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 first light of dawn slowly painted the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the bustling port of Kattegat. The salty sea air mingled with the fresh scent of pine from the nearby forests, creating a serene yet invigorating atmosphere. Fishermen were already busy, their calls echoing through the crisp morning air as they prepared their boats for the day's catch.
Aster stood at the edge of the village, her dark hair falling over her shoulders and glinting like raven feathers in the early light. She took a deep breath, savouring the tranquillity of the moment, knowing it might be the last bit of peace she would feel for some time. Beside her, Enzo, Blaise, and Draco stood close together, their faces showing a mix of anticipation and resolve.
"Are you ready?" Draco asked, his voice barely above a whisper, breaking the silence.
Aster nodded, her emerald eyes reflecting the dawn's light with fierce determination. "Yes. We need to do this now."
They turned toward the great hall, where Ragnar Lothbrok was already up, discussing plans with Floki. His piercing blue eyes met Aster's, and he gave her a small nod, as if to say he understood.
"I'll be back soon," she assured him, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions within her. "With Pettigrew."
Ragnar approached her, his imposing presence softened by the warmth in his gaze. "Be careful, Aster. The path you tread is dangerous, but I know you are strong. Odin himself would envy your courage."
Aster smiled, a small, grateful smile that quickly vanished as she turned back to her friends. "Let's begin."
They moved to a secluded spot near the forest's edge, away from prying eyes. Aster had spent countless hours researching the spell, merging ancient Viking runes with modern wizarding magic. She drew a circle on the ground with her wand, the runes glowing faintly as she traced them in the earth.
"Draco, place the candles at each point," she instructed. "Enzo, you hold the map. Blaise, you'll need to channel your energy into the centre with me."
As they took their positions, Aster closed her eyes, focusing her magic. She could feel the power of the runes beneath her feet, ancient and potent, blending seamlessly with the modern spells she had woven. The air around them shimmered with raw magic, crackling with anticipation.
"Ready?" Aster asked, opening her eyes to see her friends nodding in unison.
"On three. One... two... three!"
They began chanting, their voices rising in harmony, invoking the ancient magic of the runes and the precision of wizarding spells. The runes glowed brighter, the ground beneath them vibrating with energy. Aster felt a surge of power flow through her, linking her mind to the spell's purpose.
"Show us the rat who hides in the shadows," she intoned, her voice strong and unwavering. "Reveal Peter Pettigrew."
The map in Enzo's hands began to glow, the ink shifting and swirling until it formed a clear, distinct path. Aster's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of dread and determination flooding her senses. This was the first step towards avenging her parents and ending Voldemort's reign of terror.
