STELLAR JOURNEY
In the silence of the night, as the moon cast a silver light over the gloomy landscape, Harry pulled a small object from his pocket. It was a meticulously carved brooch, depicting the fusion of two patronuses: an otter and a stag, a symbol of the deep connection between him and Hermione. He held it gently between his fingers, letting the moonlight bathe it in a soft, magical glow.
Remus watched with curiosity and respect as Harry held the brooch in his hand. Remus's expression was filled with understanding, knowing that this object had special meaning to Harry and Hermione.
"This brooch..." Harry began, his voice was soft but full of emotion "Hermione gave it to me as a gift, uniting our patronuses. The otter that represents her patronus mutates into a doe.
Remus's eyes flashed with recognition as he listened to Harry. He had witnessed many displays of love and connection over the years, but this small object seemed to encapsulate the essence of Harry and Hermione's relationship in a unique way.
Remus seemed to weigh Harry's words for a moment before speaking.
"Harry, are you sure you want to use this as the object for transfiguration? It carries a significant emotional charge."
Harry nodded determinedly, keeping his gaze fixed on the brooch in his hand.
"I know what it means, and what it represents Remus, but this brooch was made by two really powerful patronuses, ours. I want to find Hermione any way I can, and if this item can help us do that, then I'm willing to take the risk."
Harry's response was filled with determination and a deep desire to be reunited with Hermione, no matter what obstacles stood in his way. Remus nodded respectfully, acknowledging Harry's strength of will and dedication to bringing Hermione back.
Determinedly, Harry held the brooch in his hand, feeling the familiar texture. His mind was focused on the transfiguration spell. He breathed deeply, feeling the magic pooling in his being as he spoke the words of the spell.
"Lucidus Reflectio."
As the words left his lips, the brooch began to glow with a silver light, which intensified with each passing second.
The otter and deer figures distorted briefly before transforming into a smooth, reflective surface. Harry felt his magic intertwine with the object, guiding him through the transfiguration.
The glow grew more intense until it became dazzling. A current of magical energy flowed between Harry and the brooch as if they were connected in an instant of deep alchemy. The spell runes seemed to come to life in the air, dancing and spinning as the transfiguration process was completed.
Slowly, the light faded, leaving behind a beautiful silver mirror in Harry's hand. The clasp of his patronus had transformed into a polished and shiny surface.
Taking a deep breath Harry focused on the next step; he had to recite the spell to open the labyrinth of mirror dimensions.
" Mens Duplicitas, Reflecta Conjunctio!"
The air was charged with intense, dark magic, the mirrors trembled and vibrated violently. The reflective surfaces began to crack, releasing flashes of black energy. The alternate dimension seemed to twist in response to the power of the spell. The spell culminated in a deafening explosion, the mirrors shattering into pieces, releasing a shock wave of energy.
The spell resonated in the air, creating a magical echo that vibrated in every corner of the shadowy landscape. The darkness seemed to come to life, billowing like a whirlwind around Harry and Remus, twisting and turning in a frenzy that reflected the chaos contained in the mirrors. Silver sparkles flashed in the midst of the storm, creating a hypnotic and mysterious spectacle.
Mirrors emerged from the middle of the whirlwind, spinning and dancing in a choreography of distorted magic. Some were small and glided like floating leaves, others were large and majestic, reflecting intermittent glimpses of unknown landscapes.
The chaos and power of magic pulsed around them, a constant reminder of the complexity and unpredictability of what they were trying to achieve. The mirrors started to form an ethereal, glowing hallway that lead to an unknown destination.
Suddenly, in a flash of silver light, the largest mirror yet appeared in the center of the whirlwind. It seemed to vibrate with an energy of its own as if it were calling out to Harry. The image contained within it was cloudy and blurred, but Harry could just make out the figure of a woman collapsed on the floor, pale and fragile.
The Hermione of this dimension, consumed by darkness and despair, finally understood what was happening. Her eyes widened with a mix of fury and fear as she watched as Harry and Lupin opened the portal to the labyrinth of mirrored dimensions.
Dark Hermione stepped forward; her hands outstretched with a wild, furious expression on her face in an attempt to stop Harry.
