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Summary: Winter Rosa Potter has always been diffrent from people. Being a witch hadn't changed that due to her near death experiences. After nearly dying of hunger due to being forced home during the Christmas holidays in second year, she finds an odd fruit and eats it. She doesn't care if it could kill her, the school hating her and always being alone was already doing that. She was rather surprised to see the results of doing that, but she can't help it if she's happy with it. After all, it gave her what she wanted most in the end and that was enough for her. Fem!Harry. Ministry/Dumbledore/selective!Weasley!Bash!
Pairing: Fem! Harry, Winter/Trafalgar Law
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The question at the end of the chapter will be active for another go around. Next chapter will have the answer. For those that don't read the bottom, the question was:
What style of artwork is mostly black and white, but can be colorful, is made of lines, yet not all are connected?
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Chapter Seven
I sat up with a small groan only to pause upon feeling something brush against my cheek. I nearly screamed when I came face to muzzle with a wolf made of lightning only to stop myself. I heard a snicker coming from the raiju and glared at the familiar amber eyes, "Hedwig that wasn't funny."
The wolf chuckled and moved away while transforming back into her wolf form, "I guess it was a little mean of me, but that's what you get for not letting me come with you during break," I glare at her sharply, "Now why are you in the common room?"
I blink before memories from last night filtered into my mind and sighed, "I ended up falling asleep thanks to Lady Yukinari."
"She visited you?" Hedwig looked at me in shock, "Why?"
I frown and tired to remember, "She said that she came because I couldn't sleep."
"Odd," Hedwig muttered before holding out a letter, "Hector's reply,"
I took the letter and stood up from the couch I had been asleep on. I just now noticed the fur that had been laid over me. It was a deep crimson streaked black with a few golden yellow swirls on it. A strange feeling filled me upon seeing it. A deep ache that tugged at my heart and nearly sent me to my knees. It only lasted for a moment, but it was enough to make me wonder what brought those feelings. I soon shook my head and bundled up the fur while resolving to return it to Lady Yukinari later. I made my way up to my dorm room and walked straight over to my bed. I pulled my trunk out from under my bed and grabbed a new set of clothes before placing the fur in one of the compartments that held camping supplies of all things. I shook my head in amusement before heading into the bathroom to get ready for the day. When I walked out, Hermione was sitting on my bed holding something, "Something wrong 'Mione?"
The bushy haired girl jumped upon hearing my voice before turning to me with a small glare, "Don't do that."
I snort and plopped down on my bed, "I can do whatever the hell I want. Now what's up?"
She held out her hand and I reached out before she placed whatever it was in my hand, "I got up and went to wake you up, but didn't find you. I found this instead."
I gave her a raised eyebrow, "I thought I was the designated person to wake us up since I'm almost always awake before you."
She blushed at that, "I thought today would be diffrent."
I snicker at her before looking at the item she placed in my hand. It was a stone wolf with small carvings sketched across it's body. The stone was a deep blue with misty white line work. The eyes were made of a mixture of moonstone and tigers eye. Magic seemed to radiate from the stone wolf and seemed to be seeking out my own. I ran a finger across the carvings and shrugged, "I dunno where this came from, but it looks cool."
"What are you going to do with it?" I shrug again, "You should have a Professor look at it,"
"I'll send it to Hector if we can't find a note from the person that left it on my bed," I reply and stood up after stashing the statue under my pillow, "Let's get to searching,"
Ten minutes later
I leaned against my pillows as I held a piece of white paper in hand. The paper was normal except for the crystal blue ink that decorated the front of it and the fact it smelled of pine trees. I read it over again to make sure my eyes weren't deceiving me:
Dear Winter,
I have had this in my possession for many years along with that fur you woke up with. They were left with me by a dear friend of mine during my younger days as a spirit. I am giving them both to you. In time, you will perhaps realize why, but until then, I suggest keeping them close. If you need it, a protector shall answer your call so long as you keep that statue with you.
