Theo's panicked voice cut through the roaring wind as Balerion let out a thunderous roar. "Jace! Jace!" he shouted, desperately trying to get his friend's attention.
Jace, however, was in a daze. He couldn't hear anything over the deafening rush of the wind in his ears. His heart pounded in his chest, and his lungs burned as he struggled to catch his breath. He clung to the saddle on Meraxes' back with white-knuckled fingers, his eyes fixed on the turbulent, black waves crashing violently below felt like he might vomit at any moment.
Theo's voice grew even more urgent. "We have to go back to the rocks, Jace! The wind is too strong, and the Dementors are starting to affect the dragons!"
Jace finally managed to tear his gaze away from the abyss below and turned to Theo, his eyes wide with fear. "Mia," he gasped, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. "She... she just fell. One moment she was there, and the next..."
Theo's face contorted with anguish."We can't do anything for her at the moment, Jace. We need to get to safety. Vhagar is looking for her."
Jace nodded, his mind slowly returning to the present. He knew Theo was right. They had to move, and they had to move fast. With a determined look in his eyes, he gripped the reins of Meraxes and urged the dragon toward the jagged rocks jutting out of the water in the distance.
As Meraxes responded to Jace's command, flapping his massive wings against the relentless gale, Theo held onto his own dragon, Balerion, and followed suit. They navigated through the turbulent winds, the dragons' wings slicing through the air as they made their way toward the relative safety of the rocky outcrop.
Jace clenched his jaw and held on tight, pushing Meraxes to her limits. As they neared the rocks, he couldn't help but steal one last glance back at the abyss, his heart heavy with the memory of Mia's fall.
"Teddy," Jace muttered weakly as he staggered, his face drained of color. His legs wobbled beneath him, threatening to give way. "Teddy, I'm…I'm not feeling okay."
Theo's eyes widened in alarm as he rushed to Jace's side, throwing an arm around his friend's shoulders to steady him. Balerion and Meraxes,created a protective barrier with their massive wings, shielding their riders from the howling winds and the looming threat of Dementors.
"Jace," Theo exclaimed, his voice trembling with concern. His friend was breaking out in cold sweats, and his normally vibrant complexion had turned ashen. "It's not nap time," he implored, his laughter carrying a nervous edge. "I need you to be conscious."
Jace lay down on the rugged rocks, his face contorted in pain. He gasped, his fingers trembling as he touched the parabatai rune on his arm. "It's... it's the rune," he muttered through gritted teeth. "It's the parabatai rune."
Theo ran a trembling hand through his hair. They were stranded in the middle of the treacherous Black Sea, far from any help. This mission was supposed to be simple, a quick reconnaissance trip to Azkaban had spiraled into a nightmare. Azkaban reeked of dark magic, Mia and Vhagar were missing in the raging black waves of the Black Sea, and Jace...Jace was struggling to stay conscious.
Desperation etched across his face, Theo pleaded with Jace, "Who do we call, Jace? We need help."
Jace's voice was weak, struggling to stay conscious, but he managed to respond through gritted teeth, "Call... call Magnus."
Theo's eyes widened with alarm. "Magnus?" he repeated, his voice filled with anguish. "But Magnus is a prince of Hell. We need a pentagram to summon him."
Jace's breathing grew shallow, and his eyes started to drift in and out of focus as delirium set in. Theo knew he had to act fast. Desperation coursed through him as he scanned their surroundings for any possible solution.
"Think, think," Theo muttered to himself, his mind racing. Mia was the one who knew about these things. Then, with a spark of inspiration, he closed his eyes and summoned the books Magnus had given them. Looking around he picked up a small chalky stone as he began to draw. "Please," he choked down a sob, "Please,Magnus help us."
Magnus Bane's legendary party in his luxurious New York loft was in full swing. The atmosphere was electric with energy and excitement as the music reverberated through the air, and the lights danced in a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors.
Dressed in a sharp purple velvet suit adorned with intricate gold detailing, Magnus was the unquestionable star of the gathering. His raven-black hair cascaded in perfect curls, and his eyes shimmered with an enchanting charm. Rings and bracelets adorned with precious gems graced his fingers and wrists, each piece emanating a subtle glow of magic. His skin was a canvas for magical tattoos that danced and transformed at his whim.
