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Harry Potter fic - The Wished in Witch
Reincarnated into the Wizarding World with a mature mind and mysterious abilities, Willow uses her knowledge, ingenuity, and subtle magical enhancements to carve out a powerful, behind-the-scenes role for herself. Armed with a magical case similar to Newt Scamander's, she runs an underground support system for students while carefully staying out of the spotlight.
HTTYD fic - System in the Viking World
A modern girl gets thrown into the world of How To Train Your Dragon with a necklace that gives her something special along with an advantage of having watched every bit of Httyd Media she could get her hands on
I wake up and look up at the ceiling. My back doesn’t hurt as much thanks to this bed, that’s good. I get out of bed and walk to the toilet bucket. After that I put on new not pajama clothes, the long tunic and fur lined pants warm me. I put on long wool socks, then boots, then the jacket. I dig into the box of clothes and find leather gloves. Well, it’s better than nothing I guess. I slip them before sitting in the chair for a moment looking around. My home…
I sigh deeply before standing once more,” let's get this show on the road.” I grab my backpack and do my check list. Knife, good. Waterskin, good. Twine, good. Should I bring the bow? It would be good to have in an emergency. I hang I put more wood on the fire before walking to the door. As I open it I see a fresh layer of snow sitting on top of the old snow. The sled I made is propped but against the rock face, safe from snow. I start the trek to my rabbit snare. I yawn and see a group of deer run away at the sight of me. They look tasty… I snicker at myself. I continue walking and see the snare caught something. I run as fast as I can in the snow and see a thick white rabbit laying limply with the snare around its neck. I take it out and feel excited. I put it in my backpack and reset the trap.
Level two Acquired - +1 Passive Resource Collection
I move as fast as I can to the fish basket. I jump sloppily over a log and trip. I get up and run. I see my fish basket full. I have food! I reach in and grab the basket. I hold it high about my head and cheer out loud.
“ I did it!” I carry the fish basket back to the cave. I rush through the snow holding the fish basket filled to the brim with fish. They look like the Arctic Char from School of Dragons. I make it to the cave and smile brightly at the ivy covered rock face. I set the fish basket down and shut the door. I move closer to the fire and slip my jacket and books off. I sigh as my feet get warm. I need to do another run to Shipwreck Beach. I set the fish out of the fish basket and the rabbit with them to the side. I stand and stretch my back,” My freaking back!” The egg from the beginning is sitting on the far wall. Now that I’m taking a good look at it it’s probably a dragon egg… I pick it up and put it on my mattress,” You need to hatch, Little one.” I murmur and wrap it in blankets. I pick up my bag and slide my shoes and boots back on. I grab the fish basket and put it in my backpack. “I’ll be back before dark.” I say it. After I walk out, I put the sled back onto the ground and open the map. Hmmm, nothing bad but one yellow dot, I should be fine. I start the walk to the river.
I reset the fist basket and see a fish already swim in. I pull out the twine and grab the fish. I slip the twin through its gills and hang it on my backpack before going to shipwreck beach. I pull the sled along with me. The beach full of wreckage is familiar, the splintered ships sit in the harbor like giants bathing in the ocean. I go to the wreck I was looting yesterday. I collect a bunch of things and set them on my sled. Another smaller table, more buckets, pots as well as some pans, eating utensils, metal rods. I put up some of the wood and put the boards and set them on the sled. As I walk out I see something that makes me freeze in my steps.
A beautiful black and blue Nadder, ombre wings, blue and black rings on the tail. Simply gorgeous, and absolutely terrifying. It walks across the beach and as I try to back up slowly I step on something. The loud snap sounds across the beach and it snaps its head around to face me. I hear my heart beat in my ear. Think Willow, Nadders, Nadders. All the information I know about the creatures flashes before my eyes as the necklace activates. A digital copy of the Book of dragons appears before me open to the Deadly Nadder page. Okay Okay, they’re vain, highly intelligent, and flighty in the wild. I slowly kneel down, setting the wood planks in my hands down onto the sandy ground. Glancing around I see a nearby shield. I reach out for it but the Nadder growls.
“Okay okay,” I put my hands up in a non-threatening manner. The Nadder only stalks closer. “Easy girl? Guy?” I smile scared, keeping my eyes down. Each step makes my heart louder. Direct eye contact is a challenge. Come on, Willow, you're not gonna die here! I glance up every once in a while but mainly keep my eyes down. It’s a female, slight overbite ending in a beak shaped mouth and a larger horn then males. I take a shaky breath. Don’t run… Nadders are trackers, they love chasing. As it gets within five feet I close my eyes. It sniffs me deeply, I feel the warm air on my face. I open my eyes and see the Nadder right in front of me. It circles behind me, nudging my backpack. I feel a tug then realize, it wants the fish! I reach back and pull it off the twine, then hold it up.
The Nadder’s sharp eyes lock on the fish. “I bet you're hungry, girl.” I grip my pants to stop from trembling as the Nadder’s head darts to the fish and I close my eyes. One second I'm holding a slimy fish hand trembling in the cold, the next I'm on the ground holding my hand in surprise. The Nadder sniffs me and noses at my jacket where my waterskin is. “You’re thirsty?” I pour the water into her mouth.
My jaw drops at the ships in the bay and the beach. Not just one but several ships sit splintered in the bay and on the beach. Five or six I think, maybe one or two more, I walk up to one of the ships, its carved dragon sitting atop it. I can use this wood, rope, and anything else on it as supplies! Using the knife I break into the boat, a pack of Terrible Terrors fly out of the boat like a flock of birds. I pause briefly, the book of dragons says Terrors in groups are dangerous. I continue hacking until I get inside the boat. Inside I find furniture, not horribly tore up, and a couple chests. I look in them and find clothes and blankets. I look at them shocked.
“Odin? God? Whoever is up there, thank you!” I say and look up how to make a sled. I use the broken wood and rope to throw one together surprisingly quickly with Franky’s video help. Bless him. “Holy cow… That was easy, I'm an awesome survival person.” I say and one of the chests of clothes and one of the blankets onto the sled. They are both relatively light, This is going to be a long process… I look around for necessities and find an arsenal of weapons and shields. A battered fishing rod strone on the floor. In the corner near some broken cabinets are pots both made of metal and clay and eating wear. As I wander around empty notebooks accompanied by charcoal pencils. I find several other things while going around. I put the best looking axe and sword on the sled along with the fishing pole, a couple empty notebooks with their pencils, as well as a couple of the metal and clay pots. I throw some of the wood into my backpack for the fire.
As I start to pull the sled back to the cave, I have a thought. Should I call the cave my home now? I look up as I trudge through the snow. The sky is overcast but a lot of light is still getting through luckily. If someone had told me last week I would be here pulling this sled in the HTTYD world… I would have told them they were on drugs. I feel a horrible twisting in my heart, I wonder what Mom would say if she was here.
‘Keep going, I believe in you!’ I smile sadly at the thought.
I quickly shake it off,” I’m no wimp! Let’s go!” I say to myself. Pushing through the pain in my legs from the soreness. I push thinking about my family. I tear up and feel my face heat up,” No, can’t let Anna down.” It takes a lot longer than I thought but I get to the cave and move everything inside. I unload the wood and sit tearful. I’m really alone… I look around. I slap my cheeks,” Get those thoughts out of your head!”
Passive skill learned: Hauling - +1 endurance
I head back out. I go on the same path and push through getting another load of things. A mattress, a table, a chair, a shield, a bow and arrows, a lantern, a bucket, and some spices I found tucked away and labeled. I think of Anna’s face as I push back to the cave.
I won’t die for them! Come on! Keep pushing! I push through the snow as it starts again. I push as hard as I can. I manage to get everything in by nightfall. I set the table and chair by the fire but far enough away to not risk a fire. I set the mattress up on the wall closest to the fire. I grab one of the blankets and toss it onto the mattress and smile. I look through the chest of clothes and find shirts and pants, even socks but no jackets. I set the bucket up further away like a toilet. I guess this is going to have to work. I look up a video and put three of the sturdy sticks together. I tie them at the top and hang a pot from them. I need more water soon, might as well do it now. I light the lantern and grab another pot. As I go further back, I feel anxiety and nervousness fill me. By the light of the fire I see the springs I saw earlier. Oh! There’s a hot spring as well! That's amazing! I walk over and the water is clear in both springs. I fill up the pot and carry it back to the fire. I put the water into the hot pot and watch as it settles after a moment.
