— Clara POV —
Waking up after was annoying. Not because I was stiff or lost my near nonexistent muscles, as magic took care of that side problem, the abruptness of it was disorienting. One moment I was working in my mind, the next I was forcefully pulled out of my involuntary meditation, being flooded with an enormous amount of information through my nerves, which nearly broke them again. Luckily this was just the shock, which disappeared pretty fast, but what came next was a battle against myself. Not just any battle, a hard battle, as my whole being longed to just up and transform into a fox, which I needed to fight against. This was also extrapolated by my increased sensitivity contrary to normal humans or wizards. The spells impacting myself from three different directions were also anything but helpful, as they agitated my weakened nerves, again, even though they were mostly informative spells, trying to discern my condition and eventual problems, as my magic was kind of out of control.
That was a side effect of fighting against the animagus transformation, as this fight is a literal fight against my magic and being, which for most other normal twelve year old children would turn them into an obscurial. Anything but pleasant let me tell you, but occlumency helped at that point very much, as my magic is still my magic, so I can also guide it by will, even if my magic thinks my will is wrong. I just needed a stronger will than my magic, which was a enhanced by occlumency.
Normally the will of your magic and yourself is balanced, which is also why persons with a strong will have stronger magic or that magic is stronger if you are agitated, as either your will amplifies it or your magics will overexerts itself to come to the same level as your will or even exceed it. While this is normally not dangerous, it should not be an ongoing situation either. Through occlumency though, you slowly outgrow the magic's will, through which your magic slowly gets stronger, together with your control over it.
The mentioned control here is not the normal gentle kind of control and acknowledgement of each other, but more of a commanding and forcing type of control. While some will tell you, that the control over magic should be one specific thing, that is extremely wrong, as every wizard can have a different approach to control. Some guide, some communicate, others command, others force and in rare cases even give their own magic autonomy and just let it do what it wants. And even if two wizards guide their magic, there will still be small or even big differences between each other.
Now why is this relevant at this point in time? Because nearly no one has more than one form of control and even trying to change their form of control in minute ways is hard, a fight against your very instincts. That is why controlling your magic is a life long journey. How hard would it be, to just straight up change your form of control from one extreme to the other?
I normally guide my magic like a branching river, which meant that I always only used a very small amount of my magic, which I then could better control, as the stronger, bigger and cleaner ones magic got, the harder control gets. Now I had thought about my exact problem sometimes over the last few years, afraid of becoming an obscurus and I have found a solution for my current problem.
Well I call it a solution, but it is more of a gamble, with a chance of success not even nearing 0.1%. I theorized that, as your magic has will, that you can also shock it, once and only momentarily, for just a split second stop or even just to slow it enough, to get back the control. My way of doing this, is switching my form of control consciously to the total opposite of my current one.
So, after taking a short but deep breath, I shouted in my mind and out of my body: „STOP!!!!!!!!", while at the same time forcefully compressing my magic into its normal form while expelling every singe bit of my magic which I couldn't catch in that instant out of my body, breaking several bones in the process and absolutely demolishing the room I was in, before falling into a deep true sleep, collapsing onto the cold hard floor.
— Mad Eye POV —
Getting an emergency call from st. Mungos, while not a first, was an extremely rare thing to happen, the last one having happened in the last war. The instant the special alarm rang, anti apparition shields in the auror department and hospital dropped, followed by every wizard in fighting condition apparating away in a cacophony of pops, only leaving behind the secondary emergency response team. Barely a second later, the anti apparition shields were up again, the hospitals wards fully activated. I only needed to orient myself for that split second and the moment the hospitals protective wards activated, I realized that it had already forcefully apparated all of the habitants to secure off site facilities. Curtesy of the preparations of the last war, as at that point in time these wards were jointly upgraded by hundreds of different wardmasters, for the sole purpose of guaranteeing the safety of every living being in this building. The next thing I noticed, was the complete right half of the building collapsing in a shockwave of pure destructive mana, only being stopped by the hundreds of shield blooming at the last second before impact, together with the main protective wards of the hospital, trying to protect the rest of the building. Instead of also using a protection charm, I cast a huge sound shield after the lines of defense, isolating the sound of the demolition before it reached us, before barking: „1, 3, 5 on me, 2, 4, 6 offsite, rest hold position!". What followed was a flurry of activity, 15 aurors and hitwizards, including me, approaching the barrier and reinforcing it, another 15 disappearing to do their duties and the rest fortifying our current position and setting up a very primitive triage behind us. The literal mana storm being held back by our shields didn't slow down at all, so I shouted: „The moment you can, get me all positive information of what we can expect after this storm stops!", before shouting even louder: „7, 8 clear rest of building and 9 get me a wardmaster, muggle control and the DOM asap!!!" Another flurry of activity broke out behind my back, before I continued: „Status!"
"Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!"
"Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!"
"Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!" "Uninjured!"
