A/N: 1 This is the final chapter. I can't believe I got this far. The next upload will be a look into book two, which will come out in the next month.
A/N: 2 For those of you who have read this far, I appreciate you, and I hope to see you all for Book Two!
A/N: 3 I will be revising the first few chapters, as I had not had the privilege of using a proper editor, but wanted to finish the book before going back.
As Blaise sat at the edge of the pool, his gaze fixated on the ripples created by his friends' joyous splashes, he couldn't shake off the sense of restlessness that gnawed at his core. The summer's August heat bore down on him relentlessly, adding to his discomfort. It felt as though the world's vibrant colours had faded to monotony, and he yearned for an adventure that would invigorate his spirit.
Unable to resist the call of his wanderlust any longer, Blaise rose to his feet and dusted off his shorts, a determined gleam in his eyes. His friend and brother, Theodore and Aurelius, noticed his sudden change in demeanour and swam towards the edge of the pool, their curiosity piqued.
"What's going on, Blaise?" Theodore asked, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.
Blaise took a deep breath, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I need a change of scenery, my darlings. I feel like there's something out there waiting for us, something extraordinary."
Aurelius, always up for an adventure, grinned and nodded. "I've been feeling the same way. Let's go on a quest, Blaise!"
Theodore rolled his eyes good-naturedly but got out of the water all the same.
Eagerly embracing the idea, the trio left the pool behind, their wet footprints marking their departure. They ventured into the dense forest surrounding the pool, the towering trees providing a sheltering canopy from the scorching sun. As they delved deeper into the woods, the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves enveloped them, heightening their anticipation.
With each step, Blaise's excitement grew, and soon they stumbled upon an old, moss-covered tree standing tall amidst the foliage. Its trunk seemed to beckon them as if it held a secret waiting to be discovered. Blaise instinctively knew that this was the key to unveiling the unknown.
"I think this is it," he whispered, his voice filled with anticipation. "This tree holds the entrance to something magnificent."
Theodore and Aurelius exchanged glances, mirroring Blaise's enthusiasm. Together, they cleared away the vines that concealed the tree's hollow core. As the last tendril unravelled, a hidden passage revealed itself, a narrow pathway leading further into the heart of the forest.
The trio stepped into the mysterious passageway with hearts pounding in their chests. The air grew cooler, and a hushed serenity washed over them. As they proceeded deeper into the labyrinthine corridors of trees and grass, a soft glow emanated from ahead, casting an ethereal light upon their surroundings.
Finally, they emerged from the winding path into a breathtaking clearing. Before them stretched an expansive lake, its crystalline waters shimmering under the gentle rays of the sun that filtered through the dense canopy above. Towering cliffs surrounded the lake, adorned with lush greenery and vibrant flowers. It was a hidden sanctuary, untouched by the outside world.
Blaise, Theodore, and Aurelius exchanged awestruck glances, their eyes reflecting the enchantment of their newfound discovery. They approached the tranquil lake, their feet sinking into the soft, cool sand that lined its shore. A sense of wonderment filled their hearts like they had stumbled upon a secret realm of magic and tranquillity.
As they settled on the shore, their bare feet submerged in the pristine waters, Blaise looked at Theo and Auri with a grateful smile. "We found it, lads. We found a hidden paradise, a place where our hearts can find solace and our spirits can soar."
Theo rolled his eyes again at Blaise's dramatics but didn't disagree.
Aurelius nodded in agreement, his eyes sparkling with newfound excitement. Together, they spent the rest of the day exploring the secluded lake, diving into its refreshing depths, and immersing themselves in the serenity surrounding them. They swam to their heart's content, their laughter echoing through the tranquil forest. With every splash and dive, they felt a renewed sense of freedom and adventure coursing through their veins.
As the sun began its descent, casting a warm golden glow across the water, the trio decided to rest on a moss-covered boulder at the edge of the lake. They watched in awe as the sky transformed into a canvas of vibrant hues, painting streaks of orange, pink, and purple across the horizon.
"This place is truly magical," Theodore mused, his voice filled with a serenity that usually would never be associated with him. "I never imagined such beauty existed so close to us."
Blaise nodded, his eyes fixed on the mesmerising panorama. "It's as if this hidden lake was meant for us to discover, to remind us that there is still so much wonder and joy in the world."
Aurelius, his fingers skimming the surface of the water, added, "I feel a sense of peace here, a tranquillity that soothes my weary soul. This is exactly what we needed."
As the sky darkened, the stars began to twinkle above, casting a gentle radiance upon the lake. Blaise stood up, a newfound determination in his eyes. "Gentlemen, let's make a pact. Let's promise each other that we will always cherish this place and that we will return to this hidden sanctuary no matter where life takes us."
Theodore and Aurelius rose, their expressions filled with unwavering determination. They clasped their hands together, forming a tight circle. "We promise, Blaise," they said in unison, their voices resonating with sincerity.
The trio stayed by the lake until the moon reached its zenith, their hearts and minds filled with memories of their extraordinary discovery. Reluctantly, they decided it was time to bid farewell to the hidden paradise, knowing that they would return again someday.
As they retraced their steps through the secret passageway, they couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of purpose and adventure. They emerged from the forest, their spirits lifted and their bond stronger than ever.
Over the next few weeks in August, Blaise returned, whether alone or with his brother and Theo, and they swam in the clear crystalline lake any time he wanted to soothe his soul.
On one such day, a day before his eleventh birthday, Blaise came to the lake and sank himself into the depths sighing in relief.
