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March 2, 1653
“William Slytherin, do not walk away from me!!!” I slightly cringe, knowing what is about to come. Slowly turning, I plastered a smile on my face, “Yes my dear?” This does not soften him. His eyes hardened on my words ``No no do not ‘my dear’ me, I cannot believe you right now!” I sigh. I have earned this, after what I did. “I am sorry my love, will you forgive me?” I push my bottom lip, pouting, in hopes to sway him away from his anger. He breathes out softly, obviously fighting a smile from creeping onto his face. I always seem to have this effect on him and he knows it. “Raiphe, my love, I did not mean to miss breakfast this morning, I know how much it meant to you. I will make it up to you, I swear” I widen my eyes and watch him melt. “I cannot stay mad at you my love” he concedes after several long seconds of eye contact. I grin, “I know, and that is why I love you” He rolls his eyes `` Of course, and it is not the magic forcing us together?” I playfully smack his arm “Shush you. Now, as much as I love playful banter with you, I have a meeting with Lord Peverell and Lord Smithers about the newest attacks on several big wizarding estates in about 10 minutes and I cannot afford to be late.” He frowns “ I really dislike these meetings you are forced to go to, they always end in missions away from me”
I smile softly “I always come back. And if there is a mission again, I will come back yet again. Besides, I will have Henri, Margritte, and Antony with me and you know how they keep me in check. They know not to let any harm come to me in fear of you and your wrath so do not fret, my love.” I grab his hand and press soft gentle kisses into his palms, as is our tradition. “One for now” i whisper into one palm “And one for the road” He whispers back, as I press a kiss into his other palm. I embrace him, holding on tight and not wanting to let go. After pulling back, I look him in the eyes. “Raiphe Westgate, my love, my life, my other half, I love you with everything I am and I will see you soon be it in a few hours or a few days. Do not fret.” He nods his head softly before quickly pressing his lips to mine. Our lips mold together like it is our first and not our last. Pulling back with his eyes closed, I press a paper into his hand and walk away quickly, as is our tradition. From our dramatic goodbyes to the quick kiss and him not watching me leave. We are such a unique pair, aren't we.
***
I should not be shocked when Lord Peverell requests for me and my court to go on another mission. But I am. He ends his mission speech with ‘This will be the last time’ just like always, which I know is a lie. There will always be another mission for the sacred foursome to go on, until stinky ol’ Everard is found and killed once and for all. But since we do not know where he is, we will be stuck in this cycle. After Peverall stops talking, I close my eyes and concentrate my magic into summoning my ‘court’ as Peverall likes to call them. Immediately they appear with a soft pop, startling the Lords. “You four need to stop doing that until we understand what magic it is you are using to do it” I scoff “ I am sorry sir, but we will not stop. You may have been our advisor when we were young and impressionable, but now we are nearing 23 years of age and we know way more than you or any other scholar out there knows. Magritte has told you countless times that our appearing and disappearing ‘act’ as you call it, is a form of transportation we have discovered, safe for all. No more faulty and expensive portkeys. Your refusal to share this universal ability is downright irresponsible. So, we do not have to listen to you. Me and my court will do as we please. Good day, Lord Peverell”
With a tilt of my head, we all disapparate from the room to the coordinates of the mission we are to carry out. Looking around, it is a small and quaint village, much like the one I was rescued from at a young age. Before fully initiating the start of the mission, I turn towards my friends with a smile. “Greetings my friends, it is most pleasant to see you on this great day” They smile wide. We all crowd together in one large embrace, laughing at the ages old tradition we still seem to uphold from our youth. “Now before we head down to the village, Magritte, please tell us what we know and what we are to do” She nods “ Well, the reason we are, Will, is because the Lords got wind that Everard is hiding in the grand chapel and that he is very weak and vulnerable” I scowl a bit. That is most peculiar, he never lets himself weaken. “Do we know why he is presumed to be weak?” Henri asks. “Well, according to some of the village people, he is manufacturing some dark curse and he needs all his magic and energy to do so” Antony says, filling in. I nod “But these are just rumours? Or do we have enough evidence to support this as fact?”
