Author's Note

Before you all get started on reading, the house and wand I chose for my wizard is based on my stats on the pottermore/wiozarding world site. Just letting you all know. Also, now that I have a proper imagine of my wizard oc created, I finally have the motivation to get started on this story. Hopefully it will motivate me as well to resume my Eater Of Sin ANd Magic story to.

Prologue: The Resurrection Of A Raven

The date was December twenty-fifth, Christmas day. In the house just outside the city of Berlin Germany there was a family sitting around the death bed of a husband, grandfather and great grandfather. Havran Mortanius, a very long lived businessman and auror now rested comfortably in his last dying moments. A man content with how his older years played out. He raised a family and got to watch his own children raise their own children as well and he passed on his knowledge to them, giving them the life that he never got to enjoy in his youth.

Havran smiled up at his younger wife who was at the rip ahe of sebventy with a loving smile, squeezing her hand firmly before he looked around at all his friends and other family who attended. “Alright everyone, it’s about that time for me. I can feel the reaper pulling at my arm telling me to get a move on. I love and will miss you all. Perhaps I will see you all on the other side..wherever it is we end up anyway.” He said as he turned his head to see a rather tall cloaked figure standing behind his wife. “Oh..look it's actually the reaper.” he said with a chuckle before closing his eyes and giving one final breath before he was gone for good.

As he was being taken by the cloaked figure, it wasn’t the icy grip that he ahd heard about from all those tales and stories of the grim reaper. But, a rather warm and gentle tug as he was suddenly being pulled into a rather bright and sunny meadow with beautiful flowers and a large lush oak tree in the middle of it with a small pond just a few feet away from its roots. One the that he also noticed is that he was walking without needing any support from his cane or the assistance of the figure. He chuckled lowly and stroked at his long snow white beard and even did a little jig for a moment. “Wow..I had forgotten how nice it was to stand on my own two feet again!” he said aloud.

As the figure released their grip from his arm, they let out a soft chuckle before lowering their hood to reveal a rather unique looking creature. She had the face of an equine but more…cutesy? Her fur was white and her hair was an ember red which she also shared the same color of her eyes. Hacran was a little confused at the situation before him. Was this a dying hallucination? Or is this truly what humans had to look forward to when they died? “So, I am dead right? This isn’t all in my head?” he questioned the creature.

The creature shook her head with a giggle at his question “Oh no, handsome. You are surely dead and have been pulled from your world. Don’t worry though. Your god and I have had a little talk about this. And we both decided that you deserve a new start in a new world. From what they have told me, you didn’t have much of a choice when you were growing up. Never getting to choose your own path. I can imagine you must resent your parents for that.” she said as she lead him through the meadows as they talked.

Havran would be lying if he said he didn’t resent them, even if only a little. He clasped his hands in front of them as they walked, the wind flowing through his long hair and beard along with his robes as the thought about it. “I did resent them in my younger years for it, even a little now. But..” he continued with a warm smile as he looked up at the blue sky “I atleast got to raise a family and watch my children raise their children. I hjad friends and colleagues who respected me and gave my children the life they wanted to live. And I did my best to live a prosperous and humbled life. I know I wasn’t the most kind child growing up, but I wasn’t ever cruel either. At least…not intentionally I think.”.

The creature continued to listen to him intently. She seemed to feel fore the old man as he spilled out his life before her without a hint of reservation. Not that it matters to him anymore. He was dead..for now. As they walked under the tree, the creature put a hand on the trunk of the strong oak and looked back at him “Well, what would you say to a chance to relive your childhood and start a fresh life? Of course this is just an offer. You are free to decline it and be sent to your realm’s paradise for your kind that passes on.”. Havran slowly brought his hand up to his beard and stroked it up and down in deep thought.

“Another chance to live my life in a new world, eh? That…does sound rather exciting. And a chance to live it how I want to..”. The creature nodded and responded “Within reason of course!”. Havran chuckled again with a thoughtful nod “Well of course, I can’t just go around doing ANYTHING I want. That would just cause chaos.” The creature smirked as she turned fully to Havran “Indeed, we already have someone in my world who place that role faithfully. He is currently trapped in a statue for now though.”.

Hacran continued to think it over for a little longer before speaking again “Vertainly this isn’t being done out of the generosity of your heart. I am sure you expect something of me in return.” The creature nodded with a smile that lasted a moment before her face became serious. “All I ask is that you help my kind when the time comes. I can’t tell you the future even though I am this realm’s creator. Also, I am going to have to wipe most of your memories of your past life clean. However, I will leave you your knowledge, skills and essential memories intact. And I will also be allowing you to take your wand.”.

Havran blinked a few times before reaching in the front of his robes, feeling around for his…wand?! It was there, right in his left breast pocket! He took it out and examined it fully. His snow white eyes tracing over every little detail of his wand he has had ever since he graduated from hogwarts. An elder wood wand with a raven’s head at the end of the grip and fourteen and three-quarters incher. A wand that has faithfully served him for most of his life. And here it was, coming with him to his next!