His heart was light as he splashed around in the crystal-clear waters of the hidden lake, his laughter blending with the gentle lapping of the waves. The tranquillity of the surroundings enveloped him, washing away any restlessness that had plagued him earlier. And then, tomorrow, he would get his Hogwarts letter.
As he swam further from the shore, his eyes caught a glimpse of movement in the water. Something small and struggling, barely staying afloat. Blaise's instincts kicked in without a thought, and he propelled himself toward the distressed creature.
To his surprise, he found a puppy—a crup puppy—floundering in the water, its tiny body splashing frantically. Blaise's heart clenched with concern as he reached out and scooped the pup into his arms. The poor creature was gasping for air, its eyes wide with fear.
"It's alright, little one. I've got you," Blaise whispered soothingly, cradling the puppy close to his chest. He could feel the tremors running through its body and held it tighter.
Theodore and Aurelius, having noticed Blaise's sudden movement, swam over to him, their expressions filled with curiosity and worry. They exchanged glances as they saw the distressed crup puppy in Blaise's arms.
"What happened?" Theodore asked, concern etched in his voice.
Blaise explained, his words filled with urgency. "I found this crup puppy struggling in the water. It seemed like it was drowning. We need to get it to safety."
Auri nodded, his eyes reflecting their shared determination. "Let's swim back to the shore. We need to find a way to help the puppy."
With renewed determination, the trio returned to the sandy shore, Blaise cradling the shivering puppy protectively. Once they reached the safety of solid ground, they huddled together, their minds racing with ideas to revive the tiny creature.
Blaise gently laid the puppy on the soft sand and carefully assessed its condition. "We need to warm it up. It must have been in the cold water for too long."
Theodore quickly sprang into action, scouring the surroundings for anything that could provide warmth. He found a pile of sun-drenched rocks nearby and arranged them into a makeshift bed, creating a warm spot for the puppy to rest.
Meanwhile, Aurelius fetched a small towel from his bag and started drying the puppy's damp fur, rubbing it gently to stimulate circulation. Blaise monitored its breathing, relieved to see it gradually becoming more steady.
As the minutes ticked by, the puppy's shivering subsided, and a glimmer of life returned to its eyes. Blaise offered the crup puppy a small bowl of water, which it lapped up gratefully, replenishing its strength.
With each passing moment, the puppy's energy increased, and its tail began to wag tentatively. It nuzzled against Blaise's hand, emitting a series of grateful yips.
Blaise smiled, a deep sense of connection forming between them. "You're a survivor, little one. You're going to be alright."
Theodore and Aurelius exchanged relieved glances, their hearts warmed by the sight before them.
As the crup puppy nestled into Blaise's arms, finding comfort and security, the trio couldn't help but feel happy for the hidden lake. It gave them a sanctuary of beauty and brought them face-to-face with a precious life in need.
Blaise looked at his friends, determination shining in his eyes. "We can't just leave this puppy here. It needs our care and protection."
Theodore nodded, his voice resolute. "You're right, Blaise. We have a responsibility to look after this little one. We'll figure out what to do next."
Aurelius chimed in, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "I've heard that crup puppies form strong bonds with their owners. It seems like this little guy has chosen you, Blaise."
Blaise's heart swelled with affection and a newfound sense of purpose. "Then I will gladly be his owner and protector. We'll give him a name, provide him a loving home, and ensure he grows strong and healthy."
The trio spent the remainder of the day by the lake, brainstorming names for their newest companion. They decided to honour the puppy's resilient spirit and water's role in their lives, naming him Ripple.
As the sun descended, casting a warm golden glow over the hidden lake, Blaise cradled Ripple in his arms, feeling the weight of the puppy's trust and love. With Theodore and Aurelius by his side, they made a silent pact to always protect and cherish Ripple.
"It's like a birthday present from Merlin." Auri chuckled.
"Could have called him Merlin."
"Who said it's a he?" Blaise complained as they walked back through the secret passageway, carrying Ripple and their towels. As they emerged from the forest, Blaise felt excitement course through him again. The next day he was eleven.
For a split second, he wondered how Ripple got there and if a mother was out there looking for her child. But, he thought, that was for another day.
Sleep came quickly that night, for the next day, he would officially be an accepted student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Blaise's heart swelled with anticipation as the morning of September 1st arrived—the day of his birthday and the day he would receive his Hogwarts letter. The Slytherin Castle was adorned with vibrant decorations, and the air buzzed with excitement. The scent of freshly baked pastries wafted through the halls as the house elves prepared a sumptuous birthday breakfast.
Blaise's closest friends and family, including his little brother Aurelius, and his dear friend Theodore, gathered around him. The living room was filled with laughter and warmth as they exchanged stories and shared in Blaise's excitement.
A gentle tapping sound resonated from the window as the clock struck ten. All eyes turned to the source of the noise. Blaise's heart leapt with joy as he saw the barn owl perched on the windowsill, a letter clutched in its beak. The room erupted with cheers as Blaise hurriedly opened the window, allowing the owl to gracefully glide inside.
Despite exhilaration and nerves, Blaise carefully untied the letter. The parchment was a work of art bearing the official seal of Hogwarts—a testament to his acceptance into the world of magic. The emerald green ink shimmered under the morning sunlight, enchanting his eyes.
Theodore beamed with pride as he congratulated his closest friend. Blaise's mother, the Duchessa, enveloped him in a warm embrace, her love evident in her eyes. Regulus, whom Blaise had grown close to over the past few months, offered a reassuring smile. He was the next on the list to get their Hogwarts letters and was just as excited as Blaise was.
Eager to celebrate this milestone, Blaise proposed a trip to Diagon Alley, where they could all gather their necessary books for Hogwarts.
