The trio in Draco's family castle was preparing as much as they could so when they get to Harry, they would be good for a while. Neville was obviously in charge of herbs, plants, gardening, and even scrolls or books documenting discoveries. Luna, on the other hand, was in charge of collecting astronomy, general books, and really anything she pleased. Draco was responsible for potions, alchemy, and general supplies, including food.
As they reconvened after a few hours, they were sitting in the dining room chatting as they were waiting for the house elves to bring out their food. All of a sudden, there were two loud, high-pitched pops and the appearance of the twins. They carried a backpack each, and in between them was a trunk that they probably couldn't shrink down.
The twin on the left was George Weasley. He is 6'4", very slender build, fair-skinned with a sprinkling of freckles, and gorgeous pale blue eyes. The twin on the right was Fred Weasley. Fred looked exactly the same as George but with different clothing and a larger personality. George wore tan cargo pants, a white shirt, and a green flannel. Fred wore green cargo pants, a tan flannel, and a white shirt that housed a few stains from past experiments for their company.
"Aeolous! Boeotus! You guys made it! I am so happy! Soon the 7 will be together, but 9 is an even better number," Luna rapidly spoke as she jumped over the table and hugged George and Fred, respectively.
"We didn't know you wankers would even be here still. We figured we would have to use the necklace." Fred and George spoke in unison.
"A Malfoy never runs from his home unless absolutely necessary," Draco jokingly responds as he too follows Luna's actions to hug the pair. Neville got up right after and calmly walked around the table to the twins.
"What were you waiting for? Didn't you know the house elves went back to their magical plane of existence because ours was deemed too dangerous?" George said openly, showing his confusion across his face. His red eyebrows were furrowed, his nose scrunched up, and his mouth wide open.
"That's a load of shite. I'm going to check their nooks"
"I'll come with you!" Neville instantly replies as he catches up to a speed-walking Draco.
Luna and the twins caught up pretty fast as well all three having long legs. The business the twins created was booming until the revenants invaded Diagon Alley. There was such a large hoard of them some buildings were torn down.
The hoard had to be close to thousands in number. Fred explained his first-hand account. The revenants were so dumb yet instinctively a gold mine. Fred's eyes were locked onto a single zombie-like creature. He or well, it followed the scent of a bleeding lady throughout a shop despite her best efforts to hide her blood and self.
The revenant was mostly intact. There was a bite mark on the hand of the young man. Its veins were bulging out of his skin. The purple color was very vibrant against his almost sickly yellow skin. His counterparts stupidly walked into walls, posts, trash, stalls, and even each other. But the sheer size demolished everything in their path.
By the time the pair packed up their personal items in the book bag and all the inventions they could fit into the trunk, the revenants were tearing into their lobby.
"Did you try to hit them with a spell in the head? My brothers? Are you hurt anywhere?"
"No, Luna, we mostly flew above the alley with our brooms and didn't stop until we thought it was safe" They found a cute little witch's hut who let them apparate on their property to their family.
Before they could finish debating, Neville and Draco sprinted into the dining room in a blind panic.
"THERE GONE. WE CHECKED EVERYWHERE THE TWINS WERE RIGHT" screamed Draco while Neville almost collapsed due to his deep breathing.
"At least this means we can raid the linens, kitchen, and cleaning supplies without giving them heart attacks!" Luna happily piped up, which began their journey to the kitchen. They took all the non-perishable and spelled the perishable to stay fresh inside a bag. They grabbed cooking herbs, cleaning supplies, and proceeded into the elf's storage unit.
In the unit, they grabbed a lot of helpful things. They grabbed a tent, 10 sleeping bags, hunting gear, a muggle shotgun with ammo, and a ton of knives. There was also a ton of first aid they shoved into their bags as well.
After the absolute ransacking of the castle, they compressed everything they needed to into the customized backpacks Harry gifted them many years prior. They got everything ready to go as soon as it felt right, or gods forbid revenants break into the castle.
