HA: Chapter 7
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Betaed by: undiagnosedEpIdEmIcXXotaku
Chapter 7: July 31st
Harry bolted upright from the plush four-poster bed; sweat drenching his small form as he screamed in pain.
He'd been dreaming the dream that had been haunting him all month - him walking through a village full of trees with big, forest green leaves and succulent fruit, long twisting rivers full of vibrant waters and crowded with winged beings with wild colored hair. Just as Harry had been about to look down at his reflection in the river he'd been awoken from his sleep by unbearable pain, pain that tripled that of the Crucio Curse and doubled that of the potions Malfoy had given him while in Hogesmade. The pain started at the base of his back and raced up his spine to his shoulders where it multiplied until he could no longer produce another thought. His skin crawled uncomfortably against the silk sheets. He felt as if someone had placed him inside a burning building in the middle of an August heat. With an anguished cry, Harry began to tear at his pajamas, desperate to get away from the sweltering warmth that seemed to cloud him in cloaks of heat (I switched em. It might sound better this way. If you don't think so, feel free to change it).
"Cousin," a musical voice chimed from somewhere above. Harry idly wondered if he was dying and if the voice he heard was that of an angel. 'Well if that's what dying feels like, then I now know why Voldemort wants to be immortal so badly.'
'Wait, if I'm dying, why would an angel call me cousin?' Harry wondered. 'Only one person's ever called me cousin before; Dudley has never considered me family.'
"Cadence?" Harry croaked, blearily opening his watering eyes. Leaning over Harry was Cadence and an older female seemingly in her twenties, who could be Cadence's twin. She had blood red hair that cascaded to her lower back in long curls, and almond shaped green eyes, with tan sun-kissed skin that had an unnatural shimmer to it. The major difference between the two, besides their gender, was the two wings that protruded from her back. The wings reminded Harry of butterfly wings with their loopy shape; they were a light pink with opal white markings running down the edges of them. The female fae, as that was what Harry guessed her to be, had the same markings on the side of her face.
Cadence, noticing his cousin's attention was on the female, said, "Harry, this is my older sister, Levina."
"Pleasure." Levina nodded with a smile.
"She's here to also help you with your transformation, as I still haven't earned my wings yet. Also, she's a healer in the fae arts, so if anything does go wrong she can stop it," Cadence supplied.
Harry grimaced as another wave of pain rocked through his body. Levina hurriedly kneeled at his side, grasping his shaking hands in hers; her hands glowed a pale butternut yellow. Harry gasped at the sensation that tingled down his body as her hands met his; it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
Levina laughed at his reaction, "Fae are hyper sensitive to senses, especially touch, and since you're just a changeling your powers will be easily susceptive to any touch as well as your emotions. The-"
"Our family will help you gain control before we go to Moros so you don't have to worry about figuring it all out on your own," Cadence cut in earning himself a glare from an annoyed Levina.
"As I was saying," Levina snipped, "that burning you're feeling right now is your body temperature and magic changing to accustom itself to your fae heritage. The pain is because your wings are starting to grow in." Harry's eyes widened at this statement; although he'd gotten around to the knowledge that he was part fae, he hadn't thought that he would have wings.
Levina patted his hand consolingly, "It'll be over soon. You're already producing the shimmer, see?" she raised his hand to his eyes. His skin did indeed have the same unnatural glimmer that coated Cadence and Levina's skin; upon closer inspection, it looked like the glitter that he'd seen muggle girls wear.
"The final step is coming, Cousin. Lie on your back," she instructed. "You don't want to tear your wings now do you?" she asked when Harry didn't immediately move. Harry awkwardly shifted upwards only to fall back with a painful whoosh.
Levina winced, realizing her error. "Cayde help me move him. Grab his legs and I'll grab his shoulders." On the count of three, Harry was swiftly turned on his stomach.
Harry arched his back as another tremor went though his body; his bottom lip bled with his effort to keep from screaming. He began to shallowly pant as he heard something snap with a sickening pop.
