Kinda Phantasy AU. Fem Harry (Susan). There is magic but no wandwaving. They use runes. Not everyone is magical. Only very few are. And those that are visit a special school in Hogsmeade, the capital of Aurelia. The magical people are known amongst the mundane and magic is integrated into the modern world.

No romance as of yet.

There was a legend about the lost world of Annira. The world that had once been many thousand years ago ere the first men lived on earth. A world of unearthly beauty and peace. A world ruled by three kingdoms: Lysalia, the realm of dreams; Vylamor, the kingdom of magick and Dorshire, the land of souls. The ruling families lived in harmony together. Until mankind came. They were peaceful at first but – being born without magick and immortality – they soon started to covet their sovereigns' powers and started to revolt against them. They forced male Sinitri – the immortal and magical beings – to wed their women and raped the female Sinitri to get power and immortality for themselves. Many Sinitri were killed during the long war that broke out between the two peoples and lasted for hundrets of years. During the crueling battles, humans fled, took the new-born magical children and went and founded a city on a lone island near the shore of the Kingdom of Dorshire. The city was named Hogsmeade. They built it as a fortress and with the forced help of enslaved, kidnapped Sinitri, warded it against the powerful attacks of the three ruling families. The war they waged was very brutal and much blood was spilled ere the goddess Avis, the highest of the many deities of Annira, had enough of their pettiness and jealousy and banished the man and their mortal spouses and offspring from the sacred, once peaceful lands for good. Annira was forthwith lifted out of the earthen sphere and became nothing more but a memory. The enslaved Sinitri were imprisoned in the mortal world and many started to fade because of their broken spirits and hearts. The stolen, magical children were raised by the few surviving immortals and wrote books about their magic and their practices. Avis punished the mortal men with taking their beloved children's immortality. Leaving them only with their magick, which lessened with each generation that was being born. During the thousands of years that passed, the last Sinitri faded and mankind was left to themselves. Noticing that their children became less magical with each generation, they started a desperate search for the lost world of Annira. Hoping, that once found, they could beg Avis and the Sinitri for their forgiveness and be blessed with magick that would never weaken. But Annira was never found and became a legend amongst the mortal. A legend relating to mankind that only those humans of a pure heart and a kind spirit could find the other world. And if they did, they would be judged and blessed by Avis herself who would then decide upon their fates.

Snow was falling in spades that evening. It had started snowing some hours earlier and Susan Potter loved it. The world was so much more beautiful and peaceful when covered by the white, glittering frozen mass. And it was such a rare treat these days. School had ended only a few minutes ago and the young Childe was on her way home. The weekend was around the corner and Susan was very relieved. She disliked school immensely, not because she was bad at magick, on the contrary – magical classes were her best subjects – but because she was bad at everything else except arithmetic, languages and runes, subjects that were needed for magick. Her friends studied with her all the time to get her through her examinations but after that she had forgotten nearly everything she wouldn't need for her future job as a Conjurer and Witch. A job both her parents worked as. Lily and James Potter, powerful Children and respected members of their society that was governed by another powerful Childe, Tom Riddle. He had been mentored by Albus Dumbledore, one of the most famous Children of their time, who had written many widely praised books and discovered and invented many runic circles and wards that were either forgotten or completely new. Susan sighed softly after thinking of those talented, powerful Children. Despite magical classes being her best subjects, she was only slightly above average and always behind the Child Hermione Granger, who claimed to be very powerful and had become the teachers favourite long ago. Susan's parents were disappointed that their daughter only came third or fourth in magical classes - even less in the mundane ones - and was a notorious dreamer. Whenever she was bored her attention span gave into her daydreams of wandering through beautiful landscapes and meeting strange but ethereal looking beings. She talked to them in different – invented, she never knew if they actually were spoken somewhere on earth– languages. Some had been taught to her at an early age. Some she never learned – they somehow had always been there in her head. Her friends taught her how to transfigure and charm things without the helps of runes – something she tried whenever she was alone at home and something she hoped would be taught at school for years. Just this month she had - like so many times before - asked her Professors if Transfiguration and Charms were classes taught in the higher courses but she was - again - looked at strangely and told that the ability of Transfiguration and the art of Charms had been lost many centuries ago. No one – not even the great Albus Dumbledore or the four great Children – Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff and Godric Gryffindor – had been able to transfigure things. Angered about her rude dismissal, Susan had - like all the other times - locked herself in her room for days and – with the help of the people in her head – practiced. With time and patience she managed to transfigure and charm things, not only in her dreamworlds but also in her reality. But she never told anyone because she wanted to perfect it ere surprising her parents with her secret. But there was so much to learn ere that could happen.

