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Gamelover41592: Interesting, Lucifer is not death, at least from the Helluva Wiki. I can confirm with you, Death is very much a different being, and Voldemort fears death.

Just do not tempt me with Puss in Boots Death lmaom, I might bring him here just to screw around XD.

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Ex-Prince FrostFang: You know, that is a good question. Since Octavius and Octavia are gazing into the future and seeing all the possible realities, it might be something that may or may not happen. It is a possibility, and he is aware of the future as it comes, so possibly!

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Harry Potter: Goetian Beginnings

Chapter 4: Tours and Revelio

Goetian Palace, Astronomy Tower

June 1st, 1990

"Hogwarts, The Wizarding World, The Ministry, and the Death Eaters," he began, "A world with factions that have a similar, yet so vastly different past."

He paused, his gaze falling onto the old Hogwarts badge that lay on the table before him. "Hogwarts, a bastion of magical learning, a place where one could shape their magical identity, where the power of friendship and loyalty is as potent as the strongest of spells."

He picked up a crystal, running his fingers over the embossed crest. "The Wizarding World, a society so similar yet so different from the human realm. A world where the impossible is made possible through the power of magic."

His gaze turned colder as he moved on to the next topic. "And then there's The Ministry, a governing body that, much like any other, is riddled with corruption and inefficiency. It's a place where power is often wielded without wisdom, where fear can dictate policy. I had thought Hell was a far more corrupt system, oh how I love to be surprised."

He set the crystal back down, his voice taking on a dangerous edge as he mentioned the last group. "The Death Eaters. Followers of a madman, blinded by hatred and fear. They claim to fight for the purity of blood, but all they sow is discord and violence."

Octavius chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement. "Pure blood," he said with a smirk, "They think their lineage makes them superior, that their blood somehow gives them a divine right to power. But I find it amusing, really, because if purity is what they value, they would find themselves quite lacking in comparison to me."

His laughter filled the chamber, a sound filled with irony and a hint of bitterness. "My blood is far older, far purer than theirs could ever be. I am of a lineage that predates their petty squabbles, that has seen empires rise and fall. And yet, they would dare claim superiority?"

He paused, his expression turning serious. "But perhaps, in the end, blood means little. It is our actions, our choices, that truly define us. And while they choose hatred and fear, I choose cunning."

His gaze flickered, a shadow crossing his face. "Isidora was not even a grown problem in its fullest... not even Ranrok or Rockwood. Yet, there was Voldemort... a twisted manifestation of ambition and fear, a perversion of the magic that Hogwarts held dear. He is a reminder that even in the brightest lights, shadows lurk, waiting for their moment. Magic might be just that, neither good nor evil... but it is where mankind lies where that is tested."

A sigh escaped him, a sound that was more an echo of a past life than a present reality. "My origins... Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived. It's a story woven with threads of pain, bravery, loss, and love. A story that, despite its heartache, I wouldn't change for the world. It shaped me, taught me... it gave me the strength to face the darkness, to protect those I loved. Yet that was not intended for me."

His voice softened, losing its harsh edge as he mentioned his family. "And now, here I am. Octavius Goetia, son of Stolas Goetia, brother to Octavia. A new identity, a new family... a new world. It's different, certainly. It's chaotic and harsh and sometimes terrifying. But it's mine. And despite everything, despite the trials and tribulations, there's a sense of belonging... a sense of home."

His beak curled into a small, secretive smile. "In the end, we are all just stories, aren't we? Shaped by our past, shaping our future. And whether I'm Harry Potter or Octavius Goetia... I'll continue to write my story, for me, for my family... for a better future for Goetia."

With a slow, deliberate motion, Octavius tilted his head back, his gaze rising to meet the vast expanse of Hell's night sky above. Its darkness was a canvas splashed with an array of stars, each one a distant, silent observer in the grand theater of existence. He knew he was being watched, not just by the mortal eyes around him, but by forces far beyond his immediate comprehension.

He felt the weight of that gaze, as heavy and as penetrating as the depth of the cosmos itself. The Almighty, the angels, the ethereal beings that resided in the unseen spaces... all of them had their eyes upon him. They watched, waited, scrutinized every decision he made, every step he took.

He knew that his actions bore implications that stretched beyond the boundaries of his own realm, reaching into the hearts and minds of those celestial observers. He was a player in a game that transcended mortal comprehension, a single note in the symphony of existence.

Yet, there was no fear in his eyes as he stared back at the heavens. Instead, there was a spark of defiance, an anger against those who watched all those who suffered below them. He was Octavius Goetia, the former Harry Potter. He was not just an observer in this grand drama, he was a participant, a catalyst.