"I won't allow her to return!" she exclaimed in a tense voice full of determination. Her voice was an echo of the suffering and rage she had experienced in this alternate dimension.
Remus stepped between her and Harry, his gaze filled with worry and sadness.
"Hermione, you have to stop. You can't stop Harry from trying to bring his wife back, " he said softly but firmly.
The dark Hermione cast a glare filled with hostility at Remus, her mind filled with the need to keep Harry by her side. However, Lupin did not relent, his presence physically and emotionally imposing.
Harry looked towards the mirror where he could see the figure of a woman collapsed on the floor, pale and fragile trapped in the maze of mirrors.
He made up his mind and approached the dark Hermione, his expression filled with determination.
"Please, Hermione," he said with a voice thick with emotion, "understand that what I'm doing is the right thing. I need to get my wife back; I need to take her back with me… I can't abandon her."
Dark Hermione's eyes reflected a mix of conflict and pain. Her gaze fixed on Harry with desperate intensity.
"Hermione, facing your reality and accepting what has happened is the only path to redemption. You can't keep Harry in this dimension. He needs to find his wife and get back to where he belongs."
Dark Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, fighting her own inner demons. Finally, she opened her eyes and her words came out full of anger.
"I won't allow it! I won't let them take her," she declared with a trembling, determined voice.
"I'm sorry... " Harry murmured to the dark Hermione, his voice full of regret and compassion. Without hesitation, he turned around and began to enter the hallway formed by the glowing mirrors. Every step he took brought him closer to his goal.
Dark Hermione, was not ready to let him go so easily, with a desperate rage filled scream she pushed harshly at Remus lunging at Harry to try and stop him. Her hand reaching to grasp his arm, to hold him, to pull him back to her
Remus immediately intervened again, his grip firm but filled with sadness, holding her arms gently but with enough strength to keep her at bay. His eyes reflected a mixture of compassion and determination as he tried to stop the dark Hermione's desperate impulses.
"I'm sorry, Hermione," Lupin murmured, looking directly into her eyes. "I can't let you stop Harry. He needs to find his wife and bring her back. This is the right thing to do."
Harry continued forward, determined to get his wife back, while the dark Hermione struggled against Lupin's arms, her expression a mixture of anger, pain and resistance. Her eyes glowed with a frantic intensity as she tried to break free and follow Harry.
Remus looked at her sadly, understanding the internal torment she was experiencing. He knew that this Hermione was suffering too, trapped in the darkness and sadness of this dimension. However, he knew he couldn't let her actions stop Harry from continuing.
The glass of the mirror seemed to vibrate with an energy of its own, as if it were calling to Harry. The image it reflected was murky and blurry, but as Harry got closer, the image began to clear and take shape.
He saw fragments of scenes that were not from his memories, they were moments from the life of the Hermione of this dimension. He saw her kissing him passionately, and felt a wave of pain, as if he had betrayed his Hermione.
He saw his children, James and Lilly, disappearing into the time turner, and his little daughter Rose, crying and scared in an empty house. Fear and anguish took over him as he saw those images, and for a moment, he felt like everything was falling apart around him.
Harry remembered Remus's words at that moment, about the mirrored dimensions, where mirrors could be deceptive, and when he recited the spell, his mind would connect with that of the trapped person, it would be possible for him to see what that person had done in mirrors.
Everything made sense in that moment. What he saw in the mirrors was what Hermione had surely seen. Although the image of seeing his children disappear into the time turner and his little daughter alone crying was quite terrifying.
"Images in mirrors can distort reality and play with our emotions. Don't be fooled by them. Go ahead and find Hermione, your true purpose."
Harry fought the whirlwind of emotions that overwhelmed him. Although the images had shaken him, he remembered the deep love he shared with his Hermione and the promise he had made to find her.
With his heart racing, Harry didn't hesitate. He took a step forward and stepped into the whirlwind, feeling the magic engulf him like a gale. Every step he took was like passing through an invisible barrier, and his mind filled with a constant buzz as he moved towards the figure reflected in the mirror.
Finally, when he crossed the threshold between worlds, Harry emerged in a distorted reality. The scene around him seemed to fluctuate and change, as if he were seeing through a distorted kaleidoscope. And there, in the middle of the confusion, was Hermione.