The horn of a bus brought her back to the bus stop she was waiting at and her feet hopped onto the back of the bus quickly.

'Always a dreamer, aren't you? You will never become someone if you don't break that habit of yours!'

Susan spun around and found herself face to face with Granger, the bushy haired Childe who always strove to make her life difficult.

'I don't want to become someone important, Granger. I just want to work as a Conjurer.'

'But they are required to focus on their work. You cannot even focus while waiting for the bus.' She said condescendingly. 'Whatever shall become of you?'

'Something special, you will see!' Susan huffed and walked off to the front of the bus, far away from her least liked classmate. She heard Granger laugh haughtily and sat down with more force than necessary. 'I will show you. One day.' She muttered and pressed her bag closer against her torso. 'You and everyone else!' Her eyes fixed on nothing, the snow melted away and she was suddenly surrounded by the beautiful flowers growing in her friend Moa's garden. She loved that garden and its exotic fragrances and always felt better as soon as she was surrounded by them. Taking a deep breath of the sweet and spicy smelling air, she sat down on one of the stony benches between the many flower beds and closed her eyes, listening to the birds singing all around her. Maybe she was crazy imagining worlds that felt so real but somehow, she felt at home here.

'You have returned.' She opened her eyes and found herself looking at an unworldly handsome man. His black, long hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, revealing his sharp and noble face with those dark, blue eyes. His elegant blue grey robes matched his appearance and made him look more regal than Tom Riddle, their High-Minister, ever did on his best day.

'Moa, it's good to see you again!' she found herself replying in one of those made-up languages of hers. He smiled softly and sat down next to her on the bench, asking her about her day and the reason she came back to his garden.

She enjoyed talking to her friend but was soon called back to reality by the loud announcement of her stop. Susan jumped slightly and rose from her seat, sprinting to the back ere jumping of the bus – Grangers mean laugh echoing in her head all the way home. Was it such a bad habbit to dream about a world of magick that didn't require runic circles and limited means of using ones powers? Magick was flowing through their venes. Why could they not become one with their core and use it as naturally? Like Moa did. Or Avis. Or all of her other friends from that world. Like she had been thaught over the years.

The snowfall thickened and made it difficult to walk but about half an hour later Susan arrived at her parent's noble manor at the outskirts of Hogsmeade. It was situated on a small hill and overlooked the city while also offering a breath-taking view of the sea and the beach, the only parts of nature still to be found on Hogsmeade Island, because the meadows and groves and orchards had gone to give more space for the growing population of Aurelia. And although it was a beautiful village mixing old buildings and very modern ones, Susan missed the nature she only encountered whenever they went on a holiday on the mainland. And even there, green forests and meadows were scarce because the humans couldn't stop expanding and building. Only the Snowy Mountains in the northwest and the Summerhills in the southeast were protected and uninhabited. The valley beyond the Summerhills was rarely visited because the mountains were too high and dangerous to cross and somehow a strange magnetic field along the highest peaks made it impossible for planes to fly over them. Only backpackers had seen the lands beyond with the beautiful blue river and the untouched, mysterious dark forest. There were only few photos but Susan loved to see them in the internet whenever she had time to herself. The landscapes always reminded her of the many places she had seen in her head since childhood.

She sighed and opened the large iron gate, walking up the long drive to the manor. As soon as she arrived at the entrance, she noticed some important looking black cars that didn't belong to her parents. But her parents never told her that they would have visitors tonight. Strange. She climbed up the few stairs and entered the house.

Many voices were heard from the drawing room, they sounded quite cheerful and calmed her down – nothing serious seemed to have happened. Susan skipped to her room and changed into something more agreeable than her school uniform ere walking down to join the crowd of people.

'Ah Susan, there you are. It took you some time to get home!' Her mother said in a clipped tone upon her entry.

'The falling snow made walking a little difficult.' Susan went to her side. 'What happened here?'

