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The little Thunderbird blinked slowly, its round eyes shimmering like storm-lit skies as it scanned the towering figures gathered around.
Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Flamel, and Minister Jenkins leaned in ever so slightly, curiosity plain in their gazes—
"____"
"____"
"____"
But the chick was not frightened.
Its eyes locked with Leo's.
For a heartbeat, the world seemed to still.
A faint hum resonated in the air, like distant thunder rumbling over a horizon.
Between man and creature,
An invisible thread tightened, a bond forming in that instant—
Pure, instinctive, undeniable.
Chirrup~
The chick let out a squeaky chirrup, eyes lighting up with a spark of recognition.
With cartoonish clumsiness,
It scrambled forward—
Slipping on broken bits of shell, flapping tiny wings as if trying to keep balance.
Determination pushed it onward until, with a final awkward hop, it reached Leo's boots.
Leo crouched down, his movements slow and deliberate, and extended his hands.
"____"
The moment his fingers brushed its soft azure feathers, tiny arcs of static flickered across his skin—
Not painful, but warm, like the first drizzle of rain in a summer storm.
"Easy now, little one,"
He murmured.
Carefully, he scooped the Thunderbird into his arms.
It gave a satisfied sound,
Chirp~
A baby-like chirp, and nestled against his chest.
Its downy feathers tickled his robes as it burrowed deeper, seeking the warmth of his embrace.
For the first time since its birth, it seemed utterly content.
A hush fell over the group.
Jenkins exhaled softly, her eyes glistening.
Dumbledore's lips curled into a knowing smile.
Above them, faint lightning flickered in the aurora-tinted clouds,
As though the heavens themselves acknowledged the bond that had just been forged.
Normally, Thunderbirds were creatures of burnished gold and earthen brown, their feathers reflecting sunlight like desert sands.
But this one—
This chick—
Was different.
Its feathers shimmered a pale, almost iridescent blue, like storm clouds laced with lightning.
Even damp and tousled from its hatching,
The glow in its plumage was unmistakable.
A soft ding from the system chimed in Leo's mind.
[DING...]
[System Notice: A rare subspecies of Thunderbird has been born. The Blue-Feathered Thunderbird is an anomaly among its kind. Having absorbed the first wave of awakened magic, this hatchling possesses limitless potential.]
[Projected growth: the strongest Thunderbird in existence.]
Leo's eyes widened, his grip instinctively tightening as the tiny creature cuddled closer against him.
The words echoed in his mind—
'the strongest Thunderbird ever existed.'
Dumbledore leaned in, peering at the unusual hue of its down.
"Remarkable… I have never seen one of its kind."
"Neither have I,"
Flamel whispered, his voice tinged with both awe and unease.
Coming form Flamel who lived for several hundred years.
"That shade… It is not of natural birth."
Grindelwald's sharp eyes flickered with something unreadable—
Curiosity, perhaps ambition,
As though he already imagined what such a beast could grow into.
Chirp~
But the chick only let out another tiny chirrup,
Its small beak nuzzling against Leo's robes.
Sparks of static danced harmlessly around his arms,
As though the storm within it recognized its master.
Jenkins, breaking the silence, said quietly,
"Then it seems, Leo… fate has placed yet another storm in your hands."
Above them, the aurora clouds crackled with distant lightning—
As if the world itself acknowledged the birth of this rare, blue-feathered herald of change.
Leo gazed down at the tiny bird snuggled against his chest,
Its soft blue feathers shimmering faintly like dawn sky after a storm.
The chick peeped again, tilting its head as if waiting for something.
A smile tugged at Leo's lips.
"You'll need a name, won't you?"
The system pulsed softly in his mind—
[Awaiting designation.]
He thought for a moment, brushing his thumb gently over the chick's fragile wings.
Names flashed through his head—
Fierce ones, regal ones, titles of storm and sky.
But when the bird chirped again, the sound was so innocent,
So bright, he knew this little one deserved a name that carried both power and warmth.
"…Aquila,"
Leo decided softly.
"After the eagle that carries thunder in ancient tales."
The bird chirped happily at the sound, tiny sparks dancing from its feathers as if in agreement.
"Then it's settled,"
Leo said with quiet finality, holding it close one last time before placing it safely in a protective satchel conjured by the system.
"Welcome to the world, Aquila."
Dumbledore and Flamel exchanged knowing looks,
"____"
"____"
Grindelwald's smirk lingered, and Jenkins simply nodded with approval.
Smirk~ Nod~
With the name sealed, Leo straightened, smoothing his robes.
"I'll leave you all to marvel at the storm. My girls are waiting."
He turned and walked back toward the stadium, his stride steady,
The soft chirps of Aquila fading behind him as he made his way to the VIP room—
Where his women were gathered, expecting him.
While Jenkins, Dumbledore, Grindlewald and Flamel too came back to the stadium to their VIP section.
VIP box...
The velvet curtain of the VIP box rustled as Leo stepped through.
The buzz of hushed conversations instantly quieted,
Then picked up again with relieved greetings.
His women were the first to notice him—
Mavis bounding forward, her eyes glowing with excitement, while the Black sisters, Setsura, Hagaromo Gitsune and the others rose gracefully, their expressions softening at his return.
"____"
Behind them,
The Evans family sat close together, still visibly shaken.
