Date: December 1st, 1991
Time: 11:45 AM
Location: Founders' Royal Suite, Hogwarts Castle
The scent of enchanted lavender and fire-warmed cedarwood drifted through the expansive halls of the Founders' Royal Suite as sunlight poured through the enchanted crystal dome above, casting gentle halos of warmth upon every corner. The ancient chamber, alive with magic older than Britain itself, was alight with calm anticipation. Harry stood near the large hearth, gently brushing down Selene's coat, the unicorn's silver mane shimmering like the edge of dawn.
Selene had remained unchanged since the night she'd entered the suite. Towering at five feet six inches the same height as Harry she stood with the proud stature of a celestial guardian. Her ruby eyes followed him with unspoken affection as her horn radiated a soft pearlescent light. The bond between them was no longer just emotional, it was soul-deep, radiant, and sacred.
"I still can't believe she's real," whispered Dora softly as she stood beside him, her badge glinting beneath her robes. "Every time I look at her, it's like seeing magic for the first time again."
"She's more than a unicorn now," Lavender murmured from her seat beside the massive stained-glass window. "She's a symbol of who we're becoming. A family bound by choice, not blood."
Just then, the suite's doors carved from ancient oak and etched with Veela-script runes swung open, guided by Elana's presence. Behind her stood Queen Elizabeth II, resplendent in a tailored winter coat of deep plum and a matching hat adorned with a single silver feather. She paused in the threshold, her gloved hands folding before her as her gaze swept over the room over Harry, over the gathered girls of the Bound...and then over Selene.
"Oh, my stars," Elizabeth breathed, her voice caught between disbelief and reverence. "Lily told me of the unicorn she dreamt of, but to see one truly see one with my own eyes..."
Harry turned with a warm smile, stepping forward with calm pride. "She's real, Grandmother. Her name is Selene. She came to me in the forest, wounded and barely breathing and now she is one of us."
Elizabeth stepped closer, slowly, reverently, her royal guard lingering respectfully at the entrance. She extended a hand and watched as Selene lowered her head, nuzzling the queen's palm with gentle familiarity. Her majesty gasped softly. "Her soul is pure and radiant."
"She bonded with Harry," Elana explained gently, standing proudly at his side. "Through that bond, she grew stronger. She is no longer just a unicorn. She is Bound."
"And you've grown too, haven't you?" Elizabeth's eyes softened as she looked at Harry. "So much of your mother is in you. She always dreamed of a world like this where magic wasn't just taught, but lived in unity and grace."
Before Harry could respond, a ripple of divine energy passed through the suite. The magic gathered near the corner where the Bound kept a small, enchanted cushion. There, curled into a snowy ball, was Katsumi, the tiny, single-tailed fox Hermione had named weeks ago. Now, before their very eyes, Katsumi rose on all four paws, her body shifting in a surge of white-gold light.
She grew rapidly, her form stretching and maturing until she stood nearly three feet at the shoulder, five feet in length, her eight newly revealed tails swaying behind her in perfect, flame-tipped harmony. Her coat shimmered with a divine glow, as if moonlight had been woven into every hair. Eyes of starlit blue looked across the room with childlike wonder and ancient wisdom.
Katsumi stepped forward, tail flames casting soft illumination along the floor, and made her way toward Harry. "Father," she said softly, her voice clear and resonant as the first song of twilight. Every head turned. The room fell utterly silent. Katsumi pressed her head gently to Harry's abdomen. "I am yours. Always. You are my father, as Ahri and Mizukume are my mothers."
Ahri's hands flew to her mouth, emotion overtaking her features. Mizukume's golden eyes brimmed with tears. "You knew," she whispered to Ahri. "You always knew she wasn't just a fox." Ahri nodded slowly, voice shaking. "I felt her soul touch ours the night we arrived. She's ours, Mizukume. She's our daughter."
Elizabeth looked from Selene to Katsumi, her gaze shimmering with unspoken emotion. "This is beyond the crown, beyond the ministry. This is the magic of family. Not just by blood, but by bond. And it must be protected."
Elana stepped forward and gently touched the queen's hand. "Then it shall be. Within Hogwarts, within the Bound, this sacred family will grow. Loved. Defended. And honored."
The chamber pulsed with the breath of something eternal, and within its heart stood Harry—no longer just a boy with a scar, but a father of sacred creatures, a soulmate to goddesses, and the keeper of the light reborn.