Magnus glided effortlessly across the dance floor, captivating the attention of everyone in his vicinity. His movements were both graceful and seductive, as though he were casting a spell with every step. The pulsating music surged through his veins, and a mischievous smile played on his lips as he engaged with the enraptured crowd. Among the guests were magical beings of various races, as well as creatures from the supernatural realms, including fairies with luminous wings, werewolves with gleaming eyes, and vampires bearing sharp fangs.
Crystal glasses overflowed with exotic drinks, and an array of sumptuous dishes from around the world delighted the guests' palates. Laughter and conversation filled the air, creating an atmosphere of allure and mystique that only the Great Wizard of Brooklyn could conjure.
Suddenly, a shiver coursed through Magnus, a tremor of magical energy that resonated deep within him. His mystical senses sharpened instantaneously, and his ears perked up at a distant whisper—a call, imploring him from afar. He knew someone was summoning him through a pentagram.
"The party's over!" Magnus's voice boomed, cutting through the music. "I won't say it twice, everyone out!"
Reluctantly, the guests began to vacate the loft, leaving Magnus alone with the glowing pentagram etched on the floor. The pentagram pulsed with energy, creating a connection between him and the distant caller. He approached the pentagram, studying the runes that encircled it. With deliberate steps, he entered the pentagram, and in an instant, he found himself transported to a rocky expanse near the Black Sea.
"You came," Theo told him crying out in relief, kneeling next to the pentagram.
"You called," Magnus said with a gentle smile, "What can I do for you, young Theodore?"
Theo's eyes were filled with tears as he looked up at Magnus. "Mia... Mia has fallen into the sea. Dementors attacked us. Vhagar went after her, and Jace... Jace is delirious because he's trying to locate Mia through the Parabatai rune. We didn't know who else to call, so we called you."
Magnus placed a reassuring hand on Theo's shoulder. "You did the right thing, Theodore. Don't worry. We're going to rescue them."
Desperation etched across Theo's face as he asked, "What can I do to help?"
Magnus assessed the situation. "Does anyone know you're here?" he inquired while using his magic to stabilize Jace.
"No," Theo replied, his voice strained. "This was supposed to be a reconnaissance mission."
Magnus thought for a moment. "Is there anyone you can contact?" he asked as he prepared to transport Jace. "This place reeks of dark magic. I need to take Jace to New York, I don't have my thing with me"
"I'll get the dragons back to Hogwarts and follow you," Theo resolved.
Magnus nodded and opened a portal, cradling Jace in his arms. He left the portal temporarily open for Theo to step through. As soon as Theo saw that Magnus had departed, he approached Balerion and Meraxes.
"Meraxes, Balerion, rȳbagon naejot nyke. Nyke jorrāelagon ao naejot return naejot Hogwarts. Bisa dīnagon iksis daor ȳgha," Theo commanded (Meraxes, Balerion, listen to me. I need you to return to Hogwarts. This place is not safe.)
The dragons growled and roared, their gaze fixated on the Black Sea where their sister, Vhagar, had vanished. Balerion was the first to take flight, followed closely by Meraxes. Seeing the Targaryen dragons leave, Theo made his way to Magnus's portal and stepped through.
"Has anyone seen my sister?" Harry asked a Hufflepuff student with growing concern etched on his face.
The Hufflepuff shook their head, worry mirroring in their eyes. "I haven't seen her, Harry."
Harry's anxiety deepened. It had been a whole week since he'd last laid eyes on his sister, Mia. In fact, he hadn't seen Theo or Jace either during that time. At first, he assumed they had embarked on some adventure with their beloved dragons—Balerion, Meraxes, and Vhagar. But as the days passed without any sign of them, his apprehension grew. Even when he approached Viktor, he received no answers, as the Durmstrang champion claimed to know nothing about their whereabouts.
"Uncle Padfoot!" Harry called out as he spotted Sirius passing by. "Have you seen my sister?"
"Mia?" Sirius responded, concern knitting his brow. "No, Harry, I haven't seen her. What's going on?"
"I haven't seen Mia in a week," Harry confessed, his voice laced with worry.
"A week?" Sirius exclaimed, his tone growing increasingly alarmed. "Harry, you should have told me sooner. Have you tried talking to Theo or Jace?"
"They're missing too," Harry replied, frustration and fear mingling in his voice. "They're not at Hogwarts either."
Sirius clenched his fists in frustration. "Fuck," he muttered, then raised his wand, invoking his Patronus, which took the form of a large, silvery dog. He whispered a message to it. "Tell James we need his help immediately. Ask him to bring the whole family."