'Oh, the High Minister decided to spontaneously join us for dinner and he brought some of his ministers and Albus Dumbledore.'

'Whatever for?' Susan asked warily. Albus Dumbledore had never before visited her family despite her parents excelent work and powerful magick.

'I don't know. They want to talk to you'

'To me?' She asked incredulously. 'But why?'

'They didn't say, Sweetheart!' She placed her hand on Susan's shoulder and pushed her over to the High Minister and his Mentor. 'Lord Riddle, Warlock Dumbledore, Susan returned.' The handsome man and his old companion turned around.

'Ah, Miss Potter!' Warlock Dumbledore said. 'Good evening!' He bowed his head.

'To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?' She asked a little bit forced, uncomfortable with their powerful aura in such close proximity.

'We heard the most curious things about you!' The Warlock said, a calculating glint in his eyes. A shiver ran down her spine. This was not good. Not good at all!

'Did you, now?' She asked, her smile dropped a little.

'Oh yes. It seems you are interested in Transfiguration and Charms. Why?' The High Minister asked with his smooth, velvet voice. It seemed that her teachers finally had complained about her persistant enquiries.

'It is a part of Magick, so why shouldn't I be interested in learning something about it?' Riddle looked at her curiously.

'Didn't you mean to say: It was?' He watched her with his cold eyes and Susan shivered, again.

'Of course, my mistake. I have a very good imagination in which I learnt the art from another imaginary friend, so please excuse me mixing up reality with it sometimes.' Let them believe she was loony, maybe they would stop enquiring about her interest.

'Really?' Dumbledore asked. 'I always dreamed of doing it, too, when I was young but sadly, I never managed to transfigure anything, not even with runic circles.' He smiled his grandfatherly smile. 'What about your imaginary friend. Does he have a name?'

'Oh, he has! He calls himself Moa.' Albus dropped the glass he was holding in his hand and it smashed into thousand pieces as soon as it hit the floor, spilling wine everywhere. At the same time, Riddles face cleared of any emotion. Drat, Susan thought.

'He calls himself Moa?' Riddle asked incredulously, sipping his water slowly.

'Oh yes, he does!' She forced another smile on her face. 'And looks very handsome. Long, black hair bound back, dark, blue eyes, aristocratic face, tall and magically powerful.' The minister choked on his water and started coughing heavily.

'Susan, enough. Don't bore our guest with your silly fantasies!'

'Very well!' she turned to them. 'Gentlemen, it was a pleasure!' she curtsied and spun around.

'Miss Potter, one moment please!' Dumbledore called her back. She stopped and slowly turned to face him.

'Yes, Sir?'

'Do you happen to talk in a different language whenever you talk to him?'

'Yes, why? Is it of any importance?'

'It might. What language is it?'

'I don't know. I never named it. He taught it to me when I was very young and I always believed that it is not a true language, just something I made up as a child.'

'Can you say something in this language, my dear!'

'Certainly, Sir. You know, feel free to believe I am a nutcase. Maybe you will leave me alone then and grow uninterested in my curiosity about transfiguration and charms for the moment.'

They shared a look.

'Miss Potter, what would you say about an apprenticeship with myself and the High Minister as a tutor?'

'A what…?' She asked disbelievingly. Only an hour ago she would have dreamed of nothing else. But now she wasn't so sure anymore. Something was off. 'Are you serious, Sir? I am just a looney Childe with a large imagination, an unhealthy interest in Transfiguration and Charms and average marks. What would you want with me? Hermione Granger, for example, would be a much better choice.'

'I believe that your imagination is more then just that.' He picked up some large pieces of his dropped, broken glass and offered them to her carefully. Susan took them and, without thinking about it, fixed them together. The smaller shards flew up from the floor and fit themselves into the right places. She gave the repaired glass back to Warlock Dumbledore without a word. Her mother gasped and Riddle had a strange glint in his eyes. 'See, my dear. Imagination can be something very precious. Can you turn it into something else?'

'But Albus, no-one can, why should Susan?' Her mother asked.

'If everything she says, is true, your daughter has been blessed by the great Goddess Avis herself, Lily. As it has been foretold for so many centuries.' He still held the glass. 'Please change it, Susan!' She waved her hand and the glass was transfigured into a beautiful glassy butterfly, who - with another wave of her hand - flapped its wings and flew across the room. All adults gasped and stared at Susan.