"I know you're watching," he whispered to the star-studded canopy above, his voice carrying an edge of steel. "You can scrutinize, judge, even condemn... but know this. I will not falter. I will not yield. I will stand my ground, against you and your so called 'holy' legion of exterminators."

"And I can't wait to see you burn."

With those words hanging in the air, he lowered his gaze, the vastness of the universe reflected in his eyes. He was ready.

Octavius strode confidently through the towering doors of the Goetian Palace, Octavia following closely at his side. The grandeur of their surroundings was a fitting reflection of their lineage, the high ceilings and ornate decorations speaking volumes of the power and influence the family held.

Their entrance was met with the stirring of several figures. Gylfie, Dusk, and Noctus looked up from their conversation, interest flickering in their eyes. Laying around them, the fifteen hellhounds: Mara, Jinx, Pyro, Obsidian, Fang, Vex, Ember, Orion, Luna, Nova, Onyx, Cinder, Shadow, Raze, and Blaze, perked up, their various eyes glowing in the dim light of the hall. They were an intimidating sight, their powerful forms imbued with an almost palpable aura of strength.

Francesco, now a trusted friend of the Goetian family, paused as he entered the room, his eyebrows rising in surprise as he noticed the return of Via.

"Gather around," Octavius commanded, his voice resonating in the expansive space. His words were met with immediate action, each member of the group obediently moving to join him.

With a few swift strides, Octavius found himself standing before them, his gaze sweeping over the assembled group. "We have a journey ahead of us," he began, his tone serious. "We're visiting a place of great importance. A place called Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts?" Dusk echoed, his brows furrowing. The rest shared similar looks of confusion, the name unfamiliar to them.

Octavia, her eyes gleaming with anticipation, added, "It's a school. A school for magic, in the mortal world."

Octavius gave a nod of approval at her explanation before continuing, "Prepare yourselves. We depart in an hour."

Goetian Palace, Gallery

June 1st, 1990

Stolas, standing tall with an air of authority, turned to address the eclectic group assembled in the grand hall of the Goetian Palace. The grand fireplace, a monolith of ornate stonework, stood ready for their departure.

"Are we all prepared?" he queried, his voice echoing throughout the cavernous hall. Octavius and Octavia both offered affirmative nods, their faces a blend of anticipation and resolve. The curious gazes of Gylfie, Dusk, Noctus, and Francesco were clearly eager to lay eyes on the famed magical institution they'd heard tales about. The fifteen hellhounds, ranging in name from Mara to Blaze, sat attentively, their eyes bright and alert, tuned into the palpable excitement in the air.

Satisfied, Stolas pivoted towards the fireplace, a handful of Floo Powder held aloft. "Follow my lead," he instructed, casting the powder into the hearth. The flames erupted in an emerald blaze. Stepping into the incandescent inferno, he spun to face the group. "Hogwarts," he enunciated with perfect clarity, and in a whirlwind of verdant flames, he was gone.

Octavius was next, stepping into the flickering flames without hesitation. "Hogwarts," he commanded, his voice resonating in the now quiet hall before he too was swept away. Octavia mirrored her brother's steps, her face hardened in a determined expression as she was engulfed by the fire.

Gylfie, Dusk, Noctus, and Francesco, in turn, ventured into the flames, each declaring "Hogwarts" before being swallowed up by the green luminescence. Lastly, the hellhounds entered, their formidable forms one by one disappearing into the emerald flames.

One by one, they appeared from the fireplace in the Headmaster's office at Hogwarts, each arrival heralded by a burst of green flame. Stolas was the first to step out, dusting off his robe with a sense of dignified grace. Next came Octavius, his posture erect and eyes immediately scanning the surroundings with a mixture of familiarity and intrigue.

Following closely behind was Octavia, her eyes wide as she took in the peculiar room filled with an assortment of odd contraptions and portraits of past headmasters. Gylfie, Dusk, Noctus, and Francesco each stumbled out of the fireplace, their faces a mirror of awe and confusion. For them, this place was beyond anything they could have imagined.

Last but not least, the hellhounds emerged. They trod carefully out of the fire, their eyes glowing as they surveyed the room with caution. The names of Mara, Jinx, Pyro, Obsidian, Fang, Vex, Ember, Orion, Luna, Nova, Onyx, Cinder, Shadow, Raze, and Blaze reverberated in the air as they were called out by Octavius, his voice commanding their attention.

Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles, watched as the group from the Goetian Palace congregated in his office. He offered a warm smile, welcoming them to Hogwarts. "I trust the journey was not too unpleasant?" he asked, his gaze sweeping over the group.