“Sadly, it is seeming to be more of a fact than a rumour” Magritte says with a frown. Great. This is going to be hard. “Okay, any ideas on how to handle this?” I ask them. We need a plan and fast. If the villagers' accounts of the curse are anything to go on, we do not have much time before it is unleashed. “ I say” Henri starts “ We surround the chapel and ward it, letting no one in and out. We slowly surround him inside and corner him, and since he is weak we can stop him?” We all nod solemnly. “ This seems like the best plan, I agree with Henri,” Magritte says after a moment of silence. Antony nods in silent agreement as well. “Then it is settled. At dusk, we ride”
***
What fools we are. We thought the plan was the best course of action, but we couldn’t have been more misguided. Currently we are standing, suspended against a wall with a cackling Everard standing in front of us. “ You actually thought I would be totally defenseless?? Foolish mortals! But at least you’re here, for the curse is not on mankind, but on you, the sacred foursome!” He says with a sneer. I try to push my magic out to break the restraint on us but it does not budge. “Uh uh Mr. Slytherin sir, this barrier is born of a magic way stronger than that of you and your companions.” I huff out a sigh, my head thumping the stone behind me. I am so sorry my love, I am sorry my dear sweet Raiphe. I will not be making it home. I hope you can hear this message dear. I love you with all that I am, I will see you in the next life. I push those thoughts out and towards my love, hoping he receives my last words. I look over at my friends, my family, and see them doing the same thing towards their own lovers, partners, and soulmates. Looking forward, Everard is standing above a boiling cauldron and I can’t help but let myself feel fear. What is he going to do to us?? I close my eyes and wait for the curse to hit us when my love thoughts rush into my head. My love, please do not say such hopeless things. We will meet again in this life, mark me. I am on my way, my love. If you are to die, then I will just die at your side. We are in this together. I will see you soon my love. I growl in frustration. “Make sure no one comes” I whisper to Antony and get him to pass it on. Watching their faces I can see that it is too late. All of our partners are on their way.
Everand steps in front of me all of a sudden. A cup full of the potion in his hand. “You will drink this William Slytherin and you will drink it all.” I shake my head “Never. What is it that it will do to me?!” He cackles. “I guess I could tell you since you’ll be too dead to really do anything about it. I know all about soulmates and how they get reincarnated after death. This here potion will ensure that that will never happen. You will never see your love again little Willy. Or you will forever be at odds with one another, never to join forces. Never again will you have the power you now share due to your soulmate bond. You will be just like everyone else, no increased powers for you sir. I am doing this to all of you as a sign to everyone that YOU SHALL NOT DOUBT EVERARD THE BOLD! Now drink up” He shoves the cup to my mouth and tilts it. I accidentally swallow a few drops and clamp my mouth shut, hoping he can’t hear my muffled sob. The potion feels as if it is taking Raiphe away from my very core. I look over at Antony and see him in the same agony, and the same with Margritte and Henri. I know this potion will kill me, kill us. I want to welcome it. I am so close to welcoming. I send a mass thought to my friends and my love. I am so sorry I have failed you all. I love you all dearly. We will meet in the next life and we will not lose each other, not if I have a say in it. I love you my dear Raiphe. Until the future my lo- I feel my magic slip away. Slowly, my vision blurs, then it is nothing but black. I fight for consciousness before finally giving in and letting go.
May 10, 2003
Harry x Draco
Walking the hallways of Hogwarts will never cease to bring Harry joy, no matter what. He couldn't tell you why, just that there was something in the very architecture of the place made him feel at home. Harry turns a corner at random, not fully thinking of where he’s going. After working at Hogwarts for almost 4 years, and a countless number of nightmares, he’s learned to trust his instincts when it comes to comfort around the castle. He examines his surroundings and realizes something. This isn’t a part of the castle… yet it is? Maybe a hidden hallway, hidden from him until now? He slows his brisk walk to a slow stroll and before he knows it, the hall ends with a single door. He knows he shouldn’t go through the door but this is Hogwarts! What could go wrong. Without rationalizing it any further, he pulls the door open and walks in, leaving the door open behind him. But, after a few steps in, the door slams shut behind him. Fuck. His skin prickles with new, yet oddly familiar magic, and Harry can’t help but start to get concerned.
