A/N: I do not own Harry Potter, that glorious feat belongs to the illustrious J.K. Rowling.

I know that I am working on this instead of F.A.W. story but once a plot bunny is born into my brain it sticks and nibbles and poops pellets at me until I tell its story. However, do not fear I am still continuing F.A.W.

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Deep under the castle of Hogwarts lies an ancient body of water. Over time the waters have slowly absorbed the earth's natural magic. Through this process of gaining the rawest form of wild magic the waters attained a conscious. A sentient being, aware of what goes about and sees itself above the squabbles of the little people who live atop the rock that separates them. However, now aware of itself and its surroundings it realizes how alone and isolated it is. Lonesome, it sends trickles of magic up to the surface to gather what it could to fix this problem.

After a few centuries of observation it came to the conclusion that it needs to be a parent. It knew not of its own gender, if it even had one but that did not matter to it. Sending some of its conscious up to the surface to investigate only intensified its feeling of isolation. In fact, its journey opened up a new feeling as well; it decided that it would like to be a parent. The maternal urges it felt during its adventure grew as it watched over the children with the Hogwarts castle. Hogwarts was a nice companion, thought the water, but it wasn't very open to the idea of sharing. It understood of course.

So as to not break the tentative friendship they shared, it decided to make a child of its own. Slowly it gave little pieces of itself and some of its magic to create a little crevice away from its body mass. As time passed so did the little crevice. Little by little it grew, and learned how to attain its own water, and grew even more. Its 'parent' was so proud of its progress. Its 'child' had no conscious as of yet, but he was sure the problem could be addressed when the time came. It would be lonely no more; it would have a child of its own to protect and watch over. To teach, encourage, and fawn over. Someone to understand it, to talk with, and play with.

But then the Nose-less Riddle Talker came. He visited it, and asked for his help. It knew though. It could see passed the Nose-less Riddle Talker's lies. He wanted to take its child away from him. Said that the little people above were bad; wanted to hurt its child and use it for their own gains. But it knew. It had spent many centuries observing the little peoples. They were foolish, but many were kind, or at least took care of their own. It witnessed many an injustice, but it also knew the complexities behind the injustice. They were children. Most of the little peoples were little children's being taught and nurtured by good people. He could not disprove his deductions form years of observance.

So he refused the Nose-less Riddle Talker. But he got mad. It did not know how but he knew that its child recently started showing signs of conscious. To disrupt its process now it knew not would happen. The Nose-less Riddle Talker took its child. He severed his connection to kin. But before the he could finish his evil act, before his contact with his child got severed, it used all its magic and all its knowledge and will power it had to save it. It drew upon the power of the earth that had granted it its awareness, and upon Hogwarts, a longtime friend. Just before their connection could be severed it sent its child all that power; everything it had to save his child. With a last burst of strength it sent its child up to the surface; a place safer than with itself. At least up on the surface there are others and places to hide.

I love you, my child.

It may not seem so right now.

But I send you off because of my love.

Take to the surface, rest, and be safe.

Whom Hogwarts trusts you trust too.

Now live!