Standing at the forefront of the group, Octavius presented a commanding figure, his regal bearing unmistakable. Taking after an owl in form, he was an extraordinary sight to behold. His body was clad in sleek feathers of a stunning violet hue, a rich and vibrant color that shimmered subtly under the warm glow of the Headmaster's office lights. These feathers were meticulously groomed, indicating a nature concerned with detail, and they projected an aura of refined sophistication that was impossible to overlook.

His eyes, a captivating violet, were large and round like those of an owl, shining with intelligence and a wisdom that spoke of centuries of experience. Framing these eyes were intricate markings, seemingly etched into his skin, which highlighted his Goetian heritage.

He wore a robe of midnight blue that flowed around him in soft folds. This robe was adorned with symbols that seemed to shift and dance when viewed directly, a testament to the potent magic that he wielded. A sash of a deeper, star-studded blue cinched the robe at his waist, adding a celestial elegance to his overall appearance.

Sitting atop his head were large, pointed ears, a trait distinctive to his demon lineage. These ears stood erect, adding to his already imposing stature, and reinforced the overall avian theme of his appearance.

In his hand, he gripped a staff as dark as a moonless night, pulsing with tangible energy. This staff was as intricate as it was majestic, filled with an arcane power that was uniquely Goetian.

Perhaps the most striking aspect of Octavius's appearance was the tangible aura of authority that he radiated.

As the dust from the Floo Network settled, Albus Dumbledore rose from behind his desk and swept across the room towards the newcomers, his blue eyes twinkling with excitement. His long, silver beard swayed slightly as he moved, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a genuine smile.

"Welcome, everyone, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he announced, his voice rich and warm, echoing through the high-ceilinged room. His eyes traveled over the Goetic group, acknowledging each one of them individually, before coming to rest on Octavius. "Prince Stolas, Prince Octavius, Princess Octavia," he continued, bowing his head slightly in a show of respect.

"We are honored to have you all here. I believe a tour of our esteemed institution is in order, don't you agree?" He clapped his hands together, his smile broadening as he gestured towards the door. "I've arranged for our Heads of Houses to accompany us. They are most eager to meet you all."

Just as he finished speaking, the door to the office opened, and in walked Professors McGonagall, Flitwick, Sprout, and Snape, each representing one of the Hogwarts Houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, respectively. They all nodded respectfully towards the group, their faces a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Shall we proceed?" Dumbledore asked, his gaze once again resting on Octavius. As the Goetic King nodded in agreement, the Headmaster's smile deepened. "Splendid! Let the tour begin," And with that, the group prepared to explore the vast, enchanting world of Hogwarts.

Hogwarts

June 1st, 1990

With Dumbledore leading the way and the other professors trailing behind, the tour started. They began with the Headmaster's office itself, a circular room filled with whirring silver devices, shelves of old books, and framed pictures of past headmasters and headmistresses. Dumbledore explained the use of some magical objects, such as the Pensieve and Fawkes, his phoenix, which drew fascinated gazes from the group.

Exiting the office, they proceeded to the Grand Staircase, a mammoth structure with shifting staircases and talking portraits. Octavius, Octavia, and the rest of the group looked on with intrigue as the staircases moved, rearranging themselves in a dizzying dance. The portraits, too, drew their attention, with the painted figures waving, bowing, and even offering polite greetings.

One particular portrait of King Solomon left Octavia, Octavius, and Stolas a little more uncomfortable as they passed.

From there, they visited the Great Hall, with its enchanted ceiling mirroring the early evening sky outside. The sight of four long tables and the staff table at the head of the hall sparked some curious questions from the group, which Dumbledore and the professors answered with enthusiasm.

Following this, they explored some of the classrooms, including the Defense Against the Dark Arts room, the Potions dungeon, and the Greenhouses where the Herbology classes took place. The sight of magical plants moving on their own in Greenhouse Three drew some chuckles from the group, particularly Stolas, who seemed fascinated by the lively vegetation.

They then visited the vast Hogwarts library, which housed thousands of books on magic. The sight of books flying back to their respective shelves with a simple spell left the group marveling at the beauty of magic.

The tour concluded with a brief walk around the Hogwarts grounds, including a visit to the Black Lake, the Quidditch Pitch, and the Womping Willow. The sight of the giant squid lazily moving its tentacles in the Black Lake drew more than a few astonished comments, and the view of the magnificent Quidditch Pitch left Hellhounds curious on how they could get up there.

As the tour of Hogwarts came to a close, Octavius and Octavia found themselves standing together, gazing out over the expansive school grounds. Octavius, his violet feathers catching the light, turned to his sister. Their father, Stolas, had taught them much about the art of Divination, and now seemed like the perfect time to put those lessons into practice.

