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Harriett was currently out of the castle, she had set up her shop with an owl that would let people put in orders.
She was currently restocking her shelves like she did twice every year.
She had young Geralt with her as she needed some hands to help her with carrying and lugging and what better muscle than 3 young Witcher boys.
With him were Eskel a handsome young boy she had saved as the trials nearly killed him, and Lambert, who need his tongue rained in if you asked her for it took away from his handsome face and left much to be desired.
It was as she was putting the last of her stock away that she felt her wards she had set up at the castle flare, she felt fear and panic of the younglings.
She was assaulted by pain and fear like a hammer to the head, she dropped to the floor in pain, as the boys rushed over to her the concern on their faces.
As she lay there she went white and dripped with sweat, but it was the scream of anguish that would stay with them, as the only mother figure in their lives clutched her head and screamed a scream the rend the air, portals and shadows moved and the air in the shop seemed to be rend into and across time and space, as from her body magic flared at the mere thought of her charges being attacked.
For this was the day that Kear Morhen was attacked be a mere hedge mage and stirred up towns people, history would say that the school of the wolf was nearly killed off that day. History would be wrong.
As the boys watched on as for their mother in all but blood rend the air and fabric of reality around them they began to understand the talk of her being an old god, for no mage could render space and time like she was doing and all the while they remained safe.
Then they were not in that bright little store but on the mountains overlooking their home and the sky darkened, she saw the children screaming as they were chased by a mob of people from a nearby village only for the children and the Witcher's guiding them to vanished from out of the valley below and appear behind Geralt and the other boys, more arrived some clearly nearing their end from defending the castle to the last.
Those's that were injured soon glowed a pale green and seemed to stop in time, they did not breathe they did not move, but their wounds started to fade and blow away in the wind.
It was as the Witcher's and children watched on as Harriett lifted into the air and a golden shield appeared around the ancient Witcher home, that they understood something, you don't hurt her children her friends for as a frizzy haired witch had said more that the age of the sun ago, "she had a saving people thing."
Magic older than time answered her call like an eager puppy that had been watching and waiting to help its master, and the combined might of her ancient world turned on the people and sorcerers that had attacked what was hers.
She had long ago forgotten what magic could do to people when they hurt its children she had seen that when the muggles had found the wizarding world, magic had deafened her children with a vindictiveness that sent a shock to humanity's cultural core, it had rend the attackers and transformed them into monsters of ancient horror and myths past, it gave no quarter and the village was cursed to the very soul.
The attackers became monsters not like what Witcher's new but new things that scared them as well but as the sun soon rose in the sky these monsters were sent back into the darkness, for they had made the valley so cold and dark.
She had transformed them into dementors.
Those curse souls that would wander in agonising hunger for both light and warmth but would receive none.