I move and sit at the table while I wait for it to boil. I feel the aches in my body. It really feels like I'm in a video game. However this… it’s real, the hunger, the pain, the crippling loneliness. It’s all too real for me, I put my head into my hands, I’m too young for this. The fear of death hanging over me was something I didn't think I would have to live with like this. I walk over to the small leather bag and pull all the books out of it. The Book of Dragons, the book on understanding Viking runes, the book on animals, the book on building things, and one the on survival. I set them and the notebooks on the desk. I started reading the book on understanding the runes and use one of the notebooks to write the English alphabet so I will never forget it.
On the next page I write Anna’s full name on the top. Anna Faith Morgan. I write down every single thing I remember about her. Then Jake Levi Morgan. My big brother… I write everything about him I can think of and I do it for my parents as well. Danielle Amara Morgan and Mason Kent Morgan. I write what they hate, what they love, their favorite foods, everything that comes to my mind.
I wake up with a dull ache in my back. I stare up at the stone ceiling, what has my life become… I’m in How To Train Your Dragon and this isn’t a dream, hallucination, or some super VR experience. I’m all alone on an island that I could die on any second. I wonder if Mom and Dad are worried about me, it’s been two days now. Anna is probably at school right now. Jake is probably just getting to basic training, gitty about finally being in the military. I wonder if he’ll get a call or they won't tell him. I didn’t really have friends and I definitely didn’t have a boyfriend, so no one to worry about there. I was always at home, watching TV, reading books, just trying to escape. Now I would give anything to go back. I hug my jacket close to myself. The fire crackles with dying embers. I need to restart the fire and find a way to get food.
Sighing deeply as I stretch my sore back I then move to sit up. After tapping the tooth on my necklace the interface pops up, the familiar carved wooden look is slightly comforting I guess. I go to the building menu. What could I use…
I star two different fish traps, one that’s a trap and the other is a funnel, a rabbit snare, natural clay pots, a fishing rod, and a bow. I guess doing that archery club as well as all the fishing with dad wasn’t for nothing after all. I smile bitterly at my hands. I refused to go for so long… I was always ‘too busy’. I take a deep breath to stop myself from crying and it tastes like defeat and loneliness. Taking a look at the list of things that are needed I grab my knife and stand. Its weight is reassuring in my palm, like nothing bad can happen if I have it. I take everything out of the backpack but the twine and put the rest of the items by the fire. I put wood on it to make sure it stays lit. I put the bag on my back. I connect the sheath to my backpack so I don't have to carry it. I feel a need to continue, fill my being. I’ll make Anna proud. Her big sister is a survivalist.
“Okay time to do this.” I murmur to myself. I walk out into the snow and get slapped by a freezing yet gentle breeze. Looking around I see the forest blanketed in snow and a silence that makes everything seem peaceful. I check the map and there doesn’t seem to be anything bad around. I take one more look at the homemade door before walking forward into the winter wonderland of a forest. Everyone of my steps seems to echo in the silence. My fingers tremble in the cold so I shove them into my pockets. Feeling the warmth bathe them, I sigh happily. So for the fish trap I need long flexible sticks and for the bow I need one sturdy flexible stick. I get to a grove of young trees and some of my nerves go away. I pull my knife from its sheath and start a process of cutting branches and deleafing them then bundling them and putting them into my backpack.
I get into the mechanical rhythm easily. Cut, strip, bundle. Cut, strip, bundle. Over and over for what feels like hours. I hum whatever music comes to mind. I fill my backpack and heft it back on my shoulders. I see little footprints on the ground, they look like rabbits or small animals. So this is a game trail, I look both ways. I pull up the rabbit snare video and as Franky explains I build it. Using a Sapling and the twine I brought. I step back and smile at it. I click the map and it gives me the opportunity to drop a pin. I drop one and see a little black dot on the map. I’ll come back tomorrow to see if it worked. I continue trudging through the snow to the cave. My legs are freezing. I see my door and hold the bag straps. Almost there, don’t stop now, legs.
I open the door and slip in, warmth licks at my frozen cheeks and nose. I sigh as I set my bag down at the entrance and go to the fire. I warm my hands and legs. I hurt all over, but as I look down at my red fingers, cold and tired from working, I feel… Happy? Fulfilled? Accomplished? I’m not sure. Sitting down cross legged I open the interface.
Projects in Process
Basket Fish Trap
V-shaped rock Fish Trap
Clay Pots
Fishing Rod
Short Bow
I click the video and start the weaving process, pausing intermittently to stretch my fingers. Every failed attempt makes me try again harder. I sigh and finally make one and cheer loudly.
Crafting skill +1
“I DID IT!” I let myself lean back on the stone floor. I drink some of the water from the waterskin and sigh at the cool water going down. “Now I just need to test it.” I say aloud. I open the map and zoom in. I drop a pin at the entrance of the cave before anything else. Okay now I have a way back, there's a river a little ways west. I put the completed fish trap into my bag. Food is necessary. I peak out and check the map, nothing. I start walking through the snow to the river. “While I'm out I might as well explore.” The walk is silent other than the sound of my labored breathing and the crunching of the snow. In the distance I see a whole herd of deer. I reach the river and see running water even in this cold.
After I finish setting up the fish trap in the river I check the map again, while drying my hands, warming them up the best I can. I drop a pin on the map where my fish trap is. I click the Clay pot craft and locate materials flashes below the video. I click it and see an arrow appear in my vision. I follow it until it’s pointing down. I clear the snow and see a familiar red mud, I drop a pin and feel my hands stiffen. Time to go back. I see the shore is just a little ways ahead, well it wouldn’t hurt. I walk along the river bank and reach the frozen beach. What I see shocks me.
The new interface is modern yet with a Viking twist, swirling borders of lines and swoops that weave and flow together. On top of that are shields on the sides and two dragons on top, one facing left and one right. Text appears and I read it.
{System Initiated}
Welcome, Willow.
Environment: Cold/Snowy Island – Pre-Dragon/Human Peace Era
Status: Human | Civilian Class
Recommended Protocol: Survival + Training Beginner Mode: ENABLED Vital Signs: Stable Body Temp: Cooling (Fire Nearby) Hydration: Moderate Fatigue: High
| Begin Survival Tutorial | | View Inventory | | Analyze Environment | | Skill Tree (Locked) |
I stare at it… Dang, I am tired, as I think that I feel my legs ache and my lungs burn. My hands tremble from the mix of cold and adrenaline running out maybe a little bit of panic. I wonder what Mom is doing right now. I hope she’s okay… I look out and see snow blowing in. I can start tomorrow… I put more wood on the fire. I fall asleep holding the jacket close to my body.
The next day starts freezing, I open my eyes and see the fire is almost out. I quickly sit up and feel stiffness in my back. I put more things onto the fire and it burns alive again. I stretch and peak out and see the landscape is covered in snow. I shiver and tap the necklace and the screen comes up. I press | Begin Survival Tutorial |. The screen changes again. To a simpler design, with only the swirls and lines.
My chest tightens at the sight, danger, large predator. I look out the door shaped entrance, I don't see anything but the snowy terrain, walking closer to it and the coldness grows. The sky is full of giant fluffy clouds. I need a door or something to keep even more of the cold out. I tap the back button and look at my options. So the Skill Tree is locked, I click Inventory and see two sides. One with the inventory and one with building tutorials. On the bottom in little print is, For your convenience all the videos are with familiar characters. I go back and click | Analyze Environment |. The screen pulses for a moment like it’s loading. Then it finishes the screen pans into a topographical, hand drawn looking map, however it’s moving in real time. Four distinctions sit at the bottom.
▶️: You
🔵: Allies or Friendly Creatures
🟡: Neutral until Attacked or Provoked
🔴: Aggressive Creatures or Enemies
The bigger the dot the bigger the creature
I look at the map and see a couple blue dots, several blinking yellow dots, along with a single pulsing red dot. The red dot is on the edge of the mountain, flying on the other side of the island. It’s not on my side of the island. I move back next to the fire. I need to make a door, and get more firewood. I grab my knife and walk out into the snow. I cut a newly fallen tree up and carry it back one by one, piece by piece. I store the wood to get it drying.
“Okay, I need to be serious about this.” I grab the satchel and pull out all the books. The Book of Dragons, a book on understanding Viking runes, a book on other animals, a book on building things, and one on survival. I open the Book of Dragons and the first pages are full of notes about dragon behavior, bonding rituals, how to approach hatchlings, feeding patterns, flight basics, even scribbled margins suggesting failed and successful experiments. The next is a general training guide. “Okay I need a door first.” I open my inventory and scroll through the building videos. I watch one for a door and practically jump out of my skin when I see Franky from One Piece. I slap my cheeks.
