The Wind Mage's Legacy: Chapter 27

Hi all, 

Here’s the first chapter for today. 

Chapter 27

They returned to the temple after Harry overcame Baxi’s trials.

Harry took a moment to rest, exhausted from the ordeal Baxi put him through. While he wanted nothing more than to nap, he didn’t have the luxury of time. He couldn’t skive off Quidditch training anymore, so he couldn’t spend much time here before he needed to return to England.

Ayano handed him a water bottle. Harry took a long drink, easing his sore throat. 

"Before we get started on training," Harry said. "I'd like some answers.”

"Where shall I start?" Baxi mused. "The rebellion? The Severing? Or perhaps I should start where it all began. The Origin Spirit.”

“Who?” Kaze asked. “I have never heard that name before.”

"You may have heard it called by a different name. Gaia." 

Harry exchanged glances with Ayano. They recognised the name. Catherine had mentioned that name in passing when she tried to convince him to join the Spirit Alliance. Was this the adversary manipulating events from behind the scenes?

Baxi's eyes grew distant. "No one knew exactly how Gaia came to be. It came to life when the first humans discovered fire. Ancient and powerful beyond measure. The Origin Spirit was where the first spirits spawned from. Gaia was always linked to them and any spirits born later.”

Kaze frowned. "I have never heard of this Origin Spirit. I thought Spirit Kings were the most powerful among the spirits."

"A common misconception," Baxi said. "Spirit Kings were created to be Gaia’s generals and leaders, carrying out its orders to ensure the spirit world remained stable."

“What changed?” Ayano asked.

"It’s simple. We started rebelling, just like any teenager would with their parents. At first, we worshipped it willingly. Gaia guided us, taught us, and shaped our development. But worship became dependence. Dependence became servitude."

Kaze's form darkened. "You're saying we were slaves."

Baxi shrugged. "Slaves with gilded chains. Gaia's spiritual energy flowed through our very being. To resist meant death. To question meant punishment. For a long time, we accepted this as the natural order."

"What changed?" Harry asked.

"The vessels appeared," Baxi said. "Wizard families like yours, Harry. The spirits discovered a new path, where they stood as equals instead of servants. The first Mages were born from this union. Coupled with the ordinary spirit practitioners, the spirits now had an army to rebel against Gaia.”

Harry latched onto one particular detail. "My ancestors were involved in this rebellion?"

"Alexander Potter led the human contingent. Thousands of spirits, wizards and spirit practitioners came together to rebel against Gaia.”

Ayano leaned forward. "What about the Kannagi clan?"

"They were present too,” Baxi replied, “though they went by a different name back then, and hadn't yet established a clan. We spent decades planning the ritual to bind Gaia and sever our connection. We had to be careful not to alert it to our plans.”

Baxi gestured, and the temple walls faded away. Rolling plains stretched beneath a star-filled sky, the air thick with tension and purpose. Harry, Ayano and Kaze found themselves standing amongst the scene as if they belonged there.

Massive stones lay scattered across the landscape like fallen giants. Fire spirits moved between them, illuminating the surroundings. Hundreds of figures bent over the rocks, using tools to carve intricate runes into each surface.

"The Mages designed the ritual, and the spirits powered it," Baxi explained as they watched the ritual circle flare to life. "It didn’t require Gaia’s presence for it to work, but as soon as it started, it alerted Gaia to what we were doing.”

The peaceful scene exploded into chaos. A massive thunderbird materialised above the ritual site, its wings spanning fifty metres as lightning coursed through its feathers. Each wingbeat sent crackling bolts earthward, but they struck against a transparent barrier that covered the ritual site.

The combined shield held firm under the initial assault. Hundreds of mages and wizards poured power into the barrier. Alexander Potter raised his wand, barking orders as defensive formations spread across the ritual site. The thunderbird's attacks intensified, but the defenders had prepared for this moment.

The great bird dove towards the barrier, transforming mid-flight. Feathers became scales as it struck the dome as a salamander the size of a cathedral. The impact cracked the shield in three places, molten rock dripping from the creature's hide as it clawed at the magical barrier.