Until we meet again,
Lady Yukinari
Again confusion filled me as I read over those words for the third time. It didn't make any sense whatsoever, but again when did anything make sense when I was involved? I mean I did eat that bizarre fruit that allowed me to turn into a wolf of some type thanks to my luck; However, due to what was going on when I got the fruit, I believe that Lady Yukinari was involved somehow. From what Hector and the others told me, fruits like mine don't just appear like that. It had led to me asking them many questions about why and all I got as an answer two very confusing things. The name of the type of fruit and a book that I couldn't read yet. The fruit I ate was apparently known as a devil fruit and a Zoan devil fruit at that, but no one would tell me what type of wolf I was. It was apparently a right of passage though I was looking forward to finding out what I was. My Zoan devil fruit was actually a mythical Zoan though it was also special in that regard. You see Zoan in general are fruits that allows the user to transform into another species and inter-species hybrid forms at will. Mythical Zoan allow that, but also allow me the user to transform into mythological creatures,which may have special abilities, the sorts of which could be regarded as the subject of legends and the like. It also seems that my fruit has a second 'sub-class' as it were. While I was a mythical Zoan, I was also a carnivorous Zoan. It meant that I was more predatory and bloodthirsty than other Zoan devil fruit users by nature and should be better adapted for combat. It means that I am naturally more dangerous and powerful in physical combat than an animal like a sloth or perhaps a bull. It was a rather interesting topic, but it also made me ask if there were other types of devil fruit. Hector answered me by saying that two other classes were known to the world, but supposedly there were other's. The book he gave me was supposed to tell me everything I needed to know, but again I couldn't read the damned thing. It just sat in my trunk at the moment. I mentally sigh before blinking when I noticed something I hadn't before; Boreas wasn't in the room. Fear hit me like a shit ton of bricks as I paled. Even if it had only been perhaps four days since we had bonded, I've found myself feeling safer in regards to being here. I began to look around and tried to push on my connection to him only to find nothing. Panic set in as the door to the bathroom opened and Hermione walked out. She took one look at me and demanded, "What's wrong?"
"Boreas," I say while trying to keep myself from panicking, "He's missing and I can't feel his connection to me,"
Hermione's eyes widen and she quickly began casting charms. I watched her work as she muttered under her breath before she turned to me, "He hasn't been in this room since you left last night."
I nodded at that, "Since we bonded, he hasn't left my side unless I needed to take care of my personal needs in the bathroom."
She frowned at that, "Then where could he be?" I began to pace as I tried to figure that out, "Are you sure you can't feel him?"
"I can't," I nearly cried, but kept myself from doing so, "I can't feel him and it makes me feel empty,"
"The bond between a familiar and master is a deep one," Hermione said as she looked at me, "Even if it is a newly forged bond, it is still deep enough after the first day that it feels as if you can't bare to live without them," She frowned darkly, "I've only read about it, but I really hope this is the only true thing about the bond,"
"What do you-" I began only for the connection to open up, "Ah!"
I felt Hermione hands on my shoulders as I struggled to keep from crying out any more. The connection had returned and I could feel Boreas's slight panic. I sent a wave of confusion towards him as Hermione asked, "What's wrong?"
"The connection," I began as I tried to ease the connection, "It's back,"
"What the hell happened to it then?" She asked only for me to shake my head.
"I don't know," I murmur softly before heading towards the door, "He's downstairs,"
Hermione followed me down the stairs and into the common room where Boreas sat on an empty table. I made my way over to him and reach down to pick him up. Frost covered my hands comfortingly as his magic reached into me to brush against mine. I held him close as he murmured, "I'm sorry that I wasn't here when you woke up. I was speaking with our Lady and lost track of time."
"Please don't do that again," I murmur softly, "I couldn't feel you and it hurt,"
"I know little one,"He murmured as he sent feelings of sorrow and regret towards me, "I didn't mean to stay with her as I did, but time flows differently there than it does here," I felt the sadness and pain inside of me fade at those words, "I will try not to do it again, but sometimes I might have to," I sent him my confusion, "Lady Yukinari is helping me figure out how to train your powers correctly. I only know what my dame taught me, so I do not know how to teach a wizardling. She has decided to help me on that front, but due to her status she must remain in her kingdom to rule. She can leave sometimes, but it is not often that she can leave during the cold months," He looked at me sadly, "Please forgive me, little one,"
I smiled at him and nodded as I sent my forgiveness through the bond before asking him "Where exactly did you go?"
"The lands of winter," He answered with amusement dancing in his silver eyes, "The lands where frost is eternal and ever reaching. It is where all things frost come from. I was born on an island where those lands had a gateway into this world,"
"You mean the land of winter isn't a part of this world?" Hermione asked in disbelief causing Boreas to nod, "How is that possible?"
