Sirius Black strode through the Ministry of Magic's atrium like he owned the place—which, considering his legendary status, was almost true. The usual bustle of witches and wizards zoomed around him, their faces a blur of excitement and panic. No one dared get in his way. Maybe it was the long black coat billowing behind him, or maybe it was the dangerous air about him that made everyone take a step back. Either way, Sirius Black was on a mission, and nothing was going to stop him—not even the Ministry's chaotic, coffee-fueled madness.
He was heading straight for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, his mind laser-focused on one thing: Peter Pettigrew. The rat who had betrayed his best friends, James and Lily Potter, and sent Sirius to Azkaban for twelve years. That guy had a lot to answer for. And Sirius wasn't about to wait around for the Ministry to finally get its act together.
As he reached the department, he spotted Amelia Bones, the Head of the Department, talking to a junior Auror. Amelia was one of the few people who could match Sirius' sharpness—and one of the few who didn't make him feel like a total screw-up. Her presence alone was enough to make the whole department fall into line, but as soon as her eyes landed on Sirius, her expression softened just the tiniest bit.
"Sirius," she said, her voice steady, but there was a flicker of something more—maybe recognition, maybe amusement, definitely irritation. "What are you doing here?"
Sirius flashed his trademark grin. "Well, I was just thinking how lovely it would be to catch up, you know, over a cup of tea, perhaps... or maybe over dinner? I've heard that food makes the best conversations. And I'm sure we've got plenty to discuss."
Amelia raised an eyebrow. "Sirius," she said, her tone halfway between exasperation and affection. "You know better than to joke about things like this. What do you want?"
"Straight to the point, huh? I like it," Sirius replied, leaning in just a little too close for comfort—because why not? It was Amelia Bones, after all, and he could never resist pushing her buttons. "I'm here about Pettigrew. I need an update. You know, the rat? Still missing, I assume?"
Amelia's lips pressed into a thin line. "He's still vanished, yes. We've made some progress, but it's slow. Pettigrew has a talent for hiding, and the Ministry's not exactly equipped for a game of hide-and-seek."
Sirius chuckled darkly. "Yeah, well, I've got a lot of experience with that myself. No one hides better than a rat." He crossed his arms, his smirk never fading. "So, what can I do to help? I'm sure there's some way I can speed things along. I've got... a certain set of skills, you know."
Amelia shot him a look that could freeze lava. "We don't need your 'skills,' Sirius," she said, her voice lowering slightly. "We need to do this carefully. We don't need you rushing in and getting yourself killed—or worse—back in Azkaban."
Sirius straightened up, his grin fading just a little. He knew exactly what she meant. He'd already spent more than enough time in the hellhole that was Azkaban. The last thing he wanted was to end up there again, especially not with the case so close to a breakthrough.
"Right, right," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. "But look, Amelia, I get it. We're all walking that fine line between patience and insanity when it comes to Pettigrew. But I'm serious about this. I'm not going to sit around waiting for the Ministry to catch up with me." He paused, then added, "I've got a godson to look out for."
Amelia's expression softened, just for a moment. "I know," she said quietly. "And I appreciate it. Just... stay out of trouble. We'll keep you in the loop."
Sirius' eyes brightened, and he gave her a sly wink. "Stay out of trouble? Me? Never."
With that, he turned to leave, but not before tossing over his shoulder, "So, dinner, then? You and me? I promise I'll keep it professional... mostly."
Amelia rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of a smile on her face. "Sirius Black, always the same."
Sirius just grinned. "Yep, and don't you forget it." He winked one last time before striding away, his mind already racing ahead to the next step in his plan.
As he exited the Department, Sirius couldn't help but feel a rush of determination—and a tinge of guilt. He was a man on a mission, after all. Pettigrew had been given far too much time to hide, and Sirius was done waiting. He was going to find that rat. He had to. For James. For Lily. And especially for Harry.