"I know it hurts but you have to do as I say, okay?" Levina ordered, her hands glowing over his body like two orbs of pale sunlight. Harry mutely bobbed his head in understanding,
"Take a deep breathe and think of something that calms you," Levina said soothingly. Harry immediately conjured up an image of himself walking though his dream village.
"Are you thinking of it?" When Harry nodded she continued, "Now breathe in and out and in and out. Keep on taking deep breaths while thinking of that something - you're safe there; there's no pain, only you and that something."
Harry complied with her commands, minutely falling into a smoky like haze, the pain receding to a distant prick of discomfort. After what seemed like only a few minutes he felt something hot, wet, and sticky, running down his back, leaving an unpleasant tickling sensation dancing down his spine. Somewhere along the way he had closed his eyes. Again opening them he twisted his head to look at the two crazily grinning fae kneeling on each side of his bed.
"Is it done?" he questioned curiously cautiously shifting his legs to get his blood circulating in his sleeping legs.
"Yes, it's over now," Levina, answered.
"Do you want to see what you look like now?" Cadence chirped bouncing from his seat on the floor.
Harry shrugged wearily, slightly surprised that his body wasn't hurting more than the soreness he felt; it was similar to what he experienced after a vigorous Quidditch practice or training session.
Cadence animatedly waved his hand summoning a life size mirror to sit in front of Harry. Harry gazed at his reflection in avid amazement and a slight bewilderment at the changes he had undergone. 'Although after six years in the wizarding world I guess I really shouldn't be surprised.'
His skin had darkened to a golden tan; his eyes seemed to burn brighter, now resembling dancing green flames, shimmering that glittery, magical, shimmer, and his ears were now pointed. His hair now looked more feathery and the colors that had been magically put in now appeared more vibrant making Harry wonder if they were now natural and if maybe the hair stylists at Cupid's Arrows were seers. What really gave him pause though were the wings, emerald green and silver in color; black markings lined the sides, and the same markings lined the sides of his face. The markings started at the temple of his forehead, raced down to the sides of his eyes, and curled underneath his chin.
'I just had to have Slytherin colors; Malfoy's never going to let me live this down,' Harry thought.
"What do the markings mean?" Harry asked trying to think positive, he figured that he'd freaked out over enough in his life over things that he had no control of. Why not think positive and try to fix what he could change?
"They indicate your role as a submissive," Cadence crooned, eyes twinkling madly, giving Harry an unpleasant reminder of Dumbledore in that second.
"A submissive?"
Levina nodded, "Male submissives have the ability to produce young if they so wish. We have the markings so that everyone can easily know who a submissive is so no one unknowingly harms the future of the fae."
Harry shook his head to try and erase the thought of him pregnant with a child sitting on the lap of a mystery man.
"Can you two tell me please how my mother is a fae and yet everyone who knew her thought of her as a muggleborn and a witch?"
Cadence and Levina shared a glance before Cadence nodded and shifted to get himself more comfortable underneath Harry's intimidating stare.
"Thirty-six years ago, King Arrian and Queen Isadora of the Ferrishyn tribe gave birth to their youngest child, a little girl they named Diana. During this time the fae were at war with the dark veela after their prince had killed one of our own in a fit of rage. It was during one of the dark veela's sieges on our village that little Diana only a summer old was kidnapped. She was given to the wizards are natural enemy for persecuting and killing us for sport and to use our bodies in potions. The wizards abandoned her on the steps of a muggle orphanage and placed a magical creature-suppressing necklace on her that would hide all of her fae traits. The King and Queen couldn't find her because her powers hadn't yet reached maturity and the suppressor kept her from being identified in tracking spells. Diana was adopted by two muggles by the names of Patrick and Rose Evans at the age of two, who renamed her Lily Marie Evans."
'Mom almost had the same beginning as me,' Harry thought wistfully.
