Chapter 837 - Godparent Ceremony Ⅱ (1/2)
Much like the time before Rowan and Severus begin to feel an eerie, but the sentient presence of ancient magic. The godparent ceremony was not merely a show, but an actual magical binding. It was precisely why godparent ceremonies were never entered into lightly as they were just as binding as marriage contracts tying two families together.
Normally the silver dagger would be handed to the parents, but with Tobias dead and Eileen removed from the Prince-line, there were no parents to bless Rowan and Severus. Instead, Reginald and Georgine would serve and fulfill that role as well. They each exchanged the silver daggers accepting the dagger by the hilt binding themselves further to the vows.
The sharp blade cut into their palms as blood wells up and they carefully drip the blood on the top of each of their shoulders staining the white silk robes with crimson drops that blossomed like the darkest of roses.
”I, Reginald Prince, Head of the Prince household seek a sword and a shield. I am old and my grandchildren are young. For I am an old sailor on the sea of life and death, and my voyage will some come soon to an end,” Reginald solemnly declared. ”My grandchildren have newly embarked on their journey on seaworthy vessels. And thus, I seek protection and aide for these traveling sailors.”
Georgine carefully takes the blade from her brother, before bowing towards the would-be godparents. Bowing to her close friend, Dorea Potter first, Georgine says, ”These children were born under the gaze of the great mother moon. They were born within the depths of winter under the cold night sky that lacked the warmth of the sun. Fire is that which we seek, the warmth of the hearth. To that fiery inferno that protects, we seek its loyalty, determination, and honor.”
Bowing again, Georgine bows to Fleamont Potter. ”These children were born under the gaze of the waning moon amidst the shadows of the night. The wind that knows all is that which we seek, the wisdom and guidance of age. From the raging tempests that crushes its enemies, we seek the wind's cunning, and fearlessness.”
Georgine bowed again to the would-be godparents, before crossing her arms and extending the bloodied bladed for each of them to take by the blade. ”To Fire, the role of Godmother, Dorea Potter, and to the Wind, the role of Godfather, Fleamont Potter. Here in the presence of these witnesses and in the presence of magic itself, we solemnly ask for the truth. Do yea willingly accept this great honor of your own free will and choice?”
”Aye,” Dorea and Fleamont Potter answered in unison, before accepting the blade by the blade itself rather than the hilt. The blade cuts deeply into their hands leaving a long, thin wound across their palms.
They both step forward with Dorea in front of Rowan and Fleamont in front of Severus. They both drip blood on their shoulders, before switching places and doing the same to the other. They take a step back and retreat to their previous spot.
”So, mote be,” Reginald said as a string of golden light appears to swirl around Dorea and Fleamont connecting them to Rowan and Severus.
Rowan instinctively had to fight the urge to counter the intrusive magic invading her. She did not like it even if she knew there was no real harm nor malice behind the connection. It simply felt far too invasive for comfort. And she wasn't the only one as Severus's expression looked uncomfortable as well. This was why the godparent ceremony in the wizarding world was done when the children were infants. It was a very uncomfortable feeling for an older witch or wizard to feel. And as mere babes, it wouldn't be so uncomfortable as their magic was rather undeveloped and would not naturally battle the magical connection.
With great solemnity Reginald solemnly asks, ”And to that which is Fire and Wind, do you accept the role of sword and shield to these children born under the gaze of the winter moon, Rowan and Severus Prince?”