"Through magic of course," Boreas looked at Hermione in amusement, "It would not do for the spirits to be bothered with those that would try to use them. The higher beings known as spirits have more important things to do than deal with the everyday problems, so they created their own world as it were,"
"Wizards trying to use the Spirits?" Hermione murmured softly.
"Long ago," Boreas began as a deep ache filled our connection, "The spirits lived in this world freely with all the others. They kept the balance and helped the creatures here grow. They even made a few with the most notable being the first children they created,"
"First children?" I murmur softly.
"The first children were the ancestors of all the beings on the planet," Boreas explained, "The first children are the wolves which are children of the lunar spirits. Of the sun, the lions came to be. Darkness gave birth to creatures such as bats. Light to creatures such as the rams. Each of the spirits created a select animal, but winter however chose something else as a first child," Boreas's eyes closed as he said that, "Winter spirits created a being known as the Ka'dira or the great fangs as they are now known. The Great fangs are animals given power over winter in the name of things such as war and love. Very few know who the first great fangs were, but one thing is certain about them. They are the true children of winter regardless of what element they were born from," He shook his head, "But I digress, you asked why wizards tried to use spirits,"
"Is it because of their power?" I asked causing Boreas to nod.
"For the most part yes, but in the beginning it was actually common for all magic users to have a spirit as a companion or guardian for their family/clan," Boreas answered and my mind went back to the banner I saw when I first entered the dinning hall of Windseeker castle.
"Like the red Gryffon?" I asked causing him to nod before I turned to Hermione, "The Red Gryffon is the sigil of the Windseeker clan,"
"So the Windseeker clan is really old?" Hermione asked causing me to nod, "That means they have a lot of books!"
I move away from my best/only friend as slowly as possible because the gleam in her eye was really freaking me out. She soon looked at me and pouted as she saw me edging away from her. Before she could speak, Boreas cut in, "Can I continue?" We nodded sheepishly, "As time passed on, the wizards began to see spirits that looked like dragons, gryffon's, or phoenix's as signs of power because those with such sigils gained names for themselves as great healers, fighters, generals, and the like. They tried to capture those spirits and find out why it was like that, but they failed for the spirits always fled. The spirits dodged the wizards that tried that and continued on with their lives until it soon became apparent that they would do anything to gain those spirits. A great war broke out with the wizards and their allies on one side. The other were the spirits and those that chose to side with them. The war was waged for many years with many casualties. Until one day, the fates grew tired of the fighting and one woman appeared. No one knows who that woman was or what she looked like, but she had the king of dragons at her side with the queen of wolves on the other. Beside her was a mere boy, but he held power that even now couldn't be described. Following him, the king of the lions and the queen of the gryffon's. The group of six created a world for the spirits and banished them to that place. The spirit's influence over the world died in the eyes of the magic users."
"But if the spirits were banished, how do they bless people or appear in this world?" Hermione asked while I nodded.
"The fates allow it because the balance would end up shattering if they didn't," Boreas answered, "They allow the spirits to gift power or reveal themselves, so long as they keep from actively tipping the balance,"
"So it's like the fates are parents, the spirits are the eldest children, and the rest of us are the youngest children?" I asked causing Hermione to look at me with an incredulous look on her face, "What it sounds like some big messed up family!"
Hermione stared at me while looking torn between bashing my head with a book or banging her head into the nearest solid surface. Boreas chuckled and shook his head, "In some way you could see it like that, but in reality it's like the fates are the eccentric grandparents, the spirits are the parents that try and fail to keep order, and the rest are just the kids that get caught up in the crossfire."
Both of us look at Hermione when we heard a solid thump, it seems she had decided to go with banging her head into the table. I wonder why since it would cost her some brain cells. I mean I don't want to get hit in the head by a book, but it's better than her losing brain cells. I will admit she likes to hit me in the head with really heavy books as well. It makes me wonder how she can carry all those books without being ripped because let's face it those things are heavier than hell. I frowned as I wondered if she had a spell helping her lift all those books. Could she teach me it if she does know one or maybe it's a subconscious accidental magic that causes her to be able to do that? I really need to ask Professor Mcgonagall. Why do I feel like I'm forgetting something? I remember that I talked to the Professor yesterday and she said that she had received a letter from Hector...Damn it the letter! I got up and ran upstairs to my dorm room with Hermione calling after me as Boreas got out of my hands to sit on my shoulder, "Winter! Where are you going?!"