"Let's see what the future holds, shall we?" Octavius suggested, a playful glint in his eyes. Octavia nodded, her own feathers ruffling in anticipation.

As Octavia and Octavius traversed the grand halls of Hogwarts, their minds brushed against the pulsating magic that seeped from the castle's very stones. This magic, ancient and deeply rooted in history, called out to their Divination abilities, a gift nurtured and honed by their father. They closed their eyes, letting their minds float free, entwining with the tapestry of time itself.

In the vision, Octavius and Octavia watched the events of his First Year unfold. They saw Octavius, a young owl stepping onto the platform of Platform 9 ¾, his heart filled with a blend of excitement and trepidation. They watched as he formed bonds with his future friends, a bond that they sensed would grow into something deep and unbreakable in the years to come.

They saw Octavius donning the Sorting Hat, which took its time deliberating before finally shouting out the house that would be his for his Hogwarts journey. They saw him in the various classrooms, learning about magic, experimenting with spells, and occasionally getting into a bit of mischief.

Both siblings watched as Octavius navigated his way through the moving staircases and talking portraits of Hogwarts, attended classes that challenged and intrigued him, and explored the vast grounds of the castle. They witnessed his discovery of the Mirror of Erised, the reflection showing him his deepest desires, and the wisdom imparted by Dumbledore about the dangers of getting lost in dreams and forgetting to live.

As the visions shifted, they saw Octavius uncover the mystery of the Philosopher's Stone. They watched as he, along with his friends, navigated a series of obstacles: from devil's snare to a giant chessboard, each challenge testing their courage, intellect, and teamwork. The final confrontation with Professor Quirrell, the possession by Voldemort, the struggle over the Philosopher's Stone, it was a test of courage and will, a fight that Octavius won.

As the vision of his first year faded, Octavius and Octavia's divination led them into the following year at Hogwarts, the events of his Second Year unfurling before their eyes.

They watched as Octavius faced the mystery of the Chamber of Secrets. The whispers of the snake echoed around the castle, petrifying students and spreading fear. Octavius, however, proved immune to the Basilisk's deadly gaze, an inherited trait from Stolas that allowed him to withstand the petrification stare, his violet eyes meeting the serpentine gaze unflinchingly.

In their vision, Octavius's understanding of Parseltongue became evident. The language of snakes, a talent passed down from Voldemort, allowed him to hear the Basilisk's whispers, guiding him towards the Chamber of Secrets. They watched as he braved the dark, damp tunnels, the skeletal remains of small animals crunching underfoot, the eerie hiss of the Basilisk ever present.

When Octavius confronted the Basilisk, the scene was one of intense tension. With the Sword of Gryffindor in hand and Fawkes, the phoenix, at his side, he battled the monstrous serpent, his bravery and resourcefulness shining through. The Basilisk's death stare, meant to kill, did not affect Octavius as it did others. His inherited Goetic ability neutralized the effect, allowing him to face the creature head-on.

The shifting sands of time flowed in the canvas of their shared Divination, drawing Octavius and Octavia to the events of his Third Year. Here, they witnessed the arrival of the Dementors at Hogwarts, the spectral guards of Azkaban prison, searching for the escaped prisoner, Sirius Black.

As the Dementors glided around the castle, Octavius stood firm, his stoic countenance unmoved by their aura of despair. His Goetic nature provided a resilience against their effects, his inner light too vibrant to be dimmed. Unlike his fellow students, he didn't faint or feel the icy chill of the Dementors' presence.

In their vision, they watched Octavius master the Patronus Charm under the guidance of Professor Lupin. They saw the glowing form of his Patronus, a magnificent owl in tribute to his Goetic form, bursting forth to drive away the Dementors. The sight of it, powerful and resolute, was a testament to Octavius's inherent strength.

They saw the revelation of Sirius Black's innocence, and the discovery of Scabbers the rat's true identity as Peter Pettigrew. They watched Octavius grapple with the complexity of truth and deception, his understanding of the world maturing with each new revelation.

As the vision of The Prisoner of Azkaban came to an end, they saw Octavius use Hermione's Time-Turner to rescue Sirius Black and the majestic hippogriff, Buckbeak. They watched as he manipulated time, a testament to his growing prowess and willingness to defy the rules for the greater good.

Even if past and present Octavius played along to Hermione's Time-Turner events, a twist even she could not see.

Their Divination journey took Octavius and Octavia next to the tumultuous events of his Fourth Year. As the vision unfolded, they saw Hogwarts Castle festooned with flags and banners, its grounds teeming with students from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, all gathered for the legendary Triwizard Tournament.

In the Great Hall, the Goblet of Fire spat out three names, each representing a school. But the magical flames sputtered once more, and with a burst of emerald green fire, a fourth name emerged, 'Octavius.' Against the rules and against his will, Octavius had been thrust into the dangerous competition.

