Harry Potter AU:
. Sometimes, all it takes is one variable to change history.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone™ ongoing
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets™ ❌
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban™❌
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...
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The students in the Auror Program gathered near the edge of the lake, the still waters reflecting the evening sky. Dressed uniformly in their physical training (PT) gear, they stood in neat rows, their postures stiff with anticipation. Among them were first-year students, their wide-eyed expressions betraying a mix of nervousness and curiosity.
At the forefront stood Cedric Diggory, a third-year student who had quickly earned the respect of his peers. Clipboard in hand, he scanned the rows with a practiced eye, a reassuring smile softening his otherwise serious demeanor.
"All right, everyone is here," he began, his voice carrying confidently over the group. He turned his attention to the first-years, his tone gentler. "Today, we'll be assessing what you're capable of. Remember, every single one of us here was once in your shoes. There's no need to feel embarrassed or out of place."
A few of the younger students visibly relaxed, though others still shifted nervously on their feet. Cedric's smile widened. "Ms. Blackwell will take it from here."
"Thank you, Cedric," came a voice from behind him. A figure stepped forward, her presence commanding yet warm. The students straightened instinctively, their eyes fixed on her.
"And please, just call me Lucia," she added with a wink. "Good evening, everyone. Before we begin, I need to address something, especially for the new faces here. I'm not the original Lucia." She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. "Most of you know what that means, but for those who don't, here's a little secret: Lucia has the ability to create clone-like versions of herself."
The first-years exchanged incredulous looks, murmuring quietly among themselves.
"You can usually tell us apart by the colored ascots we wear," the clone continued, gesturing to the vibrant scarf around her neck. "The real Lucia is... let's say, otherwise occupied at the moment." Her voice dropped conspiratorially. "You didn't hear this from me, but she's currently chewing out the Minister for Magic."
Laughter rippled through the older students, while the first-years remained awestruck by the casual revelation of such advanced magic.
"Now, let's get back to business," the clone said, clapping her hands together. "Welcome, officially, young ones. For the next seven years of your lives, we'll be your second family, and this program will be your third home. You're not just here to learn—you're here to grow, to challenge yourselves, and to discover what you're truly capable of."
She stepped forward, holding up a small metallic cube no bigger than her palm. The object shimmered faintly in the fading light as she tossed it into the air. It hovered effortlessly, spinning slowly above the ground.
"For your first assignment—don't worry, this isn't graded—all you have to do is hit this little thingamajig with magic." She pointed at the floating cube. "Use any spell you know, at any level. This device will gauge your magical aptitude, measure your strengths, and help us identify areas for improvement. Most importantly, it'll help determine which group you'll fit into best. No pressure," she added with a grin.
The students stared at the cube in fascination, their nerves momentarily forgotten.
"It's a brilliant tool," muttered Alastor Moody from a distance, observing the session from a projection in the staff room.
"Indeed," Dumbledore replied, his tone thoughtful. "I wouldn't be surprised if she invented it herself."
Meanwhile, across the Hogwarts grounds, near the Forbidden Forest and the greenhouse gardens, similar scenes were unfolding. The Mazoologist and Healer programs had gathered their students under the guidance of their respective leaders, Orion and Yuki. Standing alongside them was another Lucia clone, delivering the same speech with the same practiced ease.
"Now, let's see who's first," each clone said in unison, their voices carrying across their respective groups.
The question hung in the air like a challenge. One by one, hands began to rise.
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