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Magic Break Can't Be Seen

Harry Potter

October 21st, 2017

Harry barely had the time to realize they were in Egypt before the War Wizards dragged him underground. It wasn't an entrance to the GWM building he was familiar with, but he could recognize many of the people they passed. The whispers followed Harry as everyone realized he was being escorted at wand point.

They used many passages he wasn't familiar with, diving deep into the earth, and the people Harry recognized disappeared. Hard faced witches and wizards replaced them, more of the new War Wizards, and they didn't even look at Harry as they went about their tasks. And what tasks they were.

There were dozens of cells lining each passage, each stuffed full of prisoners in various states of health. The War Wizards were moving between them, cursing the inhabitants, and demanding answers to questions that were never asked. It was horrifying.

They pushed Harry through the halls, deeper into the earth than he cared to think of. The cells here were less populated, and soon the only people here were the ones escorting Harry. He had a horrible feeling about this.

It was proven true when he was harshly thrown through a stone doorway and the heavy metal door shut with a harsh clang. There was not a single speck of light, leaving Harry alone in darkness.

Darkness was something that had defined Harry's first few years at the Dursley's. Vernon hadn't added a light to the cupboard under the stairs until he started school, so he could do his homework without "infecting" Dudley at the kitchen table. As if Dudley ever did his homework.

But now Harry was imprisoned. As he walked blindly around the room, feeling the cold stone walls by touch, he couldn't help but laugh. Like Godfather, like Godson, both ended up imprisoned. He hoped Sirius was laughing in the afterlife with his father. His mother was probably horrified.

Eventually Harry determined that the room he was in was bland, boring, and featureless. There weren't even specks of dust that Harry could feel, and a magical barrier protected the metal door from his searching fingers. There was nothing he could do.

Which was why Harry pressed his back to the wall, sliding down until he was sitting on the floor. He was uncomfortable, but there was nothing that could be done about that. He just had to wait.

His long years at the Dursley's made Harry well used to waiting. When he was younger, he imagined friends and toys to keep him company. But the harsh realities of life quickly tore those illusions away from Harry, leaving him with darkness and the horrors it held.

Those years spent with spiders probably were the reason Harry never feared the Acromantula like Ron. You can only live in fear for so long before you become numb, and that's what happened to Harry. He became numb, and it really wasn't until he reached Hogwarts that he truly lived again.

Harry chuckled. It was almost sad that he viewed years of life-threatening monsters, Dark Lords, and deadly circumstances as something good. He wished he was facing an enchanted chess set right about now.

It was many hours later before anything happened. Harry had no warning before the door suddenly opened, blinding Harry as light illuminated his cell for the first time in hours. Two figures walked in and stood before him, and slowly their features revealed themselves to be Nicolas Flamel and Zhen.

Nicolas stared down at Harry, and Harry glared up at him, causing the elderly man to sigh. He turned to Zhen. "Find out what he knows," he ordered, before turning away. The door slammed shut, returning the cell to darkness, but not before Harry could see Zhen's frightfully terrifying grin.

Harry rose to his feet, keeping his back to the wall. Zhen made no sound, not even breathing, and Harry strained his eyes to see her. Suddenly, two orbs appeared off to the side, illuminating the room just enough to reveal Zhen's grinning face. They were her eyes.

"You've fallen far, Potter," she said. She blinked, and the light flickered, the darkness lingering unnaturally. "Oh, what have you done?"

Harry said nothing as he readied his Occlumency. He edged away from Zhen, hoping that distance would help weaken her inevitable attack. Suddenly, Zhen's eyes closed, and darkness returned.

"What's on your mind, Potter?" Zhen's voice asked. It echoed unnaturally around the cell. "Do you mind if I take a peek?"

"Stay out of my mind, Zhen," Harry said. "I've seen far more horrible things than even you can imagine."

Zhen's eyes suddenly appeared in front of Harry. "I very much doubt that." And with that, Zhen struck.

Harry's Occlumency was being stripped away from his mind, layer by layer, piece by agonizing piece. Zhen's attack lacked the outright malicious feeling Voldemort possessed, nor did it have Snape's disdain. No, her attack was one of bored curiosity, she was attacking the once saviour of the magical world, and it merely bored her.

Harry knew he should be a little offended at that, but he was too busy focusing on trying to keep the relentless witch out of his mind. He mustered up the willpower that had kept Voldemort from Imperiusing him at fourteen and held it within his mind. His magic answered.