"After all," he said aloud as everyone watched him, "We know everyone will receive the same list of what to buy, and we can at least get a head start on the books, so everyone can study for a full year before we attend Hogwarts."
The group enthusiastically agreed, and soon they found themselves strolling through the enchanting streets, the vibrant shops beckoning to them.
Their first stop was Flourish and Blotts, the renowned bookstore that housed the magical world's literary treasures. The bell above the entrance chimed as they stepped inside, their excitement palpable.
Blaise's eyes sparkled as he surveyed the towering shelves laden with books of all shapes and sizes. "This is it," he declared, a wide grin spreading across his face. "We're embarking on a magical adventure, and these books are our guide."
Regulus, Theodore, Aurelius, and the others eagerly joined Blaise, each selecting their own set of books. As they perused the shelves, they exchanged whispers of excitement and wonder, pointing out titles they were particularly intrigued by.
Theodore had gathered a whole lot not on the book list, but the Duchessa didn't bat an eye and bought all of them too.
"It's always good to let the young minds learn," she said with a slight sniffle.
Aurelius exchanged a look with Blaise, and they chortled behind covered mouths.
After gathering their books, they approached the counter to complete their purchases. Blaise's heart swelled with gratitude as Narcissa and the Duchessa generously split the bill, ensuring each had a fresh set of books, ready to delve into the enchanting world of magic.
Returning home, the Slytherin Castle transformed into a haven of festivities. The grand dining hall was adorned with colourful decorations, and a magnificent cake took centre stage. As Blaise blew out the candles, his heart overflowed with joy. He was surrounded by the warmth of his loved ones, their laughter and well wishes creating an atmosphere of pure bliss.
A few weeks later, on September 23rd, Regulus eagerly awaited the arrival of his Hogwarts letter. The excitement that had coursed through Blaise's veins not long ago now pulsed within him. He couldn't help but steal glances at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the subtle changes that had transformed him into a Prince—a resemblance to his blood-adopted father, Severus Snape.
The young boy embodied an intriguing blend of familiar features that anyone who knew Severus would now know him as the spawn of said man. He was nearly a copy-paste miniature, his appearance holding an air of mystery and enigmatic charm. However, Regulus possessed an alluring handsomeness that set him apart. Which he was thankful for, not that he ever thought Severus was unsightly, but Regulus was still grateful he kept a small semblance of the Black blood handsomeness.
All his time working out had essentially been for nought as he now had a slender physique. Regulus carried himself with a quiet confidence that he had learnt at quite a young age in his first life and had never gone away in his second life. His hair, dark and sleek as midnight, cascaded around his face, framing his sharp, angular features. The silky and lustrous locks added a touch of elegance to his overall appearance.
His captivating eyes, reminiscent of deep onyx, were framed by thick, expressive eyebrows. These eyes held a depth that seemed to hint at hidden depths of wisdom beyond his years. When they met someone's gaze, they captivated and left a lasting impression.
The young boy's countenance exuded an effortless grace, accentuated by his impeccable sense of style. Clad in tailored robes, he carried himself with a certain poise, as if he were already aware of the world's secrets. His posture was impeccable, and his movements were measured and deliberate.
Despite his resemblance to Severus, Regulus possessed a unique attractiveness that went beyond physical appearance. His demeanour had an intangible allure, an enigmatic quality that drew people in and left them wanting to know more.
Regulus remembered how Severus had looked in their school years and was pleased that, at least, Severus gave him the Prince's name, not the Snape name.
He was sure Severus would be okay with him building up the Prince's name instead of pulling it down, and one thing Regulus wouldn't do was appear poor. Knowing the possibility of losing his vault once the blood adoption happened, Regulus had emptied all the Black vaults and transferred the money into his newly established Prince vault.
He doubted Sirius would recognise him now, so the need to visit had dimmed.
A soft tapping dragged his attention away from the mirror and towards the window as the clock struck noon. His heart raced as he witnessed a great horned owl perched on the sill, holding a letter in its beak. The room fell silent as Regulus opened the window, allowing the owl to enter. The presence of Sala and Ursa filled him with comfort, and with impeccable timing, Harry entered seconds after letting the owl into his bedroom.
"Not even gonna ask," Regulus said as Harry plopped into Sala's lap.
Harry had been cold to him since Sala and Draco's birthday but had slowly and surely gone back to his usual self once he and Sala had made up in whatever strange way the two dealt with each other.
It was as if they were in their own little world that Regulus had been very subtly thrown from.
He felt a gentle settlement in his chest with the two of them there now. Everything would be fine with the two of them and his brother in his life. Really, he didn't need more.
Regulus carefully untied the letter, his hands trembling with anticipation. Taking a seat on the floor, Sala, Harry, and Ursa clambered around him to get a better look. The parchment felt delicate in his grasp, its worn edges whispering tales of magic and possibility. His eyes traced the familiar emblem of Hogwarts—the symbol of his acceptance. He was really doing this again. But this time, he had a brand new identity.
"I guess I can trick magic, huh?" he asked Sala, who had experienced their adventure to Gringotts when he found out about Ursa. "My name is different now."
Sala laughed. "Indeed"
"Whose next?" Harry asked, going back to lean against Sala, eyeing the Hogwarts letter with open curiosity.
"Theodore," Sala said, counting on his fingers.
"Then me and Draco."
"Draco and I," Regulus grumbled with a roll of his eyes.
"Whatever." Sala waved his hand, uncaring.
"I swear, I will get your mother to give you elocution lessons." Regulus snapped, but he was grinning.
"Come on!" Blaise's voice called from the landing. "It's party time!"
The four of them left Regulus' bedroom and went to the celebrations.