Date: December 6th, 1991
Time: 7:15 PM
Location: The Great Hall, Hogwarts Castle
The enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall shimmered with the soft glow of a winter moon, casting silvery light across every polished surface and gilded banner. Snowflakes, conjured by ancient charms, fell slowly but melted before touching the heads of students and staff. Tables were decorated with garlands of pine and holly woven with star-shaped charms, glowing faintly with runes of protection and joy. A solemn hush clung to the air—this was no ordinary celebration. This was Yule as it had not been seen at Hogwarts for centuries.
I sat between Lavender and Dora, my hands resting on the heavy wooden table carved with ancient runes. The warmth of my Bound pressed softly at my sides, their magic a comforting hum beneath my skin. My eyes drifted across the Hall, catching smiles, curious gazes, and respectful nods. But what held everyone's gaze tonight… wasn't me.
Selene stepped proudly between the House tables, her silver mane gleaming under the starlight ceiling. On her brow rested a newly forged crown of moonstone leaves, shaped and enchanted by Elana herself. The coronet shimmered with ancestral magic, a symbol of not just her bond to me but to all of us.
"She's never looked more radiant," whispered Susan from the Hufflepuff table, where she stood beside Dora, eyes wide with wonder. "I can feel her magic. It's like… breathing moonlight." Lavender grinned, her voice soft with reverence. "She knows. Every heartbeat in this room, she knows them. But she chose us." And just behind Selene, walking with the pride of ancient nobility and the innocence of a child reborn, came Katsumi.
Her eight tails moved like wind-blown silk, the blue-white flames at their tips crackling in quiet reverence. Her fur was pure starlight, and the crown upon her brow woven of fire opal and enchanted silver reflected the flickering torches with divine shimmer. At her full height, she strode with the grace of her mothers, but when her eyes found me, they softened with childlike affection.
"Father," she said aloud, her voice carrying through the Hall like bells over water. I rose slowly, every gaze turning to me, but I only smiled and met her halfway. She pressed her nose into my chest, and I laid a hand gently along her furred cheek. "You honor us tonight, my daughter," I said, and kissed the crown that now marked her as beloved of this House of this family. Ahri and Mizukume stood beside Elana, emotion blooming in their eyes. "She's everything we hoped," Mizukume said gently, gripping Ahri's hand. "And more than we dreamed."
Professor McGonagall stepped forward from the high table, her usual sternness softened by a rare, warm pride. "Tonight, Hogwarts does not merely celebrate the season. Tonight, we bear witness to a bond that transcends time, blood, and house. The eternal night is not to be feared. It is to be embraced for it is in darkness that the stars shine brightest."
The hall erupted into quiet applause, no clapping of hands, but tapping of goblets against tables, soft and respectful, like wind through a sacred forest. Selene turned her head slowly, bowing to the four House tables, while Katsumi sat elegantly at my feet, tails curling around herself.
When I looked up, I found Elana watching me from the shadows between two glowing torches. Her lips parted in a soft smile, and her voice echoed in my mind as clearly as if she whispered at my side. "Husband… they see what I've always known. The world begins to turn on your light."
And so, beneath the stars and silver frost of a forgotten night, we feasted—not just on food, but on the warmth of a found family, on the light of bond and promise. And for the first time since Hogwarts was founded… The Great Hall truly felt like home.
Date: December 18th, 1991
Time: 9:22 PM
Location: Forbidden Forest, Just Beyond the Warding Stones
The night air crackled with primal energy, colder than usual, but it wasn't the chill of winter that whispered through the ancient trees. It was the approaching Wolf Moon, an echo of forgotten bloodlines and deep forest magic. Shadows stretched long beneath the towering boughs as the stars above shimmered in reverent silence. Beneath the canopy, the ritual clearing shimmered with a faint silver glow, moonlight cascading like liquid over the frozen earth. In the center stood Lavender Brown, wrapped in ceremonial robes of deep forest green and wolf-grey, trembling not in fear but in anticipation. "I can feel it," she whispered, voice barely audible over the rustling wind. "It is pulling at me. I can feel the forest watching."
"I know, sweetheart," Harry said gently, standing by her side. His voice was a steady warmth in the cold wild. "It's in your blood, your soul. You're not alone." Elana stood to Lavender's right, a quiet presence of ageless wisdom. Dressed in a sleeveless cloak of Hogwarts's own weave, runes glowing along her forearms, she reached out and gently brushed her fingers along Lavender's temple. "They are waiting," she said. "The ones before you. The spirits of the ancient lycans the Forestborn. If you falter, they will turn away. If you rise, they will crown you."
"And I will be here the moment you do," Dora added, her voice raw with emotion as she clutched her Auror trainee badge. "We believe in you, Lavender." Lavender took one final look at the three most important people present, Elana, Dora, and Harry before she stepped barefoot into the center of the glowing ritual circle. The moment she crossed into it, the wind stopped. The trees stilled. The stars pulsed once then all light was swallowed, replaced by a spectral silver glow that rose from the ground itself.