His Hermione was slumped on the floor, her figure thin and emaciated. Her skin seemed almost translucent; her eyes closed in deep sleep. The drain of energy and magic she had suffered was evident in her frail appearance and the way her body trembled occasionally.
Her brown hair was dishevelled and her clothes looked worn. But despite her weakness, she was still the Hermione that Harry knew and loved. There was an air of determination on her face even in her unconscious state, as if she was fighting an internal battle even in her sleep.
Harry knelt next to her, his heart clenching at seeing her in that state. He reached out a trembling hand to caress her pale cheek, feeling a mixture of relief and despair. He had found His Hermione, but he was also faced with the harsh reality of what she had endured.
With a shaky breath, Harry murmured her name, his voice soft and heavy with emotion. It was an attempt to let her know that he had come for her, that he would not leave her alone in that darkness. Magic and mystery continued to dance around them, but at that moment, their souls were connected at the center of the storm: Harry and Hermione who had been trapped in the middle of the labyrinth of mirrored dimensions.
His heart was pounding as he held her, feeling an overwhelming mix of love and concern. He looked at her carefully, taking note of how her face was pale and her lips barely moved with each weak breath.
"Hermione... I'm here," Harry murmured, caressing her cheek tenderly. His green eyes filled with tears as he lost himself in her face, longing to see her awake and smiling once again.
Gently, Harry picked her up in his arms, feeling her body fragile and light due to the lack of magical energy. The care with which he held her contrasted with the urgency of the situation. They had to get out of there before the labyrinth completely collapsed.
However, each step he took to return seemed more difficult than he had anticipated. The maze continued to twist and distort around them as if trying to keep them trapped in its dark embrace. Harry fought against the forces trying to hold him back and moved forward, carrying Hermione in his arms.
Finally, Harry emerged from the maze, carrying Hermione with him, his chest burning with relief and exhaustion. He placed her carefully on the ground, his worried look on her pale, still face.
Harry watched as the maze of mirrored dimensions began to collapse behind them. The mirrors that had formed the whirlwind cracked and fragmented into pieces, some of which faded into nothingness. However, not all of them disappeared completely; a few remained standing, though now broken and distorted. The sound of breaking glass echoed in the air as the labyrinth crumbled, and the ground seemed to tremble beneath their feet.
Harry felt a mixture of relief and sadness as he watched the dark place that had trapped them slowly fade, they had been through an experience they would never forget. Around them, broken mirrors reflected each other, creating fragmented flashes of light that seemed to dance in the gloom. They were silent witnesses of what had happened, reminders of the multiple realities that had converged.
Although the atmosphere was still turbulent and chaotic, Harry blocked everything else from his mind and focused on the task of freeing her from the effects of the maze. He knew he had to be careful, as mirror magic was treacherous and dangerous.
With a determined sigh, Harry began to focus his magic on Hermione's body. He closed his eyes and immersed himself in his magical force, feeling it flow through him. Slowly, he began to weave a healing and releasing spell, channeling his love and energy into her.
As the spell came to life, a soft light began to emanate from Harry's hands, enveloping Hermione in a warm, healing glow. The effects of the energy and magic drain began to dissipate, and his face seemed to relax slightly as his breathing became deeper and more regular.
The magic of the spell intertwined with the magic of the labyrinth, creating a complex dance of energy and light. Harry continued to concentrate, guiding the spell carefully as he struggled to break the dark ties that still bound Hermione.
Gradually, the turbulent atmosphere began to calm down, and the mirrors surrounding Hermione lost their distortion and chaos. In its place, a soft golden glow appeared, a sign that the spell was working and the labyrinth was releasing its control.
Finally, with a sigh of relief, Hermione's eyes blinked and slowly opened. He met Harry's green eyes, filled with love and relief, but also concern for the weakened state he was in.
Although she had regained consciousness, her body was still exhausted by the dark magic that had trapped her. Hermione blinked several times, focusing her gaze on Harry's worried face. Slowly, she tried to stand up with his help, but her legs wobbled, forcing her to lean on him for balance.
