This story was previously known as Ignorant Bliss, and originally was supposed to be a simple Abused!Harry one shot, but slowly evolved into what it is now. If you missed the memo before, make sure you pay attention this time, because this is the last time that I'll be putting the notice up in my chapters.
So, yeah. It's been a while, huh?
If you're complaining, I'm sorry to say that it won't change anything. My writing comes when it comes, and there's nothing you can really do to change that.
Although, just between you and me, I've currently been working on an original story that I'm hoping to one day publish.
I'll update you all later on that if you're interested.
Now, before I let you continue with this story, please, allow me to rant - just a little bit.
THIS IS NOT A SOUL-BOND FIC!
I cannot stress that enough. I do not believe in soul-bonds, I believe in regular bonds that are capable of becoming strong enough to transcend anything else.
Please do not get mad at me for doing soul-bonding, because that's not what I'm doing. Raven and Hermione's magic merging together has a completely different purpose that will become apparent later on in the story. And no, it won't be so that they can speak together with their minds or anything.
Just a side-note now that my rants over – the beginning of this chapter is the reason that I'm glad I rated this story as T. Some swear words just should not be seen by those who are unprepared for it.
Also, the second line of this chapter's story actually are my thoughts on the matter with regards to the premiere Headmaster of Hogwarts – I really just do not like Albus Sodding Dumbledore whatsoever.
Without further ado,
Enjoy your story fix.
The Ascendant Fallen
Bound by Magic, Heart and Mind
Raven was angry. No, that put it too lightly. There really was no word in the English language that could convey just how absolutely furious he was.
That old, goat-fucking, bastard-ass son of a Tortugan pig!
He was, of course, thinking about a certain Headmaster.
Albus Percival Wulfic Brian Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, Defeater of Grindelwald, Leader of the Light, discoverer of the twelve uses of dragon blood, alchemist partner of Nicholas Flamel, and, Raven had just learned, the asshole who had disregarded his parents' will with full knowledge of what it said.
He was never supposed to go to the Dursley's. His parents had a whole list of other people he could have gone to instead, and that twinkly-eyed headmaster just disregarded all of it.
Never had he felt such rage as this. It was overwhelming, and if he didn't find an outlet for it, he was going to hurt something.
He closed his eyes, and let his magic go.
And it burst forth from within himself, breaking bindings that had been holding it back, and the magical power surge that came with those bindings being broken spread across the United Kingdom, taking over the entire breadth of the land.
And suddenly, thousands of miles away, something very strange happened.
Many magical buildings from centuries ago are capable of absorbing ambient magic - in fact, if they didn't, they wouldn't have lasted as long as they had.
There were currently only two buildings in the UK old enough in present day to be capable of doing such (despite the number that used to exist in olden days), and one of them was Hogwarts. Hogwarts was... old. And odd.
And that day, with the power surge, it just became even more odd.
You see, Hogwarts had always been, for lack of a better word, aware. It held memories inside of itself and was capable of changing things that were part of it. It did, however, have a very childish mind, no older than five, and the evidence in that was its propensity to mess with the castle's occupants by making false doors and moving its staircases. It considered this to be playing with them, but there were very few that had ever played back with her.
Hogwarts had a favorite student, a green-eyed student that it loved because, during the night when he wandered, he would laugh with her as she made the staircase move out from under him, and then he would try to jump to the nearest staircase that wasn't moving. It was like playing in the jungle, and Hogwarts loved this student, because he loved playing with her.
So, when Hogwarts felt a magical surge that had the same signature as her favorite student, she absorbed it, thinking it a gift from her 'friend', a way for her to have new ways to play with the green-eyed boy.
The wards around Hogwarts surged, and, in a hidden room on the seven floor corridor, next to a statue of Barnabas the Barmy, a figure swirled into being. The figure was small, looking no taller than a six year old, a very small six year old, and as it came into being, one could see that this figure was child-like in its appearance. A chubby face and body, with black hair that came down a long way towards her waist, and strange violet eyes, this child looked around and pouted.
"Daddy... when are you coming home? I want to play some more..."
The girl giggled and clapped her hands, chanting the word play over and over again, before seeming to grow tired of it and instead deciding to run around helter-skelter in the room she was in, laughing.
Eventually, she grew tired of that, too, and lay down of a pile of cushions that appeared on the floor before her. As she closed her eyes tiredly, she whispered, "Come home soon, Daddy. It's more fun with you here..." before she drifted off.
Raven came back to himself with the strangest feeling in his gut. He felt like he was missing something that had been there before. He looked around curiously. Tilted his head to the left, then to the right. Glanced behind himself to make sure.
Nope, it wasn't there.
In that case, where was it?
