The Potter manor was one of Harry's family many estates. But it was his favorite over the Black's. the manor was built in 1066 with royal permission, the manor boasted grand rooms like a potion lab, bed chambers, an elegant dining room, and a library. The foyer, unchanged since the 1800s, was adorned with travel-acquired statues, a large grandfather clock, enchanted suits of armor, and a town painting. Its magnificent white marble staircase connected the manor's rooms. Harry was amazed to find old parchments suggesting the estate was once co-owned by Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin, though their accuracy was uncertain. He really did enjoyed restoring the property to its former glory.

But today, Harry felt the need to leave the house and the restoration for an easy escape from everything that had happened resenly. He walked purposefully through the open courtyard towards the forest. Ron and Hermione had decided to go on a well-deserved date. Only the gods knew how much they needed some time for themselves, without constantly worrying about him. In Harry's opinion, they were worrying too much; everything had worked out so far, so why wouldn't this situation resolve itself too? After all, it wasn't like he couldn't possibly die anyway.

A lot had yet again changed, but in many respects, it stayed the same. After meditating and revisiting a particular memory, Harry's magic felt strangely altered. This was partly because he finally accepted that his dreams were truly memories of a past life. How could they not be? With everything Hermione had theorized and all that was happening to him—alongside the transformations he was experiencing—what else could it be?

However, he couldn't quite identify what was most troubling him at the moment. On one hand, it was as if he was viewing the world with fresh eyes; everything appeared so vivid, colorful, and alive. This wasn't due to not wearing his glasses; something within him had shifted.

As he absorbed his new sight, he noticed a subtle anxiety starting to creap up within his chest. After all, he was alive now, wasn't he? He hadn't recalled anything about Loki, Asgard, or the fae until these dreams started. This suggested that something had occurred to erase his memories of the life he once knew, though he had no clue what that event might have been. The real question was, what exactly had happened?

It was too many questions for Harry's overwhelmed mind to process at the moment. He decided he needed to escape everything and run freely in the woods. It had taken them several years of intensive training to discover their animagus forms, and a few additional months of research to become familiar with them, but now all three were officially registered animagi.

Harry smiled as he took a deep breath, and his lungs filled with the scent of the damp forest. It was still some drizzle in the air, and heavy gray clouds hung over his head, but he did not think it would rain too much for a while. Harry closed his eyes and felt his magic react immediately, and the transformation began to pull over him. He exhaled slowly to embrace the familiar feeling of changing body parts. Before, it had hurt, but now, it was like a second form. He could switch between the two as quickly as he could change clothes.

Harry's body started to contract, with dark fur sprouting from his once fair skin, now turning a deeper shade. His jaws grew stronger and longer, his teeth reshaping into sharp tools capable of ripping through muscle and breaking bones. Every scent became more distinct, and he could hear the faint buzz of a dragonfly from several meters away. Gradually, Harry opened his eyes to this new perspective and stretched his stiff body with a loud creak; a contented hum resonated through him at the delightful sensation.

Following the events of the past few days, he was relieved that his animagus form had remained unchanged. It reassured him that he was still himself in some way—once Harald, but now he was Harry Potter, the son of James and Lily Potter. Without delay, Harry launched into a sprint, his powerful muscles flexing and extending as his claws ripped up grass and earth. The enormous midnight-black wolf moved effortlessly through the familiar forest.

When Harry initially saw his animegus form, he felt a brief moment of disappointment. He had expected, since his Patronus had been a stag before, that his Animagus form would be the same, just as his father's had been.

It was Ron's remark that really made him pause to think: he wasn't his father. He was Harry Potter, not James Potter. So why should his animal resemble his father's when he was his own individual? An animagus reflected one's spirit animal, embodying who you truly are.

Harry was in his animagus form easily twice as tall as a regular wolf and more muscular. Hermione joked that he was a Ulv, an ancient werewolf who could deliberately switch between his shapes. Something he was not entirely against, as the form suited him.

After running for a good while, Harry began to slow down and trot contentedly between the trees. The last few weeks had been tough on both his body and mind, but now the changes had become more calm and stable. He still had headaches, but not as bad as before and he has stopped changing his appearance.

Harry allowed himself to be enveloped by the forest's magic, sensing it pulsating through the air and ground. He inhaled deeply, savoring the forest's aroma, and paused momentarily. With his head raised, he let the light rain sprinkle over him, simply relishing the peace the forest offered.