Franky does his signature pose and starts explaining what I need. Pausing the video I go out into the snow. I drag several large branches back,” God this looks so much easier in the movies.” I heave and pant. Using the knife I cut off the little stubs and make the sticks straight. I put two of them in the entrance, using the back of the blade I got them stuck in the entrance as the door frame. I watch the next step and go cut some of the Ivy from the side of the rock face. I grin and put four of the big sticks and some of the ivy to make a makeshift door. “Holy crap… HOLY CRAP, I actually did it!” My voice echoes in the cave. I laugh tiredly, giddiness fills me. “I never imagined I would ever do this, I really made a door.” I lean the door against the entrance to the cave. I go get more wood and drag it back, putting it to dry after. I touch the necklace and the screen disappears, ohh okay. My stomach growls and I feel pain go through me. I go to the backpack and open the food bundle. I pull out the bread and dried meat I eat enough to get my stomach to stop hurting.
I sigh,” I’m going to work hard.” I get up and put the door in place. It leans on the other stick. I watch more of the video and make hinges. By nightfall I manage to get it working. I feel happiness fill me again. “I did it…” I shut the door. I put some of the dryer wood on the fire. It feels warmer already. I drink some of the water. My necklace vibrates slightly and I tap it. The interface has something on it.
| Side Quest Unlocked: Learn to Train Your First Dragon |
| Reward: Dragon Bond, Skill Tree Access, Map Expansion |
No snap back to reality, this is real… I could die… for real… Snap out of it! I bite the inside of my cheek and the copper taste is gross. I spit it out. I have to survive this. Come on all those years of human survival, please activate.
First thing first I grab the bag, opening it I see a bunch of things. First a surprisingly thick fur coat and pair of fur lined boots, I quickly pull both on. I feel the chill of the wind fade from my body and feet as the warmth surrounds me. Next two bundles, one of rope and twine and one with food, dried meat and fruit and some kind of bread. A small box is the next thing that stands out. I rub its top and it has the wear and tear of a normal box, the top is smooth and decorated with swirls. I open it and see a stick of flint, I assume, and a steel striker, along with a veil of green liquid and a candle. A flask is the next thing that catches my eye. I pop the quark out and smell it, it’s water that's good. Next is a knife in a sheath, it’s decorated with a nordic design and has two metal pieces bracing its sheath. I pull the blade out and it has some symbols, letters most likely. I put it back into its sheath and set it to the side.
I feel something else but pause as snow starts to fall, I stand and put the bag on my back. I pick up the bag and put it on my back. I see another satchel in a pile of snow. I jog lightly over and pick it up, its leather feels familiar under my fingers. I take a good look at the bag and it looks like Toothless’s saddle bag. I open it and freeze. I pull out one of the books, it’s leather harder than the bag’s. I open it and see the pages. I knew it… The book of dragons. I open it and see a training guide in the beginning. It then switches to hand drawn ink and charcoal drawings of dragons and notes and descriptions sit beside them. The yellowed pages feel pleasant under my freezing fingers. This isn’t a dream…
I look at the other things, books and a necklace. A dragon tooth hangs on a silver chain, I glance at the books, a survival skill guide book, plants and herbs in the wild, along with two others. I pick up the necklace, tingles shoot up my arm then move through my body, like a change in air pressure or something. A small translucent square appears and I drop the necklace and the square disappears from my vision. I pick up the necklace and it appears again. It’s like a video screen, like something from a high quality game.
Do you accept the system, Willow?
I look at it confused.
“What?” The roar gets closer and I panic. “Oh screw this! I accept.” I say quickly and put the necklace on before putting the book back into the satchel. I run away from the clearing. The snow slows me as I rush away. I push branches out of the way as I run. I see a cave in the distance, the opening is only big enough for a person to squeeze through or a small dragon. Two stones hold up the top stone, like a card tower. Snow covered ivy and vines crawl up the cliff. I manage to squeeze in after i take the backpack off and pull it in next. Leaning over, holding my knees as I pant,” Holy crap, that’s the most I've run in a long time.”
The sun starts to set and I panic. I leave the bags into the cave and grab the knife. I look out and scratch some brittle bark from several different trees along with a bunch of other dry kindling like stuff I find. I go back to the cave quickly. My breath comes out cloudy due to the sharp cold all around. I put the kindling in a pile and go out and grab sticks and anything else I can find that would be flammable. I put the kindling together and reach over to the large bag and put things around to pour some of the gel on it. I strike the two together and sparks light up. Another strike and they light up fast. This must be Monstrous Nightmare gel, I’ll need to get more another time or some other thing.
I warm my hands at the small flame. I put the wet wood behind the fire to dry out. It warms the cold cave only slightly, cold air blows in through the cave. I shiver and wrap the jacket closer to me. I look around the cave and take a closer look around, Oh i think… I walk close to the back and see a Natural spring. This can work! A screen appears in front of me.
{Welcome to the System}
Environment: Cold/Snowy Island
Recommended
| Training Mode |
Interesting. I read it, Training mood? Reaching my hand up, I touch the screen. It feels like a table or phone screen, I try to move it and it follows my hand. I look away and it doesn't follow my eyes. Okay so it’s like a tablet. I click the Training mod button. The screen flashes a couple times, I wince at the harsh light. It settles on a soft glow, looking around I don’t see light touching anything. The necklace must make me the only one to see it.
"That’s it?" I don’t even realize I’ve said it out loud until the end credits start rolling and the theater lights slowly begin to rise. I sit there—still, stunned, a half-finished soda sweating in the cup holder beside me, the last few kernels of popcorn long gone stale in my mouth—and I just... blink. That’s it? The third “How to Train Your Dragon” movie had ended. Just like that. A bittersweet goodbye. Toothless flying off into the clouds with his new mate. Hiccup, beard and all, giving some sentimental line about love and letting go, or whatever, and then a fast-forward into the future where everyone's got kids and boats and perfect closure.
And it gutted me.
But not in the cathartic, meaningful way. Not the kind that hurts because it's so good. This hurt because it felt so... final. Rushed. Sanitized. As if the wildness, the danger, the aching beauty that used to pulse in every frame had been reduced to a Hallmark postcard. I wanted more. I wanted battle cries and raw loss and triumph. I wanted Hiccup to keep his dragon. I wanted my heart to hurt the way it did the first time Toothless flew. But instead, I sat there numb, the warmth of my childhood quietly smothered by a grown-up's notion of "moving on."
I didn’t realize how badly I’d wanted it to end differently. How deeply the story had rooted itself into my bones—those weekends curled on the couch in my worn dragon onesie, trying to mimic the flight calls with a plastic Night Fury figure clutched in hand. The sketches in my old notebooks, the stories I wrote in the margins of my homework. This wasn’t just a movie franchise to me. It was a lifeline. A piece of my soul. And now it was... over?
By the time I got home, I was furious. Not just annoyed. Not just disappointed. I was irrationally, almost childishly angry. I paced the apartment barefoot, ranting at no one. My roommate was thankfully out. My voice cracked as I threw my jacket onto the floor and tried to explain—to the air, to myself, to the ghost of my younger self who used to believe anything was possible—why this ending felt like betrayal. Like abandonment. I crawled onto my futon still simmering, fingers clenched around my phone. Rant tweets half-typed. Threads I couldn’t bring myself to post. It felt petty. But also... like mourning. A quiet, private kind of grief that made my chest ache. And when I finally closed my eyes, the anger was still there, curling like smoke beneath my ribs. That’s probably why the dream felt so real.
I was in darkness. Not the soft kind of sleep-dark, but deep, ink-black silence. Cold air brushed against my cheeks, but it didn’t feel like a breeze. It felt alive—shifting, aware. Something was there with me. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. Hear the low hum of breath like wind through caverns. Then—something touched me. Not harsh, not painful. Just the faintest nudge at the center of my chest.
A sound like ice cracking. A warm, heavy presence pressed against my sternum, and in that instant, the darkness exploded into white—snow, light, roaring water—and I woke up gasping.
Except... I wasn’t in my room. The first thing I registered was the cold. Not the kind you feel when the AC’s too high or you forgot to pull the blanket over your feet. This was bitter. Cutting. Real. I sucked in a sharp breath and sat up fast, expecting to feel the familiar tug of my blanket, the low groan of my futon beneath me.
