The storm that had swallowed Privet Drive melted away the moment Alaric and Elarisse stepped through the Silverthorne portal with Mavis in their arms. The world shifted colors turning richer, air growing warmer, magic humming like distant chimes.
Before them rose Silverthorne Manor, a study in stillness and light. It was constructed of a rare, pale stone that caught the surrounding light and held it, giving the entire structure a luminous, ethereal hue—a soft, almost celestial periwinkle-blue, frosted with white trim that truly earned the 'Silver' in its name. It did not look like an old, crumbling fortress, but a living, breathing testament to refined magic.
Turrets of various sizes rose like gentle, protective spires, crowned with slate-blue conical roofs that pierced the canopy above. Vast, arched windows of polished glass reflected the rich greenery and the sky, and balconies carved with intricate patterns of vines offered vantage points over the grounds.
In the forecourt, an exquisite tapestry of color had been woven. The gardens were a riot of deep, vivid purples and brilliant blues—masses of hydrangea, lavender, and belladonna bloomed under the shadow of the tall pines, creating a perpetual dusk color palette that hinted at the potent, protective magic Mavis favored.
Separating the manicured lawn from the forest edge was a deep, shimmering body of water. The smooth, obsidian surface of the pond acted as a giant scrying mirror, reflecting the manor and the endless sky above with perfect clarity, catching the light like a sheet of hammered silver. A small, elegant stone bridge curved gently over the water to meet the main steps of the house, where a small, carved fountain bubbled quietly. It shimmered with runic engravings, and windows glowed with soft golden light. The air smelled of lavender, pine, and the faint crackle of magic long remembered.
{A/N: This is what I pictured the manor to look like}
Mavis clung to Alaric's cloak, wide-eyed.
"It's... beautiful," she breathed.
"It's home," Elarisse said gently, stroking her damp hair. "You're home now."
As they went up the steps, runes ignited beneath their feet—blue, gold, and silver swirling together. They were responding not to Alaric or Elarisse, but to Mavis. The manor's wards whispered in a tongue older than Hogwarts, older than Camelot.
Welcome, Child of the Lost Line.
Welcome home.
Mavis shivered—not from fear, but recognition.
The entrance hall alone felt like its own world: drifting lights like small stars, a polished marble floor etched with glowing roots, and portraits of past Silverthornes watching with quiet curiosity. The air smelled of warmth—lavender, books, and something faintly metallic, like starlight itself.
And at the far end—
A massive creature lounged beside the staircase:16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQtX8p7GanR
Zirael, the Zouwu, fur shimmering with nebula colors, eyes bright and intelligent.
When he spotted Mavis, he stood—towering yet gentle.
He lowered his head... and bowed.
Mavis gasped.
Alaric's smile softened. "Zirael can sense your soul. He remembers you from before."
On the balcony above, wings unfurled with a soft whisper.
Aeris, the Blue Phoenix, descended gracefully, feathers glowing like morning sky. She circled Mavis once before landing on Elarisse's shoulder with a quiet trill of approval.
"You are truly back," Aeris's voice whispered in Mavis's mind—a pure, melodic echo.
Mavis's heart swelled.
She was home.
Mavis clung to Elarisse's hand, "Is... is this really my home now?"
Elarisse kneeled beside her, touching their foreheads together, "It always was."
Before Mavis could ask what she meant by that, footsteps echoed from the upper landing.
A girl with soft silver-blonde hair and warm pink undertones—a beauty even Mavis's young mind felt comforted by—bounded down.
"Mother! Father! You brought her!"
She knelt before Mavis, eyes sparkling.
"Hi! I'm Isolde. Half-Veela. Best potions assistant in the manor."
Mavis blinked. Isolde winked.
"You're going to love it here."
Next came a tall, broad-shouldered boy with gentle eyes.
A part-giant teen, carrying a crate of stitched blankets for creatures.
"I'm Caelum," he said softly. "I work with magical beasts. If you ever feel scared or lonely... I'm good at hugs."
Mavis smiled shyly.
A quiet boy leaning in the shadows, moon-pale skin and deep indigo eyes. Fangs just barely visible.
"I'm Nyx," he murmured. "If you ever have nightmares... I'll stay with you until they pass."
His fangs peeked out, but his smile was shy and kind.
Finally, a tall, scarred young man stepped in from a side hallway.
Yellow-green eyes. A quiet strength. The faint scent of forest and wolf.
"I'm Korrin," he said, voice deep but gentle. "The guardian. If anyone ever tries to hurt you... they won't get past me."
He bowed his head respectfully to the child.
"You're safe here, Mavis. I promise."
Mavis's throat tightened.
She had never had siblings.
She'd never been treated like someone precious.
Now she had four.
She hugged them.
All of them.
Isolde wiped a tear.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXU0I9dIRLi
Caelum grinned.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZGVRym4lCw
Nyx looked stunned but pleased.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfr2DnKcQ0J
Korrin froze—then gently wrapped an arm around her.