Meanwhile…
Harry and Charon set off on their journey to feed each other. Harry was in his animungus form, which happens to be a raven. Ravens symbolize hardships, protectiveness, death, and spiritual insight. Harry flew a few feet above Charon and, every once in a while, would caw so Charon would hunt and catch whatever she pleased. Thankfully, all she needed help doing was skinning and placing it in the bag to take home. Harry was not using her for manual labor at all. He swears.
An hour or so went by, so they took a break by sitting underneath a large trunked oak tree. Harry was in human form, and Charon was happily cuddling her dad. When Charon began to get impatient, she would grumble until Harry let her go home. She liked being in places she felt comfortable in.
He let her go back as long as she guarded the tent. Before he turned back into his raven form, he reached for his necklace, and it wasn't there. He began to look high and low for it. The tear was nearly torn to shreds by his magic during his panic. It was nowhere to be found. He needs it.
Harry then turned into a beautiful dark black raven with dark green eyes and a tinge of green on his feathers. He hopped to a nearby branch and took off. He loved the bird's eye view of forests; hopefully, he could spot his necklace somewhere along his flight. The ongoing green canopy with meadows and a house or two deep within the woods. On his way back, he was beginning to get tired and landed on a branch.
The branch itself was crooked but seemed plenty stable for his small body weight as a raven. As Harry sat admiring the current meadow, he could see he began to get the worst energy he had ever felt in his life. It was burning, malicious, but almost calming.
Before he could finish figuring out where it was coming from, he felt another shift in the energy, so he hopped to his right, nearly missing an arrow through the chest. He was about to fly off when he was shot right side of his bird belly. Harry was so in shock he transformed back into his human shape.
Daryl didn't even blink when it happened. He immediately rushed over to Harry to hold the wound closed so it could coagulate. As soon as Harry flinched when Daryl tried to help.
"Snap the arrow in half and tie some sort of cloth around it. After you do that, I'll be on my way. "Harry begrudgingly said.
"This is why I hate British people. They are so dumb. I just shot you let me help or I will throw u over my shoulder and kidnap you"
"Then what stopping you?" Harry struck back.
"That was the wrong move, British man." Daryl tore his green flannel and wrapped it around Harry's body. Once he knew it was secure, he lifted Harry up and carried him like a sack of potatoes.
Somewhere on the way back, Harry passed out from blood loss. When they got to the Peach, Daryl threw the door open, stepped over the ritual he did this morning, and brought him to the guest bedroom.
Merle saw what was happening and rushed from the kitchen, bellowing, "At least I didn't kill anyone, and I went to jail 3 times."
"Shut the fuck up, Merle. I couldn't just leave him there. I thought I was shooting a bird, but instead, he turned into a damn human like Granny's stories"
"You're shitting me, I want proof. If he wakes up, then we will know. If he didn't, I'm telling everyone you killed someone," Merle dismissed Daryl
Over the next day or so, Harry slowly bled out. Daryl did his best to get the arrow out, but there must have been a chunk of it in there still. Daryl blamed himself for the murder of this man lying on the bed across from him.
He has killed animals but never Humans, so this rocked him to his core. He would never admit it to anyone. He would seem too wimpy, especially in Merle's eyes. He does not want to have the power to end someone's life.
Early in the morning, Harry turned light grey and did not seem like he was breathing.
Meanwhile…
In Harry's dream, he was in a dark meadow with dead flowers, a pomegranate tree, dead bushes, and even a little river with boats of people passing by. As he was observing; A dark-cloaked figure stepped out from behind the tree, reached out to Harry's face with skeletal fingers, and spoke
"Hello, my heir. I am glad I got one as good as you. Why haven't you spoken to me sooner?"
"NO! I am no one's heir. I gave that up years ago. I didn't even know you existed until now" Harry panicked
"You'll understand later, then just remember you can't die. It is such a hassle for me to catch your soul before the descent into judgment. If you keep dying, I may just let your soul drift in the River Styx for a little bit before collecting you," the figure said before disappearing.