Instead, I felt grass. Snow-dusted grass, damp and freezing beneath my palms. My body was wrapped in my softest pair of pajama pants and a too-thin tank top—exactly what I’d worn to bed—and my toes, bare and already numb, curled into icy soil. “What the—?” I scrambled to my feet, slipping once, heart thudding like a war drum in my chest. My breath rose in misty clouds, and the sky above me was a milky swirl of dawn-lit clouds. Pines stretched high around me. Real trees. Not digital. Not dreamed.
The silence was broken only by the distant call of some bird—or maybe something else. Something wilder. I was standing in a forest. In the snow. In my pajamas. My teeth chattered as I looked around in every direction, eyes darting, mind already spiraling through the possibilities: I was dreaming. I had to be. Maybe I was still asleep. Maybe this was just some lucid fever hallucination brought on by a breakdown over a children’s movie. I see a bag
My breath caught in my throat. My head tilted up slowly, my body turning, trying to reconcile what I was seeing with what I knew to be possible. That sound I’d heard—the breath in the darkness—it came back to me now. Deep. Ancient. Like glaciers moving. And I realized, with a certainty that rattled my soul: I wasn’t dreaming. Somehow—some impossible way—I was here.
There will be mentions of killing animals, blood, fear, and other survival things in the book. If these make you uncomfortable, don't read because several of the chapters will have these things.
XXXX - Dangerous, requires specialist knowledge, skilled wizard may handle
XXXXX - Known wizard killer, impossible to train or domesticate
Species: Basilisk
Classification: XXXXX
The Basilisk was a giant serpent, also known as the King of Serpents. It was a magical beast that was usually bred by Dark wizards. Herpo the Foul was the first to breed a Basilisk. Herpo accomplished this by hatching a chicken egg beneath a toad which resulted in the creature known as a Basilisk. Basilisk breeding was banned in Medieval times, a regulation that has not changed. The practice could be hidden when the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures came to check by simply removing the egg from the toad. Looking a Basilisk directly in the eye caused instant death, but an indirect look would merely render the victim Petrified. It was also the mortal enemy of spiders. Spiders refused to speak of the Basilisk, could intuitively sense their presence, and would flee whenever they sensed them. The Basilisk had a classification as an XXXXX creature, meaning it was a known wizard-killer that couldn't be domesticated due to its immense powers. However, since the Basilisk was still a serpent, a Parselmouth might communicate with it and potentially place the creature under their influence.
Species: Mokeleo
Classification: XXXX
Continent: Africa
Is a large carnivore with scaly skin and a crocodilian tail. Breath creates illusionary terrain to disorient pursuers. Lives in Deep lakes, camouflaged groves, and forests. Some African spellcasters form pacts to protect sacred lands from poachers or invaders. They eat Wildlife and don’t harm humans unless disrespected
Species: Suneater
Classification: XX
Continent: Africa, Asia, Europe
Small, golden creatures that "eat" sunlight and glow like fireflies at night. Their essence is used for potions for energy or warmth.
Species: Desert Spirit
Classification: XXXX
Continent: Deserts all around the world
Desert Spirits that travel via wind, wrapping themselves in mirage-like illusions. Sometimes summoned by desert-bound tribes for defense or tracking intruders. When summoned to track intruders they will either kill the intruder by suffocation or Asphyxiation and or will bring them back to the Tribe.
These are all of the Humanoid like Creatures that live in the case, Including Classifications, Sexes, Alias/Names, and information on them. As well as how they got into the case
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X - Boring
XX - Harmless, may be domesticated
XXX - Competent wizard should cope
XXXX - Dangerous, requires specialist knowledge, skilled wizard may handle
XXXXX - Known wizard killer, impossible to train or domesticate
Species: Pipkin
Classification: XX
Sex: Female & Male
Alias: Vel and Nibbit Quickwhistle
Their pregnancies last approximately 45–55 days (1.5 to 2 months). Likely aided by rituals or tree-spirit blessings during pregnancy to ensure harmony and health in the womb.The Pipkins are a secretive, ancient species of mouse-humanoids no taller than a teacup. Though they’re often mistaken for ordinary mice by the untrained eye, those who know the signs—an extra gleam of intelligence in the eyes, a set of clothes woven from mothwing silk, or the faint scent of cinnamon bark—know better. They live hidden among the roots of old trees, deep cave hollows, forgotten attics, and even—according to whispered rumors—within enchanted luggage or magical cases belonging to particularly clever witches. Every Pipkin home, no matter where it is, contains a Nightglow Nook—a tiny space for reading scrolls, sipping warm root-leaf tea, and stashing their favorite shiny trinkets or tools. Pipkins are masters of miniature craftsmanship. They forge tiny tools, enchanted trinkets, and lockpicks that even goblins envy. A rotating council of Eldermice, led by the Whisker Matron, a figure who communes with the ancient tree spirits. Trade-based economy using things like dew pearls, dreamberries, and enchanted thimble rings.
Species: Goat Centaur
Classification: XXXX
Sex: Male and female
Alias: Billy and Annalise
Often use spears, slings, or short bows. Inhabits Mountainous areas, highlands, forests, and rocky plateaus, living in small clans or herds. Some are solitary hermits. Excellent climbers and jumpers—can scale cliffs and steep trails, and travel long distances over rough terrain without tiring easily. Nearly impossible to knock over, excellent poise like a mountain goat. Diet: Herbivorous or omnivorous—grasses, shrubs, mushrooms, sometimes small game or eggs. They are often curious, mischievous, territorial but not usually aggressive. Often associated with nature magic, druidic traditions, or wild enchantments, they worship nature deities or ancestral spirits; sacred groves are common.Found injured in the Forbidden Forest. The youngest, one of her hooves had to be amputated. The other three are hurt permanently.The middle damaged his spine or hips and they can’t use their back legs. The oldest only got minor injuries but she scared the threat away
Species: Leporans
Classification: XXX
Sex: Both - 16
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Their pregnancy last around 2.5 to 3 months (75–90 days). The Leporans are a diminutive species of rabbit-human hybrids, standing no taller than 12–14 inches. While they retain the soft fur, long ears, and powerful hind legs of rabbits, their faces are more humanoid, and their forepaws have evolved into nimble hands capable of wielding tools, crafting, and weaving nature-based magic. They live in sprawling underground colonies called Warrenholds, often hidden just beneath mundane meadows, enchanted glades, or the roots of ancient trees. Though small, they’re quick, clever, and deeply communal. Burrowbind – A natural magic that lets them reshape soil and stone with a touch, allowing their colonies to grow organically. Warrenlink – A mild psychic bond shared within a colony, allowing them to sense danger, call for help, or communicate brief feelings/emotions across short distances. Thumpflash – A defense reflex where the Leporans emit a shockwave of sound by stomping their feet—a flash of noise that disorients predators. Herbal Affinity – Expert foragers and alchemists of the tiny world; they grow and craft potent herbs that even witches trade for.
Species: Brownie
Classification: XX
Sex: Both Male and Female - 12A brownie or broonie (Scots),also known as a brùnaidh or gruagach (Scottish Gaelic), is a household spirit or hobgoblin from Scottish folklore that is said to come out at night while the owners of the house are asleep and perform various chores and farming tasks. The human owners of the house must leave a bowl of milk or cream or some other offering for the brownie, usually by the hearth. Brownies are described as easily offended and will leave their homes forever if they feel they have been insulted or in any way taken advantage of.
As 3:00 rolls around I walk through the corridors emptied of my whole supply of Ever-Fresh pads. Ever since breakfast practically the whole muggle population of girls has been coming for my supply of magical period products. Word spread fast so I told the chattiest ones about my other supplies. I even made magical cigarettes and alcohol that have no adverse effects other than some magic effects so they don’t buy real stuff. For fragile wizards muggle stuff is… bad. So since I know that Slytherins are going to smoke and drink at parties. I made stuff that magically makes them feel ‘drunk’ or ‘high’ only better than the real things. However it’s non addictive, and the variety is huge. I am ready to keep this school clean!
As I walk I see a small nook tucked out of the walk way, practically hidden from sight. I look around and go up into it. It’s like that little nook from Fantastic Beasts when newt is in school. I look closely at the stone next to the stained glass window and see little marks. Maybe this is that nook! Holy cow! I open my bag.
“Fizzle.” I say into my bag.
The older house elf peaks out,” You called Young Miss.”
