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Harry Potter: Goetian Beginnings
Chapter XII: Hogwarts Express
Under the ethereal light that painted the night sky of the new realm, Octavius stood at the center of a vast, uncharted plain, with five gargantuan figures looming over him. Their bodies shimmered, their scales reflecting the constellations above, a testament to their transformation from the shadows of the Void to the living embodiments of this nascent realm. Their towering figures seemed to warp the very sky around them, mirroring their unique features.
Ascalon, standing at the center, radiated an aura of wisdom and tranquility. His scales glowed a burnished gold, reflecting the brilliance of the realm's sun. He stood as the Aspect of Time, his form serving as a symbol of the continuity of existence and the cyclical nature of life and death, embodying the essence of the Bronze Dragonflight.
To his right, the sibling dragons Erebos and Nyx presented a stark contrast. Erebos, his scales shifting hues like the endless night sky, seemed to absorb the surrounding light. As the Aspect of Magic, his form was a tribute to the arcane, resonating with the limitless potential of the Blue Dragonflight. Nyx, on the other hand, glowed with an ethereal green, her luminescent scales pulsating with the life force that flowed through the realm. As the Aspect of Dreams, her form echoed the nurturing spirit of the Green Dragonflight.
Lastly, on the circle's fringes were Moros and Thanatos, the realm's guardians. Moros, with blackened scales that glowed like molten magma, was the Aspect of Earth, embodying the essence of the Black Dragonflight. His figure was a testament to the natural world's vitality and power. Thanatos, his scales shimmering a ruby-red scales, reflected the essence of life. As the Aspect of Life, he held dominion over the flow of essence and the protection of all that live, his form resonating with the ethereal spirit of the Red Dragonflight.
With an atmosphere heavy with reverence and gratitude, the five dragons lowered their immense heads, a mark of respect towards the diminutive figure of Octavius. Their voices, harmonizing like a grand symphony, echoed across the vast plains.
"Octavius Goetia," Ascalon began, his voice a soothing rumble, "your deeds and actions have resonated through the epochs. It is through your determination and courage, and that of your sister, that we stand here, reborn."
Erebos added, his voice weaving through the arcane, "The darkness of the Void has been lifted. We were adrift, lost in nothingness. Now, we're alive again, our spirits free and whole."
Nyx, her voice a gentle lullaby, continued, "Our dreams were filled with shadows, haunted by our past. But you guided us, gave us a chance to dream anew."
The gruff, powerful voice of Moros followed, "As dragons, we had failed. Our kin fell, and we followed. Yet, you became our beacon, a light that guided us back from the brink."
In the end, Thanatos's voice filled the air, warm and comforting, "We, who had fallen to the cycle of life and death, now stand as its wardens to our people, thanks to you and your sister."
Ascalon began, his words flowing as smoothly as the river of time he represented. "The realm has a temporal signature all its own," he explained. "The flows and ebbs of time here are more palpable than they ever were in the mortal realm. We are harnessing these currents, taming the temporal flux to serve as a new form of energy."
Erebos picked up next, his gaze sparkling with arcane energy. "The magical essence of the realm is dense, richer than anything we've experienced before," he said. "It's like the realm itself is a boundless reservoir of arcane power. We're channeling it, distilling its raw energy into a form of magic that's almost...pure."
Nyx, was next. "The realm is teeming with life, a veritable cradle of creation," she murmured. "In our dreams, we touch the hearts of every living thing, helping to guide the life force of the realm and shape its abundant energies."
Moros grumbled, his voice as grating as stones grinding together. "The earth, the stones, the metals of this realm, they hum with energy," he reported. "We are molding this energy, transmuting it into a raw, primal power."
Lastly, Thanatos, with a voice as warm as a nurturing sun, spoke, "The essence of life in this realm is vibrant, more intense than it ever was in our previous home. We are learning to harness this, to control and direct the flow of life itself."
Ascalon's eyes, ageless and deep as the cosmos, met Octavius's gaze. "Your blood, intertwined with the essence of this realm, resonates with the primal forces at play here. Just as we are drawing from the realm's boundless energy, so too might you and your sister."
Nyx chimed in, her voice a soothing lullaby. "You are tied to the life force of the realm, a living embodiment of its vibrant essence. The flows of life here would respond to your will, resonate with your heartbeat."
With a newfound resolve gleaming in his eyes, Octavius steps forward, standing taller under the gaze of the colossal beings. "I must ask," he begins, his voice carrying. "What will be the consequences of wielding such power? Would our connection to this realm also amplify the adverse effects of any imbalance in its energies? What happens if this realm is threatened?"
"Your blood's ties to the realm are strong, young Octavius," he began, his voice deep and resonant. "You and Octavia, by virtue of your lineage, are intricately connected to the very life-force of this realm. It is true that with this connection comes enhanced abilities, an affinity with the magic and power of this place."
He opened his eyes, regarding Octavius solemnly. "But this connection is also your greatest vulnerability. If the realm is threatened, you will feel it. If the balance of energies is disturbed, it could affect you both physically and mentally. This is not a danger to be underestimated."