Mr. Evans clutched his wife's hand tightly, their faces pale as Lily tried to soothe them,
Her own nerves barely concealed.
Nearby, Smallvile family wore the same look of shock, caught between awe and disbelief.
The yokai and monsters—
Nurarihyon's world mingling with Dracula's friends—
Looked far more composed, their disguised human forms betraying only subtle grins.
They had felt the wave for what it truly was, recognizing it as a rewriting of the world's balance.
"Leo!"
Mavis called cheerfully, running up and throwing her arms around him before he could even take another step.
She pressed her cheek into his chest, as if making sure he was really there.
"Welcome back,"
Bellatrix added dryly from her seat, though the tightness in her voice betrayed her own relief.
Leo gave them a small smile, his eyes sweeping across the room—
His girls, the Evans, the muggle families,
And the disguised monsters all gathered in one space.
For a moment, he simply stood there, absorbing the sight of these different worlds colliding under his protection.
It was the Evans father who finally broke the silence directed at him.
His voice trembled, but carried sincerity.
"Professor Morningstar… if not for—whatever miracle that was just now—none of us would be sitting here. We… we don't know how to thank you."
Mrs. Evans nodded fervently, tears in her eyes.
Nod~
"Our world… it felt like it ended in an instant. If not for—"
She glanced at the monsters and yokai nervously, then back at Leo, lowering her voice,
"—you and your kind… you saved us. Form the same fate awaited the rest of the world."
Mavis grinned proudly, puffing her chest out like she was responsible.
Grin~
"Of course he did! He's Leo!"
A ripple of chuckles, smirks, and softened gazes spread among his women and the yokai.
Chuckle~
The humans, however, remained stunned, still trying to digest the truth they had been told after the wave—
The existence of entire societies hidden in shadow, and that tonight,
They had been spared annihilation only by being inside Leo's circle.
Leo exhaled slowly, raising a hand to calm them.
"Save your thanks. This is only the beginning. The wave has rewritten more than you realize… and luck had little to do with it. And still two more to come..."
The weight of his words settled heavily in the air.
The monsters and yokai exchanged knowing looks,
While the muggle families clutched one another more tightly, whispering silent prayers.
Outside, the world still trembled from what had just happened,
But inside the great stadium and its adjoining festival grounds,
The celebration pushed forward with renewed vigor.
The fireworks of magic still lit the skies, and laughter echoed as if to defy the unease.
The veela dancers swirled gracefully, their enchanted steps igniting trails of sparkling flame, while children—
Wizard and disguised yokai alike—
Chased after enchanted balloons that giggled when touched.
But behind the scenes,
The air was taut with vigilance.
Aurors moved quietly but swiftly across the perimeter of the stadium, their wands raised in unison as they layered defensive wards upon the existing enchantments.
The faint hum of protective magic vibrated through the ground,
A low pulse like the heartbeat of the festival site itself.
"Layer the dome again—triple strength!"
One barked, sweat beading at his temple as the runes beneath his feet flared to life.
Others reinforced the outer barriers of the wizarding settlement.
Blue arcs of spellfire laced through the air, weaving intricate shields that shimmered like glass domes.
Some aurors stood at watchtowers with magical telescopes, scanning for movement beyond the wards,
While others patrolled the streets with heightened suspicion.
Within the festival, families noticed these movements but tried to ignore them, clinging to the illusion of safety.
The muggle-born children laughed at broomstick games;
Nobles whispered about the grandeur of the occasion;
Disguised vampires sipped from enchanted goblets without drawing suspicion.
For Leo, watching from the VIP section, it was clear.
The festival might glitter with joy on the surface,
But beneath it, the wizarding world had shifted into a state of war-readiness.
As the last sparks of enchanted fireworks faded into the night sky and the crowd's cheers slowly quieted,
The grand Wizarding New Year Festival came to its close.
Families began to file out of the stadium—
Some still glowing with excitement, others subdued by the undercurrent of fear left by the strange aurora and the protective wards shimmering overhead.
For many, however, the celebration was only the beginning of a new chapter.
Muggles and wizarding families who had traveled to Britain after being refused sanctuary by their own ministries were guided away from the festival grounds under the watchful eyes of aurors.
Lanterns lit the path as officials directed them to newly established lodges and safehouses.
These lodges, hastily but efficiently prepared, stood at the edges of wizarding settlements.
The goblins of Gringotts, seizing the moment with both pragmatism and surprising cooperation, had struck an agreement with the Ministry of Magic:
They would open a series of stone-built inns and lodgings—
Secure, enchantment-heavy, and protected by goblin wards—
Where displaced families could stay.
Inside, the lodges were modest but warm.
Magical fireplaces flickered with emerald flames, and enchanted cots unfolded themselves at a wave.
Wizards and witches tried to reassure their muggle relatives,
Who still looked shaken by the sudden collapse of the world they once knew.
Children, too young to grasp the weight of what was happening, marveled at the moving portraits on the walls or tugged at the ears of friendly house-elves assigned to bring food and blankets.
Meanwhile, aurors patrolled even these lodges, their presence meant to offer comfort but also to reinforce a truth: Britain had become a refuge—
And a fortress.
Leo, watching all this from a distance, could see it clearly.
This was only the first wave of migration.
More would come.
And with every new arrival, the line between the wizarding and muggle worlds blurred further.
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