He still could not believe that he owned all this because Potter was one of the oldest families; they also had one of Scotland's largest magical properties. The land that stretched around Potter Manor was something out of the ordinary magical forests. Several hectares of forest, meadows, mountains, and lakes merged into the pristine medieval forest.

After he moved in, Harry tried as often as he could to walk among the magical animals that lived there; he could easily survive outside for several days without returning to the mansion. He made sure to do it often as it gave him inner peace. However, this evening seemed different; why could he not have a single evening in peace?. A dull, irritated morning vibrated in his massive chest when he felt a sudden cold and heavy feeling pull in over the forest. A sense that has not been there a few minutes ago.

A chilling sensation seeped into his bones, leaving him cold to the core. Although there was no odor in the air, he could sense vibrations deep within himself. Whatever it was, it disrupted the magic of the forest.

Harry turned towards the source of the strongest sensation. His instincts had never led him wrong before. Suddenly, his keen nose caught the scent of decaying flesh. This was a new and unfamiliar smell, unlike any he had encountered from the usual forest visitors. His green eyes narrowed, and he broke into a run in that direction.

An urgent voice inside urged him to hurry. He needed to reach the source quickly. The stench of decay thickened, and he imagined a dark, purple mist spreading across the ground. The strange energy and sensation intensified, pushing him to move even faster. Despite his muscles protesting the speed, he knew he had to reach it before it was too late.

Harry practically flew over the fallen trunk that was in his way, and suddenly he heard a sound that made his insides become icy cold. A high-pitched childish scream cuts through the dark forest. He knew very well what magical creatures were moving in the woods; he had even seen herds of winged horses that contained Abraxas, Granian, and Thestraler. Hearing whining sounds from them was not uncommon, but such a terrifying scream was not usual, not with that undertone, almost like a human last death cry. And he had heard enough of such screams to recognize it.

After the battle of Hogwarts, after all the death that surrounded them, he had noticed a magical creature fighting alongside them. And he knew of what that sacrifice meant to said beings. Harry had no idea what he was thinking after all, but he had sought out his old division professor to present his offer in the days after the battle.

The forbidden forest Centaur herd had not allowed him to return after the battle as they considered him unclean and degrading. It left him homeless and without a job; Firenze had then wandered without a herd for a while before encountering his mate, a beautiful red pinto male named Orion. The centaur was more white than red but what had caught Harry's interest was that Orion had wings on his back!

Harry had never seen a winged centaur before; Orion was soft-spoken and careful and did not attract attention. So when Harry met them, he, of course, opened his home for both of them to live in peace without having to worry.

It had not taken much persuasion on Harry's part to get them here, and he was glad he could open his home to one of his old teachers. But in recent years, more outcast Centaurs had found a home in the Firenze's herd; if Harry does not remember wrong, they were now seven adult centaurs in the heard. Besides, this spring, the heard had been blessed with foals, something that was highly celebrated among them. The celebratin had been so loud that the golden trio had been able to listen to them from the balcony of the main hous.

Firenze was fortunate to have twins, while two other couples welcomed a foal each. As a result, four healthy and joyful centaur foals now roamed his land, part of a growing colony that surpassed the one at Hogwarts in size and was neither intimidating nor arrogant. These were new times, and these Centaurs valued both the messages of the stars and the knowledge gained from their surroundings.

Harry shot forward even faster than before, magic caressed his tense muscles, and the smell of decay grew stronger. He could now see a humanoid dark-skinned figure in front of him; the dark shadows that the forest cast over them made the figures more horrible.

The closer he got, the more of the distorted creature became apparent as it dragged itself forward, the long arms trailing behind it. Blood dripped from its long front teeth in a breathtaking sound leaving its black mouth. He immediately recognized it. A living dead.

He was baffled as to how a Ghoul had managed to infiltrate his property. Had the wards failed? He hadn't considered that possibility before. It was clear he needed to address the issue and renew them; the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. No one had likely tended to them since his parents lived here two decades ago.

With a fierce growl, Harry launched himself at the creature, his powerful form crashing into it and driving it away from its target. The small palomino centaur had been knocked to the ground and struggled to rise, fear evident in the foal's expression. Harry positioned himself protectively in front of the young centaur, hoping she wouldn't find him too intimidating.