I ignored her for now as I entered the room and began to rummage around. Hedwig was sitting on the back of the chair one of the girls put in the room. She watched me curiously and asked, "What are you looking for?"
"The letter you got from Hector," I answered as I looked under my pillow of all places and finding the statue, but no letter, "Where did I put that thing?"
"It's right here," Hedwig said as I stuffed the statue into my pocket, "You forgot about it?"
I nodded as I turned and grabbed the unopened letter from the make-up table Lavender had set up. I still don't understand why they would need one since we were just 12 or 13 at the moment. I shook my head and walked towards the door causing Hedwig to jump onto my shoulder next to Boreas, "I can't believe I forgot about Hectors letter."
"You did try to find the note for that statue and I did cause you to panic when you couldn't feel me anymore," Boreas pointed out.
"Where did you go frosty?" Hedwig asked causing me to pause and give her a raised eyebrow, "What I felt like giving him a nickname?" She huffed and looked away, "Don't you have a letter to read?"
I shook my head and decided to let it be. Hearing Hedwig actually talk would take some getting use to. I always thought she would have a regal voice and speak like a duchess in those old movies I saw Aunt Petunia watching when I had to clean late one night. I shook my head at the thought as I reached the bottom of the stairs and told Hermione, "Hector gave us a reply."
"So soon?" Hermione asked causing me to nod, "Hedwig must be really fast,"
"Well she ran turn into a raiju," I remind her, "And raiju are beings made of lightning, so they have to be really fast,"
Hermione nodded at that before asking, "What did he say?"
"Haven't opened it yet," I say before walking over to the seat in front of the fire place and cracking open the Red Gryffon seal, "Let's see what he has to say,"
Dear Winter,
I'm surprised that you would owl me so early as well as using a changeling. You're just full of surprises Frostling. You are really more like your mother than most would like to admit, but I digress. The letter you sent me has brought many concerns to my attention. The things you described in the attacks lead to two beings being pointed out. The two are a Basilisk and a Cockatrice. Both are very, very dangerous beings and most cannot reason with them in most situations. I have narrowed it down to basilisk because Cockatrice does not contain the life span needed to be alive at the moment. Cockatrice also would kill everything that met it's eyes even through reflection, so it has to be a basilisk.
"A basilisk?!" Hermione shrieked causing me to groan and grip my ears while dropping the letter, "Sorry, but a basilisk?! Why in the hell is a basilisk in the castle?!"
I tried to think about it while Hermione was freaking out. Well Slytherin having a basilisk made sense because his house sigil was a snake. Maybe it was a pet that stayed in the castle after he died? Or maybe... "'Mione what if it was supposed to be a protector?"
"A basilisk as a protector?" She stared at me causing me to flinch slightly.
"Yes," I held my ground since it did make sense, "Because Slytherin was a parselmouth, so he would be able to talk to the snake and tell it to protect the school,"
"Then why would it be attacking?" Hermione demanded causing me to shrug.
"Maybe the so called heir is forcing it to?" I suggest causing her to look at me with a raised eyebrow, "Snakes when they hear a speakers voice will listen to them in most cases unless the speaker is asking them to do something that goes against their morals. The basilisk was probably hatched by Slytherin and taught to keep the students safe regardless of blood status," My eyes close as information was brought forth from it's tangled mass, "Slytherin would have hatched it only as a final protector for the school due to the fact it was so dangerous of a creature. He wouldn't have brought it into the school otherwise," I open my eyes and to my confusion her eyes widened, but I pushed on, "The only way for the basilisk to go against the one it saw as it's father would have been because it was forced to. One of Slytherin's children would have been responsible to make it so the basilisk would have to obey any of his line," I shook my head slightly, "Trust me on this 'Mione. No snake regardless of how old it was would do something that goes against what it's parent taught it,"
"Winter..." She trailed off and I shook my head again as my stomach growled.
"Let's go eat," I suggest while standing up, "I'm hungry and we'll have time enough later to continue our debate,"
With that said, I picked up the letter and walked towards the portrait hole. Hermione followed me moments later and we made our way down to the great hall. I took a seat at the table and began to dig in after setting the letter from Hector down in front of me. I began to read it once more.