A flash of fire, both in his mind and in reality, burst into being. Zhen's eyes suddenly vanished as she was hit by Harry's sudden, wandless attack, and Harry was left panting as he tried to shake off the headache she had caused. He slid along the wall, trying to get to a new position of safety, while Zhen was distracted, but Harry knew it was a fool's errand: Zhen was still alive.

"You have claws," Zhen's voice said. It seemed to get nearer to Harry, and he braced. "But the fireworks are supposed to be at the end of the date, not before. Don't be so eager."

Harry swung wildly behind him and swore as his hand struck the stone wall. Zhen giggled, and two sets of eyes appeared on either side of Harry. He looked at them wildly.

"Well, since you're so interested in playing games, let's try again. I like games," Zhen said. One set of eyes approached while the other grew, looming above Harry like a malevolent specter. "Which one is the real me?"

Harry eyed the approaching eyes, but instinct told him it was an illusion. He turned to the eyes above him, and how they seemed to grow to the size of dinner plates. He growled and prepared himself to lunge.

A kick to his knee drove Harry to the ground. Zhen tutted from behind him. "Don't disappoint me again, Potter. Or this will happen."

Before Harry could figure out what, another attack slashed its way into his mind, grinding his Occlumency down. He couldn't help the scream that tore from his throat and he collapsed, curling into a ball, and cutting off the attack.

Zhen's eyes appeared once more, and finally Harry could hear her footsteps as she approached. She knelt before him, a malicious smile on her face. "Where should we begin?" she asked. Pain consumed Harry's mind.

Magic Break Can't Be Seen

Daphne Greengrass

October 23rd, 2017

They had added another bed to Astoria's hospital room, and Draco forced into it. The two Malfoy's had changed over the past two days, growing noticeably, but they weren't the size of the other Lycans yet. Both had willingly, if reluctantly, agreed to undergo the procedure.

Rather than using the painful methods that Alexander, Daphne, and Mikael had undergone, they were using the perfected serum that Alexander had devised. Over a week of growth, the pair would be irrevocably changed, hopefully for the better.

Although with how Draco kept checking his reflection, and regrowing hairline, Daphne somehow doubted that.

Daphne was sitting next to her sister's bed, keeping her company as Astoria went through the painless process. She was also explaining what they'd discovered about Lycans over the years.

"So pregnancies last a year?" Astoria shrieked. "I thought nine months was bad!"

Daphne rolled her eyes. "With your new abilities it'll be less dangerous for you and the baby. The babies are more developed when they're born, and while most can't move much, they are much more intelligent than average. They'll usually start trying to speak after a month and be walking a few months later."

"Speaking from experience, sister?"

"No. Another side effect we've discovered is a reduced chance of impregnation. They are ways around that, though. Some of us just prefer a more natural means of becoming parents and are trying the old-fashioned way," Daphne explained with a dirty smile.

Draco groaned. "I don't want to hear this, can't you cast a Silencing Charm?" he asked. Daphne rolled her eyes at him.

"Cast it yourself," she countered. Draco groaned, but did so using his wand.

Astoria shifted slightly, readjusting herself once more as her body grew larger. "Are you and Alexander still trying for children?" she asked.

Daphne smiled. "Yes, although our efforts have been put on hold for the last few weeks. I had to go force someone to solve their Riddle Coin so I could save their life," she said. Astoria frowned.

"I'm still mad at you. You could have come home years ago, or not take my memories! I don't care if your freaky serum returned them, it wasn't right!" Astoria said.

"Yes it was," Daphne said, her voice unyielding. Astoria shrank back slightly. "Astoria, for some reason you love that idiot checking out his own reflection. You would never lie to him, and that's not a terrible thing. But we couldn't risk someone not receptive to our goal in, and we didn't know if we could trust Draco. Not to mention his own dark past."

"He's gotten better," Astoria mumbled. Daphne reached out and gently held her hand.

"He has, and that's the only reason he was given a chance. If he was still the same little brat he was back at Hogwarts, regardless of your love, he would not have been allowed entry."

Astoria opened her mouth to protest, but was surprised when Draco spoke up. "She's right, Astoria. I wouldn't have trusted my past self either," he said. He had taken down the Silencing Charm without Daphne noticing. "I was a spoiled Pureblood brat."