As the day unfolded, they honoured Regulus's birthday, their joy intertwining with the realisation that they were on the precipice of a new chapter. The room brimmed with laughter and love as they shared stories and dreams, revelling in the knowledge that their journeys to Hogwarts were now intertwined.
As spring flowers bloomed, casting vibrant hues across the landscape, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Theo, his heart brimming with excitement, eagerly awaited the arrival of his Hogwarts letter. He had listened intently as Regulus shared stories of magical adventures and discoveries, and now it was his turn to embark on this extraordinary journey.
On a crisp morning of April 20th, the sun's gentle rays spilt through Theodore's bedroom window, casting a warm glow across the room. His heart fluttered with nervousness and excitement as he anticipated the arrival of the owls. After all, everyone else's owls came on their birthday, so now, all he had to do was wait.
Theodore's gaze shifted from the window to the clock, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Then, with a soft flutter of wings, a tawny owl descended gracefully, landing on his windowsill. His eyes widened in delight as he recognised the emblem of Hogwarts on the envelope.
As he carefully opened the letter, his heart pounded in his chest. The words on the parchment filled him with joy and a strange feeling of fitting in. The weight of the invitation settled upon him, confirming that he was about to embark on a magical journey alongside his dearest friends.
Theo's mind raced with thoughts of the adventures that awaited him within the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. The enchanting classes, the camaraderie with fellow students, and the discovery of his magical abilities fuelled his anticipation.
Eager to share the news with his closest companions, Theodore rushed downstairs to find Blaise, Rilo, and the others. Their eyes lit up as he revealed his acceptance into Hogwarts, their delight filling the room. It was a moment of shared triumph, a celebration of their friendship and adventure they knew they'd befall once entering the revered halls of Hogwarts.
As April unfolded with its vibrant blooms and promises of new beginnings, Theodore's anticipation reached its peak. The arrival of his Hogwarts letter ignited a fire within him, fuelling his dreams of magical adventures and unforgettable experiences. Surrounded by his supportive friends, Theodore cherished each moment, eagerly counting down the days until they would step foot into the enchanting world of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
June arrived with a burst of summer warmth, and the Black-Malfoy twins, Sala and Draco, prepared to celebrate their shared birthday and eagerly anticipate their Hogwarts letters. The festivities were grand, with the grandeur befitting twins of such significance.
Flutter-filled wings filled the room as the clock struck midday on June 5th. Draco's heart soared as he witnessed the arrival of the delivering his Hogwarts letter. The joy that radiated from Sala, his twin and closest friend, mirrored his own. Their loving mother, Narcissa, joined the celebration, her eyes sparkling with pride.
Moments later, Sala's letter arrived, completing the magical duet. Sala couldn't contain his excitement as he grasped the parchment in his hands. Like with Regulus, everyone eagerly crowded around Sala and Draco to read the familiar words.
HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Sala Zahar Leolin Black-Malfoy
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl by no later than July 31st.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Like everyone else, Narcissa had thrown a massive party for the twins. The music played gently in the background, and the house elves had prepared a feast that would put Hogwarts to shame.
But Sala wasn't feeling it.
Ever since his third transformation (because obviously the first two just weren't enough), he had felt different.
And it wasn't just different because of his now flowing long hair that matched his mother and sister, but because he no longer truly felt human.
Sala didn't confide with anyone about this, not even Harry. Though it was apparent Harry already knew something was wrong with the wary glances he kept throwing towards him.
It was a risk to take in more Fae blood than was necessary, but with how painful his wings had felt after his second transformation, he wasn't going to say no. He didn't even look like Draco anymore, though Draco was oblivious, as he liked his own reflection way too much.
His mother had noticed the change, but Sala had easily waved it away by saying he had looked like this ever since the adoption of the Fae wolves. Her suspicions eased, and all Sala could hope for was that his mother did not have easy access to a Pensieve.
Needing a moment to be alone, Sala snuck from the room and went to his bedroom. With a great heave of relief, Sala sat cross-legged on his bed, deep in thought. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a leather-bound journal, worn and weathered from countless pages turned. This journal had become his confidant, the keeper of his secrets, and today, he needed to record something of utmost importance.
A year had passed since Sala had taken in those two drops of blood from his Fae siblings, forever altering his existence. At first, the changes had been bewildering, overwhelming even. His once-human senses sharpened, revealing a world of vibrant colours, intricate scents, and whispered melodies hidden within the wind. His footsteps had grown lighter, his movements more graceful, as if his body had become one with the ethereal realm from which his siblings hailed.
As Sala delicately ran his fingers over the journal's faded cover, he couldn't help but recall the moment he had realised his true nature. It was a mixture of fear and wonder, like stumbling upon a hidden door leading to a realm he had only dreamed of. But as time passed, that fear morphed into acceptance and understanding. He embraced his Fae heritage, revelling in the magic coursing through his veins. Yet, deep down, a flicker of melancholy remained.
With a sigh, Sala opened the journal and began to write, his quill gliding effortlessly across the pages. He chronicled the changes he had experienced, each entry a testament to his transformation. Sala described how the moonlight now seemed to dance with him, casting an otherworldly glow upon his features. He detailed the sensation of wings fluttering beneath his skin, a constant reminder of the fae ancestry that pulsed through his being.
But amidst the vivid descriptions and poetic prose, there was a sense of longing. Sala didn't want to forget what it meant to be human. He didn't want the memories of his past to fade into obscurity, overshadowed by his newfound Fae identity. Hogwarts, the prestigious school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, awaited him in the coming months, and he would be surrounded by humans there. He knew he had to keep his true nature a secret, for the world was not yet ready to accept the convergence of Fae and human within him.