I got as reply, before speaking myself: „Right eye temporarily blinded, otherwise uninjured!", as that amount of raw magic, even through the protections, fried my right eye from the sheer amount of mana it was giving off. Then we stood there for 30 minutes, patching the defenses until finally, after 15 minutes of work the wardmaster could tell us why the hospital sounded the alarm: „Obscurial, 12 year old, female!" He shouted, before going back to work at whatever he needed to do. 15 minutes later, another report came in: „Only one missing is one Clara Ali Ollivander, 12 years old!", at which I took in a sharp breath before barking another set of orders: "Master occlumen fighters only, everyone else fall back and get me a perimeter!" All 14 of the current front line fell back, as I originally choose the squads with the best defensive abilities, but none of them were even close to being a master of the art of occlumency. They were quickly replaced with 14 other people with black cloaks, all from the department of mysteries. „I lead, Stunners only boys and girls!", I addressed them, which triggered another wave of murmurs. I then decided to brief them: "Clara, master… no scratch that grandmaster of the mind arts, armed and deadly, survival uncertain, possible obscurial. Uses a wand as well as a staff with unknown abilities. Was in a coma due to fried nerves worse than the Longbottoms. Cannot tell you more about her sadly, magic oath." "You will also not find much more about her, even if you go looking!", I decided to add, as I saw them exchanging glances. After another 15 minutes, I shouted: „Switch, defense only for now!", before falling back, as my reserves fell to 3/4s, which was standard for a scenario like this. Afterwards I hurried back to the temporary command post, in which gathered the head of aurors, leader of hit wizard squads, leader of auror squads and the wardmaster: „So, what did I miss?" I asked the moment I reached them. I was answered by Mrs Bones: „Miraculously no injured, except your eye, complete right side of the hospital destroyed, storm ongoing. Disaster originated on floor four, after Clara woke up from her coma and started to emit strange waves of magic. 3 healers who headed for her rescue told us that she shouted „STOP!", before they were forcefully teleported away. Original problem was fried nerves, worse than the Longbottoms, but they slowly healed over the last two months according to the healers.
— Henry POV —
I had a bad feeling about something, which was promptly answered, as I came before a st. Mungos, the complete right half missing and shrouded in a literal storm of mana and debris. At that point I started running, subconsciously stunning the wizard who wanted to stop me, before pushing open the door and shouting: „Alastor!", before promptly spotting him and running towards him, luckily unimpeded this time. The moment I reached him I asked: „Is Clara alright?" I could see it on his face, even before he spoke, that something was very wrong with her, which he promptly confirmed as he said: „Potential obscurial, reason for this disaster, as she started it shortly after waking up!" To which everyone around him gave him a confused look: „The wards triggered because of a transformation of an obscurial, I trust that little girl more than enough to somehow stop….", Mad Eye barked, at which he clutched his head and stopped speaking, before weakly saying: „Magical oath, excuse us."
The next moment my mind went into overdrive, my thoughts manifesting outside of my body, shrouded in mist, as I needed more space, to which most people except Mad Eye promptly cleared the area around me. I ran multiple millions of probable scenarios, before I took back my thoughts into my body, addressing Mrs Bones, who I knew should have all the informations: „Was she conscious the last two months?" I asked her, to which she answered: „Yes, the doctors called it an rare and extreme case of locked in syndrome, but…" At which point I disrupted her and started swearing, before stopping and saying: „I am her mind healer, also under a magical oath like Mad Eye, just way more stringent. I cannot tell you much, but my theory is: Past traumas, together with two months of no sleep, in which she probably worked on her occlumency and maybe found her inner animal together with her bloodline…", at which point I stopped, before tugging at the oaths link to Andy, telling him to come to me, which he promptly did.
I asked him: „Feel anything from the oath?"
„No, but … ah fuck don't tell me.", he said, taking in the scene before him.
I addressed the aurors: „Welp, yes she is the source of this disaster, but still alive and kidding and probably in a very deep sleep I would say. Probably floating at the height of the fourth floor in her room, which also should be the eye of the storm. Do you think you can apparate her out of there?" I asked Andy. „Yes", he answered: „But I will need to be fast and lucky. Here, hold these for me", he said, before taking of anything magical from his person, even his foci, an immense show of trust, even though he rarely uses it. „It will be extremely dangerous. While I have nothing magical on me, even the magic of apparating there will be enough to act as a magnet for most of this magic, instantly destabilizing the storm and rushing into the eye of it. Even if I get her out, I won't teleport her back here, as this could agitate the storm and even without her here, you will need to contain if for a short while, I will be back as fast as possible to help you." While a lot of people looked skeptical, Mad Eye started shouting orders to up the defenses to a maximum and to be prepared for a short burst defense, before telling Andy: „Ready", after which he promptly disappeared.