—
The soft glow of Fawkes' flames painted the walls of Dumbledore's office in shades of orange and gold. The phoenix, perched serenely in the corner, was as calm as a summer breeze. The only thing more tranquil than the bird's glowing feathers was the atmosphere of the room itself, as if Hogwarts itself was holding its breath for whatever came next.
Albus Dumbledore, sitting behind his cluttered desk, twinkled as usual—his eyes practically glowing with that perpetual spark of curiosity and mischief. If anyone could be described as "otherworldly" while still being totally relatable, it was him. His half-moon spectacles caught the light, making him look like a wizard version of your favorite eccentric grandparent who probably had more adventures than you could count.
And across from him sat Remus Lupin, who looked as though he'd been told he won the lottery… but with a little less jumping up and down and a lot more understated British restraint. In his worn but comfortable robes, his demeanor was steady, almost like he was trying to contain a burst of joy that would have looked out of place in his usually composed posture.
"So, Headmaster," Remus started, his voice steady but with an edge of something that could only be described as 'is this actually happening?' "I've got some pretty wild news. Thanks to Harry's... mutant powers, I haven't needed the Wolfsbane Potion. I didn't transform during the last full moon."
Dumbledore's eyes gleamed like a boy who'd just been given the secret to the universe, and to be honest, that was probably as close as anyone could get to describing him in this moment. He leaned back in his chair with a look of mild shock, as though this was just another Tuesday for him.
"Remarkable," Dumbledore said, his voice the picture of controlled excitement. "It seems young Harry's... abilities continue to surprise us. Mutants, wolves, full moons. Truly, we're in uncharted territory."
Remus let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he looked out the window. The grounds of Hogwarts sprawled out beneath them—green, lush, and full of life, just like the possibilities that now seemed endless to him. "It's a bit like a dream come true," he murmured, his voice thick with the wonder of someone who'd been waiting for something their entire life and had only just realized it was finally here. "For the first time in my life, I can look at the full moon and not... dread it. Not worry about losing control."
Dumbledore gave him one of those rare, knowing smiles, the kind that spoke volumes without a single word. "I would say that this new chapter in your life is long overdue, Remus. The moon may not have changed, but you have."
Remus's breath caught in his chest. He wasn't sure what exactly he had expected, but hearing that coming from Dumbledore—well, it felt like the universe had just given him permission to relax for once. To not be haunted by the curse he had lived with for years.
"You've always shown remarkable strength, Remus," Dumbledore continued, rising from his chair with all the grace of a man who had lived through centuries of change and wisdom. "But this… this is a gift, not just for you, but for all of us. You have been given a chance at something rare."
Remus chuckled softly, rubbing the back of his neck like he always did when he was trying to shake off the overwhelming emotions he didn't quite know how to express. "I never thought I'd live to see the day when I could embrace it instead of running from it." His eyes wandered back to the window, as if searching for the words to explain what he was feeling, but nothing seemed to quite fit.
The full moon would no longer be his enemy.
Dumbledore's voice, warm and rich with understanding, cut through the moment like a soothing balm. "You are a living reminder, Remus, that we all have the power to change. And that we don't always have to fight against what we are. Sometimes, we just need the right people— and the right magic— to help us see it."
Remus nodded, a grin tugging at his lips despite the deep sincerity of the moment. "Harry's powers have given me that. I never thought I'd find peace, but it feels like it's within reach now. Like I can breathe again."
Dumbledore gave him a knowing smile, his eyes twinkling as though he knew that Remus was about to take this newfound freedom and run with it. "The road ahead may still have its challenges, but I have no doubt that you will face them with the same courage you've always had."
With that, Dumbledore placed a hand on Remus's shoulder—reassuring, steady. "If ever you need help, remember that Hogwarts will always be here for you, Remus. And so will I."
Remus looked up, meeting Dumbledore's eyes with gratitude and something close to awe. He nodded, trying to choke back the lump in his throat, because there were no words that would do this moment justice.
"Thank you, Headmaster," he said, his voice quieter now, filled with more sincerity than he'd probably ever shown. "For everything."