As the ink dried on the journal's pages, Sala closed it gently, his thoughts now clearer. He would embrace his fae lineage and celebrate the magic coursing through his veins, but he would also hold onto the essence of humanity that lingered within him. He would walk the halls of Hogwarts, interact with his peers, and cherish the moments that connected him to his human side.
For within him, both worlds coexisted, shaping him into the unique being he had become. And through his words, carefully preserved in the hidden journal beneath his pillow, Sala would forever remember the extraordinary journey he had embarked upon, where the boundaries between human and Fae blurred, and he discovered the beauty that lay within being both.
However, amidst the enchantment of his Fae heritage, there was something that began to unsettle Sala. It started as a whisper in the back of his mind, a notion that slowly grew into an unsettling realisation. Nargles, Wrackspurts and many other creatures—the whimsical creatures that had once existed solely in the realm of myth and folklore—were real. It was a truth that sent shivers down his spine and ignited a sense of unease within him. The others still believed that Laramie and Lorimer were unique and strange for all they spoke about, but now, Sala knew, he was a part of it, and it hurt him with how real it all was.
Night after night, Sala found himself plagued by visions that invaded his dreams, intertwining with his waking thoughts. These visions were not the whimsical fantasies he had once imagined but rather a haunting blend of fear and terror. They played out like twisted spectacles, weaving intricate tales of danger and uncertainty. His mind became a battlefield as he grappled with the authenticity of these visions, uncertain if they were mere figments of his imagination or foretelling of a grim reality.
The fear of losing himself, of succumbing to a dreamlike existence akin to his Fae siblings Laramie and Lorimer, weighed heavily on Sala's heart. He fought with every fibre of his being to maintain his grip on reality, to distinguish between the tangible and the illusory. But as the months passed, the boundaries blurred more often than not. He found himself slipping into moments of reverie, where the lines between what was real and what was a product of his fae nature began to dissipate.
It was during these disorienting moments that Sala's resolve was tested. He could feel the allure of the ethereal realm tugging at his consciousness, beckoning him to surrender to the dreamscape that threatened to consume him. But he clung to his humanity fiercely, desperate to retain the core of his being that made him who he was.
With a furrowed brow, Sala resolved to confront his inner turmoil head-on. He would seek knowledge, both magical and mundane, to understand the origin and nature of these visions. Sala would confide in trusted allies, seeking their guidance and support. And most importantly, he would remind himself that he was not defined solely by his fae heritage but also by the strength of his human spirit.
Sala closed his journal, a sense of determination washing over him. He would face the unsettling truths that lay before him, battling the shadows that threatened to engulf his mind. Hogwarts would become his sanctuary, a place where he could navigate the delicate balance between his fae nature and his human roots. And as he embarked on this new chapter of his life, he vowed to confront the mysteries that haunted his existence and forge his own path, embracing the extraordinary tapestry of his identity.
Aurelius couldn't ignore the feeling of unease that settled in his chest when he realised Sala was nowhere to be found. Instinctively, he knew where to search for his run-away best friend. Aurelius made his way to Sala's bedroom, his steps quick and purposeful.
As he entered the room, his gaze immediately fell upon Sala, who seemed lost in his own little world, something that had been happening a lot more consistently as of late. Aurelius's heart sank at the sight. Sala's eyes were glazed over, distant, and he was reaching out to touch invisible objects that only he could see. It was as if he had slipped back into emulating the Fae twins.
Sighing heavily, Aurelius recognised that Sala was currently not in his "normal" state. The realisation washed over him, and he knew that his friend was once again trapped within the Fae realm in his mind and disconnected from the present reality.
Aurelius stood there for a moment, observing Sala's dreamlike state. He pondered how best to approach the small boy and return him to the present. Deciding that physical affection might be the most effective way, Aurelius walked over to the bed and gently wrapped his arms around Sala, pulling him close.
To his surprise, Sala didn't startle or pull away at the touch. Instead, he leaned into Aurelius's embrace, a faint smile playing on his lips. Sala continued interacting with the invisible world around him, his fingers tracing patterns in the air, a soft giggle escaping his lips.
"They're so pretty, Harry!" Sala said.
"I thought we decided not to use my real name, Sala," Aurelius said, stroking the other boy's hair, who appeared not to have heard him in the slightest. At least Sala knew who was around him.
Aurelius pinched the bridge of his nose, begging Merlin for patience. Sala often slipped away, and bringing the boy back was sometimes challenging.
The realisation hit Aurelius like a bolt of lightning. He began to suspect that perhaps he was more connected to the Fae realm than he had previously believed. He remembered the secret pact he and Sala had made, along with the Fae twins, that resulted in Aurelius taking two additional drops of highly potent Fae blood to heal his wings. Had that really turned his precious friend into a fully-fledged Fae? Laramie and Lorimer hadn't mentioned anything, but perhaps that was just part of their world, to keep others' changes or secrets hidden.
For the first time, it dawned on Aurelius what had happened to Sala. The Fae realm had consumed his best friend within his mind, and everything that the Fae could perceive must have suddenly opened up into a new world for Sala, one that Aurelius could barely comprehend.
Terrified for his friend but determined to bring him back, Aurelius made a split-second decision. Leaning down, he pressed his lips against Sala in a gentle, desperate kiss. It was the first time Aurelius had kissed Sala in a year since he had left this part out of their reconciliation. There was a small part of him that had still not forgiven Regulus, but it was not something ever brought up. And it seemed that Sala was alright with them just cuddling and being close, but Aurelius felt desperate. Why did this have to keep happening? He missed the old Sala.