The initial confusion in her gaze gradually dissipated, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Harry..." she whispered softly; her voice slightly raspy after her long period of unconsciousness. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at him as if she couldn't believe he was there, safe and sound.
Harry smiled tenderly; his eyes also filled with tears.
"I'm here, Hermione. I will always be here" Carefully, he hugged her tightly, feeling how she clung to him as if afraid he would disappear.
As they hugged each other, the atmosphere around them began to calm down even more. The mirrors stopped distorting and spinning, and the golden light of the spell enveloped them in a feeling of peace and tranquillity.
Slowly, Harry and Hermione pulled away from each other, their gazes meeting with deep, sincere love.
With trembling but tender hands, Harry caressed Hermione's face. His gaze met hers, and in that moment, all words seemed unnecessary.
Without saying a word, Harry leaned forward and captured her lips in a tender but passionate kiss. It conveyed all the emotions he was feeling at that moment: love, longing, joy, and a deep sense of connection. Hermione responded to the kiss with equal intensity, her arms wrapping around Harry's neck as they clung to each other.
Meanwhile, Remus was still struggling to contain the Hermione of this dimension. She resisted, her eyes filled with a mix of fury and desperation. However, as time passed, Remus could feel his strength and magic gradually weakening. There was something in the air, a feeling of change, and Lupin knew he couldn't hold it in for much longer.
In the midst of this internal conflict, Lupin took one last look at Harry and Hermione, who were still hugging and lost in their world. Although his own heart was broken by the loss of the Hermione he knew, he understood that their love was real and deep.
Harry and Hermione slowly separated from their kiss, their foreheads still touching as they shared a deep, intimate moment.
"I love you," Harry whispered shakily, his green eyes meeting Hermione's.
Hermione smiled tenderly, her fingers gently caressing Harry's face.
"I love you too, always."
Harry looked into Hermione's teary eyes, still holding her in his arms. After the kiss they shared, relief and excitement flooded their hearts. Hermione, still dazed from the experience in the mirror maze, finally broke the silence.
"How did you do it? How did you manage to get me out of there?" Hermione asked in a shaky voice, her eyes searching his for answers.
Harry smiled tenderly at her, looking at her fondly.
"It was a team effort, Hermione. Remus and I found a spell in a book he had, "Tempus Magicae Tenebris". We used an object that had a strong connection between you and me, the brooch you gave me. I transfigured it into a mirror and then used the spell to open the portal to the labyrinth of mirrored dimensions. It was the only way to bring you back.
Hermione nodded, taking in the information. But when Harry mentioned Remus, she slowly turned to look at the professor, and her eyes met the other Hermione's, and in that moment, recognition crossed their faces. Hermione recoiled, almost falling backwards, but Harry caught her, her hands covering her mouth in shock and horror.
"It can't be..." Hermione whispered, her voice shaking.
Confusion and anguish overwhelmed her as tears began to fall down her cheeks. She turned to Harry; her eyes filled with desperation.
"In the mirrors..." Hermione began to say, her voice breaking. "I saw her kiss you and then she said you would be hers. I... I don't..."
Her words echoed in the air, unable to finish her sentence, loaded with pain and fear. Harry approached her quickly, taking her face in his hands so she would look into his eyes.
"Hermione... I thought it was you. Until I wanted to separate from her. I realized it wasn't you. My Hermione, my wife, the woman I am completely in love with," he said softly, caressing her face with his thumbs.
Hermione looked at him, her eyes searching his for truth. The emotional storm inside her was palpable, but in that moment, Harry saw the spark of recognition and relief in her eyes.
"Harry..." Hermione whispered, her voice trembling.
"We are together, Hermione. Nothing the mirrors showed will change that. You are the only one in my heart, the only one I love," Harry assured her with determination.
Hermione let out a sob and hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. Harry held her tenderly, surrounding her in a protective hug.
While Harry and Hermione embraced and shared an emotional moment, the professor had been struggling with the other Hermione, feeling the resistance in her arms as she clung desperately to her attempt to keep Harry at her side.
With his wand in hand and a sorrowful expression on his face, Lupin concentrated his magic into a non-verbal spell. His gaze remained steady on the dark Hermione, as he silently murmured magical words. A stream of magical energy began to emanate from his wand, forming a pattern in the air before wrapping around Hermione's figure.
