Luz's Guide to Glyphic Magic
I own neither Owl house nor Harry Potter
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It had been seven years since Luz had followed Owlbert through that magical door. The door that led to her meeting her best friends, meeting her long-term girlfriend and her mentor who made her wildest dreams come true. Her mentor, Edalyn Clawthorne, had long since been cured of the curse her sister, Lilith, had placed on her.
Her best friends, Gus and Willow, had become full witches, and master's of their chosen field of magic. The coven system was revamped after Belos' downfall after his attempt to invade the human realm. The coven system was now governed by a council, with each member representing the major covens, to which lesser covens of the same magic joined with. No longer were the people's magic sealed when they joined, some even mixing magics for further progress.
However, Luz was neither at her mother's house nor on the Boiling Isles. Her mother had finally sat her daughter down to discuss the real reason she was against Luz's interest in witches when she was fourteen. As it turned out, wizards and witches did exist in the human realm. But, most were indistinguishable from ordinary humans, except for their magic, which would come out in bursts from young children.
Luz, however, never showed any sign of this 'accidental magic', as well as never received the letter from the magic school her father attended. Not wanting her daughter to discover this magical world, only to find she wasn't wanted, Camilia had tried to make magic the last thing on Luz's mind. It didn't work. After the tear filled discussion, Luz found that her estranged father was still alive, living somewhere in England.
This led Luz to travel to London, to try and find her father, and learn about the magic in the human realm.
"You worry too much, Amity," Luz said into her Scroll, which looked like a fancy smartphone. "And you worry too little, Luz, what if they decide your method of magic is illegal?" Said the councilwoman of the Abomination coven, and Luz's girlfriend, Amity trying to reason with the Hispanic Wild witch. There were no records of this magical society, so no-one was sure of what their reaction to Luz would be. She was a different kind of spell caster by all, her usage of glyphes quickly overtook most combat mages.
"You already checked the London registry, and there's no record of the guy." Amity continued.
"There's not one of you, Gus, Willow, or Eda, and you all exist." Replied Luz, being her normally optimistic self. While she learned long ago that life could get really gritty, that never stopped her from having a positive attitude.
"True, but now you have zero leads. It's not like some mcguffin is going to pop up, leading you right to the guy." Sighed Amity, long used to her partner's positive outlook. "Just promise you'll be careful, okay?"
"I promise, Amity," spoke Luz, before catching sight of a young boy stalking angrily towards a playground, a large trunk pulled behind him. "Got to go, some kid looks like he needs a venting ear," said Luz, already planning on helping him.
"Alright, go help, babe," Amity said as Luz shut her Scroll off. She approached the boy and called out," Rough night?"
The boy spun around and Luz got a good look at him. He was short, and dressed in hand-me-downs four sizes too big for him, making him look smaller. His hair was messy in a liveable nest sort of way, and his green crystal eyes were framed by glasses similar to Willows. In his hand was a wand pointed in her direction.
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Harry was having a terrible night. First he had to play waiter to the Dursleys and Marge in hopes of Vernon signing his Hogsmeade slip. Then Drunken Marge made an appearance, insulting nearly everything under the sky, coming to a head by insulting the memory of his parents with the story Vernon fed everyone about their demise.
Harry had lost his temper, and control of his magic, resulting in the overweight Marge Dursley's description of being a walking blimp, to become more literal. Not waiting to receive another letter about underage magic, or worse the aurors, Harry gathered his things and quickly left. Hedwig had been long since sent off to spare her the cramp cage Vernon demanded she stay locked in.
Pulling his trunk behind him, he stopped at a nearby playground to catch his breath and plan his next move.
Or he would if he hadn't heard a voice call out behind him. "Rough night?" Spinning around, Harry instantly trained his wand on the individual who spoke. She was a tall friendly-looking woman, with tanned skin, long wild mane of brown and coal-like eyes that Harry swore he knew. She wore a two colour dress, with the torso and arms a deep blue with a smooth blue crystal in the center of her ample chest, a jagged seam separating the cream white skirt. Over her shoulders was a dark blue cloak which seemed to shimmer in the moonlight.
"Who are you?" Harry asked, keeping his wand at the ready in case this obviously magical lady tried anything.
"Name's Luz Nocida, kiddo, I'm not here to hurt ya. You just looked like you needed an ear to vent to." The woman said with a beaming smile.
"And you just happened to be passing by?" Harry said in disbelief.
"I wander… a lot, my girlfriend says that it's a bit of an issue." Luz said with a sheepish shrug. "So… wanna vent?"
"Do you really want to hear all my troubles and woes?" Harry asked with a raised eyebrow. While she was clearly magical, it seemed as if she didn't know who he was, and wasn't that a relief.
"Why not, I don't have anywhere to be and you look like ya need help. That's all there is to it."
So Harry started to explain his situation. How his drunken relative had gotten under his skin and he had accidentally inflated her and sent her flying. And of how he left before he could get expelled for using magic in a non-magical area. "I know, I know. I shouldn't have let her get to me, but when she started on my Mom…,"
Luz cut him off. "Nah, I'd be just as steamed, and probably done worse. They say words can't hurt you, but that's a load of crap. Words can cut pretty deep. Most don't realise how hurtful words are because they don't leave marks, but they still hurt. Plus from your story, it wasn't like you meant to inflate her, so I'm sure they won't expel you."
Harry was about to respond when he heard movement from across the road. He turned and illuminated his wand to see what was there when all of a sudden -BANG- a triple-decker purple bus suddenly arrived.
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So this was niggling in my head for a while. I'm planning at least 15 chapters for this story. Luz will not be the only Owl house character to appear. Also there will be no bashing of any kind in my fic. I don't like it, and any problems will be addressed rationally and discussed. Also Luz's father is a canon character from Harry Potter, and no it's not any of the Marauders nor Snape. Any who correctly guess will receive a DM with Internet Cookies.