Next, Erebos spoke up. His voice had a melodic, soothing quality, much like a whispered incantation. "But do not fear, Octavius," he assured the young Goetian. "This connection you and your sister share with the realm also grants you unique tools to protect it. With our guidance, you will learn to harness the realm's energies, to maintain its balance, and to guard against any threats."
Lastly, Thanatos gave Octavius a firm nod. His red scales glittered in the starlight as he added, "Remember, young Goetian, this realm is your home. Its wellbeing is intertwined with yours. Use your abilities wisely, protect it with all your might, and it will, in turn, protect you."
"Calling upon the power of the realm, Octavius," Nyx began, "is not about commanding or forcing. It's about understanding and harmonizing. You need to feel the rhythm of the realm, its ebb and flow, its pulse and heartbeat."
She extended one gigantic claw towards him, and as she did so, the grass beneath her seemed to sway and ripple with unseen energy. "It is everywhere. In the wind that brushes your face, in the earth that supports your feet, in the celestial bodies that watch over us."
Erebos chimed in, his voice a symphony of whispers. "Once you understand that, once you can feel the essence of the realm flowing around you, through you, you can then learn to channel it. To mold it, shape it to your will."
"But remember," Moros warned, his voice rumbling like a distant storm, "this power is not to be abused. It is a gift, a responsibility. Treat it with the respect it deserves."
The grand courtyard of the Goetian estate was a brilliant tableau of supernatural grandeur, resplendent with ethereal lights and the heady buzz of magical energy. An aura of excitement permeated the air as a grand procession took place, the likes of which haven't been seen in generations.
Every conceivable inch of the sprawling courtyard was taken up by rows of nobles, each one more distinguished and lavishly dressed than the last. Like a swath of dark velvet punctuated by flashes of jeweled adornments and gleaming eyes, they extended all the way to the grand entrance of the family manor. Each noble from the infernal aristocracy was there to witness the momentous departure.
At the center of it all, Octavius stood, resplendent in his departure attire, an embodiment of the pride and prestige of his family name. On either side of him stood the other members of the Goetian family, ready to venture into the mortal realm, their presences carrying an air of formidable might and untamed magic.
Parallel to the nobility, an entire battalion of Goetian Legionaries stood in rigid formation, a sea of battle-hardened warriors, their armor gleaming under the iridescent light. Their expressions were stern, their postures ramrod straight. Their presence served as a stark reminder of the family's immense power and influence.
As the procession unfolded and the energy reached a fever pitch, Noctus raised his voice. "Goetia!" His voice thundered, deep and resonant, echoing around the vast expanse of the courtyard. His proclamation was not just a call, but a war cry, a fervent declaration of allegiance that echoed the might of their lineage.
At his call, an immediate response was triggered among the legionaries. As if struck by a lightning bolt of unity and resolve, they responded to Noctus's call, their voices rising in unison. "Goetia! Goetia! Goetia!" The chant echoed with militaristic fanaticism, every syllable uttered with fervent loyalty and respect.
The repeated name rippled through the battalion, every Legionary taking up the call with an unflinching dedication that made the courtyard tremble. The chant didn't just reverberate through the air, but also seeped into the very stones beneath their feet, the enchanting architecture around them resonating with their unified voice.
And then, with a commanding nod from Octavius, a vast portal shimmered into existence. The gateway, a dazzling swirl of otherworldly magic, marked the threshold between the infernal realms and the mortal world, the path to Hogwarts. The chanting reached a crescendo, the family name being chanted with an intensity that bordered on fervor.
As the Goetian family stepped into the portal, they cast one last look over their shoulder, taking in the sight of their grand send-off.
With a flash of brimstone, Octavius and his companions disappeared from the halls of the palace and reappeared at King's Cross Station. Around them, the cacophony of bustling travelers, calling out for loved ones and the screech of approaching trains, filled the air. Yet, amidst all the chaos, they appeared as normal as any other group of travelers - all thanks to the artful disguises they wore.
Octavius and Octavia were transformed into a pair of aristocratic eleven-year-old twins. Octavius, now appearing as a tall, silver-haired boy of noble bearing, adjusted the cuff of his tailored blazer. His eyes, a keen silver, sparkled with an intelligence beyond his apparent years.
Beside him, Octavia had taken on the guise of an elegant young girl with a cascade of golden curls falling past her shoulders. Clad in a matching blazer, her emerald eyes held a captivating, mature aura, yet retained the gleam of youthful curiosity. A vintage, small suitcase was clutched tightly in her hands, filled with all the items they were told they would need.
Their noble, almost regal demeanor set them apart from the other children their age, their postures exuding an air of confidence and dignity that one could attribute to a lifetime of leadership and responsibility. Yet, they blended effortlessly into the crowd, two more young students embarking on their journey.
Estrella, Dusk, Noctus, Francesco, and Gylfie were disguised as kids, looking not out of place with the students from various schools across the country, eagerly anticipating their journey. Dusk and Noctus even had the cheeky grins of mischief-makers, not an uncommon sight among the students of boarding schools.
Stolas, Stella, and Paimon had taken on the appearances of dignified adults, their visages reflecting wisdom and authority that was enough to keep their young companions in line. Each of them was draped in clothing that echoed their status - Stolas, in a sharp suit, Stella in a fashionable dress, and Paimon in an elegant robe.