When was he going to learn from what happened to him, Ron, and Hermione in their first year; that odd places of magic aren’t to be explored with no knowledge. With a sigh, he walks forward, the magic of the room getting almost thicker and thicker as he continues forward. He reaches what seems to be a stone carving of a door? Maybe it’s another door. Softly casting Lumos he scrutinizes the etching in the stone. It's rounded at the top, and with maybe what looks like decorative vines as a border and… are those handprints? Harry sighs again, not understanding what he did in his past life that demanded he be here. He's about to turn around and go back when he feels a pull from the magic that was almost analyzing him ever since he stepped through the first door. He leans into the stone and feels the need to touch a specific handprint on the wall. Odd… Harry reaches out slowly and tentatively, not believing he’s actually doing this. He touches his hand to the print on the wall and at first, nothing happens. He starts to pull his hand back in confusion when a light of 4 hues, the main colors of the houses he notes, surrounded his hand then surrounded him. He opens his mouth to shout a spell to deflect it when suddenly, everything goes black.
Hundreds of miles away, at the same exact moment, a one Draco Malfoy slowly sits up in bed, seemingly awake, yet if someone trained in the magics of the mind were to delve into his mind, they would see he was still asleep, and that his subconscious mind was taking over. He gets out of bed and walks to the floo in a daze. Grabbing the floo powder, and without saying anything, he throws it down and disappears. Seconds later, he appears in an old, and seemingly never cleaned floo. But none of it fazes him. Working off instinct, he walks forward to a row of doors. One door in particular calls out to him. The edges glow with a soft, green light, the snake emblem on the door seemingly oving in a figure eight. Walking towards the door, it creaks open for him and before he knows, he’s crossing the threshold into a beautiful room. It is there he crumples to the floor, his conscious mind resurfacing again in its still asleep state.
***
Ron x Astoria
Ron was getting worried. It had been almost 4 months since Harry’s disappearance and 2 since Nevilles, and it seemed that everyone was slowly starting to give up. Well, everyone except for him and ‘Mione. They seemed to be the only ones who were researching the magic of Hogwarts daily, seeing as that was the last place he was seen. But it was taking its toll on them. They had already broken off the relationship due to stress 3 weeks after Harry was noticed to be missing, what more would fall prey to the stress he wonders. This is the last straw, Ron thinks, I am going to retrace Harry’s steps despite what happened to Neville. Neville had gotten the same idea 2 months prior, and fell to the same missing fate as Harry. Just to be safe, Ron sends a quick owl to Hermione to do what he is about to do. He knows she will fight him on it later, but it’s just what feels right. He has to do this.
He apparates out of his office straight to Hogsmeade, and starts his walk up to the castle. Yes yes, he knows it could have been easier flooing into McGonagall's office, but there’s just something therapeutic about making the walk up to the castle. As if already knowing his intentions, the gates to Hogwarts are open when he arrives a good 30 minutes later. Not really knowing where to start, he wanders around aimlessly, hoping that will trigger any feeling at all. He lets his instincts rule where he is going, and before he knows it, he reaches an unfamiliar hallway that he doesn’t seem to recognize. That’s odd, seeing as he was one of the main helpers in the reconstruction of Hogwarts after the war; he knows the school like the back of his hand! So what is this mysterious hallway? Ron let’s his thoughts run wild until he rests on one particular thought. What if this hallway is where Harry and Neville went.
Ron reaches the end of the long Hallway and notices that the hall ends with a single door. Should he go through the door? It could be dangerous but… it feels like he is being called to go through? With a murmured ‘bloody hell’ he takes a chance and pulls the door open. Taking a few steps in he is left confused. What is this place?? Before he can do anything else, the door slams shut behind him. Bloody hell, this can’t be happening. His skin prickles with new, yet oddly familiar magic, leaving Ron confused as ever. What in the bloody fuck was going on? Oh merlin, I shouldn’t have come alone.