“Yes, it would seem we’re going to need more Ever-Fresh packs. Double batch. They are in the workshop. Can we add a touch of Clarity Oil to the mints? Someone said people might get an aura distortion when the headache comes on. Oh and I think we might need a softer balm, some girls bruise easily.” I tell him
“I’m on it, Young Miss.” Fizzle says, disappearing down the ladder. As I close my bag I feel my heart race with excitement. I definitely won't be some cookie cutter girl, I’m building something. Not in a loud flashy way but in my own quiet way. So I can be here when someone needs me. I smile softly and make my way to the field. A Slytherin girl shoulder bumps me as she walks by but I continue walking like nothing happened. I make it to the area and stand next to the broom near Hermione. Harry and Ron run towards us, slightly late. I look up at the clear blue sky, in the distance the Forbidden Forest’s trees sway calmly in the breeze.
I see the Slytherin boys snickering as a group of the Slytherin girls check their nails. “Kill me.” I mutter. A small group of boys catches my eyes, Holy mother of merlin… Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Mattheo Riddle. How are we in the same group! Breathe calm down, they can’t hurt you! I try to feel happy but ignore it. Madam Hooch arrives in a long flowing black robe
“Well? What are you all waiting for?” She barks, voice full of authority. “Everyone stand by a broomstick! Come on now, Hurry up.” Her sharp hawk-like eyes move across all of us. I move next to one and Hermione stands on one side of me and another brown haired boy stands on my other side. “Now! Stick out your right hand over the broom and say up.” She explains. The entire group of 20 students starts shouting or saying up.
I look at it,” Up.” Nothing happens. Oh no,” Up!” I call again but nothing. Glancing around I see others getting their brooms up and feel anxiety rising in my chest. I call over and over until it flies up towards my face, I manage to catch it before it hits my nose. I tremble slightly at the adrenaline.
Madam Hooch nods approvingly from down the row. “Right then,” she calls, pacing. “Grip your broom with both hands. Mount it carefully. I will not be scraping anyone off the castle wall today!” I swing a leg over, the handle rough under my fingertips. Hermione looks stiff, white-knuckling the handle beside me. Harry’s focused — way too focused — and Ron… well, Ron’s muttering under his breath like the broom personally insulted his mom. I’m good with animals! With books! Not this! “Mr.Malfoy, your grip is wrong do as i presented if you please.” I watch Draco’s nose scrunch up in anger.
“This is how I've always done it.” He says, clearly agitated.
Madam Hooch barely acknowledges his anger,” Well it’s wrong.” She says smoothly before continuing down the row. I put my hand over my mouth and I see Draco’s eyes cut to me.
“Something funny, Mann?” He spits my last name. I glance away and try not to laugh. “Hey you-”
He gets cut off by Madam Hooch,” Now when I blow my whistle, kick off the ground hard. Keep your broom steady, rise a few feet and come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle! 3, 2-” Neville jumps far too early and shoots up like a bullet. He goes up high and I watch as his face contorts in terror as he slips off his broom.
I whip my wand out and back up quickly,” Tarda.” I say just as he almost hits the ground, his fall slows but he puts his hand out and a sickening crack is heard. “Release.” I mutter and he finishes the inch fall. He lays face down, like a lump. Madam Hooch leans over him now just as pale as him. I turn to his broom,” Accio, broomstick.” Neville’s broomstick flies to my hand.
“Broken wrist,” I hear Madam Hooch murmur,” Come on, boy, It’s all right. Up you get.” He pulls him up supporting his weight incase of unseen injuries. I see his tear stricken face and feel the freezing cold sensation of guilt spill into my very being. “None of you is to move while I take this boy to the hospital wing.” She adjusts his weight on his shoulder,” Leave those brooms where they are, or you'll be out of Hogwarts faster than you can say Quidditch. Come on dear.” She lugs him into the castle away from us. If I had been sooner I could have saved his wrist. No one needs to get hurt, not when I'm here. I’m an adult- in a child’s body but i’m an adult!
Malfoy bursts into hysterical laughter,” Did you see his face? What a great lump.” The other Slytherins snicker while Mattheo, Theodore and Lorenzo stay to themselves. I feel a burning take over the cold of guilt, rage. Is he serious!? No Willow, you’re the adult, be the bigger person.
“Shut up Malfoy!” Parvati snaps.
Pansy laughs at her,” Oh, sticking up for Longbottom are we? Never thought you’d like fat little crybabies, Parvati.” She laughs.
“Look!” Malfoy says, snatching something out of the grass. “It’s that stupid thing Longbottom’s gran sent him.” I watch him hold up the Remembrall. My hands twitch, I have to let this play out so Harry gets on the Quidditch team.
Harry steps forward,” Give that here Malfoy.” He speaks softly but with authority, holding out his hand. The lawn quiets as people zone in on what they're doing.
“I think I’ll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to collect.” He mounts his broom,” How ‘bout up a tree?”
Harry raises his voice,” Give it here!” Draco shoots off on his broomstick.
He goes to one of the oak trees hovering with the highest branches,” Come and get it Potter!” Harry grabs his broom.
“No!” Hermione yells. “Madam Hooch told us not to move.” I go over to her.
I look at her and try not to smile,” Hey trust him, Hermione.” She looks at me then back to Harry who is now hovering. As he goes higher, girls gasp and scream and Ron and I cheer. “See? Everything will be okay,” I reassure her. Harry sharply stops and now is face to face with Draco. I see a stunned look cross his face and laugh.
“Give it here or I’ll knock you off that broom!” Harry calls out to Draco.
I see an evil little grin covering his face,” Oh Yeah?” I grip my wand just in case. He leans forward gripping his broom, shooting forward. Draco barely moves in time to move before Harry zooms towards him. Harry makes a sharp turn stopping.
“No Crabbe or Goyle up here to save your neck, Malfoy.” Harry calls over to him.
I call up to him,” GET HIM HARRY!” I cheer and Ron cheers with me. I see Malfoy go through three stages of oh crap before settling on smug.
“Catch it if you can then, Potter!” He throws the Remembrall into the air and it pluments to the ground. Harry dives after it and I watch him pick up speed as he dives after the magic item. People start screaming As he reaches it just before he hits the ground he catches. He straightens out his broom and tumbles on to the glass. I run over, finally cheering with the others.
I walk down the ladder into the case, another early day… I yawn and swish my wand. The kitchen comes to life immediately. I walk out of the cabin into the main case. I yawn and continue. I glance around, food floats to different enclosures. I walk into A snowy enclosure with a mix of Fir and Spruce trees. A deep growl reverberates around the enclosure, out from the tree line steps a large male wolf with large furred wings. He stalks out, clearly seeing me. I tie my hair up as he slowly walks towards me. He bolts towards me and I jump, grabbing his fur. He flies up with me holding on to his fur. I see Nibby bringing the carcass in. The creature dives and tosses me in a snowbank.
“Was that necessary, Hanta?” I ask the creature. He jumps around like a happy puppy seeing me. A moment later Nox, Anasazi, and the twins stalk out. The four others are smaller than the much larger Malamute Dragon. The Nyxwolf, Nox, and the Faravaels, Skroll and Fenrir, both share the size of large horses. The Direwolf, Anasazi, is the size of a donkey. I raised the five together in the snowy enclosure so they are similar to a pack, Hanta being the leader. “Yes, yes. Breakfast is here. Thank you Nibby.”
Nibby smiles brightly,” of course Miss.” The twins happily run to the corpse of the cow. Nox and Anasazi both walk to me and rub their faces against me, gently nipping and nibbling my clothes and hair. They move to the corpse, eating along with Hanta, Skroll and Fenrir. I walk out giving them space.
“Kuro!” I yell as I walk out of the enclosure. Snow melts off my boots as I shut the canvas. The small creature runs towards me and I kneel down. It jumps in my lap, its devil-like teeth starting to nibble at my sleeve. I carry him gently to his feeding area, smoke covers his food bowl and the corpse of a lizard, insects, and a frog. Kuro hops off my lap and starts eating. I smile softly and leave him alone to eat.
As I walk I see Fizzle with a crate of food floating above him,” Young Miss, would you like me to start breakfast?” he asks calmly.
“Uh… Sure, I have to check on the Crystal deer and the Gemstone serpents. Oh, as well as the new ducklings.” I tell him.
He nods,” It will be ready. Also, Young Miss, that flower you planted is blooming.” He tells me.
“ Thank you, Fizzle.” I say and walk to the cavern. I walk through the bamboo, entering the cavern I see the Runespoor heads snapping at each other. “Charlie, Red! Leave Victor alone!” I speak and the two heads turn to me. Just on time their food floats in, a large body made of meat put together, with their health supplements. I continue on and see the flap entering the Gemstone snake enclosure. I grab the basket and collect any fallen gems. I see the snakes and smoke fills around me. Several mice and rats with minerals coating them start running around. This will keep them fed for a week. I walk out carrying the basket with me as I see the Crystal Deer.