Daphne leaned back in her seat, folding her hands in her lap, as she looked at Draco. "Something we've noticed over the years is that the Purebloods who arrive here usually needed their pride's broken before they could solve the Riddle Coin. They're prideful for all the wrong reasons, and in order to teach them the right ones, well..." she gestured at Draco, who looked mildly amused.

"I didn't realize you personally tortured them, Dantes," he said. Daphne felt a brief flutter of pleased emotion go through her, enjoying how Draco acknowledged her new last name.

"I didn't," she said. "Even when they come here, there are usually too many for me to meet with. But Alex is the one who seems to understand it best, it's what he did to me, after all."

Astoria frowned before her whole face lit up. "At Hogwarts! When he offered to teach me and Tracey wandless magic, and he threatened to snap our wands, someone said something about that!"

Draco stared at his wife. "You had a chance to learn wandless magic at Hogwarts? Dantes threatened to snap your wands?" he shouted. Daphne rolled her eyes.

"Yes, to both. Although, someone," Daphne eyed her sister who avoided both of their eyes, "was unwilling to put in the effort to learn. They couldn't see the 'need' which is the whole point of magic."

"I know that now," Astoria whined. Daphne conjured a pillow and Banished it into her sister's face. "Hey!"

"Anyway, Alex figured out that Purebloods needed to be broken so they can be relearn what it means to need to cast magic. You should start practicing so you can get out of the remedial wandless classes as soon as possible. They're usually full of pre-teens," Daphne said with a wicked smirk. Draco groaned.

"I had thought I had managed to escape school," he said, flopping back on his bed, causing Astoria to giggle.

"Where is Alexander, anyway? Considering how tired he looked, I'm surprised he isn't also in a bed here," Astoria said.

Daphne nodded toward Draco. "Alex is trying to convince the Lycans in Logistics to give Draco a spot. Most are wary of him, though."

Astoria and Draco blinked. "Why would Dantes do that?" Draco asked. Daphne gave him an unimpressed look.

"You're in a city the size of a mountain. There are countries that have less land available than we do. We need people who understand logistics, and keeping things running, to make sure everything runs smoothly. Something you have experience with in running your family's estate," Daphne explained.

Draco looked pleased that he was apparently in high demand, but was still confused. "I'm not sure how useful I'd be. My experience is with businesses, not running a country."

"You wouldn't be running a country," Daphne said, rolling her eyes. Honestly, the ego on this man. "But we need creative problem solvers who can look at the long view, the really long view considering our immortality, and plan accordingly. Why do you think the rooms and hallways of this hospital are so big? Alexander worked with teams of Lycans to design new buildings to accommodate our new forms. We didn't just cast a Space Expansion Charm everywhere, not with how dangerous those things are."

Daphne was unimpressed to see her sister and brother-in-law look contrite, as they hadn't considered that. "Look, Draco, your tasks will mostly be making sure that the resources we collect go to where they belong. You'll most likely spend your days doing math and cursing me for ever pushing you to solve the Riddle Coin."

Unknown to Draco was that the position would be a test. Alexander put it forth, to see if Draco would try to hoard resources for himself or use his position to his advantage in some other way. Alexander and Daphne figured that if Draco passed, they would return his family's wealth and legacy to him. Not that either would mean much here.

Daphne almost frowned as a stray thought crossed her mind. Would Alexander also use that reward as another test? To see if Draco would cling to the remnants of passed glory? She almost sighed, Alexander would.

She loved that Lycan.

"I think you should do it, Draco," Astoria said encouragingly. "I think you could do a lot of good."

Draco nodded. "Fine, Daphne, I'll do it. But what about Astoria?"

Astoria nodded. "Yeah, what about me?" she echoed.

"I'm not sure. I know you haven't been able to do much over the past few years on account of the Blood Curse, but is there anything you enjoyed?" Daphne asked.

"I enjoyed raising Scorpius! I always wanted another child, but we deemed it too risky. That won't be true for much longer," Astoria said, shooting her husband a smouldering look. Draco flushed.

Daphne laughed. "Well, you could always focus on building your family for a little while, but I encourage you to think about what else you could do. There is an entire world of possibilities out there, Astoria. You could spend the next hundred years studying whatever you pleased. From painting, to medicine, to runes, your options are only as limited as your mind."