The light of the spell enveloped Hermione in a dazzling glow. She staggered, her arms falling to her sides as her fight against Remus weakened. Her gaze turned glassy and she finally collapsed into Professor Lupin's arms, who carefully placed her on the ground, finding her unconscious.
Professor Lupin exhaled deeply; his exhaustion visible in every line of his face. Although he had made a difficult decision, it was necessary to protect everyone involved.
With a soft thump of footsteps, Remus slowly approached Harry and Hermione, his expression mixing relief and exhaustion. Hermione, sensing his presence, turned around trying to maintain her balance and her eyes met Remus's. A sigh escaped her lips as her eyes filled with tears. Without hesitation, she hugged the professor affectionately.
Remus reciprocated the hug tenderly, feeling the intensity of emotion in that gesture. His arms wrapped around Hermione carefully, feeling the warmth of her embrace.
Tears streamed down Hermione's cheeks as she continued to cling to Remus's embrace, finding comfort and support in his presence. Remus stroked her hair gently, conveying a silent message of understanding and solidarity.
"Professor, I'm very pleased to see you," Hermione said with her voice breaking, letting out all the emotion she had been building up during those intense moments.
Remus smiled fondly back and nodded, a gleam in his eyes that reflected the joy of seeing Hermione and Harry safe.
"Me too, Hermione. Me too, " he whispered, his voice filled with a genuine feeling of happiness at seeing the young woman he had known as a brilliant student.
However, his smile faded momentarily when his eyes fell on the Hermione of his dimension, who lay dazed after his intervention. A look of regret crossed his face, aware of the difficulty of the situation and the complex emotions that had been at play.
"Don't worry, she's just stunned. I couldn't keep holding her back, " Lupin said with a defeated expression on his face. His words reflected the internal struggle he had experienced when facing the other Hermione and making the decision to stun her to prevent her from interfering with Harry and his Hermione's reunion.
Although he had acted for the good of everyone, he could not help but feel affected by the situation and the conflict he had witnessed.
Hermione nodded understandingly, recognizing the need to keep everyone safe at this critical moment.
"Thank you, Professor. We know it wasn't an easy decision," she said sincerely, appreciating Lupin's bravery in taking action to protect them all.
Remus nodded, grateful for Hermione's words.
"I will always be here to help when necessary" he responded with a warm and friendly tone, reminding them that they could always count on him, even in complicated situations like this.
In that moment, while the air was charged with emotions and Lupin's presence reminded them of the complexity of the situation, a flash of understanding illuminated Hermione's eyes. Harry's words echoed in her mind, reminding her how he had managed to open the labyrinth of mirror dimensions. A part of the riddle also began to make sense in her memory, as if the pieces of a puzzle were beginning to fit together.
Hermione's expression changed from concern to determination as her mind connected the dots.
"Is that! The key to open a portal to our dimension" she exclaimed with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. She had found a crucial clue that could lead them to the solution they so desperately needed.
Both Harry and Lupin looked at her expectantly, eagerly waiting for Hermione to share her discovery.
Hermione inhaled deeply before she began to explain her thoughts.
"I think this riddle is giving us clues about how to open the portal to our dimension" she began, her voice clear and focused. It mentions the shadows of time and a hidden enigma. That could refer to the fact that the portal is hidden somewhere and that we need to decipher the riddle to find it."
The curiosity and suspense in the air was noticeable as Harry and Remus processed Hermione's words.
"And then it talks about a step between realities, something that few perceive. It could mean that the portal is in a place that is a transition point between dimensions, but that only those who know how to look for it can perceive it," Hermione continued, trying to analyze every aspect of the riddle.
Harry's eyes sparkled with anticipation, while Lupin nodded in acknowledgement.
"And the part about the glow of forgotten stars will guide us," Hermione said thoughtfully. "That could refer to the alignment of the stars in the night sky as a sign indicating the way to the portal."
The tension in the atmosphere seemed to intensify as Hermione immersed herself in the riddle, unravelling each line with determination.
"Unravel the code, decode the message of the stars" she murmured, almost as if she were thinking out loud "That could indicate that there is a numerical sequence, a code that we must decipher to activate the portal.