“Maple, Thistle, Fern, Briar!” I call out to the creatures. Their heads pivot and look at me before bounding over. The crystals growing out of their back, legs and cheeks shining and glowing, their hoofs make clopping noises as they hit the stone between moss covering the ground. They rub their heads on my midriff. “You need your hooves trimmed don’t you?” I swish my wand and about 90% of the fallen crystals float into the basket. The other fallen crystals stay to be broken down. “I’ll be back in a moment. I carry the crystals back to the Shed and the deer follow me. I walk in and take them to the care room. I grab the trimmers. I go through each one trimming all their hooves and the crystals around their ankles. Maple is the most dramatic, jumping after each leg. Thistle is like a puppy, nudging me with his horns wanting attention. Fern is calm, shaking her legs after the trim to readjust after having the weight gone on each leg. Briar nibbles at my hair as I trim her hooves and crystals.
Fizzle walks in,” The food is done, Young Mrs.”
“Okay thank you!” I say and open the wall and the four run out, back to the Cavern. I keep the wall open and travel the short distance to the little pond I made. I see the ducklings swimming, as the little guys see me they swim over. They follow me as I walk into the kitchen. I eat the fluffy souffle pancakes Fizzle made, after I shower. “Fizzle the pancakes were delicious, I’ll leave the ducklings to you.”
Fizzle nods,” Alright Young Miss.” Walking out and up the ladder, I reach my room and see no one. Lucky me, but curious… I walk down the spiral stairs to the common room only to see a bunch of other first years congregating around the post board.
“What’s going on?” I ask Ron.
He glances over,” We go Flyin’ lessons with Slytherins on Thursday.” Ohh, that’s why. I see the notice on the board. A bunch of other first years groan at the prospect before going for breakfast.
“Typical.” I hear Harry say. “Just what I always wanted, to embarrass myself on a broom in front of Malfoy.” I look over at him.
Ron pats his back,” You don’ know you’ll make a fool out of yourself.” He sighs next to me. “Anyways, I know Malfoy’s always going on about how good he is at Quidditch but I bet that’s all talk.” I sigh deeply and put my bag over my shoulder.
“Either way we’re going to have to deal with whining. Oh shoot, Harry, I never introduced myself. I’m Willow Mann.” I put my hand out and he shakes it awkwardly. “I can help if you ever need anything for a class or need homework help.” I say trying to plant the idea in his head.
He nods politely,” Thank you, I’ll remember.” Ahh! He’s so cute and awkward. I hear the older kids walking down the stairs and practically bolt for the door. I feel arms wrap around both of my arms.
“Leaving without your business partners?” The all too familiar voice of George catches my ears.
The voice of Fred fills my left ear,” So cruel we just want to further your business.” They walk me to the dining hall for breakfast. I get sat between them and Hazel comes up to me with a group of girls. She gently pulls my sleeve.
“Willow? Could I bother you?” she asks with a quiet voice.
I quickly stand,” Of course follow me.” I lead them out of the great hall to a corner out of the way. “What can I do for you girls?” I ask.
One nervously steps forward,” We are… Muggleborns and we heard from Hazel you have pads?” Oh, poor girls! I feel a tiny heart break.
“Oh of course I do.” I set my bag down and tap it and open my case with my business options. They see the pads and I see relief fill their eyes. “ I give them at least fifty each. “Tell all your friends and housemates about me and I have more than the period stuff as well.” I leave them marveling at their little bags. I manage to get back to my spot before mail arrives. I’m sitting at the table as mail comes in for the day. I get a package from Ragnar and he sits on my shoulder.
As I open the letter Fred gapes,” Blimey! What is that!” I look at him and he’s pointing at Ragnar. I see people all around looking at him.
“This is Ragnar, he's a harpy eagle.” They gape at him and I feed him a sausage. “Good job boy.” I see the letter is from Nanny. We can see each other every day but it’s so much fun to write to each other.
A small voice speaks up,” Can I pet him?” I see Harry looking at him amazed.
“Yeah, just be gentle.” I say as I read the letter. I read it as even people from other tables notice Ragnar. I glance up and see a group of certain Slytherin boys noticing me. I quickly look away,” Ragnar, go to the roost.” I say. He jumps off my shoulder and flies out the window. Neville opens his packages and sees a particular round ball with white smoke in it.
He looks at it,” It’s a remembrall,” he explains,” Gran knows I forget things, this tells you if there's something you forgotten to do. See you hold it tight like this and if the smoke turns red… oh.” I watch his face fall as the smoke turns red.
“You… You’ve forgotten something,” Ron says, quietly. Neville looks like he's trying to remember what he forgot when Draco appears, snatching the Remembrall from him. I glare up at the short, blond boy. Harry and Ron jump to their feet ready to throw hands when we hear the booming voice of Professor McGonagall.
She appears next to the two boys,” What’s going on!”
“Malfoy took my Remembrall, Professor.” Neville says sadly.
Glaring at him Malfoy drops the Remembrall onto the table,” Just looking.” He says. He leaves with Crab and Goyle behind him.
It didn’t take long for me to do the assignment with my quick write quill, I explained it out loud and it wrote it for me. I walk back to the library. I see several students studying, as I go closer to the back I see one couple snogging. Kids… I sigh and sit at a table near the back. I see a Hufflepuff, a second or third year by looks, going from person to person. Getting closer to the back and my spot through a shelf.
I listen to her talking,” Do you have a pad or tampon? I just started…” she asks a female Ravenclaw, Her face obviously flushed..
“No, sorry girl.” The Ravenclaw responds after looking through her bag.
The Hufflepuff smiles weakly,” It’s fine.” This is my chance to get people interested in what I have. Mafia boss activities begin. She continues going down the line so I walk over.
“Hi, I saw you and I have some,” I tell her.
Relief floods her face,” Really, thank you.” I lead her to my bag.
“I’m Willow, what’s your name?” I ask.
A pained smile covers her face,” Hazel Dovetail.” She says. I continue small talk as I walk her to my secluded table where my bag I had left is next to my books.
“So I’m gonna ask some questions, please don’t get embarrassed.” She nods confused. “ Do you get fatigued? Don’t you have migraines or bad headaches? Sleep well?” I ask her.
She looks at me,” Yes to all of them.” I tap my bag and it turns to a case. I click a button opposite the muggle safe switch. Opening the case, I set it on its side so my products are displayed. I grab her several products and put them in the bag of holding for her.
“These are Ever-Fresh Pads and Tampons, they are instantly absorbent and have a Vanishing Charm so no need to worry about disposal after taking it off, temperature regulating charms, muffliato packaging, and self-scenting liners that emit a clean, fresh scent that adapts based on the need of the wearer. I’m giving you plenty, don't worry.” I tell her.
She looks at me amazed,” That’s amazing.”
” These are Fatigue-Fighting Patches that give energy throughout the day. There are about 12 in the package. A small side effect is you sleep really deeply the night after using one. This is an Anti-Cramp Warming Balm, it relieves cramps throughout the day. This is a Dreamless rest Candle, it’s infused with calming magic to ensure deep, restful sleep every time. Lastly, these are Headache-Dissolving Mints, when they melt on the tongue they instantly relieve migraines and headaches. There are 25 mints in the bottle.” I tie the small bag and hand it to her.
She takes the bag and looks like she wants to cry,” Thank you. Do I have to pay for any of this?” I quickly wave my hands.
“No no, just tell your friends, everything is safe by the way. By the way, I try everything on myself before giving them out! Quality products only.” I say with mock confidence. “ I also have more but these will care for you for this cycle at least.” She quickly runs out of the Library. I close my case and turn it back into a bag. I put my books back and walk out. Once out of the library I walk to a secluded corner and laugh quietly to myself. My network! It starts here! I walk to the great hall and hand the guy his homework.
He looks it over,” Amazing! It even looks like my handwriting!” He says.
“Of course, I'm a professional. Not even charms will be able to tell someone other than you, was who wrote it.” I say. I move and sit when I get boxed in by the twins.
George grins,” Look who it is.”
“It’s our little friend,” Fred says. I grip the strap of my bag and look at my plate. Fred and George a glance, the kind that usually spells trouble. “Whatcha got in the bag, Willow?” Fred leans a little too close, voice teasing but not unkind.