A low, resonating howl echoed from the trees, and then the change began. Lavender's body shuddered violently, her breath catching in her throat as heat surged through her limbs. Her eyes flared an iridescent silver as fur began to ripple across her skin thick, deep-violet tinted fur, like a shadow kissed by moonlight. Her arms thickened with raw, lean muscle as her bones elongated. Her feminine build surged in size, her height climbing until she stood ten feet tall, shoulders broad but graceful, frame defined by powerful curves and an unmistakably well-endowed chest that, while imposing, retained the elegance of a true queen. Her hands remained mostly human, though the fingers bore black claws tipped in runic markings. She stood bipedal towering, majestic, terrifying and at her brow shimmered a spectral crown of woven silver and ethereal fire, granted by the Forest Spirits themselves.
From the ring of trees, ghostly figures began to emerge massive wolves, translucent and glowing. Spirits of lycans past. They circled her in reverence, then turned their gaze beyond to Harry. The wind howled again, louder, ancient. Harry's head jerked back as golden fire shot through his veins. Pain did not register only the immense pressure of something old awakening. His body lifted slightly off the ground as fur of deepest midnight black exploded across his skin, and his form reshaped, reforming with frightening grace and primal force.
When his transformation settled, he stood at twelve feet, even broader than Lavender, a massive, muscular male lycan, still bearing his human face and eyes but with wild, leonine hair trailing down his spine. His chest, abs, and limbs rippled with barely restrained strength, and like Lavender, he remained bipedal, regal, and imposing. A king's crown of storm-forged silver and obsidian flame hovered over his head, accepted by the forest spirits.
The two lycans stood in the center of the moon-drenched glade, one queen and one king, two rulers chosen by the ancient spirits.
And then, with a hum of release, both bodies began to shift back to human form. Lavender's transformation flowed seamlessly into her new human body, her new permanent form. Gone was the petite girl of yesteryear. Now, Lavender stood at 5 feet 10 inches, her frame exuding strength and feminine beauty. Her chest had grown to match her new form, now a full, regal bust, balanced against a slender waist and wide, graceful hips. Her body held the same lean muscle and tight power from her lycan form, giving her a powerfully athletic yet distinctly hourglass shape.
She blinked as if awakening, gazing down at her new self. "I feel whole and I feel free." Harry, now clothed once more, stepped forward, brushing a hand along her cheek. "You were born for this, Lavender. You've always had a queen inside you. Now the world sees her too." Lavender smiled through the tears welling in her silver-hued eyes, pressing her forehead to his. "And you, my love… my king. You're not just mine. You're ours. But tonight, I want to stay in this moment. Just you and me." "Then stay," Elana said, her voice holding the thrum of the forest's own will. "For tonight, the Wild crowns its monarchs."
Date: December 21st, 1991
Time: 11:00 AM
Location: Private Royal Carriage of the Hogwarts Express, Hogsmeade Station, Scotland
The steam that curled into the cold morning air shimmered faintly with enchantment, wrapping the Hogwarts Express in a silver veil as it prepared for its long holiday run south. Nestled at the very front of the train, uncoupled from the bustle of the other student cars, stood the Royal Carriage, an elegant marvel of magical design. Emblazoned on both sides in shining silver was a crest of unity: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin, their arms linked in brotherhood around a softly glowing Soulstone rune. The carving pulsed gently, a heartbeat in silver and deep cobalt, as if the Founders themselves watched over the young ones who traveled within.
Inside, the carriage had been expanded with deep enchantments that have comfort, privacy, and sanctuary woven into every corner. Polished wood walls hummed with warmth. Four sets of doors lined the ends of the car, each charmed to open only for the Bound, their familiars, and Harry's celestial daughter, Katsumi, who now curled contently on a velvet platform, her massive lion-sized body basking in a shaft of morning light. Eight blue-white flaming tails swayed lazily, the glow casting soft halos on her father's boots.
"I still don't believe they gave us the whole front car, it is like we're royalty." Katie murmured with a laugh, resting her cheek against Harry's shoulder. "We are," Sue Li chimed in with a teasing grin, brushing her long black braid over her shoulder. "He's literally the Queen's grandson. That technically makes us royal consorts or something." Harry chuckled, resting his arm around Katie, his eyes lifting to the ceiling with faint amusement. "I don't know if the Queen would phrase it like that, Sue."
