Piggy Potter and the Scarlet Witch's Photoshoot
In an elegant mansion, Wanda walked behind Fleur, who nervously opened the front door. The young girl didn't really know what her professor could do to help her mother, and yet the aura of confidence Wanda radiated was so firm that it didn't even allow her to consider stopping her.
As soon as the door creaked open, there stood Madame Delacour, her eyes slightly surprised and a loving smile on her lips.
"Fleur, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?" she asked cheerfully, though with a hint of reproach, as if fearing her daughter might be starting to turn into a little troublemaker.
"Hi, Mom," Fleur replied with a nervous smile, reading every thought in her mother's face. "I'm with my Special Magic professor," she explained, pointing at Wanda.
"Oh… forgive me, my manners," said Madame Delacour with courtesy and elegance. "I'm Apolline Delacour, Fleur's mother. A pleasure."
She was a beautiful woman, with soft features and sharp traits that made it clear where Fleur had inherited her own beauty. Her hair was platinum blonde, her eyes clear and fresh, and she wore a long skirt and a comfortable blouse in soft pastel tones. She didn't need jewelry or makeup to shine: her natural beauty was already exceptional.
"The pleasure is mine. Wanda Maximoff," Wanda replied with a simple smile. As she looked at her closely, she noticed a reddish mark starting at the base of Apolline's neck, stretching over the shoulder and disappearing beneath the fabric. It was clear the scars still remained hidden on her arm.
"May I take your hand?" Wanda asked, raising her own as though for a cordial handshake.
Apolline froze for an instant, puzzled, but quickly complied, thinking it might be a foreign custom. After all, Wanda didn't look French.
The moment their palms touched, Apolline felt an uncomfortable tingling in her neck. Instinctively, she brought her other hand to the spot, scratching lightly. And then… her eyes opened wide in shock. Where there should have been scars, there was now only healthy skin.
She looked at Wanda, trying to understand what had happened, but Wanda only smiled serenely and let go of her hand.
"Well, with everything done, I'll wait outside," Wanda announced calmly before stepping out, not without giving Fleur a knowing smile.
The young girl turned toward her mother just in time to see her pull up her sleeve. There, where once the scars burned like fiery worms crawling up her arm, shoulder, and part of her back, there was nothing now. Gone. Erased as if they had never existed.
Wanda closed the door behind her, leaving mother and daughter to their intimate moment. Outside, she leaned against the wall by the entrance, waiting patiently, a faint smile lingering on her lips.
…
"Snif…" Fleur walked behind Wanda, her eyes swollen and still damp after crying with her mother upon seeing her completely healed. From afar, she could hear Apolline endlessly offering her thanks.
Fleur only hoped no one else would see her like this. She was happy, yes, but felt like a mess. Still, she crossed Wanda's portal behind her.
A voice, however, shattered that fragile illusion.
"Well, well… looks like the villain is trying to attack my mother. Or maybe my loved ones. A villain after all."
The mocking tone was unmistakable. Fleur spun around quickly and saw him: Harry, younger now, about sixteen years old, arms crossed and wearing a cocky smile. Beside him, Luciel scratched his head awkwardly, not knowing what to say.
Annoyance flared in Fleur at once, though she chose to stay silent. Despite everything, it was still a happy day: she had seen her mother healed.
Harry, noticing her swollen eyes, hesitated. His mocking grin slowly faded, replaced by a more serious look.
"You okay, cousin?" Luciel asked with concern.
"I'm fine. I just… sorted some things out with Mom," Fleur replied, turning her face away to hide her reddened features.
"I see," Luciel murmured softly.
Harry watched her in silence for a moment longer, withholding the sarcastic comment that usually would have followed. Instead, he turned to his mother.
"It's good you're here, Mom. Can you give me a hand?" he asked with what looked like a forced smile.
"Mmm?" Wanda glanced at him sideways. She too had noticed something unusual in him, but her expression softened into a faintly amused smile. "Didn't they say I couldn't interfere in your competition?"
Harry's eyes widened, as if he had just remembered that rule.
"Ah… well, but I think this is important," Harry said nervously. Then he froze, frowning. "No, wait. I'm sure they'll take advantage of this to push me out." He sighed quickly, noticing the looks from his friends. "But if I don't break the effect…"
"Potter, only one minute left," Luciel warned urgently.
