Leah's head was spinning. Ever since the full moon run with Harry, Hermione, and Teddy, her world had shifted in ways she never thought possible. Magic. A parallel world hidden right under their noses, living and thriving alongside the world she had always known. It was overwhelming but exhilarating at the same time. The Blacks had started opening up to her more, slowly pulling back the curtain that separated the mundane from the magical.
Harry and Hermione had shown her simple spells at first, just to ease her into the idea. A levitation charm here, a summoning spell there. But the more they revealed, the more Leah's curiosity grew. She had seen Hermione transfigure a fallen branch into a silver goblet and watched as Harry conjured flames with a mere flick of his wand. It was terrifying at first—the sheer power they wielded was unlike anything Leah had ever encountered. But the longer she spent with them, the more it fascinated her.
They had books—so many books—on every aspect of magic imaginable. Hermione's personal collection alone could rival a small library, and Leah had spent hours pouring over the pages, reading about magical creatures, enchanted objects, and complex spellwork. Every new thing she learned only deepened her desire to know more. She had thought she understood the supernatural world—shapeshifters, vampires, the tribe's ancient history—but magic was something else entirely. She had barely scratched the surface.
And now, Harry had decided it was time for her to experience the magical world firsthand.
"We need to go to Seattle," Harry had announced over breakfast one morning. "I've transferred all of my money from the Gringotts branch in Britain to the Seattle branch, and I need to check on a few things."
"Gringotts?" Leah had asked, unfamiliar with the term.
"It's a wizarding bank," Hermione had explained. "Run by goblins. They handle most of the financial transactions in our world. You'll get to see it soon."
The excitement in Leah's chest had flared. A wizarding bank? Goblins? She had no idea what to expect but was eager to see more of this hidden world.
They had used Floo travel to get to Seattle, a method that Leah had initially balked at. Traveling by fire? The thought alone made her stomach churn, but when Hermione had demonstrated, stepping into the green flames and disappearing in a flash, Leah couldn't back out. She had followed suit, feeling the strange sensation of spinning through space before stumbling out of a fireplace on the other side.
The disorientation faded quickly, but what replaced it was awe.
The magical section of Seattle was bustling with activity, yet completely hidden from Muggle eyes. Leah watched in wide-eyed wonder as witches and wizards in robes moved about, conducting their daily business. The air hummed with a subtle but palpable energy, a kind of electricity that set her senses on edge.
"This way," Harry said, guiding them toward a tall, stone building that loomed ahead. It had an ancient, fortress-like appearance, with iron doors and sharp angles that made it look more imposing than any modern structure Leah had seen in the city.
Leah glanced at Hermione as they approached. "This is Gringotts?" she asked, feeling a little nervous.
"Yep," Hermione nodded. "Don't be alarmed by the goblins. They can be a bit... abrasive, but they're professionals."
Leah didn't have much time to process that before the doors opened and she caught her first glimpse of the goblins. Short, with pointed features, sharp teeth, and long fingers, they were unlike anything she had ever seen. Leah had thought she knew the supernatural world, but goblins were completely alien to her. They moved quickly, darting between the desks and customers, their eyes gleaming with intelligence and something else—something dangerous.
One of the goblins led them to a private office, where Harry handled his financial matters. Leah watched in fascination as the goblin counted out piles of gold, silver, and bronze coins—wizarding currency that glittered under the light.
As they left the bank and stepped back into the magical section of Seattle, Leah felt like she was standing on the edge of something vast and unknown. Everything she thought she knew about the supernatural world seemed insignificant compared to this.
"I thought I knew everything," she muttered to Hermione as they walked through the bustling streets. "But it feels like I've only scratched the surface."
Hermione smiled, her expression understanding. "There's always more to learn. Magic is just one piece of a much larger puzzle. You'll see."
Leah nodded, her mind racing with the possibilities. This world—this hidden, magical world—was so much more than she ever could have imagined. And she was ready to dive deeper into it.
Leah Clearwater had seen a lot in her life, but nothing compared to the magical world of Seattle. As she strolled through the vibrant streets with Harry, Hermione, and Teddy, her eyes were wide with astonishment. There were shops filled with magical trinkets, enchanted clothing, potions, and all sorts of things she couldn't even begin to understand. Every corner they turned seemed to reveal something new, something wondrous, and she felt like she was caught in a dream she didn't want to wake from.
One thing that caught her attention right away was the array of ice cream flavors, far beyond what she'd seen back home. Lavender and honey swirl, peppermint toffee crunch, and even some that sparked with small flashes of light as you ate them. Teddy had insisted on trying nearly every flavor, his enthusiasm infectious. Harry, as rich as he was, didn't mind in the slightest. He ordered mountains of ice cream for both Teddy and Leah, even though Leah was hesitant at first.
"You're not used to being spoiled, are you?" Harry teased as Leah watched him hand over several gold coins to the vendor.
Leah chuckled awkwardly, shaking her head. "I don't really need all this."
"Nonsense," Hermione said, watching as Leah hesitated in front of a display of enchanted necklaces. "If you like it, we'll get it."
Despite Leah's reluctance, Hermione began picking out things she thought Leah might like. A beautiful scarf that changed colors based on the weather, a ring that glowed softly in the dark, and a pair of earrings enchanted to keep you warm during the coldest nights. Leah was hesitant to accept at first, but Hermione wouldn't take no for an answer.
The deeper they wandered into the magical marketplace, the more Leah was stunned by the diversity of magical clothing, accessories, and trinkets. It was as though every fantasy she had ever entertained about the supernatural world paled in comparison to the reality she was now living.
As they continued exploring, something else caught Leah's eye. It was a poster tacked to the side of a large shop. It depicted several people zooming through the air on broomsticks, chasing after a golden ball with wings.