As Astoria talked with Draco about their new immortality, Daphne couldn't help but look at her sister with envy. She and Alexander were waiting to start their family, wanting to complete their final task before they could bask in safety and security from a terrible world. Just a few more days, and finally they could begin.

She couldn't wait.

Magic Break Can't Be Seen

Alexander Dantes

Seven Years Ago

His people were Lycan, and they were all discovering what that meant. Despite the moon holding no sway over them, they could not deny how it felt like silk kisses on their skin and fur, and how each breath was refreshing. The sun was a different but similar sort of power, searing warmth wrapping them in hugs that always made them feel like they were home.

Alexander rolled his eyes. As if he'd be so poetic.

From what he could tell, werewolves received a small, but noticeable boost to their magic on the night of the full moon, which healed them. But further investigation revealed it wasn't the moon they received this boost from, but from the sun, bouncing solar radiation off of the celestial object, and onto the planet. But Alexander was more curious about another kind of radiation, which was why he went to the most dangerous place on Earth.

Chernobyl.

Almost immediately Alexander felt a buzzing sensation in his body, not unlike the thrill of magic or the Elixir of Life in his veins. But it had a biting edge that those two lacked, as though it was trying to burn Alexander from the inside out. He realized that his regeneration was keeping him alive.

So, curious about how powerful his regeneration was, Alexander made his way deeper into Chernobyl, following the painful pricks along his nerves to find the thickest concentration of radiation. And find it he did.

Through long abandoned halls, half rotted and collapsed from years of neglect, Alexander followed the pain. One dark hallway nearly caused Alexander to grunt as the pain intensified, and he reasoned that he was near the source. With barely a thought, Alexander's form tore and reshaped itself.

The halls were not big enough to stand fully as a Lycan, but if they were, it would have revealed a towering beast, over three meters tall, and strong enough to lift an African bush elephant over its head. His claws were sharper than diamond, capable of tearing through the hardest substances in the known world with a flick of the wrist.

Alexander moved forward on all fours, the position entirely natural in his new form. He came across a hole in the ground and the radiation pushed against him once more, stabbing along his nerves with little daggers of pain. But his regeneration was even more powerful in this form, and Alexander's body weathered it with ease. He descended.

He crawled downward, moving less like a wolf and more like a snake, and if anyone could see him, they would have seen Alexander using his Metamorphmagus ability to force his body down through openings that were too small. Through the building he moved until he arrived in the basement, and the source of the radiation.

The Elephant's Foot was a remnant of one of the most infamous nuclear accidents in the history of mankind. The result of an accident in the Eighties during a safety test, the wrinkled mass was still radioactive, even after years of decay. It was perfect for Alexander's purpose here.

He lowered himself to the floor, sitting just a few paces away from it. Were anyone to enter the basement at that moment they would have seen an impossibly large wolf sitting patiently in front of the most irradiated object in human history, looking at it with intense, calculating eyes. Alexander howled.

The radiation was still tearing into his body, but this close to such a potent source, Alexander could feel what was happening. Between the Lycan Serum and the Elixir of Life in his veins, his body was being rebuilt as it was destroyed, faster and faster every minute as it adapted to the radiation.

As pain wracked his form, Alexander reasoned that the longer a Lycan lived, the stronger they would become, as their body repaired itself overtime. Or the Lycan could do as he did and push themselves even further by going nearer to an abundant source of radiation. The thought made him laugh. Very few Lycans possessed his tolerance for pain, or his willingness to push themselves this far.

Alexander's body burned and writhed as he adapted to the new environment. Clumps of his fur fell out before regrowing, coming in thicker every time. His muscles bulged and elongated, becoming denser and stronger. And his body grew, almost reaching four meters in height before stopping.

To Alexander's surprise, he found the changes slowing down after a certain point. A quick spell confirmed that the radiation in the immediate area had declined sharply, and he reasoned that his body must have absorbed it. The Elephant's Foot would no doubt refill it after a while, but if Alexander wished to keep pushing himself, he would need to find an alternative source.

Alexander walked forward to perform one last test. The Elephant's Foot was a dense object, capable of resisting drills and explosives. A curious soldier had shot the thing with an armor-piercing bullet, causing a part to chip off, but other than that the object seemed determined to resist anything that might damage it.

So Alexander dug his claws into it.