The troop of disguised Goetians converged near the barrier between Platforms 9 and 10, a normal brick wall to the uninitiated, yet to them, a portal to a world of magical marvels. Around them, mundane humans went about their business, oblivious to the extraordinary spectacle about to unfold.
Octavius and Octavia, leading the group, approached the barrier. Their human guises reflected curiosity and a hint of excitement. They walked steadily, with a determined stride, towards the seemingly solid wall. As they reached the barrier, they did not slow down. Without hesitation, they plunged forward, their bodies vanishing into the brick wall as if stepping through a curtain of water.
One by one, the rest of the Goetians followed suit. Viperion, in his human guise, casually stepped through the barrier, his muscular form disappearing into the seemingly solid wall. Estrella, Dusk, Noctus, and Gylfie followed, their young faces painted with anticipation. Last but not least, Francesco, Stolas, Stella, and Paimon joined the rest, seamlessly slipping through the barrier.
Behind them, the barrier shimmered for a moment before returning to its mundane appearance, leaving the bustling crowd of King's Cross Station none the wiser. On the other side, the troop of Goetians had stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, ready to start the quest.
As the disguised Goetians emerged on Platform 9 3/4, they were immediately met with the bustling, chaotic atmosphere of the magical platform. Owls hooted from birdcages, children ran about excitedly, and parents called out to their offspring amidst the hiss of steam and the roar of the scarlet steam engine.
Not too far from where they materialized, a large, boisterous family stood out from the crowd. They had the distinct red hair and freckles that marked them as members of the Weasley family.
Spotting the newcomers, the twin Weasley boys, Fred and George, quickly advanced with wide, mischievous grins on their faces. Their eyes twinkled with humor as they stopped before Octavius and Octavia, offering mock bows.
"Your Highness," Fred began, addressing Octavius with a grin, "We've been expecting you. Hogwarts is quite dreary without a king."
"And fair princess," George chimed in, winking at Octavia, "We do hope you'll enjoy your stay. We've got just the pranks to make things lively."
The twins' antics elicited a small chuckle from Octavius, as well as amused smiles from the others in the group.
Estrella, grinning, received a charming, albeit comical bow from both twins. "Our future queen," they chorused, drawing laughter from their younger siblings and bemused glances from the rest of their family.
Upon Molly Weasley's approach, she regarded Stolas and Stella with a keen eye, a warm smile tugging at her lips. "Ah, you must be the parents," she commented, extending a welcoming hand towards them. "It's always a pleasure to meet the families behind the new students."
Her eyes then fell on Paimon, and her smile broadened just a bit more. "And you, sir, must be the well-known grandfather," she said, her tone filled with mirth and a hint of admiration. "Your reputation precedes you. There's been quite the chatter about a certain daring display of assertiveness toward the Ministry of Magical Law Enforcement. Ruffled a few feathers, you did."
Paimon took a moment to appraise Molly Weasley, his eyes twinkling with a hint of amusement. "Ah, I see my antics have not gone unnoticed," he replied, the corners of his mouth curling into a sly grin. His tone was light, full of self-assured arrogance that stemmed from his status in the Ars Goetia, and he made no attempt to hide it. "One has to remind these stuffed shirts not to tread on us, after all."
A dismissive shrug followed his words, indicating his nonchalant approach to his audacious actions. He then glanced back towards his son Stolas, making no attempt to conceal his satisfaction at seeing his offspring's obvious discomfort at the public discussion of Paimon's actions.
He flashed an insincere smile at Molly, "Well, isn't this delightful?" he continued, seemingly enjoying the opportunity to make an impression, no matter how disruptive. "I do look forward to further interactions during our children's time at Hogwarts. Until then..." He inclined his head slightly in a nod, a hollow semblance of respect, and turned away, leaving the Weasleys to puzzle over the grandiose figure of Paimon.
As the Weasley family stood momentarily in awe of Paimon's bombastic demeanor, another figure gracefully stepped into their view. Stolas, exuding aristocratic charm, struck a paradoxical balance between dignified regality and effervescent whimsy.
"Greetings," he began, his voice a melodious lilt that was a perfect echo of his flamboyant persona. He gestured dramatically to himself and his companions, his eyes gleaming with a mix of anticipation and excitement. "What a marvelous day for embarking on an adventure, isn't it?"
Stolas' exuberance might have been mistaken for thoughtlessness, his own excitement occasionally seeming to cloud his awareness of his surroundings. However, a glance at his children, Octavia and Octavius, revealed the depth of his concern and affection. His eyes, usually filled with mirth, softened when they landed on his offspring, hinting at the emotional complexity that lay beneath his jocular exterior.
"My apologies if my father's manner has taken you by surprise," he said, his tone becoming serious as he referred to Paimon. "He often forgets himself in the presence of such... intriguing company."
Turning his attention to Fred and George, he asked, "And who might you two be?" The twins, in their typical style, introduced themselves with amusing banter. Stolas responded with genuine amusement, his hearty laughter filling the platform.
Despite his seemingly carefree demeanor, there was a note of melancholy in his eyes. Even in the midst of the bustling crowd, a sense of isolation clung to him. However, he quickly masked this with a resumption of his playful charm, his momentary vulnerability hidden away.