With that in mind, you should be able to see why I'm concerned. I only know of two basilisk of the age that the one in your school is and they're not the best to converse with when it's cold. If your monster is indeed a basilisk, go nowhere without a mirror in hand. Keep your eyes shut if you hear it approach and speak kindly to it while giving it the up most respect. Basilisk, when they can be reasoned with, are regal creatures for they are kings and queens in their own right. Do not go close to it's mouth because it's poison is second to only one, but that poison is hard to get to. I digress again and ask that you stay as far from it as possible while only getting involved when you have to. I only just got you back and I'm not willing to allow you to get hurt.
Peace and the spirits be with you,
Hector
P.S: If you are your mothers child, you will be cautious and read up on the enemy.
P.S.S: Watch your food. The old man will be wary if he's gotten word of your leaving of the scum.
P.S.S.S: Magical animals.
I smiled slightly at the last points and made the decision to spend the day looking up basilisk's as well as spells I can use against them. The last one however caught my attention. Perhaps some study into magical wolves would help me figure out which one I am.
Small Time skip
"Winter what are you looking at?" Hermione asked causing me to look up from the large book in front of me.
"Encyclopedia of magical animals," I answer before returning my gaze to it.
"Why?" She asked causing me to look at her with a raised eyebrow and she blushed lightly, "I mean I know we're looking for a magical snake, but why would you be looking in that book? Isn't that on mostly magical mammal's?"
"It is," I nod my assent, "But I'm not just looking for our snake, I'm looking for my animal form,"
"You think it's magical?" She asked causing me to nod.
"The fruit I ate was a mythical zoan after all," I say causing her to look at me in confusion.
"Mythical Zoan?" She murmured causing me to nod, "What kind of fruit is that?"
"A devil fruit," I answer causing her to give me a raised eyebrow, "A devil fruit is a fruit that gives the eater immense power, but takes away their ability to swim unless they have special circumstances such as magic," I saw her eyes darken, "The powers have been separated into three main categories," I held up my fingers, "They are: Zoan, Paramecia, and Logia," My eyes close as I sort through the information, "Zoan gives the user the ability to turn into an animal. Paramecia gives the user that can either affect their body, manipulate the environment, or produce substances. Logia allows the user to turn into a natural element or force of nature. Each has it's own weaknesses, but at the moment I will only speak of the zoan fruit," I opened my eyes, "Zoan users benefit from gaining the form of an animal. The user can also turn into inter-species hybrid forms at will. We have three core forms though some are blessed with more. The forms are human, hybrid, and beast form," I allow my body to turn into a part hybrid state, "I'm in my part hybrid state which allows me to gain my animal forms ears, tail, nails, fangs, and sharper senses," I dismiss the transformation, "I'll show you the actual hybrid form later when I show you my animal form," She nodded to me, "With zoan users, we can be further divided into diffrent classes. The main ones are: Carnivorous, Ancient, Awakened, Mythical, and Artificial though the last one might not exist anymore," I shook my head at the thought, "I'm in both the carnivorous and mythical category due the magical nature of my animal form as well as the fact I am a wolf,"
"Alright so what exactly does being a Carnivorous and Mythical zoan mean?" Hermione asked causing me to smile.
"Carnivorous means that I am more predatory and bloodthirsty than other Zoan devil fruit users by nature and should be better adapted for combat. It means that I am naturally more dangerous and powerful in physical combat than an animal like a sloth or perhaps a bull," She nodded though snickered at the last comparison, "Mythical means I've gained some ability from my animal form and I have a magical animal as my form,"
"So you're looking up what your form is?" Hermione asked causing me to nod, "What exactly will looking it up do?"
"It will give me a basis of what exactly I am and from that I can begin to experiment with the abilities I've gained," I answer with a small smirk, "It will allow me to create attacks and the like,"
"Attacks?" I nod at Hermione's question.
"All devil fruit users create attacks with their powers," Hermione gave me a raised eyebrow, "It is a tradition,"
"Ah that makes sense," She nodded before looking at the book, "How about we check this book out and find a place for you to transform in after dinner?"
"Sure," I agree and set the book off to the side before picking up a new one, "This one should be the serpentine magical creature guide,"
With that said, I began to flick through the pages causing Hermione to snicker and return to her new books.
End of chapter. Sorry for it being a day late