I´m really sorry about this, I really haven't been able to sit down and write in the last couple of weeks, I've updated just one history and because I had that chapter ready, I've been at war with my condominium since I moved, am still even if it's been a month since I got here. One hell of a month, sure. I try and take it all in stride though, maybe they think they're doing me a favor by running me out of here.
Consequences of living in a lawless town. Each has to fend for its own and people here don't really care about something someone else pays, it seems to anger them and really inconvenience them that I decided to install Wi-Fi. They collectively decided to screw me over. I only had WiFi for 14 days even though I paid upfront for September. Right, you´re here to read fanfiction, not to learn about demons in my condo. Do let me know what you all think, thanks in advance.
Warning: Weasley bashing, mostly Ron. May have come a bit late, but here it is xD
Waking up from slumber with a sense of urgency was something Harry was used to experience, but it had been about nightmares in the past, visions about what Voldemort was doing or wanted to do. This time… he didn't know why he was having these dreams, for a lack of another world to call it.
He kept seeing this girl that appeared to be fading even as she stood in front of him. She looked angry, but also sad. And she was trying to speak but he couldn't get what she was trying to tell him.
She had blond long hair past her hips and golden eyes.
He tried to listen but her words got lost in the middle, there was a storm and she was standing at the other side. They were in some ruins he´d never seen before.
It seems he was destined to face weird things or fate still had some unexplainable experiences he needed to face after fighting Voldemort. But he didn't have the slightest clue about this.
Draco didn't pry, even if Harry woke him up almost daily for his dreams. They were on the airplane to Australia and they hadn't slept last night. Harry´s recurrent dream took a turn for the worse and he dreamed about things he couldn't explain.
Luna told him in her own manner he had nothing to worry about, but he couldn't help it. Old habits die hard.
His dreams in the past foreshadowed atrocities and he had to communicate them to others so he could make sure no one was hurt. Or that he won't be deceived and lead others to their deaths as he did with Sirius.
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She woke up with a start and ran straight to the bathroom. So anticlimactic and completely unbelievable a couple of months ago, hell, "she" was a "he". What could be stranger than that?
That was enough to turn some heads even in the current era. Morning sickness was a bitch, period. This whole ordeal made respect for women being something to be enforced in the future.
_ I´m sorry- her brother whispered, collecting her hair so it won't be in the way of her vomiting her guts out.
Yoh was like this ever since they found out about the child. The situation was… bizarre to call it something. It just was.
Usually, he knew better than to apologize for something he couldn't control. It was against his whole life philosophy and Hao hated it.
However, her reproach will have to wait until she finished throwing up her very first meal. If her mother was still somewhere, she surely was having fun watching her go through with this whole ordeal. After experiencing this on first hand, she loved her mother even more than before if that was possible.
They stayed upstairs in the mornings to give the family a semblance of normalcy- as much as it could be maintained since nothing about this was "normal" by any means- and also their much needed privacy. Hao knew everything that happened and their inner thoughts; nothing was a secret for God after all.
Even so, that didn't except her from trials. This was the most vexing trial she had faced in a couple of centuries and that was saying something.
_. Why do you apologize so much? This wasn't something you could prevent or control. The situation is something I didn't foresee. The least I could do is take responsibility. Ana died to protect you all. Hana, your unborn child- even if it's also my child now- and you, she did it out of her own volition and that bought us some time to save the others. I'm just fulfilling what she couldn't do, taking over her body is something I did to save her essence and not break her life cycle so she could reincarnate if she so wished. Yaabisu and the others won't rest until they can't eliminate you all and take my position. You didn't sign up for this and if I can't even protect my own shamans then I was never fit to be God in the first place.
_. It just… feels like the right thing to do. - Yoh admitted without meeting her eye. Hao understood. She really did, it was awkward, painful and beyond that to stare at the face of your deceased wife but not quite, and having to live beside "her".
_ Just… don't- Hao said- Someone is coming. I don't know if they are dangerous or not, but I keep feeling it. Whoever it is they´re powerful.
_ I believe Hermione said something about one of her friends coming.
_ I don't know how much the others might know about these magicals. I didn't know anything and no one told me something about it, seeing how things went, I'm not surprised. - If the last part was said somehow bitterly, Yoh didn't comment on it. The other gods turned out to be vicious, vindictive and really eager to destroy their newest addition. This really challenged his views on the world and his life´s philosophy. If God could be so cruel, then he certainly didn't shape the entire world. Each God was responsible for the world he received and the world he had created after receiving the crown… but… who had been the first? The one that created it all and then disappeared. It couldn't be a spirit or ghost. Where was he? They really could use a hand now. The other gods needed to be stopped and held accountable for everything they had done.
Hao wanted to end humans and just leave the shamans but even with his merciless methods of the past and how he was single- mindedly driven to enforce things his own way, he wasn't needlessly cruel. He just pretended to be.
That was what made him different from the other gods.
