This is my take on Wanda Maximoffs Story in the Harry Potter Universe - but with a little twist of its own to make it fit into this world. My version of the Scarlet Witch in the Harry-Potter Universe was heavily inspired by the one scene in Multiverse of Madness (Spoiler-Warning) where Xavier tries to safe 838-Wanda from her own mind and is killed by this twisted Scarlet Witch version who is under the influence of the Darkhold. I based my Wanda on the statement: „The Scarlet Witch is not born but forged."

I hope the rest becomes clear in future chapters. I don't want to give away more than that.

I have written this story in scenes that are varying in length and include time skips. Depending on the length, I will post one or more scenes per chapter :)

Enjoy the journey and let me know what you think!

From the book 'The Tales of Beedle the Bard':

"The Awakening of the Scarlet Witch"

Once upon a time there was a girl, walking aimlessly along a lonely forest road through the mist of twilight. She was cold and alone – abandoned by all she had known and left to die, with no family to guide her and no home to protect her. And so the walked, followed by the howls of the wolves and the crawling hands of the murky fog, that yearned for her to join its darkness.

In time, the girl reached the end of the road, lost in the dark woods and too far away for her to return to where she once came from. As she was so lost and alone in the silverly shine of twilight, her knees gave out and she hit the muddy ground.

If she was to die in this strange country, so be it, she thought. If that shall be her end then she would greet death with open arms, finally relieved of her pain and reunited with the ones she once loved most.

But as she laid there, cold and lonely on the muddy ground and with the murky fog clawing at her being, it was not death that came to her. First it was no more than a shining mist, twirling through the darkness of night, but as time moved on it became brighter and taller, until it shallowed her whole and enveloped her in its reddish embrace.

There she saw the woman. Beautiful yet strange. Familiar but still unknown. Friendly and nevertheless full of hate.

It was a sight, that should have scared her – but in the end the grief in her heart pained her more than any fear could have saved her life. And so she stood still, watched, filled with wonder and curiosity as the reddish glow danced with the wind and lost itself in the fog.

"My child", the entity said, its voice gentle, "how are you out here all by yourself?"

But she could not find the strength to answer for the grief had taken her voice. And so she stayed quiet, watching and waiting in hopes that her suffering would soon be gone.

"It pains me to witness your sorrow", it whispered, coming closer, "for I can relieve you of your burden."

Hope swelled in her heart, and she stepped closer. The reddish glow clawed at her and yet it did not try to swallow her whole like the murky fog but danced around her being as if in silent greeting. And for a moment the grief seemed to be eased from her heart – only to return once the red left her side.

"I can give you joy" it promised in a gentle tone, "for a small price to pay."

"Anything", she said, longing for the warm and comfort she missed so dearly.

"Give me food", it said, "and I shall grant you a feast."

And she swore to it, promising it all the food she could get.

"Give me a place to sleep", it asked, "and I shall fulfil all your dreams."

And she swore to it, promising it shelter wherever it went.

"Give me your voice", it begged, "and I shall share my gifts with the world."

And she swore to it, promising to sing the lovelies songs for everyone to enjoy. So that no one had to feel this kind of pain ever again.

Not even her.

So in her grief, in her pain, she accepted the gifts offered. Who would not for such a small price to pay? Who would deny happiness if it is given willingly?

And so – she was fooled. For the entity did not wish for peace and salvation. But for fire and ashes.

She was not born but forged. She had no coven. No need for incantation. And it was her destiny to destroy the world.

For she was a being of spontaneous creation. A being of chaos.

For she was - the Scarlet Witch