As the dialogue between the Weasley family and the hellish court unwound amiably, a distinctive hoot echoed, turning all heads. Gracefully descending from the sky, Hedwig landed elegantly on Octavius's outstretched arm, her wings wide. Emerging alongside her from a shadowy corner was the grand form of Nocturne, the Void Dragon. His formidable silhouette made several bystanders take a respectful step back, his aura carrying an uncanny chill yet casting a fascinating lure.
This commingling of wizards, demons, and mythical creatures seemed to meld the mundane with the supernatural, the ordinary with the extraordinary. Around them, others were preparing for their voyage to Hogwarts, entirely unaware of the potent presences silently veiled among them.
As the time neared to board the Hogwarts Express, Octavius pivoted towards his sister Octavia, "Recall our agreement. Our intention is to study, comprehend, and grow. Our presence here transcends mere adventure - it is a mission."
His sister nodded, the reflection in her eyes mirroring his grave tone, "We'll utilize this opportunity to the fullest, brother."
Stella stood a little aloof from the group, her gaze following the receding train as the scarlet steam engine swallowed the distance. Her features were a finely etched silhouette of elegance, yet beneath the poised facade lay a tumultuous tide of thoughts and emotions. While the rest of the group wished for the children's exciting journey ahead, Stella found herself wrestling with conflicting feelings.
"There they go," she sighed, her voice laced with a blend of reluctance and disappointment. "Our heirs to the throne, venturing to mingle with mere humans instead of standing tall here in Hell. They have the potential to conquer realms, to further elevate our status... and yet, they choose this..."
Her refined features stiffened, her brows furrowing ever so slightly. The platform, once buzzing with life, was starting to quiet down. Families were leaving, their goodbyes still echoing faintly in the air.
Stolas, standing by her side, gazed at the rapidly disappearing train, his heart a cocktail of emotions. He turned to Stella, the subtle concern in his cerulean eyes a stark contrast to her icy stare.
"Stella," he said, his voice soft yet firm. "This journey they undertake is not a departure from their duties, but an extension of it. They are venturing out into the unknown, not as mere students, but as the future rulers of our realm."
His gaze lingered on the vanishing train, his thoughts racing with the steam engine. "They need to understand more than just Hell; they need to understand the workings of other realms, the intricacies of different beings. This is how they will grow, Stella. This is how they will learn to conquer... not just Hell, but worlds beyond our realm."
Stolas paused, turning back to Stella. His gaze was warm, understanding. "I know you worry, Stella. We both do. But let's have faith in them. After all, they carry our blood, our strength."
Paimon, with his traditional wide grin, chose this moment to step forward, the twinkle in his eyes unmissable. "True as your words may be, Stolas," he chimed in, his voice a baritone contrast to the exchange that had just taken place, "It's always beneficial to, ahem, increase the bloodline, wouldn't you agree? The youngsters, Octavius in particular, could do with some... procreation."
A silence descended over them, a mixture of astonishment and repulsion etched on both Stolas and Stella's faces. As parents, they were both taken aback by Paimon's bluntness. Yet, they held their tongues, biting back their retorts. A Goetic King, Paimon was not someone they could afford to cross.
Choosing to deflect rather than engage, Stolas offered a lopsided smile, "Perhaps Octavius should focus on one task at a time, don't you think, father?" He then swiftly changed the subject, leaving Paimon's audacious comment hanging in the air, unanswered but not forgotten.
Unperturbed by the rebuff, Paimon tilted his head, eyes still twinkling. "Well, you see," he continued with unabated enthusiasm, "The time is ripe for these young ones to be spreading their wings, both literally and figuratively. Octavius has amassed so much power and created an entire realm... surely he can handle a few... additional responsibilities."
His mischievous smirk widened as he added, "After all, what is the point of being a King if one doesn't seize every opportunity for expansion? Surely we are not just discussing territory here, are we?"
As his chuckle echoed, the sound only magnified the grating effect of his insinuations, further ruffling the feathers of Stolas and Stella. Still, they maintained their silence, albeit with tightly pursed lips and stern looks directed at the unruly Goetic King.
Stolas, already ruffled by Paimon's unabashed comments, had his curiosity piqued. The noble air of his formality remained as he leaned in, eyes inquisitive, "Father," he began, his voice calm yet assertive, "What did you mean by that comment? 'What is the point of being a King...' Surely, you're not insinuating anything concerning Octavius?"
Stella, too, had picked up on the undercurrents of the conversation. Despite her hardened gaze fixed upon Paimon, she kept silent, giving her estranged husband the stage to question the King of Ars Goetia. The heavy air of anticipation settled upon them, leaving them to await Paimon's response.
At this, Paimon merely hummed, leaning back against a nearby brick pillar. His eyes glinted with an unfathomable amusement as he regarded the two, his facial expression remaining inscrutable. "Oh, it's nothing to concern yourselves over. Merely the idle musings of an old demon," he replied, the corners of his mouth twitching upwards in a slight smile. "Though I must say, our conversations of late have revolved quite frequently around our dear Octavius."
His gaze shifted towards Octavius, who was engrossed in conversation with some of the younger Weasleys. A seemingly fond look crossed Paimon's features, although there was a certain sharpness in his eyes.
