{A/N: The two dragons are Veridia (White with feathery wings) and Erevan (Black with white mane)}
Mavis Potter-Silverthorne woke on the morning of her sixth birthday with the distinct feeling that the world was holding its breath.
The magic in Silverthorne Manor wasn't just humming—13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVfRHmUox2n
it was watching.
Something warm pulsed beneath her ribs, like a heartbeat that wasn't her own. Drawn by an instinct older than memory, she slipped out of bed and padded to the window overlooking the enchanted Sanctuary woods.
The trees were glowing.
"Mavis, darling?" Elarisse's voice drifted in as she cracked open the door. "You're up early."
"I have to go outside," Mavis whispered. "Something's calling me."
Elarisse froze—not with fear, but with recognition. Aeris trilled with interest.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvZRkT20WBG
Alaric appeared behind her, staff in hand, eyes widening. Zirael tilted his head with intrigue.
"It's time," he murmured.
And they followed their granddaughter into destiny.
The Sanctuary was ancient, predating Hogwarts, predating even the Founders. But today, the air felt electrified, shimmering with life and shadow in equal measure.
As Mavis walked, the forest parted for her—branches moving aside as if bowing.
The path led her to a glade she had never seen before:13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡx6Kqj69tM3
a circle of pale marble stones, covered in glowing runes swirling like constellations.
Alaric drew a breath. "This is the Choosing Circle..."
"...which only appears for witches destined for more than one familiar," Elarisse whispered.
Mavis stepped into the center.
The world stilled.
And then—
The light came.
A warm breeze swept the glade, carrying floral scents that didn't exist anywhere nearby. Light gathered on the ground—white at first, then blooming into soft pastels.
The glow brightened into radiant rainbow hues—rose-pink, sky-blue, sunshine-yellow, lavender.
The light shaped itself into a creature.
A dragon.
White-bodied, elegant, shimmering with purity.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC3quKUijj3
Her wings were enormous and feathered, their edges blending into delicate gradients of pink, yellow, green, and soft lavender. Her mane was a crest of pearlescent gold, and her eyes were a bright, warm blue that seemed made of sky.
She looked like springtime given form.
Veridia.
The Life Dragon.
When she touched the ground, flowers erupted beneath her feet—petals made of light.
Mavis gasped, tears welling at the sheer beauty of her.
"Hello," she whispered.
The dragon lowered her head until her soft, pastel muzzle touched Mavis's forehead.
And then Mavis heard her—13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1E5UqlpTa1
a voice like sunlight:
"Child of beginnings. I am Veridia, born of creation and healing. You called, and I have come."
Mavis choked out, "You're real..."
"More real to you than breath," Veridia said gently.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡu4LbIRJpCj
"Your soul has carried me across lifetimes. Today, I am yours."
Before Mavis could speak again, the ground chilled beneath her toes.
Because something else was arriving.
A cold wind spiraled through the clearing—gentle, not cruel, like the first snowfall of winter. The light dimmed. Shadows crawled along the marble stones, coiling like ink in water.
From the darkness, another dragon formed.
Tall, serpentine, elegant.
His body was ink-black, scales gleaming like polished obsidian.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2HgIgMVMRT
Flowing down his spine and neck was a long, silken white mane that shimmered like moonlit frost. His eyes glowed ember, ancient and knowing.
Frost trailed from his nostrils with each breath.
Erevan.
The Death Dragon.
He approached Mavis with quiet grace, lowering his long head until his nose touched the opposite side of her face from where Veridia had blessed her.
His voice slid into her mind—cool, calm, like shadows that embraced rather than frightened.
"Little one who has known loss beyond your years... I am Erevan. Where Life chooses, Death must balance."
Mavis wasn't afraid.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGo1T9yewXz
She stepped closer, reaching out to touch the soft white fur at his jaw.
"You feel... peaceful."
Erevan's silver eyes warmed.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh5JVyphDfi
"Death is not cruelty. It is release. And you, small soul, carry both beginnings and endings."
Veridia's rainbow wings flared.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWQgmYcAV4v
Erevan's shadowy mane rippled.
Light and darkness intertwined overhead.
The Bonding of Three
Alaric stepped back instinctively, shielding Elarisse. Zirael growls lowly, standing in front of the couple.
"This... this hasn't happened in centuries," he whispered. "Life and Death choosing the same child..."
"Not since Merlin." Elarisse swallowed hard. "Our daughter carries the balance of creation itself."
But Mavis didn't hear them.
She felt everything.
A warm pulse from Veridia.
A cool pulse from Erevan.
The dragons curled around her in a circle—one bright, one dark—forming a yin-yang of magic.
Together, their voices filled her mind:
"Mavis Potter-Silverthorne.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFU7e2DjXSJ
Healer-born. Soul-binder. Dream-walker.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzitrBZeEQ9
We claim you."
Light burst upward in a column.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8LOv3cSVLs
Shadow spiraled around it.
When the explosion of magic faded, Mavis stood taller, eyes glowing briefly—one pastel gold, one silver—before returning to normal.
Veridia wrapped her wings around her in a warm embrace.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWxMdgjCfDS
Erevan curled his tail around her ankles like a silent protector.
She was theirs.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlIUg6PLHKY
And they were hers.
A New Destiny
Elarisse approached slowly, tears in her eyes. "Mavis... my darling girl... you have two familiars."
"Not just familiars," Alaric breathed. "Ancient cosmic dragons—one of Life, one of Death."
Zirael purred happily and Aeris chirped with happiness.
Mavis only smiled, leaning into Veridia's soft feathers, then into Erevan's cool fur.
"I'm not alone anymore," she whispered.
Veridia purred like a warm breeze.13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡb1Vvl4l7By
Erevan hummed like distant thunder.
And the glade sealed the oath of their souls13Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3SaOAeiYtC
and then Add to home screen.