"I know, wait, I'm thinking!" Harry snapped, rubbing his head in frustration.
Fleur watched with interest, a small smile on her lips at the sight of him in trouble.
"I should ask for help, but…" Harry muttered, still hesitating.
"Potter," Luciel pressed, staring impatiently at the watch Harry had given him, counting the seconds.
"Damn it!" Harry exclaimed just before a light explosion of reddish smoke burst from his body, enveloping him in a soft "puff."
Wanda, however, observed the scene with great interest, her eyes betraying that she already knew what was happening. With an almost automatic gesture, a camera appeared in her hand.
"I'll have to make those idiots pay," a tiny little voice grumbled.
When the smoke cleared, the surprise was overwhelming.
On the floor, sitting, was a two-year-old Harry, dressed in his little sheriff's outfit. The clothes had adjusted perfectly to his small body, except for the oversized hat that slipped over his face. With both tiny hands, he tried to lift it.
The room fell utterly silent… until the click of the camera was heard.
"Mooom!" Harry complained in his squeaky little voice.
"Oh, my baby is so beautiful!" Wanda exclaimed, unable to hold back. She lifted Harry into her arms and hugged him tightly, as if nothing else in the world existed.
"Stop it, Mom!" little Harry protested, trying to push her away with his tiny arms, but his face was already red with embarrassment.
Fleur brought a hand to her mouth to hide her smile, while Luciel had to turn around to keep from bursting into laughter. At last, he felt he had gotten his revenge.
"Let's try another outfit," Wanda said suddenly. A red aura wrapped around Harry, and in an instant he appeared in a cute baby outfit with two enormous bunny ears.
Harry looked at her with utter lack of emotion, resigned, while his mother kept taking pictures with delight. A carrot-shaped pillow even appeared at his side. Wanda had turned the moment into a full-blown improvised photo session.
"Now, a little piglet," she announced with enthusiasm.
Harry opened his mouth to complain, but when he saw his mother's face overflowing with pure happiness—something she so rarely showed so openly—he simply went quiet. He couldn't ruin that moment for her. The aura glowed again, and his clothes shifted into those of a tiny "Piggy Potter."
With a weary look, Harry turned his little eyes toward Fleur and Luciel, who were still holding back their laughter as best they could. The boy narrowed his eyes with mischief.
"Mom… since they're here, maybe they'd like to take a matching picture," he said with a sweet and innocent voice.
Fleur and Luciel froze, their laughter dying on their lips. Just as they were about to refuse, Wanda's office door burst open.
"Aunt Wanda, if you help Harry, that's cheating!" Daphne exclaimed as she stormed in. Behind her appeared Astoria and Hermione, the latter with her hair tangled with leaves, still holding Luna firmly by the arm with a clearly annoyed expression. Luna, in contrast, looked perfectly calm, gently stroking a small bowtruckle in her hand.
Moments later, Draco and Neville also entered, both covered in cat scratches.
"And them too," Harry added with an angelic smile, blinking at his mother with those charming eyes.
The newcomers didn't even have time to mock Harry. They all felt Wanda's amused—and slightly dangerous—gaze falling on them.
"Uh-oh…" Hermione muttered, overcome by the sudden urge to run. But it was already too late.
In the end, the "war" that had threatened to unleash disaster on the school came to a halt. Everyone surrendered and, for once, made peace, leaving the investigation in the hands of the institution itself. Still, they made a solemn pact: never to let those photos reach the outside world.
Of course, to achieve that, they'd need to be strong enough to defeat the Scarlet Witch herself.
And that was… impossible.
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N/A:
I was going to make the battle a bit longer, but I thought it was better to start the classes and the Beauxbatons arc right away. Besides, I'm down with the flu and feeling pretty bad… And to top it all off, my brother's dog killed my bunny, Fatty.
I had rescued her since birth, when her own mother tried to eat her. I fed her with my hands, she slept in my room in a little corner where I built her a space of her own, and as she grew, I moved her to the backyard, where I built a large burrow for her. She always followed me whenever I went outside, and in time, she became the leader of my rabbits (I had four).
I'm really discouraged. Fatty was special to me, and I wanted to share this with you.