"You see," he continued, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "even among our circle, Octavius has made quite a name for himself. His deeds, his power... they spark a fair share of discussion amongst us Kings and Dukes. And I dare say that these talks of ours... well, they seem to imply that our young King is destined for a future far beyond our expectations."
Paimon's words hung in the air, leaving Stolas and Stella to contemplate their implications. The expressions on their faces shifted between surprise, curiosity, and a hint of worry, the seeds of uncertainty planted by Paimon's cryptic comments.
In the quiet of his personal chambers, a place echoing with laughter and chatter of the past, Stolas stood, engulfed in the silence that had now become his companion. The room held a royal grandeur, yet beneath the glittering chandeliers and intricate tapestries, it bore an undeniable emptiness, much like his own heart.
He traced the frame of a family portrait, his fingers gently brushing over the painted faces of Octavius and Octavia. The twins held their youthful innocence in the still frame, their eyes sparkling with promise and potential. Octavius, his adoptive son, had grown into a formidable prince, his demeanor echoing Stolas' own regality. His progress, his growth, filled Stolas with an immeasurable sense of pride.
Then there was Octavia, his precious daughter. Her gentle nature and loving heart were her most endearing qualities. How much he had savored their moments of shared laughter, her endearing curiosity, and the unspoken bond they held. But now, those moments were mere memories, held captive in the silence of his empty home.
Stolas moved to the grand window of his chamber, looking out into the sprawling gardens. There was an unsettling calm that came with the departure of his children, a quiet that pressed onto him the stark reality of his solitude.
He had always been alone, hadn't he? His position, his duty, had demanded isolation, a sacrifice he had made willingly for the life that had been set for him. His marriage to Stella was a mere contractual agreement, their shared moments cold and devoid of the affection he so yearned for.
In raising Octavius and Octavia, he had found a purpose, a reason to look beyond the solitude. Their presence had ignited a warmth in his life, a beacon in the vast expanse of his loneliness. But with their departure, the flame seemed to flicker, casting long shadows of doubt and melancholy.
Stolas turned his gaze back to the portrait, a bittersweet smile gracing his lips. His children were stepping into a world of their own, a world he had once been preparing them to inherit. Now, all he could do was stand back and watch them bloom, much like the flowers in his vast garden.
As the Hogwarts Express chugged and huffed, its billowing smoke danced across the platform. The enchanted train, a wonder unto itself, filled the air with the clamor of excitement. Laughter echoed throughout the station as students clambered aboard, eagerly anticipating the journey that lay ahead.
Amidst the hustle, Octavius, Octavia, Dusk, Estrella, Francesco, and Noctus entered one of the compartments. Octavia surveyed the limited space with a slight frown. It was an intimate setting for a few, but certainly not for their party of six, particularly considering their numerous bags and trunks of essentials and oddities alike.
With a determined look in her eyes, Octavia took out her wand. "Stand back," she instructed, and her companions complied, their faces alight with curiosity. With a confident swish and flick, Octavia cast an undetectable extension charm, uttering the words, "Capacious extremis."
The compartment door responded immediately, shuddering and shimmering as if caressed by an unseen hand. The interior expanded into a larger, more comfortable space. The charm cleverly twisted the very fabric of space, pushing the boundaries of physics to accommodate them all. It was a perfect blend of elegance and practicality.
Octavia stepped back, a satisfied nod on her face, allowing the others to venture inside. The compartment was now comfortably spacious, more than enough to house them all, their luggage, and even some room to spare. The windows offered panoramic views of the English countryside, which began to blur as the Hogwarts Express picked up speed.
Outside their expanded compartment, the atmosphere on the Hogwarts Express was its usual mix of excitement. Students dashed from compartment to compartment, eager to meet friends they hadn't seen all summer. Trolleys rattled down the corridors, laden with magical sweets and snacks like Chocolate Frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. The cacophony of hoots, mews, and peculiar noises from magical creatures added to the symphony of the journey.
In their newly expanded compartment, Octavius, Octavia, Estrella, Gylfie, Dusk, Noctus, and Francesco gathered around, the excitement of their journey creating an undercurrent of anticipation. Bags were stowed away, robes were adjusted, and they settled in, each finding a comfortable spot within the spacious interior.
As they found their seats, eyes turned to Octavius, their unspoken question hanging in the air. Sensing their curiosity, Octavius cleared his throat and began to speak. "As you know, upon our arrival at Hogwarts, we will face the Sorting Hat ceremony," he started, "It's a traditional rite of passage, defining the House we will join and, to some extent, the path we will walk for the next seven years."
There were nods of understanding around the compartment. They had all heard about the Sorting Hat and the four Houses of Hogwarts - Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each held its own values and prestige, but the Sorting Hat's choice was said to reflect the traits the students valued most.
"But remember," Octavius continued, his gaze serious, "While the Sorting Hat's decision is of importance, the relationships we form with our fellow students hold equal weight. The first years we will meet, like us, are about to embark on a transformative journey. They will be our classmates, roommates, and possibly our closest allies in the years to come."
Dusk, always the strategist, tilted his head thoughtfully, then asked Octavius, "Who, then, are the key players we should aim to befriend? I believe understanding the landscape is the first step towards cultivating those crucial relationships."