"What do I do?" Harry asked, his voice quivering.
"Harry," Sirius said, gripping his shoulders firmly, "today is the second task, right?"
Harry nodded, his mind still reeling from the shock of his sister's disappearance.
"Harry, I need you to compete today and act as normal as possible," Sirius urged. "No one should notice your sister's absence."
"But how can I focus on the task when my sister is missing?" Harry cried out in distress.
"Because your sister would want you to continue in the Tournament," Sirius told him, pulling him into a tight hug. "We will take care of this, I promise."
"Will you let me know if you find anything?" Harry pleaded.
Sirius nodded solemnly. "Yes, Harry, we'll keep you informed. Now, go."
Theo had been staying at Magnus's New York loft for a week now, and the atmosphere remained heavy with worry and uncertainty. Jace, resting in Magnus's guest room, showed no signs of improvement. Instead, he continued to mumble incoherent words, trapped in a delirious state. Magnus had exhausted all his magical attempts to help his young friend, but nothing seemed to work.
Theo watched anxiously as Magnus emerged from the room, his face bearing a mix of frustration and concern. "How is he?" Theo inquired, his voice laced with worry.
Magnus sighed heavily and shook his head. "It's still the same," he replied, his tone filled with regret. "I've tried everything, Theodore. I'm so sorry."
Theo nodded, his sadness evident, and accepted the hug Magnus offered. He felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness, and it gnawed at him every day. Night after night, he was plagued by nightmares, the vivid image of Mia falling into the water replaying relentlessly in his mind.
"Is there really nothing we can do?" Theo asked, desperation tinging his words. "There has to be something."
Magnus poured himself a Martini, contemplating Theo's question. "It's impossible," he finally said, taking a sip. "Parabatai bonds are like a tether that binds two souls together. Jace and Mia share emotions, instincts, and strength. It's an angelic bond. My magic can only do so much."
A new wave of worry washed over Theo as he considered Mia. "So, Mia is going through something similar?" he asked, his voice trembling with concern.
Magnus nodded slowly. "Not necessarily," he explained. "It seems that when Jace called out to her, a part of his soul never returned. Now, he's trapped, lost somewhere between himself and his parabatai."
Meanwhile, in the guest room, Jace was lost in a whirlwind of memories:
"Look where you're going!" a young Jace snapped, his hazel eyes ablaze with anger. "This is a custom-made suit, you imbecile! You've ruined it!" He pointed an accusing finger at a young Theodore.
Young Theo raised an eyebrow, refusing to accept all the blame. "A tailored suit, huh? You're quite the snob, aren't you? I'm sure it can be cleaned," he retorted, a touch of defiance in his voice.
Young Jace's features contorted with fury. "I'd rather be a snob than a commoner like you," he sneered, his words dripping with condescension.
A young Mia, still visibly upset by the situation, intervened in their escalating argument. "You two, stop it! You're acting like toerags," she scolded.
Young Theo turned to the young Mia, his wide eyes now shimmering with admiration, while young Jace remained stubbornly impassive. "I'm not a toerag. Take that back!"
"Are too," young Mia shot back, her chin held high and her eyes defiant.
"Are not!"
"Toerags?" Young Theo asked, his violet eyes reflecting innocence. "What is a toerag?"
The young versions of Jace and Mia, momentarily forgetting their argument, exchanged puzzled glances before bursting into laughter, the tension momentarily diffused by the innocence and simplicity of their younger selves.
"WHERE IS SHE?" Regulus roared as he stormed into the room, grabbing his brother by the lapels of his trench coat. "Sirius, I swear I'll kill you. Tell me where she is."
Sirius tried to push his brother away, raising his hands in surrender. "Fuck, let go of me!" he exclaimed. "I'm just as worried as you are, fuck you. Calm down!
James, Lily, Narcissa, and Lucius watched the two Black brothers in disbelief. They had witnessed their arguments countless times, but never had they seen Sirius and Regulus threaten to kill each other. Regulus, typically the calmer of the two, seemed ready to explode.
Narcissa spoke up, her voice trembling with concern. "What's going on?"
Regulus shoved Sirius away, sending him stumbling backward. With a swift kick, he knocked over a table, causing it to crash loudly to the floor. The onlookers took a cautious step back, wary of being caught in the crossfire of the Black brothers' temper.