"On her 16th birthday, after she came into her full powers, she found her way to the fae village. Diana said that her necklace had been destroyed by a stray spell after a Death Eater attack in Hogesmade the year before. After it had been destroyed, she began to notice differences in herself; her body temperature was different, her skin now glowed, and she could control the elements when her emotions were out of control. She researched until she found her answer, which was when she came to the village for answers."
"The King and Queen told her why she grew up in the muggle and wizarding world with the Evans when her real parents were the Ferrishyn's who were alive and well. They wanted her to live with them in the village and learn the fae arts, but she said told them that she had fallen in love with a wizard named James Potter, who she believed to be her mate. She said he wouldn't feel at home anywhere that wasn't the magical world and she wouldn't be happy anywhere that wasn't with him. She visited the village and her people every seasonal harvest until her 20th birthday. There were only letters after that, explaining that a Dark Lord was after her and her new family and that they were in hiding. The letters stopped coming after Halloween on her 21st winter. We later learned that the Dark Lord had killed Diana and her mate but that their only child, you, had survived."
"That still doesn't explain why nobody ever told me that she was a fae," Harry tried again.
"That would be because nobody knew," Levina stated with a flip of her dark red hair, "After she came into her full heritage when she first visited her real family, Grandpa Arrian and Grandma Isadora cast a disguising spell with fae magic so no one would notice unless they were also a magical creature."
Harry blinked trying to process everything he'd learned in less than 30 minutes when he realized something, "Wait we have the same grandparents? We're really cousins?"
The siblings laughed at his shocked expression, "Yes little cousin we really are your cousins," Levina smirked. "Our mom, Rosalia, was your mom's older sister."
'They're my family and they don't hate me…' Harry quickly shook his head to get the melancholy thoughts and memories that came along with them out of his head. He thought over what they had told him, "What are dark veelas?"
The fae's faces instantly darkened, Cadence answered his musical voice turned into a low growl, "Dark veela is what's created when a vampire and veela reproduce, they're dark, evil, loathsome creatures, Harry."
"They're not to be trusted, little cousin," Levina remarked her pretty face twisted into a frown, "unlike regular veelas they don't just have an abnormal amount of pheromones, they can control your thoughts, actions, and can manipulate shadows. When they control you it's like being under the imperious curse only you want to do what the caster tells you to, you revel in it."
"How come I've never heard of them before?" Harry asked curiously.
Cadence snorted, "A school like Hogwarts would never hold a book about dark veela, not only is the school sub par but dark veela are the outcasts of the dark creatures." Harry raised an eyebrow in question edging Cadence to explain more thoroughly but Cadence didn't notice as he picked his nails.
Levina rolled her eyes at her brother's vague answer and began her lecture, "Dark veela were created after the Vampire King Acacius had an affair with a young veela. The veela became pregnant and secretly gave birth that spring to the King's baby. That baby, Nicon, was an abnormality, before then it was thought impossible for two different creatures to reproduce. The baby had all of the veela's power of seduction and could also control the shadows like it's vampire father. Nicon also had the unusual ability to control peoples thoughts and actions and for this Nicon was feared."
Harry frowned thinking that this story sounded all too familiar for his liking but he kept quiet wanting to hear the rest.
"Over the years Acacius had more affairs with different veela's, many becoming pregnant; all of the children had the same abilities as Nicon. The rumors of this new creature spread and the fear grew. The dark veela didn't do much to help matters, with riots and raids popping up everywhere. The final nail in their coffin came when Nicon, the prince of the dark veela, killed Grandma Isadora's little sister after she refused his hand in marriage.
"A war began between the dark veela and the fae. The vampires aligned themselves with the fae with Acacius saying that they had no part in the creation of this new creature and the veela's aligned themselves with the dark veela as their mothers were very loyal to their children. The dark veela only had the support of the incubi and veela while the light creatures siding with the fae.