With a look of deep introspection, Octavius started to reveal what he'd seen in his visions and earlier encounters. "In my foresight, I've seen several individuals who will play significant roles in our time at Hogwarts."
He began with Draco Malfoy. "The Malfoy family holds considerable influence in the wizarding world, though they're rather infamous for their firm belief in pure-blood supremacy. In one of my visions, I saw Draco, a fellow first-year like us. His ties could be beneficial, but we must tread lightly due to the Malfoy's well-known prejudices."
Next, his thoughts shifted to Hermione Granger. "I've glimpsed a young girl, immensely bright despite her Muggle-born status. Her name is Hermione Granger. Her parents aren't magical, but that doesn't diminish her exceptional potential. If my visions are correct, her intellect and knowledge could prove indispensable."
Turning his attention to another prominent wizarding family, he mentioned the Weasleys. "Another vision presented a member of the Weasley family, Ron, who will be starting his first year just like us. Their family may not be the wealthiest, but they command a significant amount of respect and connections, particularly within the Ministry of Magic. Ron could be a vital ally."
A thoughtful look fell over Octavius's features as he began to share his vision of Neville Longbottom. "Neville's importance cannot be understated, for he too could have been in my position. The prophecy that singled me out, also pointed to him. He was another child born as the seventh month died, and his parents had thrice defied Voldemort."
He paused, letting the magnitude of the prophecy sink in. "Just like myself, Neville could have been the 'chosen one', destined to be Voldemort's nemesis. There is a peculiar symmetry between us that I find both fascinating and sobering."
His gaze intensified, the weight of his destiny apparent in his eyes. "However, our paths diverged when Voldemort chose to target me instead of him, inadvertently sealing his own fate. That choice made me the 'chosen one'. Nevertheless, it didn't strip Neville of his importance."
"Indeed," Octavius continued, "Neville's spirit is unyielding. His parents were renowned Aurors, and they were tortured into insanity by Voldemort's followers. Raised by his strict grandmother, Neville had to grapple with his family's tragic legacy. My visions suggest that despite these hardships, he has developed an innate resilience."
The door of their compartment swung open, revealing the slightly flustered face of a tall red-headed boy. He glanced inside, then did a double take as his eyes took in the unanticipated spaciousness of the compartment, stretching beyond its normal dimensions.
"Blimey," the red-headed boy exclaimed, looking around with wide, blue eyes. He was clad in hand-me-down robes, and carried a tattered trunk and a caged rat. His gaze traveled across the group, the obvious shock on his face gradually transforming into awe at the luxurious space.
"That's...that's an extension charm, isn't it?" he stuttered, sounding almost breathless. His eyes met Octavius's, a glimmer of curiosity mixed with a hint of respect appearing in them. "Never thought I'd see one used on a train compartment. Hogwarts doesn't usually allow magic outside of class, but this is brilliant!"
He took a step into the room, his gaze flitting around as he took in the group. An awkward pause hung in the air as he hesitated, then finally asked, "Is there...erm...room for one more here?"
Octavius turned his attention to the redhead, a polite smile playing on his lips. "Certainly," he said, waving a hand to an empty seat. "Please, make yourself at home. And yes, your observation is correct - an extension charm was used here."
Ron, looking more relieved than he perhaps intended to show, dragged his trunk inside and let the pet cage rest on his lap as he gratefully sank into the offered seat. He took a moment to observe the unusual group of first-years. The distinct air of confidence that hung around them was hard to miss, even for a newcomer.
"I'm Ron Weasley, by the way," he said, turning his gaze to the rest of the room. "Just moved in from the compartment next door. It's quite a madhouse there, to be honest."
"Nice to meet you, Ron," Octavius replied, extending a hand. "I'm Octavius. These are my companions, Octavia, Estrella, Dusk, Noctus, Francesco, and Gylfie."
As each name was mentioned, the respective person offered a nod or a wave, welcoming Ron into the peculiar mix of personalities. Intrigued, but also visibly relaxed by their friendliness, Ron started to settle in, contributing his own stories and experiences to the vibrant conversation that filled their compartment.
Octavius gave a small chuckle at Ron's inquiry, remembering the encounter with the twin jokers earlier. "Well, it wasn't so much 'out-funnying' as it was a meeting of the minds," he explained. "They're quite the pair, aren't they? Quick-witted and sharp."
Gylfie piped up from her seat, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It wasn't that difficult once we got a sense of their humour," she said. "It's all about timing and delivery, really."
Ron gaped at them, awestruck. "Still, Fred and George are the tricksters of the family," he said. "They never pass up a chance for a good joke or prank. I've never seen anyone able to keep up with them like you two did."
"Well, every jest has its rhythm, and once you find it, you can dance with it," Octavius said, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Or lead it, in some cases."
Ron grinned at them, clearly impressed. "I'd pay to see someone lead Fred and George in anything," he said, chuckling. "This is going to be one interesting year, I can tell."
Ron's eyes flickered with curiosity as he took a step further into the compartment, his brow furrowing slightly. "But how did you manage to out-funny Fred and George?" he asked, his voice filled with a blend of incredulity and curiosity. "They are the tricksters of the family, always the ones pulling the pranks and getting the laughs. They usually have the last laugh, too."
