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The Grass Is Greener on the Other Side (Or So They Say)

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"Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine, and at last you create what you will."
-George Bernard Shaw


It was a little bit sentient.

That wasn't normally the case, of course. As a rule, magic lacked a thinking mind; left to its own devices, it was simply energy: inert and subject to the predictable, stable laws of the universe. No messy emotions involved. But, when you added life - added magic-users - that reasoned and learned and felt, things got tricky. Fast.

Protective enchantments were usually no exception. In all actuality, they were rather dull in this respect.

It was, normally, the most reliable area of enchantment to be found in practice today. Normally, the only independent action taken by such wards was to fade. Normally, a ward acting independently beyond their explicit function was impossible.

Blood Wards, however, had never been normal. And the Potters had always possessed a talent for the impossible.


The Childe was endangered.

This was not new to its Protector. (Danger had dogged the Childe's path for years -)

Most wards, unattended like the Childe's Protector had been, would have faded long ago in the face of it all, yielding as even magic eventually must.


But the Childe would have been left alone.

And the Protector's Creator had cared-worried-for- loved the Childe very much.


So the Childe's Protector stayed. Helped the Childe as much as it could, directing the Childe towards partners-guards-allies-friends, guiding it as much as its Protector could through the years, saving it from cruelty and black magic - !

The Creator's anger-born-from-love echoed through the Childe's Protector again.

That had happened often as the Childe grew into its heritage.

Alas, the Childe's Protector, for all its inherent power found in blood rituals and family magic, could only follow the imperative laid down by the Protector's Creator: Protect the Childe from danger. (Keep her safe)

A short directive, but clear nonetheless. Act in defense only when there is a threat to the life of the Childe (No matter how much it feels), to do all it could to remove the danger to the Childe.

Like it could do anything else, as always. Except ...


The Threat was back. Again. (And taking. Always, always taking - )


The Childe did not know. Not yet. But its Protector did. And it . . . considered.

Not think, of course. (That was impossible, after all) The Childe's Protector merely ... considered its options. Or rather, it considered why it waited now, when before, flaring first and considering later had protected the Childe perfectly well.

The Threat.

Well, it was always the Threat, was it not? Always creating the most danger to the Childe. But that was nothing new. (There was the anger again; it felt different. More real. How peculiar-)

There was something, though. Something - different. More genuine. Larger than before. Less the consecrated remnants of a broken shadow, more the forging of a new one. A stronger one.

And it was coming for the Childe.


How dare they -

The Childe was the Protector's -

They could not have her.


Well.

Emotions. That . . . would be useful, actually. The Childe's Protector could not fend the storm off alone with magic. Alone, the Childe would perish. And that was unacceptable, a failure of purpose. (And of family - )

The original enchantment was insufficient. It did not dictate how to outmaneuver a threat, let alone the Threat.

But the rules of magic did not allow the Childe's Protector to reason, to will. Bound by the rules, it could only react, follow orders. (Like a good soldier - )


It was a good thing the Potters had never particularly cared for rules. Lily Marie Evans had cared even less, when it suited her.


Emotion and magic were a tricky combination. The Creator had known this; where there was hatred and magic, there was little that could not be done, could not be willed.

Where there was love and magic, there was nothing that could not be done.

And the Childe's Protector now knew, its Creator had loved the Childe very much.


And so the Childe's Protector reached out. It willed.