"The war was a long, bloody war, Harry, many innocents were lost by the end of it," Levina sighed. "The fae lost many numbers but we're now recuperating the dark veela on the other hand were a small number to begin with and there are barely a handful left. Those that are take to hiding low."
"Except for Nicon and Tristan Michaels," Cadence grumbled.
Levina nodded with a grimace, "Yes, except for them."
"Who's Tristan Michaels?" Harry queried twisting his head between the two who shared the same fowl look at the mention of the name.
"Tristan Michaels is Nicon's son. He attends Moros Academy where I teach and where Cadence is headed this year. He's manipulative and cruel and respects no one," Levina explained with a glower.
"Sounds like Malfoy," Harry mumbled.
"What do you teach?" Harry asked.
"I'm the Healing professor and my mate Nolan teaches Defensive Magic," Levina smiled fondly.
"What's Moros like?"
"It's beautiful," Cadence beamed, "It's located at the South Island in New Zealand so you have the most amazing view of the Alps. Also, the classes are really diverse, although the teachers are kind of weird; but they can teach," Cadence said earning him a smack in the head from a pissed off Levina.
"Grandpa Arrian and Grandma Isadora and mom and dad want to talk to you in the morning and show you the village; so you should get some sleep as it's already three in the morning," Levina said casting a tempus charm.
Harry's eyes widened, "They want to meet me?"
"Is this going to be a running theme for you? Repeating everything I say?" Levina snapped.
Harry looked at her confused making Levina bristle in agitation, "I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true," she snipped, "People care about you little Harry so get used to it, now do as I said and go to sleep!" With that said she forced the blanket over Harry and with a wave of her hand the light that Harry hadn't realized was on was switched off.
Cadence laughed as Harry looked owlishly at Levina's retreating back, "Trust me, you get used to her bipolar behavior after awhile. See 'ya in the morning cuz!"
Harry blinked his eyes closed thinking over the past confusing three hours quickly falling into sleep filled dreams of a village hidden in a dark green forest with twisting rivers.
~~~ How I imagine Levina to look ~~~
Betaed by: undiagnosedEpIdEmIcXXotaku
Chapter 7: July 31st
Harry bolted upright from the plush four-poster bed; sweat drenching his small form as he screamed in pain.
He'd been dreaming the dream that had been haunting him all month - him walking through a village full of trees with big, forest green leaves and succulent fruit, long twisting rivers full of vibrant waters and crowded with winged beings with wild colored hair. Just as Harry had been about to look down at his reflection in the river he'd been awoken from his sleep by unbearable pain, pain that tripled that of the Crucio Curse and doubled that of the potions Malfoy had given him while in Hogesmade. The pain started at the base of his back and raced up his spine to his shoulders where it multiplied until he could no longer produce another thought. His skin crawled uncomfortably against the silk sheets. He felt as if someone had placed him inside a burning building in the middle of an August heat. With an anguished cry, Harry began to tear at his pajamas, desperate to get away from the sweltering warmth that seemed to cloud him in cloaks of heat (I switched em. It might sound better this way. If you don't think so, feel free to change it).
"Cousin," a musical voice chimed from somewhere above. Harry idly wondered if he was dying and if the voice he heard was that of an angel. 'Well if that's what dying feels like, then I now know why Voldemort wants to be immortal so badly.'
'Wait, if I'm dying, why would an angel call me cousin?' Harry wondered. 'Only one person's ever called me cousin before; Dudley has never considered me family.'
"Cadence?" Harry croaked, blearily opening his watering eyes. Leaning over Harry was Cadence and an older female seemingly in her twenties, who could be Cadence's twin. She had blood red hair that cascaded to her lower back in long curls, and almond shaped green eyes, with tan sun-kissed skin that had an unnatural shimmer to it. The major difference between the two, besides their gender, was the two wings that protruded from her back. The wings reminded Harry of butterfly wings with their loopy shape; they were a light pink with opal white markings running down the edges of them. The female fae, as that was what Harry guessed her to be, had the same markings on the side of her face.