"Har-Raven? What are you doing?" He heard a voice that snapped him out of his reverie, and turned to see Hermione hovering by the door with the oddest look on her face.
He frowned as the feeling still niggled in the back of his mind, but ignored it. Hermione's well-being was more important.
"Nothing really. Are you okay?" He asked, his mouth shifting into a worried sort of grimace.
"F-fine, why wouldn't I be?" she asked, looking startled. She continued to hover at the door, as if unwilling to come in.
"I don't know, but you haven't moved from that spot, and you have an odd look on your face right now."
Hermione bit her lip, and Raven watched as her face went through several emotions at hyper-speed before settling on cautious.
"Raven, about yesterday... before I passed out. Something strange was going on... like what happens when Fleur Delacour is nearby. You know," she flapped her hand uselessly in the air, "people getting all weird and stuff and fawning over things, only, that time it was me... over you." She blushed heavily.
Raven tilted his head to the side. "What are you asking, 'Mione?" He said, curious about where she was heading with this.
"Are you a veela, Harry?" She blurted out.
"Raven. And no, I'm not a veela. I'm something a lot more, shall we say, complicated than that." Raven said dryly.
"I-I don't understand," she said, confused.
"Good, because I don't either, and it's me we're talking about." He held up a hand to stall the questions as she opened her mouth to interrupt him. "I don't completely understand what's happening to me yet, Hermione, but I'm starting to have an idea. Sadly, until I actually know for sure, I won't be sharing with you – but I promise that you'll be the first to know when I do figure this out. At this point, all I know is that I'm not exactly... human... anymore, if I ever was."
He winced at the horrified expression on the girl's face. That had been the hardest part to accept about himself, and her reaction wasn't helping his self-esteem at all right then. He turned away from her face, and looked down at the table, feeling shame.
Then his eyes shot up as he felt two arms throw themselves around him and a face bury itself in his neck. His head whipped around to stare in disbelief at the mound of bushy brown hair just under his chin.
"It doesn't matter if you're not human anymore, Raven – you'll always be my most important person."
And just like that, despite all that he had been through with her, or perhaps because of it, Raven fell in love.
He tilted the girl's head up and looked into her eyes before his own eyes drifted towards her mouth. Soft, shapely lips that were opened just the slightest bit, and looked perfect for...
He leaned forward and captured them.
And the world exploded.
Before humans existed, back during the times of angels and demons, of titans and holy wars, there existed a type of creature commonly referred to in modern culture as a succubus. These things are believed to be demonic spirits that suck your very soul out of your body via sexual intercourse by most people of the modern culture.
All of these people, however, are wrong.
Succubae were never demons. They were angels. Their purpose on earth was to heighten the world's ability to feel. And because love is, even now, the strongest emotion that exists, frequently they would enhance the love of others through dreams, causing what people would come to call "morning wood" for men, who then blamed it on demons influencing them, and, well, one rumor leads to another and the rest is in the history books if you're truly that interested.
However, an interesting thing to note is that succubae also had their own sexual relations.
And, in fact, succubae are the reason that Veela exist – one happened to have a fling with a dark angel a long time ago, and a race of sentient beings completely different than any before it came into being.
But, there is a difference between Raven's allure and a veela's allure.
A veela's allure incites lust towards the veela.
Raven's allure incites love towards one that you already have that feeling for.
It is probably because of this difference that something happened when Raven kissed Hermione. Something that shouldn't be possible, but that happened anyway.
When Raven's lips met Hermione's, he forgot the world around himself, simply feeling, and his magic started to leak out, wrapping around himself and the girl in his arms. Hermione's own magic, already fully aware of the girl's feelings for the man before her, also let itself loose, causing the two auras to merge together and become one.
And suddenly, Raven knew Hermione, knew her in ways that he only had ever known himself before then.
And Hermione knew Raven, knew him in ways she had never known herself or anyone else before.
And with a quiet whoosh!, like a breath of air being taken in, the magic came back to them, and they pulled apart, staring at each other.
"I love you."
The chorus of two voices, spoken in unison and with complete honesty echoed through the house, and on a landing that people generally avoided, a picture of Walburga Black peeked out from behind the curtain in front of it, and smiled.
For those wondering about what role Hedwig will play in this with regards to what's going on between Raven and Hermione – well, I've come to the realization that Hedwig's character, at least in my story, is something like a six year old mind in the body of a twenty year old female. So, Hedwig will be a lot of things, simply because she has so much potential, with the way I've imagined her, to fill in so many places that are needed. However, her primary role will probably end up being a sisterly one – both to Raven, and our dear little Hogwarts.
After all, we don't want Hogwarts to be an only child and feel alone or anything when Raven can't play with her. That just won't do, now will it?