'Impossible!' Her father was heard murmuring while the others started whispering amongst themselves. Riddle just stared at her with a blank face while the calculating glint in Warlock Dumbledore's eyes returned.

'Well, Childe, what do you say about an apprenticeship with us?'

'No! I don't want it!' Susan said without thinking. She could see it now. They would use her and her magick and probably try to clone or breed her. To strenghten themselves and their weakening magick. And she wouldn't allow it.

'Susan, you cannot refuse something so extraordinary. They want to help you, teach you!'

'If I want to be taught or need help, I will ask my friends. They' - she pointed at the High Minister and the Warlock - 'cannot help me with that kind of magick.' She nodded her head in their direction. 'Gentlemen!' She turned around and hurried to the door but Riddle raised his hand and activated some runes he had unknowingly scribbled on the doorframe ere his entrance. The double winged doors glowed softly and shut themselves. Susan tried to push them open but was unable to do so. Instead, she spun around again and pressed her back against the wooden door. It took time to undo the circle. Time she didn't have.

'Your friend Moa, right?' Riddle asked.

'Yes. Him.'

'How did you meet him?'

'Why should I tell you, High Minister?'

'Do you even know who your friend is, Miss Potter?' The High Minister asked.

'He is my friend and that is enough for me.'

'But he is so much more than that!' He looked quite dangerous now, like a predator who wanted to pounce at her at any moment. 'Did you ever read about the many Gods of Annira?'

'I did, some years ago, but whatever relevance –' She never finished her sentence. Did he want to insinuate that her friend Moa was the Moa, the God of Destruction?

'Yes, yes! I see you are following me.' She was never more afraid of the High Minister than in that moment. 'You should rethink your answer again, Susan. Become our student. Let us teach you and become great.'

'No. Never!' He smiled coldly and raised his hand again. Another runic circle was activated around her.

If you truly are who they claim you to be, my friend, I need your help. NOW! She thought desperately. Please get me out of here… A sickly red light emerged from the runes and cut her from view. Small lightnings flashed in the circle and Susan cried loudly ere sinking to the ground, unconscious. The light vanished and Riddle turned to Lily Potter.

'I am sorry that we had to restrain her like this but she would have never accepted our offer otherwise. We will take her with us now and I promise you that she will become a great Witch.' Riddle smiled charmingly. He was about to kneel down to pick her up but was halted by an immense white and blinding light. They had to cover their eyes until the light faded. What they faced was quite unexpected.

The God of Destruction himself stood in front of the door, cradling Susan in his arms, protectively.

'You dare hurt what is mine to protect?' He said with a dark, cold voice. They stared at him in shock.

'I was just restraining her, oh great Moa! She is in need of a teacher and she refused our very generous offer.'

'The only teachers Susan needs are Avis and myself!'

'So, it is true then that she has been to Annira?' Riddle asked.

'Not to Annira.' He said and Riddle looked quite relieved. 'She has been visiting us in our own realm. Zingaar.' The High Minister and the Warlock gasped quite loudly.

'You allow a mere mortal to dwell in the lands of the gods? She is just a stupid, average little girl. What makes her so special.' Moa raised his brow while Lily Potter glared at the High Minister after calling her daughter a stupid, little girl. 'Why haven't you chosen someone as special as me or Albus?'

'Susan Potter was chosen at birth by the Gods. Avis blessed her with true, powerful magick and immortality because her destiny lies in our world, not in yours. Susan will be the true Guardian and Protector of the Realms we have been waiting for for so long.' He glared at the High Minister.' She will awaken the Sinitri from their long slumber, reunite the three kingdoms and find the long lost prophecised heir to the high throne of Annira.'

'Guardian and Protector of the Realms? Why did you choose her? I deserve it much more! Have I not always been your loyal servant? Is it not my right as the most gifted and sophisticated Childe?'

'And that is exactly the reason you and everyone else was never chosen. You think too much of yourselves.' He turned to Lily Potter. 'Your daughter will be protected and well cared for, Lily Potter. But to learn and grow she has to leave this world behind. Probably forever.' He bowed in her direction ere vanishing into nothingness. Tom Riddles angry cry was heard for miles.