—
As Remus Lupin turned to leave Dumbledore's office, he could've sworn the gargoyles by the staircase were squirming in anticipation. Maybe they were excited about the drama that was about to unfold—who could blame them? The Hogwarts gossip mill had been going at full throttle, and the gargoyles looked like they had an announcement as thrilling as a flying broomstick chase.
"The students are here," the gargoyle croaked, sounding like it was about to cough up a furball. "Harry Potter, Jean Grey, and Susan Bones request entry."
Remus paused, feeling a grin tug at his lips. Oh, this was going to be good. "Let them in," he said, his voice as calm as a cool breeze on a warm day, but there was that gleam in his eyes that said, I know something you don't.
Dumbledore, of course, was trying (and failing) to hide his amusement. The old man was practically glowing with joy. The gargoyle shifted aside with all the grace of a stubborn brick wall, and there they were—Harry, Jean, and Susan, standing in the doorway like the start of a superhero squad.
Harry was the first to walk in, his usual look of determined seriousness making him seem like the kind of guy who could save the world before breakfast. Jean followed, her fiery red hair practically sparkling with resolve—she had the air of someone who could knock down walls without even trying. And Susan... Well, Susan looked like she'd just had an awkward run-in with a dragon. Nervously excited was a good way to describe her. Should I wave? Is that too much? Do I look cool?
"Good afternoon, Harry, Jean, Susan," Dumbledore greeted them with his trademark twinkle in his eyes, the kind that made him look like he was in on some cosmic joke. "To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
Harry didn't waste any time, stepping forward with a posture that screamed I've got important information. "Professor Dumbledore, we've found something huge. Daphne Greengrass is a mutant. She's got cryokinesis—she can control ice. And we think Neville Longbottom might be one too, though his X-gene is still in the process of 'awakening,' for lack of a better term."
Dumbledore's eyes practically sparkled with interest. "A mutant with the power of ice?" His voice was light, but his gaze was intense, as if he was calculating the implications of that statement like a wizard doing algebra. "That is... quite the revelation."
Jean, always calm, nodded and added, "We've noticed that mutants aren't just popping up outside of Hogwarts. They're showing up right under our noses. And it's not just magical abilities anymore. There's a whole new layer of powers we've got to deal with."
Remus, who had been standing off to the side as the ever-observant cool-headed mentor, joined the conversation. "It's fascinating, but it's also a little concerning. Mutants, magic... the combination of those two things? It's uncharted territory."
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, twirling his wand between his fingers like he was trying to decide between two incredibly interesting, but entirely different, choices for dinner. "Indeed, Remus. A convergence of magical and mutant traits... It is both a blessing and a challenge. The possibilities are endless."
Harry nodded, not at all phased by Dumbledore's philosophical musings. "The thing is, Professor, these students—Daphne, Neville—they need guidance. They're dealing with something that's completely outside of their control, and Hogwarts needs to be ready to support them."
Dumbledore's smile softened, and his voice took on that tone of quiet encouragement. "Your concern for your fellow students is admirable, Harry. Hogwarts is a place of acceptance, and I believe we will find a way to embrace these new developments. I'm sure you and your friends will help lead the way."
Jean's eyes gleamed with an intensity that almost made Harry want to take a step back. "We're also looking into how these abilities might mesh with our magical education. There's a lot we can learn from each other. Mutants, wizards, witches—we all have something unique to offer."
"That's the spirit," Dumbledore said, nodding approvingly. "When we all come together, there's little we cannot accomplish."
Harry leaned forward slightly, a concerned expression crossing his face. "Professor, we were wondering... Is there a safe space at Hogwarts where students can learn to control their powers? Somewhere they can train without risking exposure or drawing too much attention?"
Jean was quick to chime in, her voice steady but firm. "They need a place to practice. To grow. It's crucial they don't feel like they're hiding."
Dumbledore stroked his beard thoughtfully for a moment before raising one hand in that signature, almost theatrical fashion that made everyone feel like they were part of a bigger plan. "Leave it to me."