Cadence, noticing his cousin's attention was on the female, said, "Harry, this is my older sister, Levina."
"Pleasure." Levina nodded with a smile.
"She's here to also help you with your transformation, as I still haven't earned my wings yet. Also, she's a healer in the fae arts, so if anything does go wrong she can stop it," Cadence supplied.
Harry grimaced as another wave of pain rocked through his body. Levina hurriedly kneeled at his side, grasping his shaking hands in hers; her hands glowed a pale butternut yellow. Harry gasped at the sensation that tingled down his body as her hands met his; it was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before.
Levina laughed at his reaction, "Fae are hyper sensitive to senses, especially touch, and since you're just a changeling your powers will be easily susceptive to any touch as well as your emotions. The-"
"Our family will help you gain control before we go to Moros so you don't have to worry about figuring it all out on your own," Cadence cut in earning himself a glare from an annoyed Levina.
"As I was saying," Levina snipped, "that burning you're feeling right now is your body temperature and magic changing to accustom itself to your fae heritage. The pain is because your wings are starting to grow in." Harry's eyes widened at this statement; although he'd gotten around to the knowledge that he was part fae, he hadn't thought that he would have wings.
Levina patted his hand consolingly, "It'll be over soon. You're already producing the shimmer, see?" she raised his hand to his eyes. His skin did indeed have the same unnatural glimmer that coated Cadence and Levina's skin; upon closer inspection, it looked like the glitter that he'd seen muggle girls wear.
"The final step is coming, Cousin. Lie on your back," she instructed. "You don't want to tear your wings now do you?" she asked when Harry didn't immediately move. Harry awkwardly shifted upwards only to fall back with a painful whoosh.
Levina winced, realizing her error. "Cayde help me move him. Grab his legs and I'll grab his shoulders." On the count of three, Harry was swiftly turned on his stomach.
Harry arched his back as another tremor went though his body; his bottom lip bled with his effort to keep from screaming. He began to shallowly pant as he heard something snap with a sickening pop.
"I know it hurts but you have to do as I say, okay?" Levina ordered, her hands glowing over his body like two orbs of pale sunlight. Harry mutely bobbed his head in understanding,
"Take a deep breathe and think of something that calms you," Levina said soothingly. Harry immediately conjured up an image of himself walking though his dream village.
"Are you thinking of it?" When Harry nodded she continued, "Now breathe in and out and in and out. Keep on taking deep breaths while thinking of that something - you're safe there; there's no pain, only you and that something."
Harry complied with her commands, minutely falling into a smoky like haze, the pain receding to a distant prick of discomfort. After what seemed like only a few minutes he felt something hot, wet, and sticky, running down his back, leaving an unpleasant tickling sensation dancing down his spine. Somewhere along the way he had closed his eyes. Again opening them he twisted his head to look at the two crazily grinning fae kneeling on each side of his bed.
"Is it done?" he questioned curiously cautiously shifting his legs to get his blood circulating in his sleeping legs.
"Yes, it's over now," Levina, answered.
"Do you want to see what you look like now?" Cadence chirped bouncing from his seat on the floor.
Harry shrugged wearily, slightly surprised that his body wasn't hurting more than the soreness he felt; it was similar to what he experienced after a vigorous Quidditch practice or training session.
Cadence animatedly waved his hand summoning a life size mirror to sit in front of Harry. Harry gazed at his reflection in avid amazement and a slight bewilderment at the changes he had undergone. 'Although after six years in the wizarding world I guess I really shouldn't be surprised.'
His skin had darkened to a golden tan; his eyes seemed to burn brighter, now resembling dancing green flames, shimmering that glittery, magical, shimmer, and his ears were now pointed. His hair now looked more feathery and the colors that had been magically put in now appeared more vibrant making Harry wonder if they were now natural and if maybe the hair stylists at Cupid's Arrows were seers. What really gave him pause though were the wings, emerald green and silver in color; black markings lined the sides, and the same markings lined the sides of his face. The markings started at the temple of his forehead, raced down to the sides of his eyes, and curled underneath his chin.