Harry immediately shot up in the mortal plane and groaned in pain. Which causes the man next to him to wake up. The man is staring at Harry in disbelief. Daryl immediately saw the dark green eyes- everything Granny said made sense.
"You died. But you're here? Did I smoke some shit in my sleep?"
"Yeah, I do that. You may be freaked out by this, but there's something I have to do. Accio arrow chunk. Ekipsy." Harry took his wand out of his holster and let Daryl watch as the chunk of wood flew out of Harry's sternum and into his hand. Daryl watched in fascination as the wound stitched itself. The cells began growing toward each other, interlocking as they connected until there was nothing left. There was a slight scar after everything was healed. It was nearly unnoticeable; someone would have to work very hard to see it.
Daryl immediately got up and went to get his older brother. He nearly sprinted out of the spare room and knocked Merle over in the hallway.
"What the fuck, shit bag? Granny and I didn't raise u to ruin her carpet," Merle grunted out, picking up the bag of chips he was munching on
"Fuck off, this is important. He's the one Granny told us about. His arrow wound is just gone. He waved this stick around, and it wasn't there no more. First the bird man and now the wound. It's him. I know it." Daryl said with so much conviction it made Merle's hair stand on its end
"Ain't no way the scrawny Brit is our eternal happiness. I need evidence of this stick waving. He ain't allowed to leave no more- he's ours to watch over"
They both walked the few feet into the guest room and found Harry sprawled out with his shirt raised up at his back. There were large, almost whip markings with skin sticking above with rest with scar tissue. Scars, large and small, littered his whole body.
"He's a damn cockroach. You can't kill him. I like that." Merle laughed as he went to go back fucking around with some potions.
Daryl just stayed and stared for a while longer and thought. He didn't know what he was feeling. He didn't know what to think. So he just stared. He was unsure how long he stayed there but later left to finish the second half of his ritual.
He the floor, he sees circles upon circles in with almost a flower shape to it. The grid itself is called the Flower of Life.
This ritual is one of Granny's favorites. This ritual is a simple crystal one. The first portion involves flowers, candles, and incense. Daryl did that portion in the morning. The second portion is when the crystals come into play.
There is a singular large piece of labradorite in the center. Labradorite is known as the Magician and promotes psychic abilities. It is extremely protective and shields one's aura from all negative influences. Labradorite is the crown and Third eye Chakra.
Surrounding the labradorite is 12 smaller pieces of hematite. Hematite is placed in a Star-of-David-esque star. This stone protects, grounds, and reflects negative energy back to the sender. This represents the root chakra.
Different shapes of crystals have various meanings as well as different power levels. The next stone is Clear Quartz. Clear Quartz is a very well-known all-purpose healer. This stone is perfect for amplifying all energy and intentions of other crystals around them. There are 4 clear quartz tumbles and 4 clear quartz points.
Tumbles with their round shape radiates the energy or vibrations around the area or in all aspects of their user's life. Points are very sharp and target certain areas in the user's life that need it the most.
Crystal Grids are meant to amplify the crystal's intents. This certain combination works with intention and vibration to help ensure whatever one is seeking in life. They can be used for just about anything.
This particular set is meant for protection and magik development. Granny always loved this as she said all the time, "You can never have too much protection. It's called being safe, not being crazy". Sometimes she would even wink at the brothers whenever they asked why they needed magik development in the first case.
Daryl may not understand why, but he would always do this particular crystal grid when he felt he missed Granny a little extra. This time he just felt like he needed to do it. Daryl always follows his instincts, so he does not even think of second-guessing it.
As he was placing the crystal, he would repetitively think about healing the man asleep in their guest bedroom and their hearts since the boys were still in such disarray from losing Granny. To finish the placement, he lit the candles in the room and traced the outline of the Flower of Life with a large selenite wand. This activated the grid, and immediately slight energy rolled off of it.
At Harry's tent, Charon was getting very restless but could not leave the tent breaking the command Harry gave her.
Little did everyone know, something big was about to go down. The event the world has been waiting for.