With a pop that could've made a frog leap out of its skin, a house-elf appeared in the room, bowing so low it looked like it was trying to kiss the floor. "Blinky is here to serve!" it squeaked.
"Ah, Blinky," Dumbledore said, his eyes lighting up. "Could you show our friends to the 'Come and Go' Room? They're in need of a secure training space."
"Of course, Professor! Blinky knows just the place!" The elf said, practically bouncing on its tiny toes like a ball of pure joy. Without another word, it dashed off, leading the group through a maze of corridors.
As they walked, Harry couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. This had better be good. They reached the seventh floor, and Blinky halted in front of a plain, seemingly ordinary wall.
"Here we is!" Blinky announced with great flourish, as if it had just opened the gates of a hidden treasure trove. "This is the 'Come and Go' Room. It shows up whenever you need it, and it's perfect for practicing!"
Harry shot a dubious glance at Jean. "How exactly does this work?"
Blinky grinned, its large ears twitching with excitement. "You walk past the wall three times, thinking about what you need. The room will appear! It's magic, but the best kind!"
With a snap of his fingers, the wall seemed to melt away, revealing a spacious room that looked like something straight out of a Hogwarts version of America's Got Talent—minus the flashy judges. Training dummies, magical targets, and assorted apparatuses lined the space.
Jean stepped forward, eyes wide with relief. "This... this is perfect. Thanks, Professor Dumbledore, and thank you, Blinky."
Dumbledore smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon glasses. "It's always a pleasure to help. Hogwarts has always been a place where every student's potential is nurtured, no matter where it comes from."
As Harry, Jean, and Susan began to explore the new training space, talking about their plans for Daphne and Neville, Dumbledore lingered at the doorway, watching them with a proud gleam in his eye. The future was uncertain, but he felt, for the first time in a long while, that things were moving in the right direction.
As for Blinky, the house-elf, he vanished with a pop, no doubt already plotting his next round of elfy service.
—
Luna Lovegood wasn't like other students at Hogwarts. While most people rushed through the hallways, focused on getting to class, to lunch, or to whatever the latest drama was, Luna floated through the corridors like she was walking through a dream. Her eyes didn't just see the mundane—they saw the extraordinary. Hallways turned into magical landscapes, invisible creatures flitting about, and the walls seemed to hum with energy that only she could hear. No one really understood it, but to Luna, it was just another Tuesday.
She strolled down the hall, barefoot as usual (because shoes were for people who didn't appreciate the tactile joys of stone floors), when she caught sight of a few Wrackspurts swirling above the heads of a group of students from Gryffindor. They were frowning, rushing, probably late for something important—like figuring out how to make their latest adventure sound way more exciting than it actually was.
Luna giggled to herself. The Wrackspurts loved that kind of energy. They clung to confusion, worry, and doubt like moths to a flame. If the students had any idea that they were basically hosting invisible pixie dust around their heads, they'd probably flip out. But Luna was cool with it. She didn't mind being the only one who could see them. Besides, explaining the finer details of magical creatures to anyone who didn't get it was like trying to explain calculus to a troll. It just wasn't worth the effort.
As Luna passed the library, her attention snagged on Cho Chang, who was sitting on a bench nearby. Cho was surrounded by what Luna could only describe as a perfectly synchronized flock of Blibbering Humdingers. They flitted around her like tiny blue birds, making their signature soft, cheerful noises. Cho's aura was a warm, glowing kind of blue, a far cry from the frazzled energy Luna had just witnessed.
Luna beamed, practically floating over to Cho. "Hey, Cho! Your Blibbering Humdingers are really putting on a show today," she said in that soft, musical voice of hers.
Cho looked up from her book, grinning at Luna. "Thanks, Luna. It's been a pretty nice day so far. The Humdingers are in a good mood, I guess."
Luna tilted her head, as though thinking deeply. "Well, you do seem to be radiating a rather pleasant aura today. Like sunlight breaking through clouds... or maybe the first sip of pumpkin juice after a long, cold morning. Very calming."
Cho chuckled, clearly used to Luna's unusual way of speaking. "I think that's one of the nicest things anyone's said to me all week. Thanks, Luna."