They watched as Octavius faced the terrifying Hungarian Horntail in the first task, his resourcefulness and courage shining brightly. The dragon's flames were nothing to Octavius, his Goetic nature resistant to their intense heat. With a strategic mind, he retrieved the golden egg, ensuring his place in the next task.

Then, they saw the Black Lake. Octavius dove into its icy depths for the second task, demonstrating his ability to adapt to any environment. His aquatic form, reminiscent of an owl swooping through the sky, moved gracefully through the water, rescuing his friends from the merpeople's village.

Their Divination showed the third and final task, a labyrinthine maze filled with dangerous obstacles. Octavius navigated through it, his determination unwavering. They watched as he reached the Triwizard Cup, only to be transported to the graveyard where Lord Voldemort awaited.

The vision of the confrontation was intense. They saw Octavius face Voldemort, displaying bravery and defiance against the Dark Lord. The duel, the Priori Incantatem, the spirits of the victims including his parents, it was a haunting yet powerful sight.

The swirling, entrancing visions began to ebb away, drawing Octavius and Octavia back to the present reality of the Great Hall. As the last tendrils of their Divination faded, they found themselves standing once again amidst the group, their faces unreadable.

Octavius blinked, shaking his head slightly to clear the afterimages of their journey through time. He turned to his sister, his violet eyes thoughtful. "These visions... they don't take into account the knowledge we already possess. They're only a potential path, not a predetermined destiny."

Octavia looked back at him, her own eyes sparkling with determination. "That's what makes it all the more exciting, Octavius," she said, her voice filled with anticipation. "And don't you dare think you're going to face all of that alone. Whether I'm in human form or not, I'll be right there with you."

Octavius pulled Octavia into a warm hug, a rare show of affection that spoke volumes of their bond in the face of others. When they pulled away, a mischievous smirk played on Octavius's beak. His violet eyes sparkled with a playful challenge.

Swiftly, he pulled out his phone, fingers flying over the screen as he sent a text to the group. "Alright everyone, it's time to get down to business," he declared aloud, his voice carrying a note of authority that commanded attention. "Notebooks out. Cast Revelio on everything you can, and start filling your field guides. We have a lot to learn."

The group quickly fell into action, the air filled with the sound of rustling pages and the mutter of incantations. The tour had just turned into a practical lesson, a study of Hogwarts in real-time, and they were all eager to rise to the challenge. Octavius watched them, his smirk widening. This was only the beginning.

The professors and staff of Hogwarts stood aghast as Octavius's order rang out, echoing in the ancient stone corridors. The grou[p, like a well-oiled machine, had sprung into action, casting Revelio on every available surface. The castle was awash with the glow of revealing spells, illuminating every nook and cranny, every secret hiding spot, every enchanted item.

Professor McGonagall's lips thinned, her brow furrowed as she watched in stunned silence. Never before had she seen such a display of Revelio in all corners of the castle, especially not from visiting guests and a student.

Professor Flitwick squeaked in surprise, his face a mix of amusement and astonishment. As a scholar, he appreciated the thirst for knowledge, but this was a level of curiosity he hadn't encountered before.

Hagrid's eyes widened, his brow furrowing in confusion and awe. His beasts had never seen such a spectacle either, and they howled and hooted in response.

The usually stern Professor Snape raised an eyebrow, his face a mask of icy composure. Yet, there was a flicker of surprise in his eyes, a sign that even he had been taken aback.

And then there was Dumbledore. He watched the spectacle unfold with twinkling eyes, an amused smile on his face. His hands clasped behind his back, he seemed more entertained than concerned. After all, the castle had seen countless magical incidents in its time. This one, however grand, was just another in a long line. He found the guests curiosity refreshing, even if it was a bit unorthodox. The old headmaster chuckled softly to himself, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "My, my, Hogwarts will certainly remember this visit," he murmured, a playful glint in his eye.

With a gentle flick of his arm, Stolas guided Dumbledore away from the unfolding spectacle and towards a quieter corner of the grand hall. The violet-feathered owl and the aged wizard stood in a sphere of hushed whispers, an aura of authority encircling them.

"Headmaster," began Stolas, his voice soft yet carrying an undertone of deep urgency, "I believe there's a matter we need to discuss. A matter concerning Octavius."

Dumbledore's eyes met Stolas's, twinkling with curiosity and a hint of concern. "Indeed, Stolas. I trust there's more to this visit than meets the eye."

"The situation is complex," Stolas continued, his gaze unwavering. "Octavius isn't just any student from another realm. He has a connection with this world, with this school... and with a certain prophecy."