"What's happening, Sirius?" James asked, his tone more serious now. "Why the urgency?"
Sirius sighed deeply, running a hand over his face without making eye contact with anyone. "Fuck, I don't know how to say this without you killing me," he muttered under his breath. "Lily, petrify him."
"Sirius, what's going on?" James demanded, his patience wearing thin. "You look deeply worried. Just tell us."
"Fuck, fuck," Sirius muttered, pacing back and forth.
"Sirius, damn it, tell me," James demanded with a mix of impatience and worry.
Sirius finally met their gaze, his face etched with anxiety. "Mia's missing," he said bluntly. "She's been missing for a week."
James's face went ashen, and he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of what Sirius had just said. "What did you just say?" he asked, his voice oddly calm.
"Fuck you Prongs, you heard me perfectly," Sirius replied, running a hand through his hair. "Your daughter and her friends have been missing for a whole week."
Amidst the shock and disbelief, Lily let out a horrified and anguished scream. It felt like a nightmare, a cruel déjà couldn't be happening again. This was all a nightmare, she told herself.
"My baby," Lily whispered, her voice filled with heartbreak. "My little..."
Narcissa, her eyes filled with distress, spoke up, "Why... why haven't I felt the same as you, Reggie? She's my goddaughter too; I should have sensed something."
"I... I don't know," Regulus replied, his own anguish evident. "All I know is that Mia has been missing for a week, and I can't feel her and we only found out now."
"I found out today too," Sirius added. "Harry told me."
"Is there any chance she's with the Borghese?" James asked, his brow furrowing in concern. "Could she be with them?"
"James," Regulus began, his voice heavy with sorrow, "if Mia were with them, I would feel her, but I don't."
FUCK!" James turned around and immediately punched the wall screaming, "SHIT! FUCK!"
Sirius, pacing the room in agitation, ran his fingers through his hair. Narcissa cried, and Lucius held her tightly. Regulus muttered incoherent thoughts. Lily trembled, her tears falling freely. James felt like history was repeating itself, a nightmare he thought they had left behind.
"We have to tell Isabelle and Lorenzo," Lily said, her voice broken. "Mia is their daughter. They have the right to know."
"Lily," James said, his voice filled with desperation, "if we tell them, they'll take her away from me. They'll take her away from us. We promised to take care of her, and she's disappeared."
"SHE'S THEIR DAUGHTER!" Regulus roared, his frustration boiling over. "GET THAT THROUGH YOUR FUCKING HEAD, POTTER!"
"James," Lily pleaded through her tears, taking his face in her trembling hands. "Regulus is right. She's their daughter too. They know Mia better than we do."
"But... but they'll blame us," James whispered, his heart heavy with dread.
"REALLY, JAMES?" Regulus shouted at him, his anger flaring. "YOUR DAUGHTER IS MISSING, AND YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT CUSTODY?"
Suddenly, the door swung open, and Enzo entered, his fury palpable. In a matter of seconds, he grabbed James and started to pummel him, fueled by his rage, while Sirius and Lucius tried desperately to separate them.
"WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAUGHTER, POTTER?" Enzo yelled at James, who lay on the ground, battered and bruised. "I left her with you, thinking she was safe!"
"Lorenzo, I don't know," James gasped, shielding himself from the blows as best as he could. "I swear, I don't know."
Lucius and Sirius finally managed to separate the two men. Enzo glared menacingly at James as Isabelle tried to calm him down.
"Can someone tell me exactly what happened?" Isabelle asked, her voice impassive.
"Mia has disappeared, along with Jace and Theo," Sirius explained, his voice heavy with worry. "We don't know where they are. Harry told me this morning; I had no idea."
"And their dragons?" Isabelle inquired, her gaze searching. "Where are they?"
"I don't know," Sirius admitted. "I assume they're in their grotto."
"Assumptions won't help us now," Enzo barked angrily.
They all hurried to the Targaryen grotto, where they found Charlie, surrounded by a group of dragon tamers, attempting to calm Balerion and Meraxes.
"What's happening here?" Enzo demanded, his gaze darting around in search of his daughter's dragon. "Where is Vhagar?"
Charlie looked troubled as he replied, "I don't know, Enzo. Balerion and Meraxes arrived three days ago without their riders, and Vhagar is nowhere to be found. We can't calm them down, no matter what we try."