With that, Luna waved a dreamy, graceful wave and continued on her way. She didn't need a reason to stop and chat—just passing through the library and giving Cho a little compliment was enough. After all, she was a bit of a wanderer in the grand scheme of things.
Next stop: the dungeons. It wasn't a place most people enjoyed—damp, dark, and full of weird echoes. But Luna didn't mind. She always found something fascinating about the dungeons, even if it was just the way the shadows moved differently when she walked by. And today, she was on a very specific mission. She was looking for someone with an aura clouded by the unmistakable signature of Nargles.
She found him sitting by a stone pillar—one of the Slytherins who always seemed like he was in his own world. Luna studied him for a second, noting the way the Nargles swirled around him in a storm of negativity. Nargles, those pesky little creatures, seemed to thrive in places where people felt down or anxious. And right now, he didn't look like he was having the best day. Luna paused. She considered stopping to say something encouraging, but then she thought better of it. Some people weren't ready for "Luna's Life Lessons," as her friends liked to call them.
So, she just whispered a quiet "Good luck," as she passed by, hoping her soft words would reach him, even if he didn't know it.
Moving on, she made her way to the Hufflepuff common room. The prefect standing by the entrance was surrounded by the familiar golden glow of Snorkacks. To Luna, Snorkacks were like little magical beacons of hope—symbols of resilience and joy that made everything feel a little bit lighter.
"Good afternoon!" Luna chirped, her voice filled with the kind of cheer only someone like her could muster at 8:30 in the morning.
The Hufflepuff prefect gave her a warm smile in return. "Good afternoon, Luna! Are you off on another one of your adventures?"
Luna nodded, her eyes twinkling. "Every day is an adventure," she said as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You never know what you might discover—like finding a lost shoe or learning what's hiding in the Forbidden Forest. It's always something."
The prefect laughed softly, clearly amused by Luna's take on life. "Well, I hope today's adventure is a good one, Luna."
With a dreamy smile, Luna floated past, off to her next stop: the Astronomy Tower.
The view from the top was her favorite part of the castle. She stood at the edge of the tower, gazing out over the Forbidden Forest below. The Centaurs' auras shimmered in the distance, and the Unicorns' glowing light reflected off the mist that rolled across the ground. It was as if the entire forest was alive with magic, and Luna was part of it all. A tiny ripple of joy fluttered in her chest as she closed her eyes, just for a moment, and let the peacefulness of the scene wash over her.
It wasn't a day for grand quests or epic adventures, but Luna didn't mind. She was happy just being in the moment, in her own little world. A world where she could see magic wherever she looked and where Hogwarts was the perfect place to belong.
Later, back in the Ravenclaw common room, Luna sat by her usual window seat. Her sketchbook was open in her lap, and she was drawing the magical creatures she'd encountered today. She didn't need much to feel content—just a good sketch, a little imagination, and the understanding that there was always magic in the world, even if most people couldn't see it.
She smiled, her pencil flying across the page as she added another Snorkack to her drawing, a perfect symbol of the quiet hope that filled the corners of her heart.
—
Neville Longbottom was sound asleep in his dormitory, blissfully unaware of the chaos he was about to unleash. He was dreaming of wandering through an enchanted forest, trying to talk to a rather sassy tree, when—well, when things started to get weird. You see, Neville wasn't just your average Gryffindor. He might have been clumsy and a little shy, but he also had some latent magical talents that were about to make their grand entrance—whether he liked it or not.
His fingers brushed against the potted Fluxweed on his bedside table, and, in that moment, something shifted. The plant, which had been sitting there, boringly waiting for water and sunlight, began to glow with an eerie green light. The light pulsed in rhythm with Neville's breathing, like it was syncing up with his dreams—except that it wasn't just the Fluxweed. Oh no. The entire room seemed to come alive, as though the walls themselves were taking part in Neville's subconscious adventure.
