Hogwarts Legacy: Closure

Prologue

Arlo, Willo, and Professor Fig walked through the gates together, the final repository at the end of the path. Everything they've gone through since the beginning of their journey to Hogwarts, has led them to this very moment.

"We made it." Willo gasped, as she saw the goblin silver ball filled with unparalleled, ancient magic.

"I'm relieved we got here before Ranrok." Fig smiled at the twins, looking back at them.

"I can't believe this is it." Arlo couldn't help but look around in awe, his eyes almost sparkling at the cavern. "The repository has been under the castle for hundreds of years!"

"Think of all the pain that created it..." Fig's demeanor turned solemn as he recalled the events, "This is what Miriam, George, your friend, Lodgok, and countless others died for."

Arlo and Willo shared a brief look. The two of them wordlessly remembered and grieved everything that had happened, that had to happen so that they could find the final repository. Fig lost his wife and a friend and the twins lost a goblin friend too.

"Miriam believed this forgotten magic could be used for such good... but she did not know the risks." Fig continued, his hands clasped together as he reminded the twins of what they saw through the pensieves, "She did not see what the keepers have shown you, what Isidora showed you."

Arlo felt a chill swim up his spine when he remembered how terrifyingly empty Isidora's father looked, stripped of all pain but also all emotion. He gulped as Fig made eye-contact between him and his sister.

"You two are now the Keepers of whatever power it holds. What do you intend to do with it?" Fig asked, though they could tell it wasn't rhetorical. Even though he may have had a preference, he genuinely trusted these two children, wielders of ancient magic, to decide on the fate of this repository.

The twins faced each other, both with hundreds of thoughts running through their mind yet unsure if the other was on the same page as them. They spent so long searching for the repositories, completing the trials together, and helping their friends that they never really sat down to have a conversation to decide what they both wanted to do when they found the repository. Of course, the utmost priority was to keep it off of Ranrok's hands, but now it's on their hands.

"What are you thinking?" Arlo finally asked, after a deafening moment of silence.

Willo's eyes widened and her shoulders jolted for a moment, as if it was entirely unexpected for Arlo to speak, "Well, obviously we can't blow it up. I'm no genius but if this is uncharted territory and not even the Keepers know what to do with it, we can't just dump it out and expect no consequences."

"Right." Arlo nodded, his arms crossed as he stared at the repository. "So you agree that we should let it be and protect it?"

"Well, I thought we would..." Willo's voice faded, her eyes no longer looking at anyone but the floor.

"Do you..." Arlo's jaw dropped as he nearly slipped taking a step back, "Do you plan to use that thing?" His finger pointed at it alarmingly.

"Think about it, Arlo! Isn't it just as dangerous to just leave it alone?" Willo raised her voice as she pleaded her case, "Even if we defeat Ranrok, there will be more people like him and we don't know when there's going to be another wizard or witch like us again!"

"Willo, no one knows how powerful this magic is and what are its limits!" Arlo gestured madly at the repository, his eyes crazed with desperation against his sister's plan, "In the wrong hands, it might hurt us or hurt others!"

"Arlo, look at us!" Willo gestured at herself and her brother, then pointed her wand outside the gate. "Don't you see what we've accomplished? Our strength, our minds, our stamina! We are powerful. We only just got here and we're better than other peers. Imagine what we could do with this power and use it for good. Arguably, we could even be more powerful than Merlin—"