Octavius and Gylfie exchanged a look, grinning at each other before they turned their attention back to Ron.
There was one more secret to keep.
Ron carefully took out a scruffy rat from his pocket, displaying him to the group with a small, prideful smile. "This is Scabbers, he's been with our family for years."
As soon as Ron brought out the shabby, tired rat and introduced it as Scabbers, a tension visibly snaked up Octavius' body. His eyes, previously lively and engaged, became sharper, colder - his gaze locking onto the creature.
Unbeknownst to Ron, Octavius wasn't simply staring at a family pet. His gaze penetrated deeper, past the fur, flesh, and bones, reaching the essence of the creature that he knew wasn't just a rat. His heart pounded with recognition, but he kept his expression carefully neutral.
"Ron," Octavius began, his voice steady despite the turmoil inside, "Would you mind if Scabbers stays in this cage?" He gestured toward the now-empty cage that once housed Nocturne, the owl having found a new perch on Octavius' shoulder.
As Octavius spoke, Ron could see something unusual about his new acquaintance's eyes. They held a glow - not the ethereal shimmer of spellcraft but something deeper, more primal. It was as if a celestial energy or some form of demonic force was simmering behind those irises. It was fascinating and terrifying, all at once. But before he could remark upon it, Octavius' eyes returned to their usual state, leaving Ron to wonder if he had imagined it.
A moment of silence stretched on, and Ron hesitated, taken aback by the abrupt request. He glanced from the extended cage to the inscrutable expression on Octavius's face, then down at Scabbers, who was twitching his whiskers nervously.
"Um, sure," Ron replied after a moment, a tad bewildered. He gently placed Scabbers in the cage, securing the latch. As he handed it back to Octavius, his gaze shifted to the mighty owl perched on Octavius's shoulder. He couldn't help but admire the bird's sleek feathers and piercing gaze. "Your owl... it's pretty impressive," he said, trying to lighten the slightly tense atmosphere.
"Thank you, Ron," Octavius responded warmly, some of the previous tension seeping out of his posture. "His name is Nocturne. He's a bit of a show-off, aren't you, mate?" Octavius teased, giving the owl a gentle stroke.
Dusk, who had been silently watching the whole encounter, gave a quiet chuckle at Octavius's words, his gaze subtly shifting between Octavius and the caged rat. He wasn't sure what Octavius was planning, but he was sure it was going to be interesting.
Meanwhile, Gylfie, Estrella, and Francesco were all exchanging glances, an unspoken understanding passing between them. It was clear that their journey to Hogwarts had already taken a curious turn.
"Hey, wait a minute," Ron's eyes widened in sudden realization, "Your dragon...Nocturne, was it? Isn't he the dragon from the Daily Prophet?"
A mischievous grin spread across Octavius's face, and with a gentle pat on Nocturne, the owl shivered and morphed, its form growing larger and more imposing until the sleek, fearsome figure of a Void Dragon draped over Octavius's shoulders, his golden eyes glinting with intelligence.
Ron's jaw dropped at the spectacle. "Blimey, that's...that's wicked!" he exclaimed, his fear rapidly morphing into fascination. "My brother Charlie's over in Romania studying dragons. He'd go mad if he saw this."
Nocturne's golden eyes twinkled in amusement, and he let out a soft, rumbling laugh that echoed eerily around the compartment. "Young man, if I may," he started in a deep, resonant voice that made the air around them vibrate slightly, "those 'dragons' your brother is studying are more likely Wyverns. They're distant relatives, yes, but not quite true dragons like myself."
Ron gawked at the dragon, his mind whirring with a thousand questions. The fact that he was talking to a real dragon—and one that could morph into an owl (or be morphed), no less—was something straight out of a fantasy tale, in the Wizarding World no less.
Just then, a knock sounded on the compartment door, and a young girl with bushy hair and a determined look peeked in. "Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one," she asked.
When Hermione entered the room, her eyes went wide at the sight of the charmingly large space. Then, with an audible gasp, she pointed towards Octavius, recognition dawning on her face. "You're Octavius!" she exclaimed, drawing attention to herself.
"I am," he responded with a small, nonchalant nod, as though it were an everyday occurrence to be identified in such a way.
Her gaze flicked around the room again, curiosity lighting her features. "Did... did you cast an extension charm in here?" she asked, her tone rising with excitement, but also edged with a certain apprehensiveness.
"You're very perceptive," Octavius said, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "My sister, Octavia," he gestured towards his sister who waved in return, "is particularly adept at Charms."
"But..." Hermione hesitated, biting her lip in worry, "That's a really advanced spell, isn't it? Aren't those supposed to be... well, restricted to adults?"
Her comment was met with a chorus of laughter from the room, except from Octavius who remained composed, albeit amused. "Rules," he said, "are only as effective as their enforcers. Hogwarts is a place to learn, after all."
As Hermione took in the sight of Nocturne, her eyebrows knitted together, her gaze sharp and analytical. "That's a dragon," she said, not quite a question but more of a statement. "But it's illegal to own a dragon!"
Nocturne simply chuckled, a deep rumbling sound that echoed within the vast space of the compartment. "They can try to claim me, but they'll find it quite the challenge," he said, his voice filled with a sense of amusement. "I'm not some pet to be owned, after all."
