𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘹 𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘵

00 | 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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Roseanne Potter, once hailed as the Chosen One had long since left behind the wizarding world and its haunting shadows. The wars, the prophecies, and the sacrifices had become distant memories, the echoes of another life. 

Here, far from the tangled webs of magic and destiny, she found something close to peace. In the quiet corners of the English countryside, she raised her son, Teddy Lupin, with the hope that he could grow up far removed from the burdens that once suffocated her.

Yet, peace was always fleeting.

That night, as the winds whispered through the trees surrounding her cottage, Roseanne felt a shift—a deep, unsettling ripple in the magic around her. 

The sky, once tranquil and dark, suddenly tore open, revealing a jagged wound of blinding light and swirling shadows. Her breath caught in her throat. She had encountered countless forms of magic in her life, but this—this was not of her world.

She rushed to Teddy, who sat quietly by the hearth, playing with a set of enchanted toy dragons that zipped around the room, blissfully unaware of the danger brewing outside. His small face lit up when he saw her, innocent and full of trust. "Mama, look! They're flying!"

But Roseanne's heart beat too fast, her instincts sharper than ever. "Teddy, come here," she said softly, pulling him into her arms. He immediately nestled into her embrace, sensing the change in her tone.

Outside, the air buzzed with an ancient magic, wild and untempered. Her grip on Teddy tightened as a sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, shaking the very foundation of their cottage. She watched with wide, determined eyes as the tear in the sky grew wider, casting an eerie glow over the landscape.

And then, without warning, the tear consumed them.

A blinding flash of light enveloped Roseanne and Teddy, wrenching them from their world. It wasn't like any form of transportation she had ever known—not Apparition, not Portkeys, not even the violent pull of the Time-Turner. 

This was something far more powerful, far more dangerous. The sensation of being torn from the very fabric of reality hit her hard, leaving her breathless as they were hurled through the void between worlds.

When the light finally dimmed, Roseanne found herself on unfamiliar ground. Her head spun as she staggered, struggling to keep Teddy steady in her arms. They were in a forest, the towering trees around them ancient and foreboding, their branches clawing at the darkened sky. The air was cold, crisp with the scent of damp earth and something more primal—wild.

"Mama, where are we?" Teddy's small voice trembled as he clung to her, his eyes wide with confusion.

"I don't know," Roseanne whispered, scanning the strange forest. Her wand was already in her hand, a silent comfort in this unknown place. 

She could feel the magic in the air, raw and untamed, unlike anything she had ever encountered. It sent a shiver down her spine. This was not the world they had left behind.

As her senses sharpened, she became aware of movement in the shadows. Her body tensed. They were not alone. 

Out of the darkness, a tall, imposing figure emerged—a man with white hair and piercing, golden eyes that glowed faintly in the dim light. His face was scarred, hardened by battle and time, yet his movements were precise and calculated. 

He watched her with the cold wariness of a predator, his hand resting on the hilt of a silver sword strapped to his back.

Roseanne raised her wand, every muscle in her body ready for whatever came next. She had faced men more dangerous than this—Death Eaters, dark wizards, even Voldemort himself. But there was something different about this man. 

He wasn't just dangerous—he was something more. His gaze flicked to her wand, then to Teddy, and back to her, assessing, calculating.

"I don't want trouble," Roseanne said, her voice steady but edged with warning.

The man didn't move. He simply stared at her, the weight of his silence pressing down on the moment.

Then, from behind him, a small figure darted into view. A young girl, no more than twelve, with ashen hair and sharp, green eyes. She rushed to the white-haired man's side, her cloak billowing behind her like a shadow. "Geralt!" she called, her voice breathless as if she had been running.

The man—Geralt—glanced down at the girl, his expression softening for the briefest moment before his gaze snapped back to Roseanne. 

The girl's eyes, however, were locked on Teddy, her curiosity plain as she took in the sight of another child, so close to her age yet so different. In her world, children did not stumble out of glowing rips in the sky.

Roseanne felt the tension ease slightly, though her wand remained steady. The girl, Ciri, radiated a different kind of power, something wild and untamed, much like the magic Roseanne had felt when they were ripped from their world. She was no ordinary child.

"Who are you?" Geralt's voice was low, gravelly, and laced with suspicion.

Roseanne hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say. How could she explain who she was, where they had come from, when she didn't even understand it herself? "Roseanne. My name is Roseanne. And this is my son, Teddy." She glanced down at the boy in her arms, his wide eyes filled with the same unspoken questions.

Teddy, sensing the gravity of the moment, buried his face in her shoulder. "Mama... where are we?" he whispered again, his voice barely audible.

Roseanne swallowed, her heart aching as she looked around the foreign forest, the cold wind biting at her skin. "I don't know, love," she murmured. "But we'll figure it out."

Geralt's eyes lingered on them for a moment longer before he spoke again. "This isn't your world." It wasn't a question—it was a fact, one he had already deduced.

Roseanne met his gaze, her voice firm despite the uncertainty swirling in her mind. "No. It's not."

Ciri stepped forward then, her gaze softening as she looked between Roseanne and Teddy. "You're not alone here," she said quietly, her voice holding a strange kind of wisdom beyond her years. "We'll help you."

And so, with the invisible string of fate weaving tighter, Roseanne and Teddy stood at the threshold of a new world—one filled with danger, monsters, and an uncertain future. But at that moment, with Geralt and Ciri beside them, they realized they were not as lost as they had first believed.

Their paths had crossed for a reason, and together, they would unravel the mysteries that bound their fates.

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