Harry lowered his massive head, and his lips were parted, and bared his sharp teeth, he stared intensely at the intruder who was slowly recovering. Harry had encountered both werewolves and vampires in the forset, but never a ghoul before; how did you kill it? And what did this one do here? Why was it alone? They used to wander in flocks, mush like dementors.

The creature suddenly threw itself at him with a snarl, and Harry pushed away all thoughts and instead focused on neutralizing the dangerous creature in front of him. He could not use his magic in this body, but he did not need it either. He had both sharp teeth and strong claws that could tear creatures to pieces. It did not take him many minutes before the creature's body collapsed into a pile on the ground. A dark liquid flowed out of the body and eroded the land around the fallen body, slowly breaking down into a more dust-like substance.

Harry exhaled sharply to rid his nose of the foul smell, then lifted his head and listened intently to the forest, sniffing for any other threats. The sensation within him hummed with contentment upon detecting no further danger. Though the creature's vile presence still tainted the natural energy, it was no longer a threat.

Harry slowly turned and gazed at the foal, now at a safe distance from him, trembling in shock over the recent events. The foal's large blue eyes were wide with fear, and Harry noticed blood trickling down her wounded arm and shoulder, although she didn't seem too badly hurt otherwise. He let out a low whine and crouched down slightly, attempting to appear smaller and less intimidating to avoid frightening her further.

He could see the small wings protruding from the foal's back fluttering a little, and together with the blue eyes, he could clearly see who her sire was. So this was one of Firenze and Orion's twins; the question was, what did she do alone so far in from the herd?

Harry moved cautiously towards the foal, keeping himself as low as possible. As he approached, the foal retreated, her legs flailing in panic, worried that he might pose a threat. Harry paused for a moment, then gently lay down. Unfortunately, she had never encountered him before, or else he could have already assisted her with her injuries. However, the herd was quite reclusive, and Harry had been reluctant to intrude.

He remained on the ground and kept his head low. Waiting. Centaurs were very protective of their young and never let strangers near them until they were at least six months old. The young mare stared at him with big sapphire blue eyes, and she did not seem to know how she would react to the strange wolf that had saved her.

"d-don't e-eat ... eat me? please, Mr. w-wolf, "she stammered low with a voice filled with both pain and fear.

Harry shook his head slowly at her words, his response seemed to calm her down a bit, but she was still tense and ready to try to escape in case she needed to. He slowly raised his head and tilted his head slightly. His emerald green eyes were fixed on her while he waited for her to calm down. Should he change? No, then she would probably be too scared and hurt herself more. She needed to calm down before, and Harry kept quiet while she took in the whole situation.

The filly blinked slowly and began to relax more and more; he could see how her gaze shifted in from the ghoul and back to him.

Harry felt like doing a joyful jig as he noticed her gaze gradually shifting while she pondered. She started to comprehend that he wasn't just any ordinary wolf, unlike the ones her parents had always cautioned her against. Despite her initial hesitation, his understanding demeanor and those captivating green eyes held the young mare's attention. She recalled tales of the courageous man who had welcomed them into his home, remembering his strikingly intense forest green eyes.

"a-are you sure?"

Harry let out a soft, happy noise and nodded. His tail swayed gently on the ground, collecting bits of branches and dirt, though he paid it no mind for the time being. His focus was on soothing the mare, and he was thrilled when she spoke once more, having finally understood.

"Ere… are you Mr. Potter? " the big blue eyes were filled with tears when she asked this, and her whole body was now shaking violently. Could it be their protector who saved her? She had heard her sire and carrier talk about the young wizard who owned the forest they lived in and his great deeds in the war that happened several years ago. All the foals in the herd loved to hear stories between them and learned to read the stars.

Harry nodded and took it as a sign that he could approach her. This time, she allowed him to get closer, staying where she was. He gently sniffed her hoof and gazed up at her as she looked down at him. He noticed her eyes beginning to lose focus, indicating she was slipping into shock. Harry lifted his head and listened to the forest sounds around them. Not hearing any other centaurs, he deduced that the herd was quite a distance away, and he calculated that the mansion was reasonably far as well.

Walking with an injured foal after dark wasn't wise due to the numerous predators around. Should he transform back? Doing so would mean losing his heightened senses. Harry softly nudged the foal's arm, and she lifted it at his prompting, slowly stretching her hand toward him. When she tentatively ran her trembling fingers through his fur, he emitted a low, vibrating sound and pressed his head against her hand. He attempted to envelop her with his energy, conveying calmness, security, and safety.