In that instant, Sala's dreamy demeanour shattered, and he jolted back to reality. His eyes widened, a mix of betrayal, fear, and love shining within them. His emotions were in turmoil, unstable and unpredictable. Sala clung to Aurelius, holding onto him fiercely, unable to find the words to express the whirlwind of feelings coursing through him.
"You and me both, Leolin," Aurelius said, figuring he might as well use Sala's middle name when he got like this if Sala would use his old name.
Sala raised his eyebrows. "Since when do you call me Leolin?"
He's back!
"Since when do you call me Harry?" Aurelius returned.
"I did not call you Harry." Sala denied.
Aurelius heaved another sigh. "Sure," he said into the renewing silence.
Feeling the need to break the tension, Aurelius managed a strained attempt at humour. "I finally got my fourth kiss, only a year late," he said, his voice laced with amusement and a hint of sorrow that he failed to hide from Sala.
Sala laughed, the sound coming out as a sob, a mixture of release and pain. He held onto Aurelius as if he were an anchor, grounding himself in the chaotic storm of emotions swirling inside him.
Aurelius, desperate for answers, finally found his voice. "Oi, what the blinking flip is going on, Sala?" he asked, his patience cracking.
Sala, clearly afraid of the answer or revealing the truth that even he wasn't fully aware of, blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I want to cut my hair."
The unexpected statement caught Aurelius off guard, and a surge of panic rushed through him. He knew how much Sala valued his appearance, his long flowing hair that matched their mother and sister. Despite his own apprehensions, Aurelius chose to go along with it. If it would help Sala find some sense of control, some semblance of stability, he would support him through it.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Aurelius replied, "Will that make you happy?"
At Sala's nod and hopeful face, Aurelius relented. He never really could say no to the brat.
"Let's go then; we've got to find Narcissa."
But just as Sala made to get out of bed, a ray of afternoon sunlight filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow upon the room, and Sala slumped again.
"No! No, no, no! Come ON, Sala!" Aurelius wanted to cry, but the boy smiled serenely at him, as if there was no need for Aurelius to want to cry, and as such, wiped away the water gathering in the corners of his eyes.
"Don't cry, Harry," Sala said dreamily, except that made Aurelius lose his last bit of control, and he burst into tears.
Concerned, Sala snuggled deeper into Aurelius, murmuring softly, "I'm too cosy to move, Harry. Come cuddle with me so you don't cry."
Aurelius felt a mix of frustration and concern. He knew he had to get Sala out of this state, but it felt like he was walking on eggshells, trying to figure out the right approach.
But watching Sala only made him distracted.
Aurelius was swept away by the enigmatic transformation that occurred when Sala transitioned into his true fae essence as Leolin. It was a phenomenon that defied mortal comprehension, leaving Aurelius spellbound. As Sala gracefully reclined on the bed, he seemed to transcend the earthly realm, exuding an intangible quality that filled the air.
Aurelius couldn't help but be captivated by the fluidity of Sala's movements as if he were a celestial being suspended in weightless space. No matter how slight, each motion carried an otherworldly elegance that radiated an unearthly aura. Breathing seemed almost unnecessary for him, merely a delightful gesture to make his chest rise and fall in perfect harmony, which enhanced the magical atmosphere surrounding him.
Every detail of Sala's presence held an enchanting allure, captivating Aurelius with his tempting aura. As he observed Sala, Aurelius became acutely aware of his mortal limitations, for he could not help but notice his clumsiness and heavy-footed sense of ability compared to this Fae god that was Sala.
It was obvious that Sala was struggling when he was in his human state, but the amount of peace that Sala exuded when he flowed into Leolin was so substantial Aurelius felt hesitant to remove him from it.
The tears cascaded down his cheeks like shimmering droplets of stardust, each reflecting the brilliance of Sala's Fae essence.
In Sala, Aurelius witnessed a manifestation of ethereal beauty that surpassed the boundaries of ordinary human perception. The world seemed to transform under Sala's gaze, bathed in a celestial glow revealing its hidden enchantments. It was as if the very fabric of reality had been woven with threads of iridescent light, each strand pulsating with the mystical energy that defined Sala's true nature.
In the presence of Sala's Fae essence, Aurelius experienced a profound connection to a realm beyond his own, a place where time stood still and the wonders of the universe unfolded in breathtaking harmony. It was a glimpse into the metaphysical tapestry of existence, where every sight, sound, and emotion was imbued with a transcendent beauty that defied mortal comprehension.
Resolving to take matters into his own hands, Aurelius gently lifted Sala off the bed, their connection allowing him to guide his friend towards his mother, Narcissa, who was overseeing the celebrations for Draco and Sala's birthday along with the Duchessa.
Adamantly, as they walked down the corridors, Sala remaining silent, Aurelius rubbed at his eyes, wiping away any remanence to his loss of composure.
Aurelius intended to ask permission to visit Shear Madness, the esteemed hair salon in the upscale Brixworth Alley. However, before he could even utter a word, Sala interjected, his voice carrying a distant, dreamy tone.
"Mum," Sala said, skipping towards her and wrapping his arms around her in a move that was 100% Leolin and 0% Sala. "The Nargles are telling me that getting a haircut is a good idea."
Narcissa and the Duchessa stared at Sala, and then simultaneously, their eyes turned to glare a hole into Aurelius so hard that, as if by magic, Blaise was suddenly there, standing in front of him, his arms spread out protectively.
"Of course, darling," Narcissa said, gesturing for Sala to move ahead, which he did, eagerly walking out and into the gardens, his fingers once more raising up to trace beings that weren't there.
"Want to tell me what's going on?" Narcissa asked once Sala was out of earshot.
