Disclaimer: I obviously do not own Harry Potter or League of Legends. They are the property of their creators and I am a humble writer attempting to grow his skills with stories and characters that I love.

Note: This story is based off the characters and events of the Netflix show Arcane. I watched it recently and just fell in love with its characters and world. Especially Jinx. Such a layered and tragic character was amazing to see. I still intend to continue my other story, but this one wouldn't stop banging around in my head until I wrote it down.

Part One - A Wizard In An Arcane World

Jayce couldn't see anything. The snow and wind were blinding him to everything more than two feet away from his face. It was lucky that his mother was within this range. However it was unlucky that she was bleeding. Not even an hour ago she'd slipped on black ice the snow was covering on the trail and fallen on a nearby rock. It had punctured the skin lining of her stomach and her condition had deteriorated from there. Just seconds ago she had finally keeled over onto the ground and try as he might, the child could not wake her up. Again and again he shook her by the shoulders, screamed her name, and called as loudly as he could for help. In his mind he swore that he'd give anything, anything at all, if the gods would just deliver his mother from her fate. The gods were listening.

Out of nowhere a blaze of azure light lit up the sky and the flurry surrounding him vanished. The new clearness revealed a cowled man wielding a staff and a glowing stone. All around him rings of runes and sigils spun in a seemingly random order, and unholy chanting seemed to fill the air as a chorus to the strange act. In the blink of an eye the three formerly stranded individuals were in a place entirely new. The grass beneath their feet was green and flush with life. The sky was clear and blue. The creek around the bend was slowly moving with life. Everything teemed with life. Jayce didn't care about any of that though. What held his enraptured eyes were those of his mother, staring back at him with a wondrous lack of pain. With a cry he launched himself into her arms and hugged the woman with everything he had. All the past hours of fear, pain, and loss. She returned it eagerly and offered what support she could. More than a few tears were shed between the two. This touching moment went on for several moments before the clearing of an impatient throat reminded the two that someone else was present. The man in question maintained the hooded shadow of his face and leaned on his staff toward the two. After a moment he spoke. "Your prayer was heard and answered young Jayce. Yet for all things there is a cost. Are you still willing to pay?"

The boy nodded. "You gave my mother her life. Anything you require I will pay."

The mother launched to her feet in front of her son. "Now see here!-" She began, only to be interrupted. "I assure you the price is not malicious or harmful to him young mother." He waved a lazy hand and what could only be described as a portal of mist came into existence before them. The mystery man reached in and pulled out a toddler. The child couldn't have been more than a year and a half old. He had black hair and a strange scar in the shape of a lightning bolt connecting the right edge of his hairline to his nose.

The man carried the child over to the older boy and placed him in his arms. The mother just stared in open confusion. "This boy was named harry in the world he came from, but here you shall call him Hadrian. In every reality that he has lived he has suffered, but he has also served the will of fate herself. Thus I have been granted leave to bring him to this world this time around in the hope that his suffering will be averted." Though he could not see the man's face, Jayce would swear that his eyes began to glow. "The price of your mother's life is thus. You shall take this boy into your family and raise him as your brother. He deserves happiness, and it is your job to see that he gets it." Jayce nodded without hesitation. The toddler in his arms was sleeping quietly, and something about holding him just felt right. He had no problems seeing the boy as his brother. He already felt a connection to him. Nearby his mother's smile had grown to a level that it had begun to hurt. She had always wanted more children, but the birth of her son had been long, arduous, and dangerous. Her family physician had made it clear that she would not be able to have anymore of her own. So just being presented with a new child was a dream come true for her. She fell to her knees before their savior and cried tears of joy. "How can I ever thank you sir?" She asked through her sniffles.

Though they couldn't see it, the man smiled. "Just raise him with love and we will call things even. I will not be able to return to this world again, but it eases my soul to see how fast you've taken to young Hadrian. Here." Three small crystals, glowing with the same azure light of his magic came into existence in his palm. He handed two to the mother and one to Jayce. "Keep these to remember your promise today, and when Hadrian is old enough, give him his. They cannot do much but having a little magic in your corner is never a bad thing."

When the two nodded at his words he waved his hand again. Azure light and floating symbols enveloped the three and suddenly they found themselves on the ground before the bridge gates of Piltover. Standing up, Jayce's mother took hold of Hadrian and smoothed his black hair off of his sleeping face. "Welcome home, dear one." she cooed at the toddler before taking her older son's hand and walking through the gates into the City of Progress. Behind them the smokestacks of Zaun continued to billow.