'I just had to have Slytherin colors; Malfoy's never going to let me live this down,' Harry thought.
"What do the markings mean?" Harry asked trying to think positive, he figured that he'd freaked out over enough in his life over things that he had no control of. Why not think positive and try to fix what he could change?
"They indicate your role as a submissive," Cadence crooned, eyes twinkling madly, giving Harry an unpleasant reminder of Dumbledore in that second.
"A submissive?"
Levina nodded, "Male submissives have the ability to produce young if they so wish. We have the markings so that everyone can easily know who a submissive is so no one unknowingly harms the future of the fae."
Harry shook his head to try and erase the thought of him pregnant with a child sitting on the lap of a mystery man.
"Can you two tell me please how my mother is a fae and yet everyone who knew her thought of her as a muggleborn and a witch?"
Cadence and Levina shared a glance before Cadence nodded and shifted to get himself more comfortable underneath Harry's intimidating stare.
"Thirty-six years ago, King Arrian and Queen Isadora of the Ferrishyn tribe gave birth to their youngest child, a little girl they named Diana. During this time the fae were at war with the dark veela after their prince had killed one of our own in a fit of rage. It was during one of the dark veela's sieges on our village that little Diana only a summer old was kidnapped. She was given to the wizards are natural enemy for persecuting and killing us for sport and to use our bodies in potions. The wizards abandoned her on the steps of a muggle orphanage and placed a magical creature-suppressing necklace on her that would hide all of her fae traits. The King and Queen couldn't find her because her powers hadn't yet reached maturity and the suppressor kept her from being identified in tracking spells. Diana was adopted by two muggles by the names of Patrick and Rose Evans at the age of two, who renamed her Lily Marie Evans."
'Mom almost had the same beginning as me,' Harry thought wistfully.
"On her 16th birthday, after she came into her full powers, she found her way to the fae village. Diana said that her necklace had been destroyed by a stray spell after a Death Eater attack in Hogesmade the year before. After it had been destroyed, she began to notice differences in herself; her body temperature was different, her skin now glowed, and she could control the elements when her emotions were out of control. She researched until she found her answer, which was when she came to the village for answers."
"The King and Queen told her why she grew up in the muggle and wizarding world with the Evans when her real parents were the Ferrishyn's who were alive and well. They wanted her to live with them in the village and learn the fae arts, but she said told them that she had fallen in love with a wizard named James Potter, who she believed to be her mate. She said he wouldn't feel at home anywhere that wasn't the magical world and she wouldn't be happy anywhere that wasn't with him. She visited the village and her people every seasonal harvest until her 20th birthday. There were only letters after that, explaining that a Dark Lord was after her and her new family and that they were in hiding. The letters stopped coming after Halloween on her 21st winter. We later learned that the Dark Lord had killed Diana and her mate but that their only child, you, had survived."
"That still doesn't explain why nobody ever told me that she was a fae," Harry tried again.
"That would be because nobody knew," Levina stated with a flip of her dark red hair, "After she came into her full heritage when she first visited her real family, Grandpa Arrian and Grandma Isadora cast a disguising spell with fae magic so no one would notice unless they were also a magical creature."
Harry blinked trying to process everything he'd learned in less than 30 minutes when he realized something, "Wait we have the same grandparents? We're really cousins?"
The siblings laughed at his shocked expression, "Yes little cousin we really are your cousins," Levina smirked. "Our mom, Rosalia, was your mom's older sister."
'They're my family and they don't hate me…' Harry quickly shook his head to get the melancholy thoughts and memories that came along with them out of his head. He thought over what they had told him, "What are dark veelas?"
The fae's faces instantly darkened, Cadence answered his musical voice turned into a low growl, "Dark veela is what's created when a vampire and veela reproduce, they're dark, evil, loathsome creatures, Harry."