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose at this, but he remained silent, waiting for Stolas to continue.

"His existence won't remain a secret for much longer," Stolas revealed, his voice steady. "By the time the next term begins, the Wizarding world will come to know of him. And they will have questions, concerns... fears, perhaps."

Dumbledore remained silent for a moment, taking in the information. Then, with a nod of understanding, he replied, "Indeed, they might. But we'll face that when the time comes. For now, let's focus on ensuring Octavius and his companions have a memorable and enlightening visit."

Stolas dipped his head, acknowledging Dumbledore's wisdom. "Indeed, Albus. And thank you. For understanding."

"As you said, Stolas," Dumbledore responded, his eyes twinkling, "the situation is complex. But that's what makes it interesting, isn't it?" He concluded with a warm smile, guiding Stolas back to the group.

As the grand tour of Hogwarts came to an end, Octavius felt a strange mixture of anticipation and familiarity, almost as if he were walking in the footsteps of a past life. The others were buzzing with excitement, their notebooks filled with detailed sketches and descriptions of the castle's many wonders.

While the group was preparing to leave, Octavius lingered in the second floor girl's restroom, a place tinged with a melancholy history and the spectral presence of Moaning Myrtle. He felt a peculiar connection to this place, one that he couldn't quite put his finger on. In the semi-privacy of this forgotten corner, he decided to make his mark.

Drawing upon his Goetic heritage, Octavius extended a clawed finger, violet feathers shimmering in the dim light. In the air, he traced a complex, twisting symbol, a Hellish rune that shimmered with an ethereal, violet glow. It was a symbol of travel, of connection, a portal of sorts that could bridge the distance between the mortal world and Hell.

As he finished the rune, a rush of energy surged through him, the rune briefly flaring before settling into an almost invisible shimmer. To the untrained eye, it would look like nothing more than a fleeting trick of the light, but Octavius knew better. This was his personal gateway, a secret path into Hogwarts from the depths of Hell.

Once done, he tucked his clawed hand back into his robe, the violet glow of his feathers fading as he returned to his usual regal demeanor. With one last glance at the rune, he joined the rest of his group, a confident smirk playing on his beak.

Seated at the long, enchanted tables of the Great Hall, Octavius and Octavia were a sight to behold. Their violet feathers shimmered in the light from a thousand floating candles, casting an otherworldly glow around them. They were creatures of Hell, yet they looked right at home in the ancient wizarding school.

Their plates were laden with a feast fit for a Hogwarts banquet, but their attention was focused on each other and the grand task that lay ahead of them. Octavia, with her sharp, keen eyes, looked over at Octavius, her gaze curious yet determined.

"We have a lot to prepare for, brother," she said, picking at her food. "This won't be like any other term at Hogwarts."

Octavius nodded, his eyes serious. "Indeed," he agreed. "We have our lessons from father, but we also have our unique abilities to consider."

He picked up a fork, playing with the food on his plate absentmindedly as he spoke. "The Petrification stare, for one. We need to be able to control it perfectly. It could be an asset, but it's equally dangerous if mishandled."

Octavia agreed, adding, "And let's not forget about the invisibility spells. Those could be useful in a pinch. And if all else fails, Transfigurations should be a good backup."

Their conversation flowed naturally, covering everything from defensive magic to navigating the social intricacies of Hogwarts. As they spoke, they were careful to keep their voices low, aware of the curious eyes and ears around them.

Eventually, Octavius's thoughts turned to their home in Hell. "We also need to make sure things are secure back home," he said, his tone growing more serious. "We can't be sure what might happen while we're gone. We need to ensure our place is safe."

Octavia nodded in agreement, her mind already racing with plans and strategies. "I think we can manage that," she said confidently. "After all, we're not just any student. We're Goetians."

As the meal in the Great Hall continued, Octavius turned to Octavia, a thoughtful expression on his face. "There's something else we haven't considered," he said, drawing her attention.

"What's that?" Octavia asked, her bright eyes curious.

"Parseltongue," Octavius said simply. "You remember the visions, right? That could be a valuable skill to have, considering our... unique situation."

Octavia nodded slowly, remembering the snake-like language from their visions. In those foresights, Harry — or rather, Octavius, in his place — had communicated with snakes and even with the dark magic concealed within the Chamber of Secrets. It was an ability that Harry had inherited from Voldemort, but Octavius wondered if it was something he could learn.

"I think you're right," Octavia agreed. "And it's not just about being able to talk to snakes. If Parseltongue has any magical properties, that could be a game-changer."

Octavius nodded, pleased to see that Octavia was on the same page. "Exactly," he said. "It could give us an edge, and it's something we should definitely look into."