"She wouldn't say it out loud," Hermione added, nose buried in a book of Arithmantic prophecies before glancing up. "But she'd think so, and she definitely requested this carriage for you. You know she did."
"I like it," Lavender said softly, her voice now deeper and stronger. She stood barefoot on the heated floor, gazing out the window, her reflection a striking reminder of her transformation. At five feet ten inches, her frame now radiated power and grace, sculpted muscle wrapped in velvet skin. Her full, round bust rose and fell with steady breaths, a slender waist curving into wide, commanding hips, each movement silent and precise. Her new form had become her truth, locked in eternal strength by the will of the ancient lycan spirits. "I feel grounded here," she whispered. "Like I belong in every inch of my skin." Elana, seated near the soulstone hearth with a hand resting on Seraphina's silken thigh, nodded in serene approval. "You do belong. The forest crowned you. No one can take that from you."
The Ten-Hour Journey to Platform 9¾: Hour by Hour
-)Departure: 11:00 AM - The train whistles once, long and low, and the Hogwarts Express shudders forward. As the hills of Hogsmeade slip away, the Bound gather around the central table, sipping warm cider from crystal goblets. Pansy conjures a glamour-fire above them, a floating orb of sunlight that brightens their small world.
-)Hour One: 12:00 PM - As the Highlands roll past the windows, Dora quietly shifts forms for the first time in weeks, her hair morphing into Harry's untamable curls, eyes glowing with joy. "I missed this," she says, curling up beside Lavender. The girls begin exchanging small holiday gifts. Katarina, lounging beside Katsumi, purrs in approval as Ivy offers her a miniature forest charm.
-)Hour Two: 1:00 PM - The group breaks for lunch. A floating feast appears—roast beef sandwiches, pumpkin pastries, steaming potato soup. Padma leans into Harry's side, her hand on his chest. "You're really taking us home," she murmurs. "Not just to London. But to your world. Your real family."
-)Hour Three: 2:00 PM - A soft snowfall begins outside. Susan and Daphne quietly rearrange the seating with a wave of their wands. The girls lounge now in cozy armchairs and plush rugs. Katsumi playfully nudges Mizukume with her tail, and the nine-tailed fox responds by conjuring drifting lights that pulse in harmony with Katsumi's tails.
-)Hour Four: 3:00 PM - Cho and Penny begin reading aloud from a Veela epic poem that Fleur sent via enchanted parchment. Hermione rests her head on Harry's lap, his fingers gently brushing through her curls. "You're home now, love," she whispers when she thinks he isn't listening. "We all are."
-)Hour Five: 4:00 PM - Afternoon light grows dimmer. Ahri and Mizukume lie curled on opposite ends of the floor beside Ivy and Lavender, all of them in quiet conversation about bonding rituals and spiritual dreams. Elana teaches Alicia and Angelina an old Hogwarts hymn in Latin. Harry watches with his hand resting lightly over the Soulstone beneath his shirt.
-)Hour Six: 5:00 PM - Tea and cocoa arrive. Lavender stands once again by the window, lost in thought. "I feel like I'll never see Hogwarts the same," she says softly. "It'll always be a piece of me, but not my cage anymore." Dora, smiling gently, presses a kiss to her shoulder. "That's what happens when you become who you're meant to be."
-)Hour Seven: 6:00 PM - As twilight deepens, the Bound creates a starlit sky on the carriage ceiling. Ivy braids living leaves into Parvati's hair. Sue Li and Pansy practice synchronized wandwork across from the fireplace, the air shimmering with their duel's elegance and precision. "We could build a world like this," Penelope says dreamily.
-)Hour Eight: 7:00 PM - Dinner begins with stuffed Yorkshire puddings, roasted vegetables, buttered rolls, and glazed ham. The room glows with soft gold candlelight. Harry, tired but at peace, offers a quiet toast. "To the family we built...and to the life we are creating, together." The girls raise their goblets in unison.
-)Hour Nine: 8:00 PM - Soft music plays from a charmed violin. Seraphina hums an ancient siren lullaby as Katsumi falls asleep, her flames dimming into mist. The girls rest in pairs or small clusters, fingers interwoven, eyes half-closed. Even the air seems quieter and more reverent.
-)Hour Ten and Arrival at Platform 9¾: 9:00 PM - The train slows as the sound of London fills the air beyond the enchanted windows. The Soulstone pulses once as the train slips seamlessly through the magical barrier into King's Cross Station. In the quiet carriage, everyone rises, but no one speaks yet. Not until the doors open.