George chimes in, “You’re always sneaking around like a Slytherin with a secret. We like that.” I look at him then turn my eyes on my food, feigning disinterest.
“Nothing for you two.” I feel anxiety swirl in my stomach and chest.
Fred pouts dramatically,“ Nothing?” George smirks, looking at me.
“Are you sure? Because rumor has it you’ve been doing a bit of... trading.”
Fred taps his fork thoughtfully against his plate. “Homework. Potions. Items.” I blink, things travel all too fast in Hogwarts.
“We’re very fond of mysterious things.” George leans in and whispers in my ear. I jump and cover my ear.
I grab my skirt, surely crumbling it,“ I’m very fond of not getting caught. You two are loud enough to wake a banshee under the living death draught. Along with that, don’t breathe into my ear.” Fred laughs and picks up a patisserie.
“Touché. But we’re also very discreet when properly bribed.” Fred says, looking at his nails.
George nods solemnly,“ Very discreet. Exceptionally discreet. Think of us as… allies of chaos.” I take a sip of pumpkin juice, trying not to seem anxious.
“That sounds more like blackmail.” I say
Fred gasps in mock offense,“ Blackmail? Willow, please. We prefer to call it... ‘strategic alliance development.’ Now shall we talk more about it?”
George clasps his hands together like he's praying,“ We don’t want your secrets. Just… maybe a sampler.”
“Or an investment opportunity,” Fred adds. “We’ve been developing a little something ourselves. And you, my intriguing Gryffindor friend, seem like the sort of person who understands the value of a good secret.” Fred tells me.
I finally look up, meeting their eyes,“ I might be interested. If you’re willing to keep your rather large mouths shut and stay out of my way.” I see Fred’s eyes gleam with mischievousness.
“Always, darling.” He says with a large grin.
George leans back, arms behind his head,“ It’s official. We like you. You’re terrifying.” Fred raises his goblet.
“To Willow Mann and both quiet and loud chaos.” Fred leans forward.
George clinks his with Fred’s. “And to future partnerships.” I stand and secure my bag.
“I have class in 10 minutes.” I say and smooth my skirt. I walk out of the great hall.
I wake up from my dream world to Nibby's quiet nudges.
I turn over and see his face," We brought the trunk full of normal clothes out." I reach over and pet the House Elf's head. I pull myself from the bed and sleepily stand at the end of my bed. Opening the case, I pull out dark khaki pants and a dirt stained tank top. I stumble into the half-bath connected to the room. I check the time on my phone. As usual, 5 am got it. After relieving myself, I brush my hair and put on the clothes I grabbed. I put the shirt Hermione gave me over my shoulder and tiptoe out of the bathroom. Tapping my bag it turns back into its case form. I open it and traverse down with Nibby following, I swish my wand and the kitchen fills with things prepping to be used, fed, or given to creatures. Papers with charcoal sketches of the creatures autonomy and general sketches line the walls.
"Fizzle! Let's get to work!" I call out as Nibby starts helping," Nibby, I need you to Iron my uniforms for me as well as wash Hermione's shirt, then come help... okay?"
Nibby smiles gummily," Yes Young Miss." I sigh at the name and hand him the shirt. Walking out I get tackled by an overly excited Wompus. I rub her head and struggle to breathe.
"Okay Zara, I can't breathe!" I wheeze out. She moves off with a purr, with a swish of my wand, meat from the bucket floats out and creates an animated body that looks like a large rabbit. The food rabbit runs into Zara's area, And the Wompus chases it. I stand and shut the gate. I walk around feeding and checking on each creature. Dragons, most of them get a large animated cow, caribou, pig, or fish, aviary, a school of floating fish go through and get picked off, water related creatures get fish, bugs, etc. I go into the Cove. I made the space as a play and living area for the smaller creatures, resembling a stylized jungle. Multiple carved out tree trunks with house structures in them and enclosed dens, connected by tunnels. The floor's covered in grasses and a deep puddle with clean water for drinking. Plants and foliage are integrated throughout, and within the treehouses are dens with fluffy blankets and blankets with charms to stay clean. The trees have thick rope wrapped around the base to protect it from the creatures clawing. Achilles slinks over to me and pushes his head against my leg. "What is it?" I say in a baby voice and pet him. He pushes his head against my calf and I feel a smile stretch over my face.
After about two hours I finish with every creature. The little squirrel is doing great, looks healthy and playful. I walk into the shack and walk into the bathroom and strip, folding the shirt and my underwear meticulously. I scrub every inch of myself, I finish and use a drying charm to make my hair dry. I lean out of the bathroom in a towel," Could one of you bring my uniform!" I shout so one of them will hear me.
About a minute later there is a knock on the door," Young Miss?" Fizzle's voice comes through. I look at my face in the mirror.
"Come in," I call out.
He walks in," Nibby is caring for Finigan. So i have brought you your uniform, He swishes his finger and the freshly ironed shirt buttons up, a red and gold tie swoops around my neck. The vest teleports onto my body and I pull my skirt and a fresh pair of underwear on. I walk out and pull long thigh length socks and Mary Jane's Nanny got me. I grab a fresh robe and travel up the ladder again. I check and make sure Hermione is sleeping, I peak out and see she is. I climb out and tap the case with my wand and it turns to its bag form. I put it over my shoulder and put my robe over the bag. I walk out and down the stairs. I see Percy in the common room.
I nervously try to ignore him," It's nice to see someone up early." I hear Percy say. I nod quietly and Percy speaks again," Breakfast will be at 8." He tells me and walks out of the common room. I nod and sit on the couch in front of the fire. I look over to the bookshelf and hold my hand out, a book flies into it. I read the front 'Fireborne Chronicles' by Edwin Fairbloom. Hmmm... I look to the back. 'A group of wizards bound by a shared magical destiny. Each must master their elemental magic to fight against an ancient, dark force that threatens the very foundation of their realm. Action, adventure, and a touch of romance fuel this epic.' Hmm... curious... I stand and walk over to the bookshelf, there are more! I moving back to the couch, I start reading it. I lay back and get absorbed in the novel. I cross my legs over the arm of the couch as I try to get comfortable.
"Incredible..." I murmur as I hold the book up. A yawn enters my ears, I sit up and see boys coming down, most in slightly or extremely wrinkled clothes. Girls come down in groups and start filing out for breakfast. I hear a snicker and look up from my book, two identical red heads above me.
The two grin and Fred grins," Look who it is George."
"I see her, Fred." George grins. I shift my legs off the arm of the couch and stand. I leave my book on the side table and start walking and Fred and George fall into step beside me.
Fred leans in, his grin mischievous as ever," Up before the sun and reading Fireborne? That's dangerously Ravenclaw behavior," he teases, causing George to snicker.
"Or maybe you've just got a head start on plotting Gryffindor domination." George adds.
I glance at them, putting all my courage forth," Or maybe I just don't need as much sleep to be brilliant." They both let out exaggerated oooohhhs at that, nudging each other. I feel my chest tightening, Merlin that took everything.
"Feisty. I like it." Fred raises an eyebrow. I scrunch my nose in disgust, he's a kid... I'm 21 mentally. He's a child... Oh my god, I would be a pedophile if I date anyone while I'm here!
George points ahead of us," Come on, early bird. Let's get some breakfast before the rest of Gryffindors devour the good sausages." I look down and gaze at the tiles of the floor as they talk over my head. The warmth of the morning fire from the dragons still on my skin, my fingers absently feel the case strap under my plain top robe. We walk down the shifting staircases to the main hall. We get to the Main Hall and they sit me beside Fred. Every kind of breakfast food I could imagine sits on the table. I reach to grab a piece of toast but stop myself, I died like that... wow… i’m pathetic, i died by chocking on toast… Anyways! second of all it's cold! The audacity of some people! I summon mayo and make a bacon, tomato sandwich while no one is looking. I make the mayo disappear and eat the sandwich.
"I probably need to go..." I murmur after taking the last bite. I stand and begin the walk to charms. As I walk through the hall I hear people whispering about Harry.
Classes are average, I go through them bored out of my mind. We learn about the stars and planets every Wednesday night, three times a week we go to the greenhouse and do Herbology. The teachers found out I knew things automatically, I had talks with Dumbledore and if my grades are to be publicly viewed, make them reduced and I'm to be ignored in class no matter how good I do. I got Madam Pomfrey to sign a paper that says it's required because of high anxiety. I do have it but it’s not to the point that i have panic attacks in class though. I found out pretty quickly Snape doesn’t like me, McGonagall came to like me, or at least seems like it, along with most of the other professors.