"I'm going to issue an international Muggle and wizarding AMBER alert," James announced, his voice resolute.
"I'm going to find her," Enzo declared, crossing his arms firmly. "I won't involve the police, and I won't turn this into a media circus."
"Lorenzo, she's my daughter too," James argued, his determination unwavering. "Finding her is my top priority."
Enzo scoffed sarcastically. "Look how well that turned out for you," he retorted. "Just keep the Aurors away from my daughter."
"Can we please stop fucking arguing?" Regulus interjected, his frustration apparent. "Charlie, is there any way to track where the dragons went?"
Charlie sighed deeply, contemplating the question. "The only thing I can tell you is that the dragons reeked of black magic when they arrived here," he explained. "They came here because one of the boys must have ordered them."
"And we can't command them to show us where they went?" Regulus asked.
"Impossible," Charlie replied. "They only take orders from their riders."
"Then what do we do?" Lily questioned, her fear palpable. "We can't just sit here and do nothing."
"We investigate and wait," Regulus replied firmly. "James, we're going to handle this, just like we did the first time around."
"Regulus is right," Lucius added, speaking for the first time all afternoon. "People are already on edge due to Barty's actions. They don't need to know that the Potter heiress has gone missing again, especially when, in the first place, nobody knew if she was still alive. If they find out there's black magic involved, we'll end up on the front page of the Daily Prophet, and this will become a media circus."
Theo sat in the corner of Jace's room, his eyes heavy with worry and exhaustion. Jace lay in bed, still trapped in the grip of delirium as he muttered unintelligible words. Theo was on high alert, his attention snapping to Jace the moment he heard his voice.
"Princess, I…" Jace's voice was faint and strained, barely audible.
Theo immediately raised his head, his heart racing, but Jace remained ensnared in the vivid memories of his attempts to locate Mia.
"What happened?" Magnus's voice cut through the tense atmosphere as he entered the room.
Theo gestured helplessly toward Jace, his concern etched on his 's fingers glowed with a brilliant blue light as he began to move them across Jace's body. Jace's reactions were immediate, marked by pained moans and sharp gasps.
"What's happening?" Theo demanded, his fear growing with each passing moment.
"We're losing him," Magnus replied, his voice edged with urgency as he continued his examination. "If we don't find Mia now, Jace could die."
Theo's heart clenched at the statement. He couldn't bear to entertain the thought of Mia being dead, but he had to voice his fear. "How do you know Mia isn't dead?" he asked, his voice trembling with dread.
"Because if Mia was dead, Jace wouldn't have the Parabatai rune," Magnus explained, his worry mirroring Theo's. "But we need to find her, or Jace will not make it."
Vhagar soared through the dark skies, her massive wings cutting through the chilly night air. Her frantic howls echoed in the emptiness as she desperately scanned the vast expanse of the Black Sea. The moon occasionally peeked through the thick clouds, casting dim light upon the turbulent waters.
In the midst of this desolation, Vhagar's heart pounded with anguish. She longed for her beloved rider, and her eyes, gleaming with the intensity of a dragon's grief, darted anxiously over the , amidst the sea's inky blackness, she spotted a solitary figure perched on a drifting rock. It was Mia, her clothes torn and her body marked by scratches. She looked drenched and lifeless.
With great care, Vhagar descended to the rock, her claws gripping it gently to avoid harming her precious rider. She draped one of her colossal wings protectively over Mia, enveloping her in a loving embrace. Vhagar's fiery breath, as soft as a comforting blanket, dispelled the frigid chill that had settled around them.
Mia lay motionless, but under Vhagar's tender care, she slowly began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, and her breathing steadied. Vhagar gazed at her with a mix of concern, love, and immense relief.
"Vhagar..." Mia whispered weakly.
Vhagar lowered her massive head, her concern palpable in her dragon eyes. She responded with a low, rumbling growl that seemed to say she would never leave Mia alone.
"Where... where are we?" Mia asked, gradually regaining her awareness.
In response, Vhagar emitted another soft, comforting roar, assuring Mia that she was safe and cared for. Mia struggled to sit up, and the memories of her ordeal began to flood back. Azkaban. Dementors. Jace's anguished .
Just then a sharp pain pierced her heart, and Mia gasped in agony. Vhagar growled in concern as Mia examined herself and saw her Parabatai rune glowing intensely red, burning as if seared by a hot iron. Jace, her Jace was dying.