The radioactive object parted like butter beneath his claws, and Alexander could rip chunks out of it. He ripped it apart with his bare hands, not even needing to rely on magic to assist him. Soon, the basement was littered with the remains of the object, cast about like debris. Alexander disappeared with a pop.

Magic Break Can't Be Seen

A short flight home later, and Alexander was observing the Acropolis in his human form. The physical changes to his Lycan form didn't carry over in any obvious manner, but Alexander could feel new strength underneath his limbs, in his gait. He would test himself more thoroughly later, as for now he had to oversee the Acropolis.

Despite the last year of slow progress, things had progressed once more as people stopped fighting one another. It seemed to be an inevitable part of their new existence, but one within acceptable parameters. Alexander did have to create Challenging Grounds, which were mostly giant Colosseums, so the fights could be orderly. Still, it would also help encourage the Lycans to protect themselves, so Alexander found it acceptable.

The Acropolis had only gained a few meters of height as they had focused much of their attention on the internal layers. Their new forms meant the old platforms and levels had to be reworked, creating spaces that would not feel claustrophobic for transformed Lycans, while not sacrificing space. Alexander had spent exactly three minutes at a planning meeting before leaving, finding the shopping list of needs his people demanded to be exhausting. He left it to others to design and only changed the final designs as needed.

There wasn't that much that needed to be changed in Alexander's opinion. Most of the new Lycans desired more places where they could run, internal parks and forests. Alexander had several planned, but found the number doubling, then doubling again, as more demand was created. After weeks of additional requests, Alexander finally gave in and ordered a group of designers to rework the internal layers into something everyone could enjoy.

The designers took to the task with gusto, and in only a week had a new design. Instead of separate layers, connected by staircases, walkways, and moving platforms, they proposed a long, winding ramp that spiraled upwards, following the outer edge of the mountain. Although, calling it a ramp was like calling the pyramids of Egypt staircases, as this ramp was a combination of forests, grasslands, and farms, with a winding river running down it.

The buildings were congregated in town like structures at various points along this ramp, both above and below it, and designed with comfort in mind. The overall estimated population of the structure decreased slightly, but the designers, and Alexander, agreed that the tradeoff was reasonable. No one wanted to live like a barbarian.

Still, the new layout led to Alexander having to redesign the outer shells enchantments, so that the floor below everyone would not turn invisible. He finally settled on a layer of metal to keep the two sections separate, but was aggravated with himself for not foreseeing this possibility.

With their newfound abilities, the Lycans eagerly dug into the work, keeping pace with the untiring automatons that had seen another upgrade a few months back. They could now work as smoothly and swiftly as humans, although running had been an issue. It was actually a child who solved it, who wisely pointed out how odd the "stone-men" looked without a Lycan's tail. One modification later, and the automatons had an extra limb that mainly acted as a form of balance, although it could be used as another hand.

Many Lycans had named and personalized their automatons, proving once more that humans will pack bond with anything. Alexander didn't begrudge them this, although it led to several amusing situations where he had been forced to step in. The most amusing had been the mock war a few dozen Lycans had held, using hundreds of automatons as their forces. It had drawn quite the crowd, but had damaged quite a number of vital supplies, and it had forced Alexander to discipline everyone involved.

Although, when Alexander announced the next month the first annual war games, everyone was quite excited. It seemed things were going well for Alexander and his Lycans. Someone cleared their throat behind Alexander, causing him to turn. When he saw who, he blanched.

"We have a bone to pick with you, Lord Dantes," one of the very pregnant woman said. They had chosen the title without Alexander's input, something the Lycans used to acknowledge his place in the hierarchy. Unfortunately, Alexander could guess what the woman were here to complain about.

"I can't speed up your pregnancies!" he quickly said. As strong as he was, even Alexander wasn't foolish enough to piss off an expecting mother. The gathered women glared at him.

"How long are we supposed to pregnant! I've already carried these two for almost a year!" another woman said, pointing a thumb at her womb.

"It shouldn't be much longer," Alexander explained. "The doctors all agree, that because of your larger bodies the length of the pregnancy also increased."

Seeing how the women stepped forward angrily, Alexander hurriedly held up a hand to ward them off. "They'll also be more developed! The Lycan Serum should pass onto your children, which means they won't have to undergo it at a later date!"

The women shared unhappy looks. "What about the Philosopher's Stone?" the first woman asked. "Won't they have to get it implanted?"