This Yaabisu character was the face of God obsessed with money, one of the worst enemies they had to face in order to save everyone. His shamans were on the look-out for their party and they barely avoided being found. They needed a turn or things mind end up on a bleak end for them.
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Hermione was giddy and nervous at the same time, she really didn't know how Harry might react until reaching Australia, and she still has trouble processing everything. It wasn't easy by any means, her parents looked more like her siblings now, and she had actual siblings now. A lot of them, all with different personalities and even if she knew that they technically weren't her siblings, not really. She saw them as such. They were innocent children now. She didn't know how to feel towards Yoh and Hao; they surely did this because they saw no other choice. But they did make her believe her parents were dead, only after she sent them to the other side of the world to save them from death eaters.
Her parents weren't angry at any of them, and that kind of made her own anger pointless. Even understanding that didn't help it vanish though. It just lost the target but simmered under surface. It was remarkable she hadn't lashed out at someone yet.
The rambunctious lot finished breakfast and her father promised to drive her to the airport, she was so eager that her siblings made fun of her and she even got her tongue out at them from her seat. She hadn't even envisioned herself as an older sister, now she had an army of little kids looking up to her. even if she knew deep down these people weren't really her siblings and this was all a ploy of Hao and Yoh to protect them from harm.
All of this happened and she found herself in the middle of something she wouldn't imagine in her wildest dreams, she always had been a rational person, but this was beyond the limits she had adapted herself. This only came to prove that possibilities were endless. Everything was possible, quite literally.
That god, or the gods hadn't interfered hands on because they didn't even know wizards and witches existed.
Sharing a house with God had been… revealing.
If asked, Hermione might've thought that out of the two Asakura siblings, Yoh was god.
He had that serenity air about him, he seemed so ethereal and gave of a vibe that nothing could ever anger him. But he also seemed incredibly sad. And she didn't want to pry, she had to keep her tongue in cheek around him, she burned to ask what had happened.
He only ever smiled to the kids and even then it seemed fake. It didn't reach his eyes. he walked and went through daily motions in automatic and… if she didn't know for a fact he and Hao were siblings she might've sworn they were married. Yoh took such care of her every need. It was a far cry of how things had been with Ron at the end, when everything stabilized after the war, it was as if something broke and they couldn't bring it back no matter how hard they tried… or faked that nothing had happened.
It just didn't feel like she mattered to Ron at the end, when he refused to come along with her and find her parents. It finally snapped and couldn't be repaired.
This was important for her. her parents could've been Ron´s parents in law and not even that swayed him a bit. He and every Weasley she´d spoken to had insisted on her need to wait. Wait what exactly? Maybe they´d be good served if she never came here to look for her parents and instead stayed on the Burrow subjected to their every need in order to be recognized as a good daughter in law. She didn't know what to think anymore.
_ Jane? We´re here darling- her father startled her as he touched her shoulder. Her mind had been wandering and she hadn't even realized they reached the airport.
_ Thanks dad- she said, getting out of the car and almost running inside, she had really missed Harry. And she wanted to see if he was alright, a little sceptic about his wellbeing even if he wasn't completely alone with the Malfoys, Luna didn't count as enough security in her books.
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Harry felt dazed, ever since they had neared Australia he felt weird. Draco had drilled him enough trying to source the origin of his queasiness but so far nothing worked. Luna was humming absentmindedly and Narcisa watched over them like a hawk. She levelled Harry with a steady glare, as if scanning him. And he even blushed, not used to it. Not even Hermione had looked at him like that, it was how a mother looked at you when she was trying to asses if you did something wrong and should be scolded, at least, that´s what Luna and Draco told him when he asked them.
Harry had interacted with Mrs. Weasley before, but this was different. He had been coddled and looked after in the Burrow amongst the Weasley bunch, but… he always felt as if she was working too much. He never hadn't forgotten about his first train ride with Ron, how he complained about his mother forgetting his food preferences… why then she remembered his own?
Ron was insecure and wanted to be reassured and recognized by his own achievements, Harry had reasoned that insecurity came from being ignored or unwittingly forgotten by his mother, and he really felt uncomfortable being put in that position of constantly having to reassure him and deal with his jealous outburst or his bouts of insecurity, or his angry outburst.
They were waiting for their luggage, Narcisa and Draco had shrunk their own but Luna and Harry didn't want to do so, the first one because she wanted to experience "the full experience of muggle travel" and Harry because he didn't want to admit he had difficulty casting that. Ever since he repaired his wand with the elder wand, he noticed he struggled with some spells he´d tried to cast afterwards, the shrinking charm being amongst them.
He´d wanted to throw away the elder wand, truly.
But after snapping it and throwing it away, it appeared on his nightstand when he woke up after the battle of Hogwarts, completely mended and sitting atop the polished wood looking perfectly innocent when it was nothing but.
No one knew about it, it was his best kept secret. The only one he´d ever keep successfully.
And that darned wand was getting hot.
Not enough to burn him, it was warm. But the question is… why?