In resignation, Ron walks further into the room, seeing as he can only go forward. He reaches what seems to be some art in the stone? Or… wait a minute… that can’t be a magical door, could it?? Things just keep getting weirder and weirder. Quickly casting Lumos, Ron analyzes the stone carvings in hopes to gain more information about where Hogwarts has taken him. It seems to be rounded at the top with a border of vines it seems and… oh wow, handprints practically leaking some kind of compelling magic. Ron feels the pull of it the moment he puts his face practically up against the stone. But that’s not what Hogwarts wants. No, it wants his hand to meet his place on the stone.
His mind goes blank, and without any apprehension, he reaches his hand out to the stone. To the handprint that is calling out for him to touch. At first, nothing seems to happen, yet he can’t pull his hand away. Ron knows he needs to stay put, so he does just that. All of a sudden a light of 4 hues, colors that seem to look crazy similar to the hues that represent the 4 houses of Hogwarts, surround his hand. They slowly climb his arm and engulf his entire being. Too at peace with what is happening, he closes his eyes and doesn’t try to remove the light, and the feeling of contentment that follows it. He lets it take him over, and before he knows it, he is out like a light.
Astoria Greengrass is aware when the unknown magic seeps inside her, making her stand up from her small secretary desk for the Head Auror. Not being able to control herself at all, she stops the struggle and watches as the magic guides her out of the ministry and to the closest apparition point. Seconds later she appears in cobweb infested sitting areas that, if she were able, she would grimace at. Her body faces a row of 4 doors, magic room more than likely she ponders. She feels herself move towards one in particular, the edges covered in a reddish hue and… a lion emblem on the front?? She's never been more confused yet at peace at the same time. The door slowly opens just a bit, as if daring her to enter. Now in control of her body she takes a step into the warm room, the door shutting behind her. She gasps at the sheer size of the room. It seems to be almost like a muggle flat. A warm maroonish red sitting area with an opening that leads to a dining room connected to a kitchen. After exploring the whole living space, she finally makes it to the bedroom. Oddly enough though, after she opens the door, she is surprisingly not shocked by who already is occupying the bed. Quickly changing out of her clothes into a satin nightie, she slips into bed next to Ron Weasley and lets sleep take her over.
***
Hermione x Pansy
Things were so hectic in the ministry. It was all Hermione could do not to scream at the top of her lungs in frustration. She was stressed beyond belief, worrying about her missing friends and now her newly missing Ex-boyfriend, and to top it all off, she had her healers exams to worry about. It’s not like she could drop them all of a sudden, even though she was the only one left looking for Hary, Neville, and Ron. Stuck in her dark and dull flat, she does her best to finish her revising.
Hermione jolts awake what feels like minutes later and shakes her head to wake herself up. She lets her eyes wander around the flat, when she realizes something. It’s a little bright. She squints her eyes and the light grows and grows until a bright blue orb has appeared in front of her. Entranced by it, she leans forward hoping to discern what this mysterious magical energy is. Before she can even think about touching it, the light pulses out into the entire room and white spots dance in Hermione’s eyes. With a soft shake of her head, she realizes her surroundings have changed. For one, she sees… herself??
Leaving st. mungos with a smile and a paper in her hand that she can somehow clearly read. Scanning it she reads something quite insane. But, that’s impossible. It says she passed her healers exams with a 105%! Well, of course she did, that’s not what's shocking to her. What's shocking is that she hadn’t taken the exams yet… they weren’t due to happen for another 3 days! Looking to her left from her above position, she sees the blue orbs form had changed from its orb shape to that of a woman, one that could pass as maybe her twin form? Still very confused, Hermione tries to wrap her mind around everything that was going on in front of her. But before she could rationalize anything that was happening, her blue twin form reaches out and touches a finger to her head, and all of a sudden she’s facing a stone wall. Or a doorway? Door? It had 4 handprints of different sizes, which was intriguing in its own rights, but what really caught her eye was the soft blue hue to a specific handprint, one that she felt a magically pull towards. Not wanting to get ahead of herself, she inspected the other handprints as well and realized if she looked really hard she could see each handprint had a hue of color around it, one that could only be described as akin to the coloring of the 4 houses at…. At hogwarts?? Is that where she is right now? Well, there is only one way to find out. She places her hand on the handprint she felt drawn towards and it all suddenly goes black.