"You're our sister now," Isolde whispered.
"And we don't ever let go of family," Caelum added.
Mavis beamed.
As the introductions ended, the manor's walls trembled—softly, like a heartbeat.
Alaric stiffened.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡa10GgVM6BW
Elarisse exhaled in awe.
"It knows," she whispered. "It feels her."
"What's happening?" Mavis asked, frightened.
Alaric placed a steady hand on her shoulder, "This house is bound to our bloodline. It senses your soul. It... it remembers you."
The shimmering roots etched in the marble glowed brighter, forming a circle beneath Mavis's feet.
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Caelum stepped back in surprise.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmTojn6yTLi
Isolde clasped her hands in excitement.
Zirael purred and Aeris trilled with excitement.
Korrin whispered, "The manor is choosing her."
Silver light wrapped around Mavis—warm, ancient, and searching.
It wasn't touching her body.
It was touching her soul.
A voice—deep, resonant, yet somehow familiar—seemed to echo in her mind.
Child of two worlds... returned again... Silverthorne by heart, by magic... by destiny...
Mavis trembled.
Elarisse caught her, holding her close, "You are home," she whispered. "And it knows you. The magic of this family remembers who you were."
"But... I'm not really... your daughter." Mavis muttered.
Both Silverthornes froze.
Alaric knelt, taking her tiny hands in his, "Mavis," he said gently, "blood does not define family."
"And magic does not lie," Elarisse added, "Let us show you."
That night, under a sky streaked with dancing constellations, they brought her to the Heartroot Chamber—the oldest room in the manor, where the family's core magic slept.
Silver crystal trees grew from the floor, branches humming with power. In the center: a pool of star-water, rippling with reflected light.
"Mavis," Alaric murmured gently, "there is something dark inside you—something not your fault, placed there by the man who killed your parents."
Mavis stiffened. Her hands trembled.
Elarisse brushed her cheek. "You did nothing wrong. We will make you whole. But we won't destroy the darkness, we'll cleanse it. Even a shard of a soul deserves to be set free."
They placed her in the center circle. Her siblings, Zirael and Aeris watched from the edges, holding their breath.
Silverthorne magic gathered—soft, warm, ancient. Runes lit beneath her feet.
Elarisse extended her hands and chanted, "Expose the shadow. Reveal what does not belong."
A faint scream echoed inside Mavis's skull.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhROh7VhrkC
Coldness pooled in her chest.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQfTZpr3Jxs
A sliver of foreign magic rose from her scar, tearing free in a burst of black fog—
And condensed into a small, black colored pulsing shard of soul.
Mavis whimpered. Alaric immediately swept her into his arms.
The shadowy fragment floated above the ritual circle, writhing.
Elarisse trapped it in a rune-etched vial. The soul shard thrashed violently, but the silver runes sealed it completely, "So ends the curse," she said softly as the black shard soon changed into a silvery color. "No darkness will ever claim you again."
The scar remained — the shape of fate unaltered — but now it shimmered faintly silver, not red.
When it was done, Mavis leaned against Alaric's chest, exhausted—but unburdened.
She was free.
Elarisse placed her hand over Mavis's heart.
"This next step is not required," she said softly. "But it is something we dearly wish for."
Alaric kissed the top of Mavis's head. "To make you our daughter—not just in soul, but in magic."
The room grew warmer.
Silver light swirled around them.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9oCvBaCFrN
A soft hum grew louder—like a lullaby sung by the universe.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQ3Zr8peZfe
The Silverthorne crest burned in white fire above them.
Elarisse sliced her palm.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcCZmJjYtDk
Alaric did the same.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwnzMZzwMuU
Mavis's tiny hand trembled, but she extended it willingly.
A single drop of their blood touched her skin—
And the runes burst into blazing silver.
Magic surged into Mavis's veins, warm and pure.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbGmJ7EyGtD
Her scar glowed—then faded to a pale silver mark.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwhILRCWkqG
Her heartbeat synced with Alaric's and Elarisse's for a moment.
"By blood and by choice," Elarisse whispered, tears falling,16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡM5QMlEqVf8
"You are Mavis Rose Potter-Silverthorne. Our child. Our heart. Our magic."
The silver crest above them shattered into motes of light that sank into Mavis's chest.
The manor trembled.
Not in fear—
In joy.
The lights in the chamber ignited.
Hallways glowed.
Every rune, every tapestry, every ward flared to life as though waking from a long sleep.
Elarisse gasped. "Alaric... look."
Mavis stood in the center of the glowing runes, silver light swirling around her like a crown.
"She is a true Silverthorne," Alaric whispered. "Her soul matches the ancestral magic. Perfectly."
The manor's ancient voice whispered into her mind:
Welcome home, child of starlight.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1dq2CKiDil
We have waited across lifetimes for your return.
Mavis's eyes filled with tears.
She wasn't just accepted.
She was recognized.16Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsUO4aoRMSI
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