"I think..." Aurelius hesitated, unsure it was his secret to share, and quickly amended. "I think he was spending a lot of time with Laramie and Lorimer."
Aurelius laughed as if it wasn't the most terrifying thing in the world and that he wasn't, in fact, struggling almost every day to keep his best friend within the human realm.
"Yes, I did notice that," Narcissa said as if she closed a puzzle within her mind and nodded.
"Blaise, you coming along?" she asked, for Blaise still hadn't moved from in front of Aurelius.
"Yes, ma'am."
Although Narcissa found her son's behaviour peculiar, she chose to follow Sala's lead without comment. The group left the confines of their home and ventured beyond the protective wards, making their way to the apparition point.
Upon arrival at Shear Madness, Aurelius couldn't help but be awestruck by the sheer opulence surrounding them. The salon exuded an air of elegance, from the plush chairs to the sleek countertops. Floor-to-ceiling windows bathed the space in natural light, and exquisite floral arrangements adorned the sinks, infusing the air with the scent of delicate blooms.
As they settled into the chairs, the attentive stylists greeted them, prepared to cater to the needs of a VVIP client like Narcissa. The experience began with a luxurious hair wash, as warm water cascaded over their scalps, accompanied by the tantalising fragrance of high-quality shampoos and conditioners. The skilled stylists massaged their heads, easing away any tension, and Sala found himself momentarily lost in the sensation, slipping back into the Fae realm within his mind. Blaise agreed on the wash and dry, though he was still determining if he wanted to cut any of his hair but rather just sit back and watch.
Observing Sala's disconnection, the stylist turned to Aurelius with a quizzical look. "Does your friend understand?" she asked, concern evident in her voice. Aurelius felt his face flush and noticed with growing horror that Blaise seemed as interested as the stylists.
"Ah, yes!" Aurelius laughed unconvincingly, "he's just spaced out."
Aurelius, his heart sinking at the notion that Sala had retreated further, approached him cautiously. However, aware of their public surroundings, he refrained from another kiss. Instead, he leaned in close and whispered, "I'll go bald!" The words were directed into Sala's ear, a desperate attempt to ground him back to reality. Sala's eyes widened in recognition, his hand instinctively reaching out to tousle Aurelius' hair, a gesture they often shared during their cuddles. With a newfound focus, Sala articulated his desired hairstyle, describing it with vivid detail, referencing the photo he had shown Aurelius in a book they found.
With Sala's vision finally communicated, the haircut commenced. Aurelius felt excitement and trepidation as each snip of the scissors severed the strands that had become a part of his identity. The weight of his long hair falling away filled him with a sense of liberation as if shedding the remnants of his past.
"Well, how do you like it?" Both stylists asked, clearly pleased with themselves, and indeed, they had done a phenomenal job. Blaise stood up, his eyes wide at the change.
Sala's hair now displayed a stunning juxtaposition of colours, symbolising the interplay between his human and Fae realms. The front section fell straight and sleek, gracefully draping over his forehead, shimmering in a striking blend of pure white and silver strands. The ebony black against his scalp and roots created a striking contrast against his pale skin, framing his features with sharp sophistication. On the sides, the hair had been cropped short, revealing the pure white strands that stood out in stark contrast to the dark hue. The cropped white hair added an edgy and unique element to his overall look, accentuating the boldness of his style.
"It's permanent," Sala whispered to Aurelius, who was gaping. "I made sure."
"Why?" Aurelius asked when he was sure Blaise was out of earshot.
"It serves as a reminder of the struggle." Sala said, smiling sadly. "the constant battle between my human identity and the enchanting realm that resides within me."
Sala didn't elaborate, but Aurelius already knew.
"You changed a lot too," Sala said, gesturing towards Aurelius with his jawline, which seemed sharper now. Aurelius had bid farewell to his once-long ponytail. His hair now fell in a chic, textured crop that exuded confidence and sophistication. The rich ebony and indigo strands, meticulously styled perfectly, formed a harmonious composition. Each lock seemed to have found its rightful place, framing his features with a touch of rebellious charm. Aurelius' transformation was marked by a sense of empowerment, a visual representation of his growth and newfound identity.
"You look more like I do now," Blaise said softly, ruffling Aurelius' hair.
"Also," Blaise said even more quietly, "You and I are going to have a talk later."
Aurelius gulped but smiled, not wanting to startle Sala in any way.
Once the haircuts were complete, Sala and Aurelius decided to explore the rest of the salon, eager to "finish their look", as Sala had put it. Sala ventured towards the back, where a selection of clothes for all ages awaited. Meanwhile, Aurelius made his way to the jewellery section, his eyes drawn to a display of earrings that caught his attention.
"You should get them too," Aurelius said, holding up a dangling earring in the shape of a small dagger that was being paired with a diamond stud.
"Why would you get a dagger?" Blaise asked, picking up a double hoop set, then turned to stare at his brother.
The smile did not reach his eyes as he said. "Memories."
Having already paid and departed, Narcissa awaited their return at a charming, richly styled French bakery nearby. She had left explicit instructions with the salon staff to direct Sala, Aurelius and Blaise there once their makeover was complete.
At the register, as Sala finally selected the earrings he desired, the person attending to them informed him that in order to wear the jewellery, he would need to pierce his ears. Aurelius and Blaise agreed without hesitation, and Sala, searching for yet another connection to his humanity, also expressed his desire for pierced ears. They carefully chose a stud for Sala, as he only wanted one earring instead of two, and then waited to get their piercings done.
"You're lucky there is a magical way to do this," the woman said with a slight chuckle. "There is no pain with magic, but the Muggles, it can sting a bit."