"Quidditch match in California!" the poster announced. "Tickets available here!"
Leah remembered reading about Quidditch in one of the magical books Hermione had given her. It was a wizarding sport, played on broomsticks with several balls, but the thought of seeing it in real life had never crossed her mind.
"Why are they selling tickets to a match in California all the way out here?" Leah asked, genuinely curious.
Harry grinned at her, looking as though she'd asked the simplest question in the world. "Distance doesn't matter to wizards. You'll see."
Teddy's eyes lit up as he overheard the conversation. "Can we go, Dad? Please, please, please?"
Harry's smile widened. He had always loved Quidditch, and it was clear that Teddy had inherited his enthusiasm for the game. "Of course, we can go." Without hesitation, Harry bought three tickets. Since Teddy was still a child, he didn't need one, and they were handed four shiny, golden keys.
Leah looked at them, puzzled. "What are those?"
"Portkeys," Hermione explained. "They'll transport us straight to the stadium."
Leah couldn't believe how simple it all seemed. Magic really had no limitations. Before she could fully process it, they were off, and in an instant, she found herself standing in the middle of a vast Quidditch stadium.
The arena was immense, far larger than any stadium Leah had ever seen in her life. The sky was alive with color, as wizards and witches of all ages zoomed through the air on their broomsticks, weaving between enchanted tents and stands filled with fans. The buzz of excitement was palpable, and Leah could feel the magic in the air.
"Welcome to Quidditch," Harry said, grinning as he looked around the stadium with obvious joy. "There's nothing quite like it."
Leah couldn't argue with that. The match started quickly, and as soon as the players took to the air, Leah's breath was taken away. They moved with a speed and grace that was unreal, dodging and diving, chasing the enchanted balls as they zipped through the air. There was no sport in her world that compared to the intensity of Quidditch. She could feel the energy of the crowd surging with every goal, every hit, every breathtaking moment.
Harry and Teddy were completely engrossed in the game, cheering at the top of their lungs every time a goal was made or a Beater successfully knocked a Bludger toward an opponent. Teddy was bouncing in his seat, his excitement contagious as he clapped and cheered for his favorite players.
Leah, on the other hand, was a bit lost. She had read about Quidditch, sure, but the game was much more complicated in real life. There were so many players, balls, and tactics to keep track of.
Hermione, noticing her confusion, leaned over and began explaining the rules. "There are three types of balls. The Quaffle, the Bludgers, and the Golden Snitch. The Chasers score with the Quaffle by throwing it through one of the opposing team's hoops. The Beaters use bats to keep the Bludgers away from their team. And the Seeker—you'll want to keep an eye on them—tries to catch the Golden Snitch. Catching it ends the game and earns the team 150 points."
Leah nodded, trying to absorb all the information as she watched the match unfold. The Seekers were the most fascinating to her, flying higher than the rest, scanning the sky for the elusive Snitch.
Despite the complexity, Leah found herself getting swept up in the excitement. Harry and Teddy's enthusiasm was infectious, and soon, she was cheering right along with them. The speed, the agility, the sheer spectacle of it all—it was mesmerizing.
As the match reached its climax, with both teams neck and neck in points, Leah couldn't tear her eyes away from the action. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and she couldn't help but think that this magical world was far more extraordinary than she had ever imagined.
As they arrived back in Seattle through the Portkey, Leah's heart still raced from the excitement of the Quidditch match. The car ride back to Forks was filled with animated chatter as they relived their favorite moments from the game. Teddy was still buzzing, recounting every thrilling play he had witnessed, while Hermione smiled, delighted to see him so enthusiastic. Leah, however, felt a mix of emotions as they traveled along the familiar roads.
Harry drove with ease, his gaze focused on the winding road ahead. "You know," he said, glancing at Leah through the rearview mirror, "the Blacks own twelve properties all over America."
Leah raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Twelve? Why so many?"
Harry chuckled softly. "Well, I didn't buy any of them. Each property is inherited and has its own charm, but we chose Forks because it feels so much like Britain. The forests, the weather… it reminds us of home."
"Forks is perfect," Leah said, her heart swelling with gratitude. "I can't imagine what my life would have been like if you hadn't come here. Thank you for choosing to stay."
"Honestly, it feels right," Hermione replied, her tone sincere. "It's not just about the location. It's about the people we connect with. And I think you're one of those people."
Leah felt a warmth spread through her, a sense of belonging that she hadn't experienced in a long time. Since meeting Harry and Hermione, her world had expanded beyond her wildest dreams. She had explored a magical side of life she never knew existed, and with each adventure, she felt a deeper connection to her new friends.
As they pulled into the driveway of the Black family home, Leah looked out at the large, elegant structure surrounded by towering trees. The house was a blend of classic architecture and modern touches, its dark wood contrasting beautifully with the lush greenery around it. It felt welcoming, almost like a fortress of warmth amidst the cool Washington air.
Once inside, the atmosphere was cozy and inviting. The fireplace crackled softly, casting flickering shadows on the walls, while the smell of something delicious wafted from the kitchen. Leah followed Harry and Hermione into the living room, where they settled onto the plush sofas.
"Did you have fun?" Harry asked, leaning back with a contented sigh.
"More than I can express," Leah admitted. "I never thought I'd experience something like that. It felt so exhilarating, watching people fly and compete like that. It's a whole new world."
"Wait until you see more," Hermione said, her eyes sparkling. "There's so much more to magic, and we've barely scratched the surface."
Leah nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation bubble inside her. She wanted to learn everything she could about the magical world, especially now that she had a foothold in it. The desire to explore and understand her new reality was overpowering.
As they settled in for the evening, the conversation shifted to future plans. Harry suggested they explore more magical spots around Forks and even hinted at introducing Leah to other magical creatures they had yet to encounter.
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