Alexander couldn't help but smiling. "No. The ultrasounds we did on all of you revealed that your babies are healthy, but they also revealed they each have a small Philosopher's Stone in their chest. Once they're born we'll have to check to make sure they grew in correctly and fix them if they didn't. That can be done without surgery! Just with magic!" Alexander hurriedly explained, seeing balls of fires appear in many of the woman's hands. The flames slowly went out and Alexander breathed a sigh of relief.

The Philosopher's Stone passing on from mother to child had taken very delicate and dangerous spell work to achieve. Once the expecting mother came it for her first test at a hospital, the attending doctor or nurse had to carefully weave the spell around the mother's Philosopher's Stone, breaking off specific chunks of it and moving them magically to the baby. Mothers expecting twins or triplets found the process much more exhausting, but Alexander used blood infusions on those mothers, rebuilding their stones quicker.

This was information available to anyone studying medicine, but most Lycans hadn't pursued that avenue of education yet. Even with the stone tablets gifted to each of them, most were still too focused on their original crafts to become curious about new ones yet. Alexander was fine with that, so long as they remained focused on building the Acropolis. That was the most important thing at this moment.

"We're still not happy," one of the woman said. The surrounding women nodded. "I'm the size of a whale!"

More agreements echoed from the rest of the group and Alexander backed away discretely. "It won't last long, I assure you. You'll be back to your usual beautiful selves in just a few short months."

"Are you calling us ugly?" an angry woman shouted. The rest soon joined her, and Alexander exercised the better part of valor:

He ran away as fast as he could.

Magic Break Can't Be Seen

AN: I won't ever be writing a fic where this story is read during canon. All that would happen would be some Pureblood calling Alexander a Mudblood and killing him for being a threat to them. Ignoring THAT, I also consider the "Main characters watch/read their story" to be the lowest form of writing. I have yet to see one done in an acceptable manner, and I won't waste my time trying to create one to do so. Sorry if that disappoints you.

Harry Potter: Yes, he's solved the Riddle Coin twice. He had his memory of the first time Obliviated, as he wanted to return to his family. His memory of the second time wasn't taken, and now he's been taken prisoner. I also wanted to write a reference to the obvious child abuse he suffered at the Dursleys. The fact that he's so well adjusted in canon is honestly more unbelievable than the magic.

Zhen: Tried to give her a Cheshire Cat vibe. She's fun.

Perenelle Flamel: She died during their third year at Hogwarts. Officially she died to some sort of magical affliction. Unofficially, her husband killed her for threatening to expose his dark actions to the world. Flamel is one of the most successful, and unknown, Dark Lords in history, in this story.

Lycans: African bush elephants are the heaviest land mammal in the world. They usually weigh around 5.4 tonnes. Lycans can lift them thanks to the Giant's blood. As one reviewer noted, the werewolves in Harry Potter canon are disappointing but the ones in Underworld are not. Mine are based more off the latter but they're still magical. And magic is one hell of a physics breaking, OP power up. You might have also noticed I extended the length of pregnancy the female Lycans experience. It has no real scientific basis, it's just something I remember from an old TV show (Kyle XY), and thought it would be an interesting, unintended consequence.

Alexander: He's radioactive. JK. Well, kind of. It's something I was thinking about, how weird it is that werewolves turn with the full moon. So I tried to find a scientific-ish reason for it. My answer: Radiation, specifically solar radiation. But that's why he went to Chernobyl to see if it's any kind of radiation that could be used to empower werewolves. Alexander's willingness to push limits is the reason why his Lycan form is so much bigger than everyone else's. (He's 3.9 meters, or roughly 13 feet tall).

You might ask, why so tall and large, with Alexander and the Lycans in general? They're literally leaving their humanity behind and becoming an entirely new species, and I wanted to show that. It's also so for in the future, if I do write crossovers with other mediums, they'll provide a different kind of challenge rather than the typical "Magic breaks everything", because honestly, how do you handle super werewolves?

The future of this story: I have many different ideas for the story, and how it can evolve, but to be honest, once I'm done publishing this story, I'll be taking a break from writing fanfiction. It's consumed too much of my time and I need to focus on the stories I can actually sell, as I don't earn money from this. There will be more eventually, but considering how little I use canon Harry Potter characters, I might just write the next one as an original fiction story.

Thank you everyone for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it. The NEXT UPDATE will be in THREE DAYS!