"I wouldn't mind a little pain, to be honest," Sala muttered, missing the sharp look Aurelius sent him.
"There you go, lads!" the woman said a few minutes later when all their ears were done and the new earrings put in.
The three of them grinned, observing themselves in the large ornate mirror that adorned one of the walls in the salon.
"We look fabulous," Blaise said. "I almost regret not giving myself a new look."
"You look fine," Aurelius grumbled, already done with the day.
Before leaving the salon, they requested a photograph to capture the moment of their transformation. With a smile, they instructed the salon staff to send the photograph to Hogwarts in September, which would serve as a reminder of their newfound identities when they started their first year.
It was nighttime in Highclere Castle, and most everyone had gone to sleep for the night. Blaise, true to his word, approached Aurelius once they had the privilege of privacy.
"What's going on with Sala?" he asked, getting right to the point.
"It's hardly my place to tell you," Aurelius said back, rubbing his forehead forcefully.
"Stop that," Blaise growled, grabbing his hands. "I know it's not your place, but I'm your brother, and if I need to protect you more, I need to know."
Aurelius let out a hollow laugh and slipped down to the floor, using the wall he was leaning against as leverage.
"I don't need more protection,"
Blaise raised his eyebrows, joining his brother on the floor to be able to meet his gaze evenly.
"Would you make a vow not to tell anyone?" Aurelius whispered, staring at the floor.
It was Blaise's turn to laugh. "You really don't understand the extent of what I would do for you, little brother,"
Aurelius shrugged, keeping his head down.
Blaise sighed and pulled Aurelius into a hug, carding his fingers through the now much shorter lengths of hair.
"He's a fully formed Fae."
"How did that happen?" Blaise questioned, not stopping the slow, comforting carding of his brother's hair.
There was silence for a while, but Blaise didn't push.
"Remember when Laramie and Lorimer were blood adopted by Narcissa last year?"
"Hmm?" The older Zabini heir murmured.
"Well, Draco and Narcissa already had Fae blood. I guess maybe Mr Malfoy had some as well? But Sala came from a different father."
The gentle hair carding stopped, and Blaise stared at him. "Did he really?"
Aurelius bit his lip. Was that a secret?
"Ignore that. Anyways, Sala had trouble with the Fae blood entering him, and his wings were bloody and -"
"I remember that," Blaise interrupted, his eyes turning to the side as he recalled the memory. "You were so rough with him in the beginning."
Aurelius grimaced. "Yes, well."
He hesitated here because this was where the secret started. "I found a way to heal his wings."
Blaise stared at him, his eyes widening a fraction.
"I-I asked Laramie and Lorimer to give up a drop of blood each... and they accepted, and Sala took it without adding anything to it."
"It was potent," Blaise said, nodding.
"Well, it had to be!" Aurelius said, his lip trembling as he tried to make Blaise understand. "If his wings didn't heal, he probably would have died of some freaky infection!"
"So he's a Faery then?"
"I'm pretty sure."
"I get it now," Blaise muttered, leaning back so he was against the same wall as Aurelius.
"What will we do?" Aurelius asked when Blaise didn't say anything.
"He's got at least a small percentage of wizard in him, or his letter wouldn't have come," Blaise mumbled thoughtfully.
Aurelius remained silent, waiting for Blaise to come to any conclusion for their solution.
"We'll have to just wait and see."
"How is that a solution?!" Aurelius burst out, standing up in aggravation.
"It's not," Blaise responded, standing up too, crossing his arms. "But that's all we have."
Scowling, Aurelius left his brother's room and went to Sala's instead.
The boy was staring at the canopy of his four-poster, his eyes open and soft.
Withholding a sob, Aurelius joined Sala in the bed and wrapped the boy in his arms, relishing how Sala immediately reciprocated, pressing his nose into Aurelius' neck.
"All that's left is your letter," Sala said, his breath tickling against Aurelius' throat.
"Eh, I'll probably not get it."
Sala laughed. "The great Harry Potter not getting his letter?"
For a moment, Aurelius thought Sala wasn't present with him, but then he added, "Don't be silly, Lucien. You're a great Wizard. Of course, you're going to get your letter."
Aurelius, however, thought for a minute about what Sala had said. It had been about three years since his Uncle Vernon had dumped him on the orphanage grounds, and Regulus and Sala had come into his life.
And as if hearing his thoughts (which, at this point, Aurelius thought could be a possibility) said: "Do you ever miss being Harry Potter?"
Turning onto his back, pulling Sala with him, Aurelius pondered on it. "Yeah," he said after a while when Sala's even breathing mixed with his own.
"I do."
There was silence for so long that Aurelius thought Sala had slept, so he closed his eyes and pulled the blanket tighter against them.
"Sometimes I miss being just Sala Zahar too."
Not knowing what to say, Aurelius remained silent. Everything was different now. Everyone had the same personality, perhaps Sala notwithstanding, but the trials and tribulations they had each gone through changed everything else.
"Do you think we'll survive Hogwarts" Aurelius asked, feeling as if the world's heaviest burden was on his shoulders.
Sala pulled away momentarily, staring against the canopy again, and this time, Sala did fall into the Faerie realm, his eyes distancing to see other things.
"Yes," he said eventually, "We will survive Hogwarts."
But somehow, the way Leolin had said this didn't give Aurelius any hope for the future.
"Too many separations." his best friend continued, in his Faerie typical dreamy voice, that Aurelius loved and hated simultaneously.
"Too many lies."
With a wince, Aurelius held Sala close to him again, knowing that what was meant to come wouldn't cease just because he asked it nicely.
End of Book 1