Date: December 21st, 1991
Time: 9:00 PM
Location: Platform 9¾, King's Cross Station, London, England
A quiet hush swept across Platform 9¾ as the steam from the Hogwarts Express curled around the iron arches and lamplight columns like ghostly rivers. Only one door opened from the front of the train, the Royal Carriage its sides adorned with the crest of the Founders and the glowing Soulstone. As the Bound stepped down onto the platform in pairs and trios, it was not the usual scatter of students and parents. The station had been cleared. Secrecy blanketed the night like snowfall. "I expected flashbulbs or a stampede," Daphne murmured, her hand brushing Harry's as they walked in step.
"That was the point," Penelope replied in a whisper. "The Queen planned this whole arrival under silence and cloak. You don't risk public attention with a grandson who's bonded to nearly two dozen magical girls."
The moment they crossed into the open, a dark line of vehicles shimmered into view. Matte-black Range Rovers flanked by two Rolls-Royce Phantom VI limousines sat at attention beneath glowing Ministry enchantments. At the front of the line stood the Royal Carriage, its exterior as regal as its magical counterpart, drawn not by horses, but by four Thestrals visible only to those who had seen death and sworn to protect life. Alongside them, in full regalia, stood two detachments: one Royal Guard, polished to gleaming scarlet and gold, and one MI5 tactical team, discreet in appearance but unmistakably watchful, their enchanted earpieces glowing faintly.
A middle-aged woman in a finely tailored black overcoat stepped forward Director Fawley of the Ministry's Department of Magical-Royal Coordination. "My Lord, ladies," she greeted with a graceful nod. "The Queen awaits at the Palace. Your escort is prepared." Harry replied, voice calm but warm. "Thank you, as we are ready." Katsumi padded beside her father, drawing curious glances. Though no one dared ask, the sight of a celestial white fox the size of a lion tail-tips flickering with blue-white flame left an impression far beyond mere words.
They entered the Royal Carriage in silence, comfort settling in like the softness of velvet. The ride itself was nearly soundless, charmed from the inside to block all noise and muffle even the shifting of magic. It was a thirty-minute drive across the heart of London, but time bent strangely with enchantments. The roads parted before them. Even the Muggle traffic had been redirected without notice.
"I still can't believe how empty the streets are," Sue Li murmured, peering through the lightly warded glass. "It's like the city's holding its breath." "It is," Dora said from her place beside Harry. "The Queen is not just greeting us. She's welcoming something new." "Someone new," Lavender corrected softly, her fingers curling into the wool of her coat. "I'm still adjusting. I feel every step like my skin is new." "You wear it beautifully," Ivy said with a warm smile, her hand brushing Lavender's forearm. "You walk like the queen the forest crowned." Lavender with a smile "I don't feel like one…not until she sees me."
Location: Buckingham Palace
Time: 9:45 PM
The gates to the palace opened without hesitation as the motorcade rolled through. At the palace's private entrance, the Queen's personal aide, Sir Michael, stood with two House Guards who saluted crisply. The inner atrium gleamed with enchantments, the white marble floors etched with silver runes activated for magical clearance. As the doors opened into the Grand Drawing Room, a warm fire greeted them along with the Queen herself.
Elizabeth II stood in a tailored gown of midnight velvet, her silver hair pinned with jeweled combs. Her expression, however, faltered for a moment not at the number of girls, nor even at Katsumi's quiet approach. Her sharp royal gaze fell upon Lavender. "…Lavender, have you changed since the last time we saw each other?" she asked slowly, brows raising in gentle surprise. "Yes, Your Majesty," Lavender said, stepping forward with dignity but a tremor in her voice. "I underwent a sacred trial under the Wolf Moon on the 18th."
Elizabeth's eyes narrowed slightly with the memory of that date. "And what was the outcome of this trial?" Lavender held her breath, but Elana stepped forward with grace. "She was crowned by the spirits of the ancient Lycan bloodlines, Your Majesty," Elana said, her voice layered with age and magic. "And Harry, your grandson was chosen beside her. They are king and queen in form and essence… though his transformation awaits your eyes for another night."
"I see," the Queen murmured, gaze sweeping over Lavender's tall form, her posture radiating strength, her chest lifted with a regal, full bust, her waist tucked narrow beneath strong shoulders, hips wide and feminine, an hourglass draped in midnight. "You are…striking. The forest has been chosen wisely." Lavender's lips quivered, and she looked to Harry, who stepped forward. "She is still Lavender," Harry said softly. "But now, she's more herself than ever. She became this. And I was changed beside her. I'll show you tomorrow. I promise."
The Queen's smile was slow but proud. "I look forward to it, my dear. But tonight, you all rest. We will speak more in the morning. The world outside may still sleep, but we prepare for its awakening."