— Andy POV —
After getting the ready from Mad Eye, I instantly teleported to Claras location. I thought I would appear, locate and grab her and disappear, but for a second I just stood there, stunned, as I felt the magic around me being too afraid to approach. Now I stood there, in the middle of this huge storm, in this eye of the storm, the room of Clara still existing, not shredded into nothingness as the rest of the hospital was. Not a single disturbance reaching me. Even though the room still existed, you could see through the walls, floor and ceiling due to the sheer amount of ambient mana concentrated in the middle of this storm, while it apparently sucks in as much ambient mana as possible and stores it here. After watching the spectacle in front of me, I just disappeared, back to where I came from, instantly saying: „Stop, defend normal for a while longer, Clara is not in any danger but if I take her out of there a fourth of London will probably be swallowed by this storm. She is not in the eye of the storm, but she is the eye of the storm. And unconscious by the way, so she cannot control it in any way. And more good news, I have an idea of how to stop this storm, so sit tight, defend, don't do anything stupid and I will be back in a jiffy, hopefully."
I whisked away, making several hops through different space pockets, before stopping in front of an old, dilapidated wooden hut. Shortly after, I walked the last few steps, before respectfully knocking onto the door, which near instantaneous sucked me in. After a short bout of dizziness I found myself in a pitch black empty expanse of space. „I need your help!", I shouted, but as I got no answer and got impatient I added: „It is urgent, standard contract, clause of secrecy for you and the object will be mine afterwards!", to which I finally got an answer. „Oh, are you sure you can pay that? Even with the family rabatt it will cost you a huge amount." „Yes, I am sure and if worse comes to worst I will just win it back at our next chess match." I answered, after which the voice started laughing and a huge body came into my view, rapidly shrinking to dwarfish proportions. „But you hate playing chess, when was the last time you came voluntarily? Decades at minimum, this apparently is extremely important if you yourself propose this. Here, I already signed, the contract as you stipulated." And after a short while of reading it, I also signed it. „So, what do you need me for?" „Mana dense and rich space pocket, as big, no huge as possible, best with automatic growth, none material object transfer into it at creation and as core, link of that object with a novice grandmaster, 12 years old and also family, so don't screw it up and for goods sake, stop drinking that! This is important!„ I shouted at the end, as mid way through the explanation he started drinking his signature drink, which is more potent alcohol than every alcohol on earth combined and multiplied by itself. „So, where to? And what is that object you are talking about?" He asked, which I answered: „St. Mungos and you will see it, the moment you appear. Also, please don't kill anyone this time, do the opposite."
— Observer POV —
One minute after Andy had disappeared again, a strange man suddenly appeared in the middle of the entrance hall. After a brief moment of silence, he shouted: „I will take care of this, everyone fall back!", followed by a bellowed: „Protego!", which rapidly expanded, instantly taking over the job of hundreds of wizards, who tried to contain the storm. The next second he shouted: „Oi Andy, this will cost double, no triple it!", to which he got quite a quiet answer: „Too late, already signed the contract. Got you this time. Sweet revenge at last."
Then he got to work, his body slowly expanding releasing magic in quantity and quality so much superior to the small storm of Clara, that most wizards near it fell to the ground, some barely conscious, before he slowly started an ancient chant in a language, which no one could identify, while still upholding his protego. Hell it got even stronger as time passed.
Soon, a day passed. The huge man was still releasing copious amounts of magic, slowly building a wall around the still ongoing storm. This wall was a disorienting black and white, black being the inner layer and white the outer, but for some reason you could see and differentiate both at the same time. Over the course of the next day, this wall slowly crept around the storm, slowly forming a full cube, until it completely replaced the protego, which was promptly canceled, before it slowly startet to shrink, while also slowly turning into a round smooth sphere during this process. In the end, a small marble remained, still containing the violent storm and Clara's body, the storm still faintly visible through the white and black outer layers of the marble.
After it was finally finished, the man spoke again: „She will know how to exit this, catch!", before tossing the small marble at a flabbergasted Andy, before the man cast an overpowered reparo, rebuilding the destroyed side of the hospital, before disappearing from his spot, ignoring the multiple anti-apparition wards layered over the area.
— Clara POV —
Waking up the second time was way nicer, my nerves a lot better than the first time, no out of control urges or magic and absolutely no fatigue, having slept of the fatigue of over 2 months of constant mental work. After a short pause, I slowly opened my eyes, taking in my surroundings. I stood in a destroyed room, its walls, floor and ceiling strangely see through and a dense rotating wall of mana enclosing it. I also realized that the mana density was of the charts, nowhere near the one I had felt at my ritual of cemented passion, but still above average, by quite a lot. For a time I just stood there, marveling at the sight before me, before a slight headache hit me, curtesy to a not so small information package, which obliterated my minds defenses and told or better showed me where I was and how I could leave.
I was torn between staying is this place for a bit and leaving directly, before I decided to just leave, as I had already missed two months and three days of school, as I had slept a full three days. I also needed to get some of my bones fixed asap, as they were not healed yet, while some where even wrongly healed, which meant I was in for a „surgical" bone breaking or vanishing curse at those points. So I promptly left, all through this new and still unstable mental link of mine.
— Observer POV —
What Clara didn't know at that moment, was that that storm, so small it was in the beginning, was already bigger than a continent, continuously sucking up the mana in the pocket space, while also expelling it and in the process gaining speed. Were in not for the storms self sufficient growth only partially powered by Clara's mana, the mana density in the eye of the storm would be a lot higher.