Her eyes shone with tears that now began to fall down her pale cheeks. Harry then slowly withdrew from her touch and then shifted back to his human form in front of her. His long black hair fell wildly around his shoulders, and it moved in the weak wind that his magic exudes, and he squatted in front of her with a calm smile.

"Hello there, little one," Harry said softly when the foal jerked but thankfully did not escape from him.

"It's okay," he continued, holding his hand to hers, and she stared down at it as if she thought he was going to eat her. "You know who I am, and I suspect I know who you are."

The mare blinked her wide doe-eyes and asked, "do you?" Harry nodded in response. "You must be either Thea, or Nova."

The foal stared up at him, and he could see the wonder spread when he said her name. "N-Nova"

Harry nodded, "Nice to finally meet you, Nova; I'm a good friend of your Sire," he then said, holding out his hand to her. "Could I look over your wounds? must they hurt you very much? "

Nova suddenly made a low whining sound, as if he suddenly reminded her that she was hurting herself and realized that it hurt a lot. Tears now ran down her cheeks in a steady stream, and her breathing increased.

"Yes-s," She said, "I want to Sire aa-and carrier," she snorted, and her body now began to shake when the shock started to grip her, and Harry decided to take the risk and get closer. When she was not protesting, he put her arm in a light embrace and let his magic embrace her more and more.

"Hush, i know little one, I will take you to them as soon as you can walk properly, alright? I'm not going to leave you here."

She made a new whining noise and hid her face in his sweater, and her arms clung to him while he held the little foal and rocked her softly back and forth and pulled her fingers through the light hair. When her tears finally began to subside, he looked down at the exhausted Nova and wiped a tear away from her cheek.

"May I look over your wound, Nova?" he asked her softly because even though she was only a foal, she was a centaur; they were proud creatures by birth. And even though an adult centaur would probably deny him, he hoped this little one would not. But he did not have to worry much because after a bit of thought, she nodded, head still buried in his shirt. Harry smiled weakly and let his hand hover over the wound on her shoulder, and he could feel his magic gather under his palm. He could not heal it entirely, but he needed to stop the bleeding.

"Can you tell us what happened?"

"W-we were playing by the pond," she exclaimed in a high-pitched voice as an uneasy feeling crept over her shoulder. "Thea chased me, Malar, and Rapkin. It was so much fun! We were so fast they couldn't catch us! Everyone was running everywhere," she continued, a big smile spreading across her young face. Though tears lingered, she was engrossed in her story.

"Then Rapkin suddenly vanished, and I couldn't find him again. That's when I noticed the forest I was in seemed strange," she mumbled a bit softer than before. "I got scared, tried to find my way back, and ran faster because I know Carrier hates it when I'm too far away, but then I came across... encountered that... t-that..."

"It's okay. I think I can put together what happened afterward."

Harry sensed her fingers entangled in his long hair, her head leaning on his shoulder, as if she was drawing in his presence and energy. To be frank, it was slightly fustrating; he was clueless about handling kids, let alone mystical beings like the centaurs. Harry glanced down at the foal, which started trembling once more, and used his free hand to gently smooth its platinum blonde hair.

"You were incredibly brave, Nova," Harry reassured her gently. He had never been this near to centaurs before, but this was just a young foal who had gone through something dreadful, so it was understandable she needed comfort. Harry glanced at the wound, which had healed well but remained an irritating red mark. It would eventually leave a scar.

"I'm staying with you tonight, so we'll go to your flock tomorrow, okay?" asked her low, but he got no answer. Harry looked down at her and saw that she was already asleep from exhaustion on him. He quickly checked her hooves and wings for more injuries but found none, thank goodness.

He took out his wand and waved it in an intricate pattern before breaking up some protective barriers and notes-me-not charms around them. When he was happy with the result, he changed shape to the giant wolf again to keep her warm and that he could hear much better in this shape. Luckily, neither Ron nor Hermione would notice that he was not coming home; they were probably fully occupied by each other.

Harry settled down behind the foal, positioning the little creature snugly between his legs and stomach. He sensed Nova shifting slightly in her slumber, nuzzling her head into his warm fur. As he listened to the surrounding forest and inhaled the scents carried by the air, he anticipated a long night ahead. It was likely already past midnight when he finally surrendered to the drowsiness that enveloped him, trusting his magic to alert him should any danger approach. With that reassurance, he allowed sleep to overtake him, and a peculiar new memory began to surface.

