Hidden Wings - Part II

Healing

The Death Eaters had already begun to retreat after the Titans' appearance. The ones that hadn't gotten captured, petrified, tied up or otherwise immobilized, fled into the mountains.
But with the Titans' help, all were brought back and imprisoned temporarily in pipes. Once the ministry was build up again, the Death Eaters would face their rightful fate.

Mioha met up with the other Titans at the black lake, the dead willows concealing them from view.

"I am deeply sorry", she neighed quietly, "for everything."
She lowered her horned head and closed her eyes with regret.

"It is not your fault", said Nanrek, still in his Titan form, and looked down at her out of his glowing yellow eyes. "What matters most is that the balance has been restored."

"It will take time", continued Fawkes, ruffling his beautiful red feathers, "and it will take patience. But soon, all of this-"
He stretched out his wing and motioned to the dead trees around them, "will be regrown as it should be."

Octo extended a long tentacle and held it above the surface to touch Mioha by her back with its tip.
"You have done well, sister", grumbled the Water Titan, his large eye fixing her. "But your job is not finished yet."

Mioha lifted her head and looked at him.
"I know."

Big Blue fluttered through the air and delicately landed on Nanrek's shoulder, being once more the size of a human's hand.
"We have much to do", said the Air Titan and restlessly moved his wings. "I suggest we get started."

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All was silent.
The golden sun slowly crept over the mountains, shining through the grey clouds.

The air was filled with anticipation and relief. After everything they had gone through, an entire ear of anxiety and hard work, it was finally over.
They were finally done. Now, the silence felt soothing after...everything.

Students and adults limped to the castle, supporting the injured ones even though their were all exhausted.
Gandalf helped Professor McGonagall while he leaned on his staff. His own magic had been greatly depleted and his robes were torn and muddy at the bottom.

Strong wingbeats made them all look up. Mioha was flying over the meadow and headed towards the castle. A few meters away from the double doors, she landed. Her hooves made echoing sounds on the cobble stones and she slowly folded her long wings. She was now again the size of a normal Silverwing. Her fur color was silver as well as her horn, yet her mane and tail remained white as they always had been.

Wide eyes stared at the Silverwing as she trotted forward, her worried eyes sweeping over the injured.

Gandalf's eyes met hers and Mioha neighed softly.