"They're not to be trusted, little cousin," Levina remarked her pretty face twisted into a frown, "unlike regular veelas they don't just have an abnormal amount of pheromones, they can control your thoughts, actions, and can manipulate shadows. When they control you it's like being under the imperious curse only you want to do what the caster tells you to, you revel in it."
"How come I've never heard of them before?" Harry asked curiously.
Cadence snorted, "A school like Hogwarts would never hold a book about dark veela, not only is the school sub par but dark veela are the outcasts of the dark creatures." Harry raised an eyebrow in question edging Cadence to explain more thoroughly but Cadence didn't notice as he picked his nails.
Levina rolled her eyes at her brother's vague answer and began her lecture, "Dark veela were created after the Vampire King Acacius had an affair with a young veela. The veela became pregnant and secretly gave birth that spring to the King's baby. That baby, Nicon, was an abnormality, before then it was thought impossible for two different creatures to reproduce. The baby had all of the veela's power of seduction and could also control the shadows like it's vampire father. Nicon also had the unusual ability to control peoples thoughts and actions and for this Nicon was feared."
Harry frowned thinking that this story sounded all too familiar for his liking but he kept quiet wanting to hear the rest.
"Over the years Acacius had more affairs with different veela's, many becoming pregnant; all of the children had the same abilities as Nicon. The rumors of this new creature spread and the fear grew. The dark veela didn't do much to help matters, with riots and raids popping up everywhere. The final nail in their coffin came when Nicon, the prince of the dark veela, killed Grandma Isadora's little sister after she refused his hand in marriage.
"A war began between the dark veela and the fae. The vampires aligned themselves with the fae with Acacius saying that they had no part in the creation of this new creature and the veela's aligned themselves with the dark veela as their mothers were very loyal to their children. The dark veela only had the support of the incubi and veela while the light creatures siding with the fae.
"The war was a long, bloody war, Harry, many innocents were lost by the end of it," Levina sighed. "The fae lost many numbers but we're now recuperating the dark veela on the other hand were a small number to begin with and there are barely a handful left. Those that are take to hiding low."
"Except for Nicon and Tristan Michaels," Cadence grumbled.
Levina nodded with a grimace, "Yes, except for them."
"Who's Tristan Michaels?" Harry queried twisting his head between the two who shared the same fowl look at the mention of the name.
"Tristan Michaels is Nicon's son. He attends Moros Academy where I teach and where Cadence is headed this year. He's manipulative and cruel and respects no one," Levina explained with a glower.
"Sounds like Malfoy," Harry mumbled.
"What do you teach?" Harry asked.
"I'm the Healing professor and my mate Nolan teaches Defensive Magic," Levina smiled fondly.
"What's Moros like?"
"It's beautiful," Cadence beamed, "It's located at the South Island in New Zealand so you have the most amazing view of the Alps. Also, the classes are really diverse, although the teachers are kind of weird; but they can teach," Cadence said earning him a smack in the head from a pissed off Levina.
"Grandpa Arrian and Grandma Isadora and mom and dad want to talk to you in the morning and show you the village; so you should get some sleep as it's already three in the morning," Levina said casting a tempus charm.
Harry's eyes widened, "They want to meet me?"
"Is this going to be a running theme for you? Repeating everything I say?" Levina snapped.
Harry looked at her confused making Levina bristle in agitation, "I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't true," she snipped, "People care about you little Harry so get used to it, now do as I said and go to sleep!" With that said she forced the blanket over Harry and with a wave of her hand the light that Harry hadn't realized was on was switched off.
Cadence laughed as Harry looked owlishly at Levina's retreating back, "Trust me, you get used to her bipolar behavior after awhile. See 'ya in the morning cuz!"
Harry blinked his eyes closed thinking over the past confusing three hours quickly falling into sleep filled dreams of a village hidden in a dark green forest with twisting rivers.
~~~ How I imagine Levina to look ~~~