A voice pulls me from my thoughts,“Hey!” I look up from my text book and see a fellow Gryffindor. A guy taller than me with poofy black hair and brown eyes, His robes wrinkly and his scarf put around his neck.
“Yeah?” I respond to him confused on why he’s walking up to me.
The boy rubs the back of her neck,” I heard you are smart… Could you do my homework? It’s due tomorrow and I don't get it. I can pay, it’s a foot long essay for potions,” He tells me. “ I’ll even tell other people about you.” He begs. This is good for business, I can do this and make money from it. He looks at me like a lost puppy holding out the parchment,” Please this is the only assignment I have missed.” A grin spreads across my face.
“Fine, what is it on?” I ask, taking the parchment from his hands.
A smile covers the boy's face,” It's on the properties of Bezoars and how they interact with different poisons.” He explains. “All I have on me is 3 Sickles, But I’ll pay 3 more.” He tells me.
“Tell all your friends about me,” I tell him and stand from the library table. “ Give me till dinner.” I say and walk away.
“When I call your name you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted.” She speaks before opening the scroll. “Abbert Hannah,” A girl with pigtails stumbles before walking over.
A moment goes by,” Hufflepuff!” the hat yells out. The table to the far right cheers, the clapping erupts. Hannah goes to sit at the Hufflepuff table and the Fat Friar waves at her.
“Bones, Susan.”
“Hufflepuff!” The hat shouts.
“Boots, Terry.”
“Ravenclaw!” The second table to the left claps, clearly not as excited. I look down and hold my bag.
“Brocklehurst, Mandy.”
“Ravenclaw!”
“Brown, Lavender.” I look up and see the girl who is gonna drug Ron.
“Gryffindor!” The table to the far left explode in cheers. Now that is the way to cheer. I see Fred and george waving
“Bulstrode, Millicent,”
“Slytherin!” I glance over and see a Tom Riddle look alike.
“Finch Fletchley Justin.”
“Hufflepuff!”
“Riddle, Mattheo.”
“Slytherin!”
“Finnigan Seamus.” The hat sits on his head and for almost a minute silence reigns until the hat speaks.
“Gryffindor!”
“Nott, Theodore.”
“Slytherin!”
“Berkshire, Lorenzo.”
“Slytherin!”
“Dovetail, Hazel.”
“Hufflepuff!”
“Granger, Hermione.”
“Gryffindor!” I hear Ron groan.
“Willow Mann.” Professor Mcgonagall calls me. I walk forward nervously, feeling my chest tighten at the prospect of sitting and being judged in front of hundreds of students. “Sit down dear.”
I quickly sit,“ Oh sorry.”
“Hmmm curious, Enough dedication, loyalty, and fairness to be a Hufflepuff. Enough thirst and curiosity to be a Ravenclaw. Yet also enough desire and ambition to be a Slytherin.” It speaks. After a while I get nervous, i’m just sitting here… Gryffindor, please. “Really why?” It speaks for the first time in a long time. I want to be brave enough to make my life not ordinary. After even more time the hat says,” Gryffindor!” I let out a sigh of relief. I excitedly walk to the table and the twins pull me down.
A snicker leaves Fred’s mouth,” Welcome to Gryffindor.”
“Longbottom, Neville.”
“Gryffindor!”
“Malfoy, Draco,”
“Slytherin!” Several more people put the hat on.
“Potter, Harry.” The hall fills with whispers. I can’t hear the hat from how far I am. A long silence passes and I cast a silence charm on my pocket.
“Gryffindor!” The table around me erupts in loud yells and cheers.
Percy stands and shakes hand as the twins chant,” We got Potter! We got Potter!” I keep my eyes down as the squirrel moves. I grab a napkin discreetly. Pulling out the baby squirrel i
“Weasley, Ronald.”
The hat shouts only a second later,” Gryffindor!”
“Good job, Ron.” Percy speaks. I rub the little squirrel’s stomach.
Dumbledore’s voice fills the hall,” Welcome!” I look up from the squirrel, my fingers rubbing small circles on its belly to help with digestion and defecation. “Welcome to another new year at Hogwarts. Before we begin out banquet I would like to say a few words and here they are, nitwit, blobbar, tweak. That is it.” He sits back down.
“Is he a bit mad?” I hear Harry ask.
Percy looks at him,” Mad? He’s a genius, best wizard in the world. He is a bit mad, yes.” With a flick of Dumbledore’s wand the table fills with foods of every kind. I start to ignore the things around me and put the magical earbuds and my ears fill with music. I eat dinner and dessert quietly. I wipe the squirrel's butt and open my bag. The small animal floats in and around the corner. Once the desserts disappear I peer up at the head table.
“Here we go…” I murmur.
He clears his throat,“ Just a few more words now. Now we are all fed and watered. I have a few start of term notices to give you. First years should note the forest in the grounds is off limits to all pupils, a few of our older students are well to remember that as well.” Dumbledore looks at the Gryffindor table. “I’ve also been asked by Mr.Filch, the caretaker, to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held the second week of term, anyone who is interested in playing for their house should contact Madam Hooch. Finally I must tell you this year the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death.”
“He’s joking right?” Harry murmurs.
“Must be,” says Percy,” It’s odd he usually gives us a reason why we can’t go somewhere, the forest is full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I think he might have told us prefects at least.”
Dumbledore claps and I look back up at the table,” Now before we go to bed, let us sing the school song.” He flicks his wand and a golden ribbon flies out and floats high in the air. “Everyone pick their favorite tune. And off we go!” The hall bellows.
Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts
Teach us something please
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff
For now they’re bare and full of air
Dead flies and bits of fluff
So teach us things worth knowing
Bring back what we’ve forgot
Just do your best, we’ll do the rest
And learn until our brains all rot
The last ones to finish are Fred and George, singing deeply to a slow tune. He finishes conducting and obviously claps the loudest.
“Ah, music,” He wipes a tear from his eye,” Beyond all the magic we do here. And now its time, off you trot.”
Percy stands as people file out,” Gryffindor first years follow me!” We follow him through the bustling crowd and I bump into Ron.
“Sorry,” I murmur as I feel my anxiety rise in the crowd.
He looks back,” ‘s alright,” I gently reach my hand up and feel my pulse point. My heart rings in my ears,” You alright?” He asks.
“Don’t like crowds, they scare me.” I tell him.
Ron glances around then back to me,” Do you, uh want to walk with me and Harry?” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck. “Crowds don’ bother me much, but Fred and George like to push me in em some times.”
“Thank you.” I stick close to him. We go past talking portraits, through tapestry covered walkways when sudden the group stops. “What’s happening?” I ask. I glance up and see a bundle of walking sticks, ahhh Peeves.
Percy whispers something then raises his voice,” Peeves, show yourself!” The sound of air getting released from a balloon follows. “Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron?” A little man with dark colored eyes appears floating criss-cross applesauce in the air, holding the bundle to his chest. A laugh leaves the little man.
“Ittle firsties, what fun!” He swoops down and I pull my wand out.
Percy glares at the little man,” Go away Peeves or the Baron will hear about this. I mean it.” He puts emphasis on his ‘P’s. I shyly put my wand away as the little man disappears. The sticks crash into Neville’s head. “You’ll want to watch out for Peeves. Bloody Baron’s the only one who can control him. He won’t even listen to us prefects!” Percy says slightly agitated. “Here we are.” I practically jump at the Fat lady.
“Password.” She asks.
Percy leans forward,” Caput Draconus.” The painting swings open revealing a rounded short hallway. I stumble and grab Ron’s shirt.
He stabilizes me,” You good?” I nod, internally screaming. Why did I have to trip! We get all the way in the see the full common room. We get gestured up a corridor and I walk up nervously. I go into my assigned dorm room and see Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, and Hermione. I move to the bed with no items around it.
“Hello, I’m Hermione Granger, Your Willow Mann right?” I nod as Hermione greets me. “ I remember you because you were the Hatstill.” I nod and pull my bag off. “Have you had that on the whole time?” She questions me.
I nod feeling flustered,” I have anxiety… I’ve never been to a place like this.” I say and get into bed in my robe.
“Where is your trunk?” She asks me.
I look at her,” It’s being shipped here, should be here in the morning.” I say to her.
“Do you have any other clothes?” I shake my head, lying… I reaches into her trunk and pulls a big plain black tee-shirt. “Do you want to wear this?” She asks.
I tilt my head slightly,” Sure, thank you.” I change and go to bed. Tomorrow is a new day, Hopefully….