The concentration on Hermione's expression was incredible, her mind working at full speed as she analyzed the clues to the riddle. Each word could be the key to finding the solution they so desperately needed.
"Ultimately, I believe that the riddle is guiding us towards some type of numerical or runic code, which when we decipher it, will reveal to us how to open the portal to our dimension" she concluded confidently.
Harry and Remus shared a look of wonder and hope, impressed by Hermione's ability to analyze and unravel the riddle.
"Looks like we're on the right track," Harry said with a smile of gratitude toward his wife.
Lupin nodded approvingly.
Amid the tension caused by their dark surroundings, the words of the riddle resonated in Hermione's mind like a melody seeking to be performed. Her eyes narrowed as her mind worked at full speed, connecting the clues that the words hid.
"Reflections," Hermione continued to herself, as if she had found a key that opened a door in her mind. The shadows of time and a hidden enigma... it could refer to the idea that the portal is hidden somewhere where the Reflections are distorted and obscured. A place where dimensions overlap."
Harry and Lupin looked at each other, surprised by Hermione's insight. Her words seemed to make sense, like a crucial clue in the enigma.
Harry and Lupin's concentration intensified as they listened intently to Hermione's words.
"The riddle is telling us that we must look for a place where the reflections are distorted, guided by the stars and unravel a code to open the portal" he reflected. And perhaps that place is a mirror or a set of mirrors that take us to the heart of the past, to a dimension where the portal has been hidden."
Hermione nodded enthusiastically, feeling that they were one step closer to solving the riddle and returning to their dimension.
"We are right" she stated confidently. If we can find the right mirrors, interpret the constellations and decipher the hidden message, we can open the portal and return home.
Harry's expression lit up with hope as he looked at his wife, admiring her ability to analyze and connect the dots.
"Hermione, your mind has always been a guiding light in our darkest moments," he said lovingly.
Remus watched the dumbfounded expression on Harry's face knowingly, a gleam of admiration in his eyes as he looked at Hermione. A small smile played at the corners of Lupin's lips at the way Harry was completely enthralled by his wife's intelligence and cunning.
However, his attention turned back to Hermione as she continued her analysis.
"But to open the portal, we will need to decipher the code mentioned in the riddle" Hermione said seriously, her gaze fixed on the two men at her side "I believe that the message hidden in the stars will give us the key we need interpret correctly the spell that opens the portal."
"So, should we look for some kind of guide in the book to decipher the code?" she asked, interested in every detail.
"Exactly. Professor Lupin's book of dark magic, "Tempus Magicae Tenebris" might contain the instructions necessary to interpret the star message and apply the spell successfully" Hermione nodded and explained, her mind already immersed in the task at hand.
Harry looked at Hermione with a mixture of amazement and gratitude.
"Hermione, you're amazing," he said with admiration in his voice.
Remus couldn't help the warm smile that curved his lips as he watched the couple in front of him. The image of Harry and Hermione interacting, showing such a deep and genuine connection, transported him back to the days when he had taught them in their third year at Hogwarts. He remembered how, even then, they had supported each other and demonstrated an exceptionally close friendship.
It was fascinating for Remus to think about how their relationships had evolved over the years. Back then, Harry praised Hermione for her intellectual prowess and bravery, making her face blush shyly, but with a smile that lit up the surroundings.
The image of their mutual affection and adorable complicity between them reminded Remus how special their bond was. His smile widened as his mind returned to those days at Hogwarts, when Harry and Hermione were not yet aware of the deeper feelings blossoming between them. It was heartwarming to see how they had maintained that special, loving connection even after getting married.
Remus sighed, filled with gratitude for being able to witness that moment.
Remus and Hermione opened the ancient book of dark magic cautiously, their gazes fixed on the yellowed pages that contained the knowledge they sought. The faint light of the moon filtered through the branches of the nearby trees, illuminating the ancient letters etched into the paper.
Their fingers ran delicately over the words and illustrations, searching for any hint of a code or instructions that would lead them to the key to open the portal. They immersed themselves in reading, focused on their task, while sharing ideas and theories.
