Chapter 837 - Godparent Ceremony Ⅱ (2/2)
”Aye,” Dorea and Fleamont Potter answered again as a second-string interconnected between the four of them.
”And does Fire and Wind solemnly bind themselves to protect, guide, and cherish, their charges Rowan and Severus Prince?”
”Aye,” the godparents replied for the last time before the last remaining golden string appeared interconnecting the four of them.
”That which was unspoken has been pledged,” Reginald steadfastly declared. ”And so, mote be!” A powerful surge of golden magic engulfs the four of them like a crashing ocean wave. It was painful to an extent especially for Rowan more than Severus as the magic forcefully bond itself to their magic cores and connected them to their godparents.
With a final burst of wind, the candles in the chamber abruptly go out plunging them into darkness. The candles all at once light up again and brightly lit the chamber once more. Rowan rapidly blinks at the sudden change in the light, and she was not the only one. The presence of the sentient magic was all but gone, but still, there was a touch of wariness left behind.
Whatever had been done to them had changed them all to an extent. For Rowan major scarring left in her magic core from the death magic surges had been removed causing her magic to become less turbulent and volatile. She would never regain the original delicate magic that she had been born with, but her magic for the moment had stabilized enough to allow her to attempt delicate works she had been previously unable to attempt up until now.
Rowan eyes Severus pensively for a moment, before shaking her head ruefully to herself. It was not her place to ask on the subject and Severus had his own right to keep his own secrets. It would be rather hypocritcal of her to argue otherwise.
The Verninac family moves forward and begins to earnestly congratulate and greet them. Even Philippe Verninac was sincere in his congratulations for it was a solemn event to be part of. And even he could not deny the political clout that would be warranted to the Verninac family for being graced by such an event in their chateau. Whether Philippe liked it or not, he owed the Prince family far more than hosting a simple presentation ball.
With the crowd beginning to thin around them, Rowan slips away and makes her way over to the pensive figure of James Potter. ”What are you thinking about so intently, James?” She loudly asked causing James's hazel eyes hidden behind his round spectacles to blink in a rather startled fashion at her.
A wry smile appears on James' face, before quietly replying, ”I had not realized that a godparent ceremony was so powerful.” He had made Sirius his son's godfather, but he had never thought to forge a pureblood ceremony. His own father had never practiced it on him, and he saw no value in such an archaic ceremony. But he had found himself to be wrong again for there was power in the ancient ways. And maybe if he had respected them-, but what if was a painful answer to swallow.
James closes his eyes with old aching agony. With the passage of time, his grief had slowly become bearable, but the enchanted mirror had viciously torn up all his aching wounds. No matter how much he tried to stay away, he found himself standing before the enchanted mirror every single night unable to bear the sight of his loved ones nor tear his gaze away. He had not even realized how quickly he had begun to wither away until Rowan had forced him to go to the infirmary.
With Madam Pomfrey's aid, James began to gain weight again, but still, he had not been able to tear himself from the enchanted mirror until returning home for the holidays. Without the enchanted mirror, he often felt restless and bad-tempered. He had even found himself snapping at his mother for no apparent reason, before apologizing sheepishly afterward.. Still, he had slept for a full night even if his dreams were only filled with nightmares or rather memories of the past.