I See in Moonlight

Who said we can't Walk into Mordor?

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Harry sighs as he finishes his offering to the Valar, the New Moon offering its own special brand of magical benefits, though not as powerful as the Full Moon. It's been at least 4 days since the Denethor incident and Boromir, while saddened about his father, did everything he could to make sure that no one dared to spread any rumors about him supposedly hating Hadrian for killing his father. The Omega in turn spent as much time as was considered appropriate for a courting Omega to be with him, letting him cry on his shoulder when it finally hit that his father was dead. Though he could not grieve properly because they had more important things to do. Harry turns and walks out of the ritual circle he had etched around the White Tree.

It turns out that it was the heart of a very powerful Telluric knot and was connected with some of the oldest leylines in this half of Arda. Even the weakest ritual would give them a substantial boost due to the sheer power and that is drawn here and pushed out across all across these lands. Harry was quite pleased with the boost, his reserves were full again and he had some extra, and Harry was a very powerful young wizard, so he knows that the others will certainly feel the huge difference in their own magics. Around the outer edges of the circle stood all the other Magicals, who were willing to do the ritual with him. He can hear them gasping in shock and awe of the boost of the magic. It brought a smile to his lips.

Those who joined him had been his Uncle, his fathers and his closest friends, even Gandalf had joined in. All but Ron and Ginny, who thought it was stupid and that it was Dark Magic. They had been rather vocal and hostile about it because since it was a New Moon, Harry had to sacrifice a few living animals. He had killed a pair of doves and an old mare, who was close to her dying day to offer their life blood to Lady Magic and Death, asking for their aid in turn. He had preformed a song and dance, the circle bursting into brilliant icy blue flames that devoured the offerings and when Harry was finished the fire broke up into 10 smaller fires and then absorbed by the 10 Magicals standing in and around the Ritual circle. Harry smiles as Hermione and Luna give soft, almost drunken giggles as Fred and Neville support them. George was helping to support Gandalf, who has never preformed a ritual in his long life, and keeping him from almost falling over from the drunken feeling of having his considerable magic almost tripled in an instant.

Sirius and Remus were too busy making out, feeling a bit randy from the power boost to their own respective magic cores as well as their joint bond as mates. Severus was no better because he spun on heel and was aggressively kissing Theodred, whispering something filthy to him if the bright red blush was any indication. Harry felt light, floaty and admittedly a bit horny, but because he and his mates have not mated, their bonds not yet strong enough for the call to be unbearable so he didn't mind it too much. Though, he's not sure how his mates will handle things.

"Ugh, gross..." Ron groans and then growls, "Now that you are done preforming dark magic, can we go!?"

"This isn't dark magic, Mr. Weasley..." Severus snarls, after breaking off his kiss, eye twitching in annoyance. The boy yelps in shock when he realizes that his most hated professor was very much alive and walking up to him and sister.

"How the hell are you still alive!?" Ron yelps, paling and quickly slapping his hands over his mouth when the Potions Master narrows his eyes at him.

"I would deduct points, but I'm sure Stable Shucking duty will be more than enough punishment. No magic." Severus purrs and the boy looks like he wants to yell some more, but also close to fainting. "Good, keep your mouth closed, unless you are contributing something useful to the situation. If not, please kindly stop lowering the IQ of everyone in the city by talking."