"We have to find something related to the stars and their alignment," Lupin suggested, his gaze scanning the pages for clues.
Hermione nodded, her mind quick to connect the dots between the riddle and the contents of the book.
"The stars must be key in this spell. I'm looking for any mention of constellations, alignments or rituals involving the stars."
Her fingers continued to trace the engraved letters, increasingly certain that they were on the right path. Minutes turned into an hour as they worked tirelessly to discover the information they needed.
Suddenly, Hermione stopped, her eyes lighting up as she found a section that looked promising.
"Here! Look, Remus" she pointed to the words in the book that spoke about an ancient magical ritual that required the alignment of certain constellations to open portals between dimensions.
Lupin leaned forward to read, his eyebrows furrowing as he took in the information.
"It seems we have found what we were looking for. This ritual appears to be the key to activating the spell and opening the portal".
Hermione nodded excitedly.
"Yes, definitely. The ritual involves reciting a specific incantation while the constellations align in a particular pattern in the night sky. This is what we need!"
The runes began to make sense before her eyes. The words gradually revealed themselves, like an enigma unravelling before their joint efforts. And finally, the spell was revealed in its entirety:
" ᛋᛏᛖᛚᛚᚨᛖ ᚾᛖᛋᚢᛋ ᛈᛟᚱᛏᚨ ".
Hermione leaned forward, excited to have deciphered the message.
" Stellae Nexus Porta" she murmured, pronouncing each word with reverence. She looked at Lupin, whose eyes were shining with a mixture of pride and gratitude for having solved the riddle together.
"It's a spell that requires star alignment, right? A way to open a portal to another dimension through mirrors" Lupin nodded with a smile and appreciation.
Hermione nodded, admiring Lupin's understanding.
"Exactly. The forgotten stars mentioned in the riddle refer to specific constellations that must be aligned in a particular way to activate the spell."
As Hermione and Remus progressed in reading the spell in ancient runes, their excited expressions began to become tinged with concern. The words before them were powerful and dark, and the importance of executing the spell wisely and cautiously became more evident by the moment.
The atmosphere was filled with tension as her eyes moved over the runes, trying to fully understand the meaning and possible effects of the spell. The two shared a meaningful look, acknowledging the seriousness of the situation and the responsibility they had in their hands.
The spell "Stellae Nexus Porta" is an ancient spell that forces the stars to align for the target of the spell. Open a portal through a mirror between dimensions.
The dark magic involved in this spell uses the energy of the stars as a conduit to traverse the boundaries between realities.
To cast the spell, the magician must be in a place where he has a clear view of the night sky and stars. They begin by reciting the words of the spell in a firm and concentrated tone. As you speak the words, your magic intertwines with the energy of the stars, creating a connection between your intention and the cosmos, forcing the stars to align for your goal.
The stars must lie in a specific pattern in the sky, creating a kind of "nexus" or connection point between dimensions. The position of the constellations and stars influences the opening of the portal.
Once the words of the spell have been recited and the stars are in proper alignment, the magician must channel his magic into the mirror which will act as the portal. The surface of the mirror will illuminate with flashes of magical light, and the center of the mirror will become a glowing vortex showing flashes of other dimensions.
It is important to note that this dark magic spell carries significant risks. The dimensions are intricate and delicate, and crossing their boundaries can have unforeseen and dangerous consequences.
Additionally, the journey through the portal can be overwhelming and confusing, and the magician must be prepared to face challenges and changes in reality.
The "Stellae Nexus Porta" spell is a powerful tool, but its use should be considered with extreme caution and wisdom.
Hermione sighed, running her hand over her forehead as she fought the weakness she still felt.
"This spell is dark and powerful, Remus. We must ensure that it is done with the greatest care and knowledge. We cannot afford to make mistakes".
Remus nodded solemnly; his gaze fixed on the runes.
"You're right, Hermione. We cannot take the use of dark magic lightly. We need to be sure we understand every aspect of this spell before proceeding."
Harry joined them, worried.
"I agree. We don't want to make things worse. But this is the only way to return to our dimension."
Hermione nodded, feeling the weight of responsibility on her shoulders.
"If we are going to return to our dimension, we must do it well. But first, we need to fully understand how the spell works and its implications.