, gaining a growl from his godson.
"I can't apparate, not at that distance, and using a portkey is out of options..."
Draco wanted to scream. How the fuck he could help Bloom? Now she was stuck in a place, her safety in jeopardize, thanks to those four men.
A ring sounded, it was almost the time the Aurors arriving, he stood, leaving that hidden place of the library, and seated in a chair in front of the chimney, with the diary in hand. Celly appeared with a steaming cup of tea and disappeared with a pop.
For a weird reason he started to remember when Dobby rescued Potty and his gang... The answer was the house-elves, at least to take Minerva to a safest place to talk.
He sipped his tea when he heard a crack at his back. A group of three Aurors, as every fucking day in the hell.
"Death Eater. Your wand." said one of them harshly.
He obeyed, letting them to perform the priori incantatem. Even when the spell showed that his last spell used was a warming charm, they still were suspicious.
"Your wand is fine. Death Eater scum." the other one was younger. He was almost his age, maybe older, probably in the academy yet.
He didn't remember the man, but something says he was a Gryffindor. Suddenly it clicked in his mind. He was in fact a year older and obviously a Potter follower.
"Now get up. We have to test that you haven't been using wandless dark magic."
He stood quietly, letting the men using spell after spell. Then as always they walked around the house.
"You're lucky, Death Eater. We haven't found nothing wrong... yet." said the most quiet of them. "We'll coming back tomorrow."
"Of course."
He knew that the best course of action now was a lower profile. His priority now was the little girl in Hogwarts, not starting quarrels with the Aurors.
He sighed and walked straight to the library, taking an old piece of parchment and one of the books.
"I will be in Hogwarts, godfather. Here's nothing more I can do, and I have no access to the Black's library."
"See you later." replied the portrait, accommodating to sleep.
It was the life of portraits. Be conscious a while, going to sleep... no once in his life he wondered about the portraits of the founders. Perhaps having the portrait of Salazar, could answered many questions.
He took a handful of flo powder and appeared as all those days in McGonagall office. There, a brunette was waiting.
"Just in time, Malfoy."
"I have the book, Granger." The Gryffindor veteran took the book
How was that they both started a truce? It started the day he went to make use of the library, he found Granger researching about fairies of human size and the possibility of a race of superior humans. She started talking about something called evolution, even taking her own muggle books, explaining the theory of a man called Darwin.
The idea of the man descending of primates was hilarious, but suddenly the know-it-all showed the pictures, even mentioning names of muggle museums around the world, having skeletons of neanderthal and saurius.
A person could be wrong, but a entire group around the planet couldn't. He realized he needed her to this mission. She with Luna, Susan, Astoria and impressively Daphne, were the most close girls to Bloom.
"Alright. This is an ancient story about a woman called Nyvene. It seems Merlin loved her. And she trapped him."
"The lady of the lake."
"I'm sure it's about her." said the brunette, biting her lower lip in her effort to translate the text.
It would be a long afternoon.
Domino, 19th Geres, 4DR
Half of a month. half of a month without news of the Winx. Marion along with other mothers started to worry for their children.
Niobe said that maybe they were fighting in another dimension, being guardians fairies and all... she sighed, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders, she knew better, she was just... omitting that info.
They were congregated in the tea room, in one of the spires. It was the most bizarre group.
Mutterings started between the women.
It was always a nightmare to see your child fighting against the evil forces... she knew it, she fought bravely in her youth against those forces... (not that she looked older than a woman in her twenties... having in fact almost sixty, she had her little Bloom in her late thirties... well, that was... weird) but the threats to Magix now were beyond the power they have, even hers.
Niobe was a Enchantix level fairy, and she hasn't used her fairy form since she became a Queen. Luna, was a Charmix, and she didn't know about the others, more than their home planets' names.
And now not only the girls were the problem. Vanessa and Mike started having headaches.
A week after the group departure, the redhead queen, trusting Oritel departed in the weekend to see her colleagues. Bloom's parents, the ones that raised her baby, knowing that maybe they were the first to know something.
"I said that we have to start a searching around Magix. I'm very worried, Stella, since her father and I agreed in a truce, can't sleep without make a call to say goodnight to me." Luna smiled "She even started to talk to Allan. And she wanted to design my weeding dress..."
"Wait, you're marrying? Congratulations Luna. It was time." said Morgana.
"I just thought you were right. Even if my first marriage was a mess, with Radius wanting just an heir from me, I need to give myself a second chance and Allan is just great, we have seven years together. But... I wanted to make that step when Stella could understand my choice."
"Good news. Congrats Luna. Stella seems a good hearted child, and even with her flaws, she's becoming a mature young lady. She will be a fair Queen."
"Thanks Alyssa." she paused for a moment and then laughed. " It's incredible to be here, with you people. I'm sure that if our daughters never meet, we couldn't be here today."