The dragon then turned to look at Octavius, a sense of understanding passing between them. Despite Nocturne's intimidating size and imposing presence, there was a sense of gentleness in his interactions with Octavius. They moved together like two parts of a whole, the bond between them clear and unshakable.
"They have a point," Octavius chimed in, still smiling at Hermione, "technically, Nocturne isn't my pet. He's my friend."
"Indeed," Nocturne added, nodding his large head in agreement. "I chose to be with Octavius. It's not a matter of ownership, but rather a mutual respect and friendship."
This gave Hermione something to think about as she bid them goodbye, leaving the compartment with a polite "I'll let Neville know you haven't seen his toad." As she exited, she was left with the undeniable impression that Octavius and Nocturne were a duo unlike any she'd seen before.
Before Hermione could make her exit, Octavia suddenly stood up from her seat, her eyes locking onto Hermione. "Wait, Hermione," she said, a spark of determination in her eyes.
Without a moment's hesitation, Octavia held out her hand, her lips mouthing the incantation, "Accio." There was a whoosh of air, a blur of movement, and then a plump toad appeared in Octavia's open palm, looking rather bewildered.
"Trevor," Octavia said, a soft smile on her face as she offered the toad to Hermione. "I think he was just playing hide-and-seek in one of the storage compartments."
Hermione looked startled, her eyes wide as she looked at Octavia and then at the toad. "How did you...?" she started, clearly surprised by the display of wandless magic.
"We have our ways," Octavia simply replied, her smile mysterious as she handed Trevor over to Hermione.
Hermione was left speechless, thanking Octavia with a nod before exiting the compartment with Trevor safely in her hands.
"So, do you think that'll be the last student?" Francesco asked.
"Nope." Octavia replied. "We have three more conversations to meet before we are given the ability to pay for the trolley."
Beelzebub lounged at her club's VIP section, her Hellphone illuminating her vibrant fur and lava-like hair. The neon lights of the club reflected off the fluid that filled her stomach, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors.
She opened the messaging app to see two new notifications: one from Octavius and one from Octavia.
Octavia: "Bee! We're on the Hogwarts Express. You won't believe the things we're seeing! Humans have... strange snacks."
Beelzebub chuckled, imagining Octavia's reaction to things the mortal world makes.
Octavius: "It's surreal, Bee. Being in a human form, surrounded by things that once felt familiar... It's like stepping into a past life."
Bee's fingers danced across the screen.
Beelzebub: "I can't even begin to imagine! You were once human, and now you're back there, albeit temporarily. It must be a rollercoaster of emotions. Stay strong, kiddo. Also, take pics!"
Octavius: "It is... nostalgic, in a way. A blend of who I was and who I've become. Thanks for checking in, Bee. It means a lot."
Octavius: "P.S. I'm not sure if they'd be okay with me taking pictures on a magical train!"
Beelzebub: "Hahaha, true! But if you ever get a chance, snap away! You know I live for the tea! Anyway, sending love to both of you. Stay safe and have fun! And remember, if you ever need a hellish hand, you know who to call. 😉"
Octavia: "Thanks, Bee! We'll keep you updated. Just... don't throw any mega parties without us!"
Beelzebub: "No promises! 😜 But seriously, take care of each other. See you both!"
As the conversation concluded, Beelzebub leaned back in her seat, a smile playing on her lips.
The crimson horizon began to dip behind the sprawling, majestic silhouette of the ancient Hogwarts castle, its countless towers and turrets outlined against the velvet twilight. The immense lake adjacent to it shimmered, casting fleeting golden glimmers on the approaching Hogwarts Express. A low whistle echoed through the mountainous terrain, heralding the arrival of a new academic year.
The students, a blend of eager first-years and seasoned seniors, jostled and craned their necks, peering out of the windows to catch the first glimpse of their beloved magical institution. Soft murmurs and gasps of awe filled the air, each compartment abuzz with excited chatter.
Among them, Octavius, with his unique past and unfamiliarity with this version of the magical world, felt a peculiar knot in his stomach. Beside him, Octavia gripped his arm, her excitement palpable. "Look at it, Octavius!" she exclaimed, pointing at the castle, which seemed to glow ethereally in the fading light.
Outside, the train slowed, wheels grinding and steam hissing as it made its final approach to Hogsmeade station. The familiar voice of the conductor echoed through the carriages, "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."
As the train came to a gentle stop, students surged toward the exit. The platform was filled with the hustle and bustle of people disembarking, sharing laughter, hugs, and the latest summer tales.
First-years, looking somewhat lost and overwhelmed, were immediately corralled by Hagrid, the gigantic Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. "Right yeh first years, this way with me!" boomed Hagrid, his voice carrying easily over the thrum of voices.
The small boats waiting at the edge of the lake were soon filled with eager young witches and wizards, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of lanterns, making their maiden voyage across the waters to Hogwarts.
Octavius, with Octavia, Nocturne resting on his shoulder, and their newfound friends, stared at the magnificent castle drawing nearer, its windows twinkling like a galaxy of stars, promising an interesting year of magic, mystery, and adventure.
Chapter Complete!
PS: It was a pain in the ass trying to get emoji's on a FanFiction series.