After many heartbreaks and many losses, Aster Potter now has to go on a journey to the past to save her ancestors from the very man who is out to kill her. What better way to do it than to go back to the beginning, where their magic hadn't yet evolv...
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The legendary Viking chieftain Ragnar Lothbrok was sprawled on the bed of furs, his chest heaving up and down; he was breathing steadily and deeply. His eyelids fluttered, showing the images and emotions inside his mind. He stood in a dark graveyard, shrouded in mist.
The moonlight pierced through the thick fog, shining with an ethereal, ghostly whiteness over ancient tombstones. Ragnar's eyes swept the scene; then he saw her: the same girl who had been haunting his dreams, Aster Potter. This time, however, she was not alone. By her side stood a tall boy, about three years older than her.
Cedric Diggory, as Ragnar knew him from flashes of visions across past dreams, looked around with a concerned expression. "You okay?" he asked Aster, his voice even despite the fear Ragnar could feel in the air.
Aster nodded, her face pale and her breath ragged. "Yeah, you?"
Cedric's gaze swept over the ominous landscape. "Where are we?"
Aster's eyes widened in recognition. "I've been here before."
Ragnar felt a shiver of unease. He could not quite explain it, but the fear and urgency which emanated from Aster were his. He felt strongly connected to her.
Cedric's realization struck a chord. "It's a portkey. Aster, the cup is a portkey."
Aster's voice trembled with urgency. "I've seen this place in a dream. Cedric, we need to get back to the cup. Now!"
Cedric looked at her, bewildered. "What are you talking about?"
Aster cried out, clutching at her head as if struck by an invisible force. Sympathy made Ragnar's heart pound in his chest, his own instincts screaming warnings of impending danger as he instinctively reached for his axe. "What is it?" Cedric pleaded.
Through gritted teeth, she insisted, "Get back to the cup!"
Ragnar's senses were on high alert. He could feel the creeping dread clinging to the air. A dark energy pulsed through the graveyard and he felt it. His instincts screamed at him that Aster was in danger and every part of him screamed to protect her.
Their wild movements were broken by the sinister presence of Wormtail and Voldemort in the shadows. Cedric stepped forward, with a mix of bravery and fear staring into them. "Who are you? What do you want?"
Voldemort's was the chilling command, slicing into the night air, "Kill the spare."
Ragnar felt the fury surge through him as Wormtail cast a spell and Cedric collapsed onto the cold ground, lifeless. Cedric's body falling sent a guttural growl to Ragnar's throat. "Cedric!" Aster's anguished cry pierced the stillness as she stared in horror at her fallen friend. His instincts screamed at him to protect her as Ragnar's hands clenched into fists.
Ragnar's eyes narrowed as he recognized the man, the familiar face stirring a mix of anger and contempt within him. Wormtail, known as Peter Pettigrew, had once been considered family by Aster's father, James Potter. It was Peter who had revealed their whereabouts to the Dark Lord, Voldemort, leading to the horrifying night when James and Lily were murdered, and their daughter was left orphaned. James had trusted him deeply, thinking of him as another brother.