Their conversation was interrupted by the clatter of dishes and the hum of conversation around them, but their minds remained focused on the task ahead. As they finished their meal and prepared to leave the Great Hall, they were already planning their next steps. Learning Parseltongue was just another item on their ever-growing to-do list, but they were Goetians, and they were up to the challenge.

Goetian Palace, Gallary

June 1st, 1990

As the last notes of conversation and clatter of dishes faded into the grandeur of the Great Hall, it was time to return to the Goetian Palace. With a sweep of his hand, Octavius summoned the swirling green flames of the Floo Network, his voice clear as he announced, "Goetian Palace!"

One by one, the group stepped into the emerald inferno, each disappearing with a soft whoosh. Octavius was the last to leave, sharing a final glance with the Hogwarts staff before stepping into the flames.

They arrived back at the Goetian Palace to find King Paimon waiting for them, an enigmatic smile playing upon his lips. His piercing gaze swept over them, settling on Octavius and Octavia. "Well," he began, his voice a soothing rumble, "I trust your tour was informative?"

Octavius and Octavia exchanged a glance before Octavius replied. "Indeed, it was, King Paimon. Hogwarts is...quite the establishment. We have much to consider and prepare for."

Paimon's smile widened. "I have no doubt. You are Goetians, after all. Adaptability and resourcefulness are in your nature."

s the grand chamber emptied, the soft hoot of Stolas echoed through the halls of the Goetian Palace. He came upon Octavia and Octavius, violet feathers shimmering in the ethereal light, eyes glimmering with a mix of pride and concern.

"So," he began, his voice smooth and comforting. "Did you enjoy yourselves?"

Octavius turned to face him, a small smile playing on his beak. "It was...enlightening, to say the least," he admitted. "Hogwarts is a place like no other. It's going to be a challenge, but one we are ready for."

Octavia nodded in agreement. "We're looking forward to it, father. It's going to be a remarkable journey, we're certain."

Octavia turned her gaze to her father, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. "Father," she began, her voice soft yet determined, "Is there any way I could go with Octavius? Is there a way for me to attend Hogwarts too?"

All eyes turned to Stolas, awaiting his response. Paimon, who had been silently observing from the sidelines, watched his son closely. His face was inscrutable, his gaze locked onto Octavia.

There was a brief silence as Stolas considered the question. The thought of his daughter attending Hogwarts as well wasn't something he had initially entertained, but seeing the hopeful look on Octavia's face, he couldn't ignore her plea. After a moment of thought, he finally spoke.

"We will find a way," he said gently. "If it is your wish to attend Hogwarts with your brother, then we will make it happen."

A smile broke out on Octavia's face, and she hugged her father tightly. "Thank you, Father," she murmured, her voice full of gratitude.

Paimon watched as the scene unfolded before him, a thoughtful look on his face. This was going to be an interesting year indeed.

Goetian Palace, Astronomy Tower

June 2nd, 1990

The stone walls of the family's private astronomy tower were familiar and comforting, their age-old solidity a silent testament to the countless stargazing sessions and thoughtful nights spent within. Octavius sat cross-legged on the plush carpet, his younger sister, Octavia, mirroring his position across from him. The vast canvas of the night sky stretched out before them, the distant twinkling stars offering a mesmerizing backdrop to their meditative practice.

"Remember, Octavia," Octavius began, his voice steady and calm, "we are not seeking to control the future, merely to sense its potential currents. The stars may guide us, but we must interpret their wisdom with our own intuition."

Octavia nodded in understanding, her young face unusually serious in the dim starlight. They closed their eyes, synchronizing their breaths, their minds open and receptive to the subtle stirrings of the universe.

Together, they ventured into the liminal space between consciousness and foresight, their minds drifting, gently buoyed by the cosmic energy that swirled around them. This was not about pushing or forcing, but about allowing and receiving, a dance as old as the stars themselves.

As minutes turned into hours, the siblings wove through the tapestry of potential futures. Images and sensations flickered through their minds, transient and elusive like the distant constellations above. There was a feeling of tension, a sense of impending change. A kaleidoscope of faces, unknown yet somehow significant, flashed across their vision. There were whispers of conflict, of power shifts, and amidst it all, there was Octavius, standing at the precipice of a transformative journey.

They both felt it – a year from now, when Octavius turned eleven, their lives would intersect with these events, these beings. Octavius could feel the pull of fate, a call to action that thrummed in his veins. He was not afraid. He was ready.

As their meditation deepened, Octavius and Octavia found themselves drawn into a vivid tableau of intrigue and ambition. The figures of King Vine and his son, Vitius, took shape in the swirling ether of their visions. The royal duo was ensconced in an opulent chamber, hushed whispers echoing off the ornate stonework.