Pansy Parkinson had just finished her healers exams, the most confused she had ever been. Firstly, Granger finished within 30 minutes?? Which was unheard of. And she passed with the bonus points?? Something weird was going on. Chasing after Granger, she called out to her but the brunette seemed to either ignore her or not hear her. “Granger!” Pansy yelled as loud as she could. Granger stopped suddenly, causing Pansy to run into her suddenly. She cringed, waiting for impact on the hard stone floor. When it didn't come she slowly opened her eyes to see what the hell happened, only to see she’s now standing in front of a door with a raven's emblem on it, and blue light glowing softly from its edges. This day keeps getting weirder and weirder! Throwing caution to the wind, she pushes open the door and-
***
Neville x Blaise
Harry had been missing for 2 months and Neville couldn’t help but blame himself. Him and Harry had gotten closer as they started working together at the school, Him as the Herbology Professor and Harry as the Transfiguration Professor. He smiles softly at the memory that comes to surface. Everyone but he and Luna were shocked by the announcement that Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, was going to be the next Transfiguration Professor. Everyone, even the Man's own best friends, thought he would be the next Defense teacher. But little did they know Harry had been a transfiguration nerd since day one, hell he was a nerd in general only because his best friend was The Hermione Granger, he never showed it. Neville doesn’t even know if he would have even found out if it weren’t for his immense struggle in Transfiguration during their 3rd year. And it still stumps him how Luna just knew. With a soft shake of his head, he snaps out of the memory he was so fond of, only for his mood to quickly turn melancholy. If only he had walked with Harry that evening instead of going back to sleep after Harry knocked at his door. He and Harry had taken to walking after one or both of them had a nightmare, but Neville had been so exhausted he didn’t think. And now Harry was gone and it was all his fault.
Neville couldn’t stop his running thoughts, so he decided to go on a walk, trying to think about anything but Harry’s disappearance. He walked and walked for what felt like hours until he ran smack dab into a wall. He looks around in a confused daze, not recognizing the hallway he had wandered down. Strange, he could have sworn he knew of every single hallway Hogwarts and its magic to offer. Curious, he opens the door he ran into and walks in, only for it to shut behind him. In a panic, he wrestles with the door only to find it unable to open, no amount of force nor magic seeming to make it budge. With a resigned sigh Neville walked forward to the next visible door, one of stone it seemed, and examined it. It really was odd, everything that seemed to be happening, and he couldn't help but wonder if this is what has led to Harry's disappearance. A soft smell of soil broke him out of his thoughts about Harry to see a handprint glowing yellow, illuminating the whole door to his gaze. And, without thinking, he pressed his hand to the glowing print, praying to magic herself that maybe just maybe he wouldn’t get into too much trouble this time.
Blaise had been enjoying a very calming evening to himself. His mother had just gone home, the unbearable hag, and he had finally been successful in making himself his favorite Italian dish one of his step-fathers had made for him when he was a small child. As he sat reading a book on Herbs and their less than medicinal uses, he thought to himself, this day surely couldn't get worse. It is too good of a day not to end on a high note. With a smile after his pleasant thoughts, he turned the page. But shockingly he is not met with the next page in the chapter, but instead no book at all. Confused, he looks up and sees he’s not even in his own manor anymore. “Where the hell am i?” Blaise asks aloud. The darkness answers with a soft glow from a door to his right, one he had not noticed up until now. The door could only be described as Huffelpuff, seeing as the entire door was badgers and plants carved up and down the trim, with a giant house crest (maybe) on the door. Rolling his eyes, Blaise takes a step to the door, and thinking he has nothing to lose, opens it and walks in only to fall unconscious as the door shuts behind him.