Now, if Neville had been awake, he'd probably have panicked. But, as it was, he was completely out of it, having a very meaningful conversation with the imaginary tree in his dream, completely oblivious to the fact that his dormitory was slowly transforming into a miniature jungle.
Ron Weasley, on the other hand, was awake—sort of. He was lying in his bed, snoring like a chain saw, when the sounds of rustling and the strange smells wafted into his nostrils. He blinked groggily, rubbing his eyes like someone who had just woken up from a really weird nap.
The first thing he saw was the Fluxweed. It was glowing, pulsing, and—was it growing? The second thing he saw was his bed. And the third was Neville, still fast asleep, completely unaware that he had just turned their room into a botanical garden on a rampage.
"Oi, Neville!" Ron grumbled, sitting up in bed and wiping the sleep from his eyes. "What the heck did you do to our room?"
Neville stirred, mumbling something unintelligible, his face still nestled in the pillow like a kid trying to avoid morning. He blinked at the glowing green light and, for a second, he thought he was still dreaming.
"I—uh, I don't know," Neville stammered, rubbing his eyes, clearly confused. "I was just sleeping! This is... a bit more than I expected, though." He glanced around the room at the writhing tendrils of Fluxweed that were creeping up the walls and snaking around his bedposts. Some of the flowers had started to bloom, filling the air with a sweet, almost magical fragrance. It was like a scene from Avatar, if Avatar had been about gardening gone rogue.
Ron scratched his head, not sure whether he was still in his bed or trapped inside some weird magical reality show. "Well, at least it's not another giant spider," he muttered, inspecting a particularly aggressive-looking vine that had wrapped itself around his shoes. "Could be worse, right?" He squinted at the Fluxweed, which was now positively glowing as if it were the star of some show. "And if this is your way of waking me up, Neville, I'm gonna need you to stop. This is like... some kind of magical wake-up call, isn't it?"
Neville's mouth hung open. "I swear, Ron, I didn't mean to—I mean, what even is this? It wasn't like this when I went to bed!"
The room was turning into a verdant jungle, with every plant in the room joining in the strange growth spree. Neville's desk had been overtaken by vines, his bedposts were practically drowning in greenery, and flowers of all shapes and sizes bloomed like they had been waiting for just the right moment to burst into existence.
Neville glanced over at Ron, who was now standing at the edge of his bed, poking the vines with his foot like they were some sort of oddly aggressive puppy.
"Do you think… do you think I've just… got a gift or something?" Neville asked, his voice filled with wonder, though he was still a bit freaked out by the whole situation. "I mean, I always liked Herbology, but this… this is next-level."
Ron squinted at the fluxing jungle, before he gave Neville a thumbs-up. "I dunno, mate. You're like a wizard version of The Jungle Book now. Pretty impressive for someone who used to faint at the sight of a ferret."
Neville blushed but couldn't help the small, nervous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. It was a smile that spoke of more than just self-doubt—it was the start of something new. Maybe he wasn't just the shy, fumbling Neville anymore. Maybe he had more potential than anyone, including himself, had realized.
The room was still growing. The plants were overtaking everything, and Neville was starting to feel more like the master of it all—his accidental magic had led him to discover something huge about himself.
"Well," Ron said, backing away from a vine that seemed way too interested in his socks, "if you've got this much magic in you, maybe we should put you to work. I'm sure Professor Sprout would love to see you do this in front of the whole class."
Neville chuckled nervously, feeling both embarrassed and proud. He wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but he did know one thing: he wasn't going to let this moment pass him by. Maybe he didn't always get things right, but today? Today felt like he was stepping into the future.
As the room continued to bloom into a magical mess, Neville managed to say, "Alright, let's not go crazy. Maybe just a few less vines next time?"
Ron, still avoiding a very enthusiastic vine that seemed to think it could play with him, grinned. "Sure, mate. As long as you don't make it worse by summoning a tropical rainforest in the middle of our dorm, I think we're all good."
Neville's eyes glinted with a new sense of determination. He didn't have to be the bumbling Neville anymore. Maybe it was time for the world to see what he was really capable of.
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