The warm afternoon sun spilled through the windows of the Silverthorne family Manor, casting soft gold across the hallways. Mavis Potter-Silverthorne bounced along beside her parents, Alaric and Elarisse, still unaware of the elaborate surprise they had planned for her eighth birthday. They had spent the morning at Gringotts finalizing the retrieval and purification of the Horcrux fragments, but now, all thoughts of danger and adventure were set aside. Today was about celebration.
The moment she crossed the threshold of the estate's main hall; a chorus of voices rang out: "Surprise!"
Mavis froze, her emerald-green eyes widening in astonishment. The hall was decorated with floating lanterns that shimmered in soft rainbow hues, enchanted ribbons twirling gently in the air, and tables laden with delicacies from magical bakers across the wizarding world.
Her heart leapt when she spotted familiar faces: her adopted siblings—Isolde, Caelum, Nyx, and Korrin, their faces alight with excitement; the Malfoys, Draco at the forefront, holding a bouquet of magically shifting flowers; and even Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, and Albus Dumbledore, smiling quietly, each offering subtle nods of approval. Along with her familiars who were perched in different places
"Mavis!" Draco exclaimed, rushing forward, a small grin tugging at his lips. "We wouldn't miss it for the world."
Sakari the Pastel Nymfox hopped off Mavis's shoulder, stretching luxuriously and flicking her tail, as if acknowledging the festive energy. Mavis knelt to scoop her up, a laugh escaping her lips.
Alaric stepped forward, placing a hand on her shoulder and said warmly, "We wanted today to be special... just for you."
Elarisse added, her voice soft but proud, "You've grown so much this year, Mavis. Today, we celebrate not only your birthday, but all that you are—your courage, your heart, and your magic."
Alaric stepped forward, holding a small, wrapped box. "Hagrid sent you something, Mavis," he said softly, handing it over.
Mavis carefully untied the ribbon, revealing a small crystal, clear and glowing faintly from within. She turned it in her hand, mesmerized.
"It's... beautiful," she whispered.
Hagrid's voice boomed from somewhere near the door, "It's a guardian charm, Mavis! It'll help calm magical beasts, help you understand creatures better, and if you're ever in danger, it gives off a protective aura!"
Dumbledore stepped closer, inspecting the crystal with his long fingers. "Ah... Hagrid, you may not have realized what you've sent, but this is no ordinary trinket. This crystal is... powerful indeed. Truly remarkable."
Mavis's familiars stirred, as if sensing the latent magic within the crystal, while she held it gently, feeling a comforting warmth radiate from it.
Alaric and Elarisse came to stand beside her, smiling. "Happy Birthday, our little witch," Alaric said, his silver-white hair catching the last rays of the afternoon sun.
Mavis hugged them tightly, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you... for everything."
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of laughter, magic, and wonder. Her familiars demonstrated small tricks, filling the hall with gentle roars, sparks of light, and fluttering wings. The Teacup dragons raced each other in mid-air, occasionally spiraling around Sakari as she darted between the guests. Valion allowed Draco and Mavis to sit atop his back for a short flight, while Riventh performed small water tricks along the enchanted floor.
Even Snape, who usually kept his distance, raised an eyebrow in approval at the way Mavis effortlessly coordinated her companions and controlled the magic around her.
Mavis glanced at her heirship ring as she set the crystal on the table alongside her cake, thinking of the adventures to come and the magic that now surrounded her. For an eighth birthday, she had not only the love of her family and friends but the loyalty of extraordinary companions and the sense of destiny that came with being a Silverthorne.
As the last rays of the afternoon sun faded, Mavis laughed—a bright, clear sound that mingled with the gentle hum of dragons, the twittering of phoenixes, and the soft purring of magical creatures. It was the start of another magical year, and she could feel that this one would be unlike any she had ever known.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYrSppqrkdu
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