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Loki was excruciatingly bored, which was never a good sign. He already longed for his other half. They both knew that eventually, they'd have to part ways for an extended period. They had managed to find a pleasant balance between exploring different realms and living their lives.

Loki's thoughts wandered to his little fae partner; they had been together and committed to each other for several years now. They had shared many adventures and faced numerous obstacles along the way. Loki had a knack for creating chaos wherever he went, whether intentionally or not, and he typically enjoyed it.

As Harald's 700th birthday neared, he was set to fully realize his magical powers, in line with Fae tradition. Fae magical growth occurred in three stages, with the final stage marking their transition into adulthood within their family. This transition brought several changes: most notably, they would finally marry. Additionally, his young one was expected to receive a surge of power from this transformation.

If the rumors were accurate, Harald's magical powers would likely be doubled, or even tripled, considering the immense magical core he already possessed. Magic was an integral part of Harald's identity; it was as if he lived and breathed it. Thus, keeping him apart served as a precautionary measure. It was essential for Harald to be in Alfheilm instead of Asgard. In the event of an unforeseen incident or if his transformation became more turbulent, their expertise would be crucial. Unfortunately, Loki didn't possess that level of knowledge yet.

But Loki hated that he was not allowed to be there with him when it happened. It was his fiancé! He felt powerless when he could not be beside his little prince and protect him from all that he considered a danger or an act of irritation—mainly the big excuse for a brother, who loved dueling with his little mate. But that was a story for another time.

This was something that the older royals had agreed on, something that Odin stuck to, and everyone knew that Odin's words were law. It was useful for young couples to grow into their roles and strengthen their bonds with the distance. However, Loki was ready to ignore everything his father said and sneak over anyway, he had plans to do so tonight, and no one could stop him.

It was purely rubbish that they needed to be separated if you asked Loki, but then again, no one did. Loki grinned when his already created plan would happen already this day. He needed to meet his fiancé and did not intend to let his dear father's strange views stop him.

At the moment, Loki tried to play his role as an obedient son and concentrate on the pitiful excuse of a meeting that their father forced both Thor and him to attend. Thor, with his annoying careless personality, sat and slept - with open eyes! - which made him just look stupider than he was.

Sometimes Loki wondered if they were even related or if his parents decided to adopt Thor out of pure mercy. Loki had always been the one who took on the more political part of their upbringing; he liked it, the cunning power play that was handled by well-chosen words. It is who he was; his brother liked the more aggressive form of his responsibilities; training and fighting were more in his fortune.

In these meetings, Loki managed to use his so-called silver tongue to its utmost ability and often without being noticed or accused of doing so. Sometimes when he felt extra bored, he could easily distort the words and create a bit of chaos in an already chaotic situation. It would not exactly make any significant difference. However, what irritated him was that Thor was the crown prince and could escape everything that Loki would be punished for if he was found out. Like sleeping in an 'important' meeting.

His blonde mountain of a brother, who always had difficulty keeping his interest in the subject, had significant problems concentrating if whatever subject didn't interest him. And he was their next king? Loki worried about their kingdom. He rubbed his forehead lightly as he heard another of the ancient goats, arguing over some gems and how the stars warned of desperate times.

If he had to go through this torture, Thor would have to go through with him.

Loki cast an irritated look at the slumbering figure, as if to say there were no excuses for such vulnerability. Thor was practically inviting an attack. Really, he would do him a favor by pointing it out for him. And as discreetly as Loki could, he extended his middle finger, releasing a jolt of energy that struck Thor's leg, causing him to grunt in surprise.

Thor leapt up from his seat, frantically searching for the source of his discomfort, and accidentally toppled his goblet of wine that had been harmlessly resting before him. The crimson liquid spilled onto the floor, drenching half of Thor's pants in red. Loki struggled to maintain a straight face as the entire room fell silent, eyes fixed on the scene involving his beloved brother.

The older council stared at the Crown Prince, and Odin raised a bushy eyebrow over the rude interruption."Do you want to say anything, my son?" Odin's stern voice took on a different undertone than he had before.