“I’d say that would be a fair trade for what I am asking of you, yes?” she asked him as he caressed his wand like it was a part of his soul. Havran gave a nod before putting his wand back into his inner robe’s pocket “Yeah, I’d say that’s a pretty fair deal to be made. And I am in agreement with it.” he said as she reached out his hand for a handshake. “Just as you died on your birthday, you will be reborn on the version of mine, Hearth’s Warming.” she said as she took his hand and shook it firmly “I look forward to watching how you use this second chance, Havran. Good luck to you~.”

Just as she released his hand, there was a blinding light and a forceful wind that surrounded Havran, taking him to who knows where. Havran slowly opened his eyes back up, everything was blurry for a moment before it all started to become more clearer. He sat up and immediately took in his surrounding, immediately noticing that he was resting in a rather larghe and very comfy pile of what appeared to be raven feathers. One thing he noticed also was the lack of aches and pains the went with old age. He felt more…vigor and…youthful! He looked around to see if he could find anything that might offer a reflection, and sure enough, his face was now that of his twelve year old self, all the way back when he was in his second year at hogwarts.

“Well would you look at that. She actually delivered on her word. How about my spells and such..?” he asked himself as he searched through his memories. Everything was there. Except the memories of his friends and family, all his memories from his time at hogwarts and his business and his time as an auror. “It seems that she took at the memories of my past life as well. Ah well, at least I wasn’t left without anything.” he said as he stepped away from the ice that he was using as a mirror. He took out his wand and looked around, he then flourished it before speaking out “Accio, rock!” while pointing his wand at a hand sized rock that immediately flew up from the ground and into his other hand.

“Ah, good. My spells seem to work in this world. Only thing I can’t conjure is my petronous. Since I mop longer have any happy memories…or any memories of my life really.” With that, Havran disappear into a dark grey like cloud and flew up and over his current surroundings. He was one of the lucky few who were able to learn unsupported flight without uttering a word. It was better than walking for sure. As he soared through the air, his eyes immediately came upon a castle off in the distance with what looked to be a city surrounding it. It was in the evening, and it was getting very, very cold with all this falling snow. As he flew over the city below him, he could see that they were indeed celebrating a holiday quite similar to what he could remember. There were colorful lights all along the rooftops and tress decorated with all kinds of festive things

As Havran made it closer to the castle, he circled around it to find a nice and concealed landing spot. Finding a balcony with a covering above it, he lands there and quietly makes his way into the slightly ajar dor and finds himself in what appears to be someone’s chambers. He crouched lowly and walked as silently as he could. His uncovered eye came across a rather cozy looking fireplace and a couple cups of fresh hot cocoa sitting on a table. He lifted his wand again and flourished it “Accio cocoa.” hen whispered as quietly as he could. The drink lifted off the table and carefully floated towards him before he took it into his hand and sipped from it as quietly as possible “Oh my god…” he said to himself. Never before has he tasted hot chocolate THIS good before! It was almost a sin!

Unfortunately for him, the cocoa was distracting him from the new presence in the room who was leaving her bathroom all snug in a coazy red and white robe who had just had her nice and relaxing bath. She hadn’t noticed him yet as she made her way over to the table that had the other cup of cocoa sitting on it. She blinks a few times before she lifted the other cup up along with a plate of hearth’s warming themed cake “Hmm, I could have sworn I had two cups of_.” she cut herself off upon now seeing the crouched figure in her room, his hood obscuring his face as he sipped contently on the amazing and warming beverage. The alicorn didn’t exactly no what to say at this moment. She was stunned that she didn’t see this being beforehand and speechless that he was enjoying HER cocoa right in front of her!

She finally snapped out of her daze and cleared her throat quite audibly towards Havran. Which made the young man stop sipping and nearly making him spit out the liquid before swallowing hard. He slowly turns to her with a sheepish smile,seeing that she was one BIG woman, certainly past amazonian height. SHe slowly placed the cup down on a nearby end table and started backing away towards the way he came in “I uh..hmmm. I couldn’t help myself. I caught the smell of the hot chocolate and the fire just looked so cozy…”

The large alicorn said nothing for a moment. She was instead taking in everything she could about the human before her. And she noticed that he was…rather young, very young in fact! “Where did you come from, little one? I don’t remember seeing you slipping in with the guests from the party earlier. Your clothing is rather…peculiar. I would have certainly seen someone like you come in. Where are your parents?” she asked before setting her drink and cake back down before cautiously making her way towards Havran.

Havran was about to answer that before his mind drew a blank. He had no memory of who his parents were. Only that he just appeared in the forest just off in the direction he came. “I..I don’t have any parents. I don't have any memory of them or if I had any at all.” he said as he noticed her getting closer. He wasn’t sure what he should do at this point. His fight or flight kicked in, and he was choosing flight, literally. With a swift turn, he darts out the door and squickly runs across the balcony to the railing and climbs on top of it, doing his best to put some distance between him and her.

“W-wait, child!” she called out in shock at his sudden departure. SHe stumbles over her hooves just in time to make her way outside to see him perform a leap of faith off the railing. Her heart sank as she ran out in fear of seeing Havran plummeting to his demise, ready to leap herself to try and save him. But, he was nowhere to be seen. Just a giant raven soaring off into the distance to look for shelter from the cold. Little did she know that the raven was the very same child who had fled from her. Havran would have to rethink his next move carefully, but find somewhere warm to hunker down in for a little bit first.