"We must secure our position," King Vine's voice was a low, insistent murmur. His gaze was fixed on a portrait of Octavia, the cold calculation in his eyes a stark contrast to her warm, innocent countenance.

Vitius, a mirror image of his father in both appearance and ambition, nodded in agreement. "An engagement to Octavia would certainly bolster our standing," he mused, his eyes glinting with an unsettling intensity.

Meanwhile, the rest of Hell was in a state of heightened activity. A flurry of messages exchanged between noble households, secret alliances being formed, plots being hatched. A sense of urgency permeated the air as more and more families were drawn into the growing web of conspiracy.

And then there were the Dukes. Avarice, Leviathan, Beelzebub - each with their own agendas, their own grudges and ambitions. The prospect of Octavius and Octavia's initiatives threatened to tip the delicate balance of power, and they were not about to let that happen without a fight.

The vision was a chaotic maelstrom of faces, whispers, and half-seen plots, a tangled web of intrigue and power plays.

As the scenery of their shared vision began to shift once more, Octavius could feel a new surge of magic wash over him. The familiar sensation of divination tingled at his fingertips and soon, he found himself viewing a future version of himself, diligently at work.

In the vision, Octavius was seated in a workshop, surrounded by an array of materials. His hands were deftly working with an intriguing blend of materials – the sturdy and protective Legionary Armor of his heritage, and a smooth, shimmering material that could only be magical silk. The two seemingly contrasting materials were being woven together with skill and precision, slowly forming a garment that was both protective and elegant.

The robe that was taking shape was of an unconventional design. It was sleek and form-fitting, tailored to allow for maximum mobility, yet it retained a majestic aura. The color was a deep, rich black – like the heart of the night sky, absorbing all light and mystery into its depths.

The robe's hood was wide and subtly pointed, a design that offered concealment and an air of enigma. The front bore intricate, interlocking patterns, skillfully stitched in silver thread that shimmered against the dark fabric, while the back flowed into a cape that billowed with a life of its own. Each movement the robe made seemed to whisper of power and a command that was rare to behold.

The visioned Octavius didn't merely create a robe; he was crafting a statement, a testament to his unique heritage and the path he was destined to tread. It was a robe that held the strength of a Legionary and the mystique of a mage, a garment that, to those familiar with tales far beyond their realm, might remind them of a certain Prodigal Knight from a galaxy far, far away.

As the night stretched on, the siblings continued their shared journey through the labyrinth of the future. Time seemed to blur around them, its passage marked only by the rotation of the celestial bodies outside the tower.

Octavius and Octavia delved into the various threads of time, their minds reaching out to grasp at the possible futures that lay ahead. The visions came in flashes – some clear, others fragmented – each a piece of a grand tapestry yet to be woven. They saw friends and foes, triumphs and trials, moments of joy and sorrow. They perceived the intricate dance of fate and free will, the ripple effects of decisions yet to be made, and the inevitable consequences that follow.

Throughout it all, they remained anchored to each other, their bond a constant amidst the swirling maelstrom of potentialities. Together, they bore witness to the shifting sands of the future, their resolve strengthening with each vision. They were not mere observers; they were active participants, each vision a guidepost, shaping their path forward.

As the first light of dawn began to stain the sky, Octavius and Octavia finally broke their meditative trance. They exchanged a glance, a silent acknowledgement of the weight of what they'd seen, the challenges they would face, and the responsibility that rested on their shoulders. Yet, there was also a spark of determination in their eyes, a shared understanding that, together, they could navigate the uncertain tides of the future.

Tired but invigorated, they rose from their seats and made their way back to the warmth of the palace, leaving the silent tower behind. The night's visions would be analyzed, discussed, and planned for in the days to come. But for now, they took solace in the knowledge that they were not stepping into the future unprepared.

As they left, the tower echoed with their departure, the whispers of the future they'd perceived still lingering in the air, a testament to the night of revelations. The dawn of a new day marked the end of the chapter, yet it was just the beginning of their extraordinary journey. Their destiny was yet to be written, and they were ready to hold the quill.

Chapter Complete!

Hoped y'all liked the HW Legacy references written into the chapter! If you do not know what these references are, I highly you lookup youtube for an understanding!

Regarding all the revelations, visions, and even the far off topics discussed, seen, or referenced in this chapter; keep in mind they are visions and not stone! As for said visions, I really did enjoy writing them, including and especially references that are included in them:

-Some are from games :D

As for the plots referenced as a certainty, Hogwarts Legacy and The Chamber of Secrets; there will be definite plotlines written on exactly how Octavius will confront them, especially exploring Hogwarts Legacy's continuation plot threads as well!

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