"Obviously. I was never interested in royalty before Tecna made friends with Stella and Aisha." the zenithian replied.
"We're all worried for them, but I'm sure they're safe. Daphne, and Thoren are with them."
"We can't be sure of that, Marion."
"I have a proposal. The strongest in this room is Marion. Two of her daughters are in this... mission we don't know about. It could be a wise move if she goes with them. I would be calmer."
"Alright." replied the queen of Domino with her brow frowned. "I'll need to consult Oritel first to make my next move. I have my own obligations here, Domino isn't like other kingdoms where the queen is just like a doll to show and brag about and making tea parties or decorating balls... without offense."
Luna and Niobe nodded, the androsian laughed out loud. Marion was different than they for a reason. They both were just queen-consort in their home planets. They have a little amount of authority thanks to the marriages, but not enough to make bigger decisions.
Marion otherwise was queen by birthright, making her the most powerful woman into political in the dimension, but having a marriage based on love, and being a peacemaker, made the king-consort as her equal, working like a greased machine in benefit of their planet.
Luna knew Daphne would be like the redhead. The only thing that worried her was the best friend of Stella. Bloom as queen of Eraklyon was beneficial to that planet, but she feared that in a future the always optimistic woman turns to a... Samara 2.0.
One by one exited the room, leaving Marion pondering in the option of Magnethia. It wasn't that bad, Domino was in peace, Oritel was one of the most powerful warriors in the entire dimension and having Draghirit, the dragon's sword with him...
She stood, knowing that now she just needed the advice of one person. Faragonda.
Hogwarts, September 16th, 1998.
Daphne Greengrass walked right through the Great Hall, giving a smile to the child in the Eagle's table. The little girl waved, and she nodded to Lovegood. Then she seated in her spot right side her boyfriend.
The how that unusual... friendship with the girl started, could be recalled and thanked to Astoria. Becoming a good friend with Malfoy made Tori share more time with the little redhead. Then a day, Tori had said that the child for some reason liked her name and feel happy when she heard it.
A yelling made her turn her head, gazing to the Weasley girl huffing. Potter hid his face between his hands while the redhead complained like a little girl why Potter didn't listen to her.
"To think my mother thought it could be a good idea to make an arrangement with the now popular family in an attempt to clean our last name..." The boy laughed. "Poor Potter."
Weasley continued with her whimpering. Potter stood, frustrated and walked away. The other Weasley had his attention on the food, eating like there's no tomorrow. Granger looked at he boyfriend who tried to talk with his mouth full of food, and stood, and mimicking Potter, walked away.
"Merlin." muttered amused. It was... unusual to see the behavior of the so called family of Light.
"Curious. We don't have the threat of the Dark Lord anymore, instead we have the Weasley Drama."
"You're so cruel, Theo." She giggled, taking some tea and scrambled eggs with toasted bread and a bowl of fruit.
"Thank Merlin my mother decided to hear me for the first time in her life. Sadly my father decided to go ahead with the Dark Lord."
The young man cringed. He still remembered how his father tried to forcing him into accepting the mark... he wasn't a fighter nor an idiot as his father, the foolish old man who died in the Battle of Hogwarts.
"Yeah. I can't imagine you having to carry Weasley as a wallet."
"You're evil, Greengrass. Now I would love an obliviate to erase the troublesome image printed in my mind."
The blonde laughed, then she felt somebody else at her side.
"Moonbeam have divination." said the little eagle, frowning in the direction of the lions' table. "They make too much noise."
"Clever are you, huh?" asked Theo, handling tarcle pudding to the child. "I still don't see why Gryffindors are special."
"Hermimy is fine. Potts too, Nevy is great, but I don't like the Weasleys tough..." Bloom looked at Daphne "Ginny was furious the other day. Potts took me to the owlery, I wanted to send a letter to my parents cuz they are worry. In their last letter mom said dad was sad... whatever, the point is, Potts took me then to the pitch, and gave me a ride over the lake in his broom. I saw the squid too. Then we walked with Hagrid...
"It was amazing you know? The wind in my face, the freedom you have in the air... I love fly. Then Ginny started to complain that he never took her to fly in his firebolt... He told her she was one of the greatest flyers he knows, that she can be our companion the next time. Now I want to fly alone to avoid problems... but I don't have a broom, and I don't know how he do it."
Daphne frowned. Ginny was acting out of her usual self. After all she knew Potter was suffering of PTSD due the war...
"Figures, the Weasley Drama for a little child." Laughed Theo. "Don't worry, if you want, I can teach you. C'mon, Let's go for my broom."
Daphne watched amazed the scene. Nott took the child's hand and both of them headed to the dungeons. She smiled, Theo would be a good father one day.