"Emh… I ..." Thor opened his mouth but closed it again and looked utterly lost, like a puppy who did not know where his favorite toy had gone. He had no idea what had been said or happened, and he sought his brother's gaze and gave him an annoyed expression when he realized what exactly had happened. He knew very well who was responsible for his current situation.

Loki gazed at him with wide, innocent green eyes. Thor squinted at him, allowing the room to be enveloped in a sober, tense, and somewhat humiliating silence.

Loki cleared his head slightly, his eyes fixed on him instead, "What my dear brother is probably trying to get across is that maybe it's time to take a break, All-father, we have been sitting in this meeting since sunrise, and the sun is already high on the sky, "

Odin nodded. "It's a great suggestion, Thor, let's take back this discussion mid-solstice," he said and hit his pole in the ground and got up, and the others quickly followed his initiative.

Loki rolled his eyes and shook his head at their father's words. Of course, he would believe that was what Thor wanted, and sometimes he wondered why he even tried. The sound of scraping chairs and footsteps led them out of the room followed the All-fathers command. Once they were out of earshot, Loki could no longer hold back the laughter that shook his shoulders, and he threw his head back as the sound pearled out of him.

The blonde muscle mountain looked at him, annoyed when Loki broke down in front of him. "Loki…." Thor said in a deadpanned voice, "that was a waste of good wine, and I had a nice dream."

"Really, now, brother?" Loki cocked an elegant black eyebrow, feigning wonder all over his feature. "Then you definitely have your priorities right" he continued to chuckle at his misfortune.

"It was just a bit of fun; relax, brother."

Thor gave him another annoyed look, "Little help, as compensation?"

Loki waved his hand, "Do it yourself; you have time."

"Loki-i" now suddenly whined a very dissatisfied Thor, "It's a long way to my room!"

Loki just chuckled in response; he had to blame himself for his own clumsiness. Although he could quickly have helped him with his magic, it was a punishment for leaving him alone with the ancients. He was not the one who had slept during a meeting anyway.

Loki began to leave the meeting room with Thor trailing behind in a gloomy mood. As he walked, he abruptly slowed his pace. An unusual rush swept over him, and without warning, a sharp pain struck his back. It felt as if a dagger had sliced from his shoulder blades down to his hip.

Loki couldn't suppress the scream that escaped him as his legs gave way, causing him to collapse to his knees. Thor's worried voice echoed nearby, but Loki couldn't comprehend the words. His skin suddenly felt like it was on fire, as if it had been stripped away, tearing painfully at his side—specifically on the right, over his soul mark.

Loki clenched his jaw tightly to stifle the scream threatening to escape, clutching his tunic to reveal his shoulder where the soul mark began to transform. His heart seemed to stop as he looked at the mark, horrified by what he saw. His eyes immediately noticed the change, but his mind struggled to comprehend its significance.

The once-vibrant carpet of forget-me-nots and peonies had inexplicably changed to the wrong color, it was dull and grayish.

But that could not be possible; it just did not happen; the only time a soul's mark was withering was when its equivalent was near death or, worse, already dead.

The fear and agony clawed viciously at Loki, and this time he couldn't suppress the agonizing scream that erupted from his throat as a brutal surge of magic struck him dead center on his back. It seared through him, as if someone was viciously carving the flowers from his flesh. Loki's scream intensified, raw and unrestrained, as the sensation ripped through his body and soul, the magic suddenly being violently absorbed into the mark, leaving it utterly desiccated.

"Loki!" Thor's voice broke through his thoughts, filled with concern and panic. He rushed towards Loki, kneeling down beside him and placing a hand on his trembling shoulder.

Loki was oblivious to the moment when darkness engulfed him, as every fiber of his being was consumed by the relentless, excruciating pain that shredded his entire existence and soul. He plummeted deeper into the endless void, a strange hollowness rising in his soul as he lost his fight to stay awake.

A / N:
Oops, sorry for the cliffhanger. But sorry, not sorry? )

Yes, the memory was from Loki, but as they are the same 'soul,' I wanted to include him in the memory story.

Oh, And just as you know, I used the Firenze described in the books, not in the movies. I do not believe he got nearly enough time in the Movie as he was a professor for two years, was with them at Dumbledors funeral, and in Hogwarts' battle. And it pissed me off that they changed his appearance in the Movie. All the facts on the Potter Manor are from the Harry Potter fanon dot fandom. I fell in love with it and had to include it.

Until next time! \-^^-/