Flame erupted from the salamander's maw, superheating the air until the dome glowed cherry-red. Several mages collapsed from the strain of maintaining their sections, but others stepped forward to replace them. The barrier held.

Harry watched in fascination as the defenders coordinated their response. The humans rotated through defensive positions, ensuring fresh power flowed constantly into their protection.

The salamander's assault grew more desperate. It circled the dome, breathing fire at different sections, testing for weakness. When it found none, the creature's form transformed again.

A massive sea serpent coiled around the barrier. Water erupted from nowhere as the leviathan squeezed, pressure building against the dome's exterior. Cracks spider-webbed across the shield's surface, but repair teams worked frantically to seal each breach.

The defenders struck back. Concentrated spells lanced out through carefully constructed apertures in the barrier, striking Gaia's shifting form. The Origin Spirit roared as magical fire and compressed air tore chunks from its manifestations. For the first time, it bled.

The battle raged for hours. Gaia cycled through dozens of forms—a phoenix, a wolf crackling, a bear, each bearing a different element. 

The assault took its toll on both sides. The wizards collapsed from exhaustion, their magical reserves drained by maintaining the massive shield. The spirits that were not involved in the ritual had run out of spiritual energy. But the worst toll was the bodies that littered the ritual site, hundreds of fallen sacrificed to defend their position.

Their efforts weren’t in vain. Gaia’s attacks grew weaker, and it stopped transforming to preserve its remaining energy reserves.

Alexander Potter seized the moment. Ritual circles that had been charging throughout the battle suddenly blazed with accumulated power. Binding chains formed around Gaia's weakened form—gossamer threads of pure magic that wrapped tighter with each passing second.

The Origin Spirit's struggles slowed. For one heart-stopping moment, victory seemed assured.

Then Gaia began to laugh. The sound sent ice through Harry's veins—a noise filled with terrible amusement and desperate fury. The Origin Spirit's form convulsed within its bonds, power building towards some final, catastrophic release.

Baxi's voice cut through the mounting tension. "Gaia was beaten. The binding ritual was almost complete. But rather than accept defeat, it chose the nuclear option. The Severing."

“The Severing?” Kaze asked.

Baxi sighed. “Just watch.”

Light erupted from Gaia's centre, starting as a pinprick of brilliance before expanding outward in all directions. The glow intensified until it hurt to look at directly, washing out every detail of the battlefield.

Harry shielded his eyes as the expanding sphere of energy consumed everything in its path. Alexander Potter stood defiant in those final moments, his emerald eyes blazing with determination even as the light reached him. Then his ancestor simply wasn't there anymore.

The glare lasted only seconds, but when it faded, nothing remained. The ritual site had vanished, along with the scattered stones, the defensive barriers, and almost every living thing that had participated in the battle. 

"What you witnessed was Gaia severing every connection it had with the spirits,” Baxi said. “Bonds that had existed for millennia—all destroyed in a single moment."

"This is horrifying,” Ayano said. “So many lives wasted.”

Baxi continued. "The act freed every spirit from Gaia's influence, but not in the way we'd hoped. The method was catastrophic. The sudden breaking of so many bonds created an explosion that killed most of the participants."

Harry stared at the crater where his ancestor had made his final stand. "Gaia survived this?"

Baxi shrugged. “I don’t know. Gaia disappeared, never to be seen again.”

"Alexander Potter?" Harry asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Disintegrated. Along with most of the vessel bloodlines. I survived by the skin of my teeth.” Baxi paused. "Most survivors lost their memories of that day. I was one of the lucky few who survived with memories intact. Or unlucky, depending on how you look at it.”

The illusion dissolved. Harry stared at the temple walls, his mind reeling from the scope of destruction he'd witnessed.  The numbers staggered him. Entire bloodlines wiped out. His lineage had endured only because Alexander wasn’t the only Potter remaining.

But the Severing likely had an impact on a family’s ability to produce vessels. The Potter family was severely affected. Harry wondered how widespread the effects of the Severing were. Did it affect the vessels and spirits that didn’t participate in the battle? It would explain why his ancestors remained ignorant of why they lost their ability to produce vessels. They suffered from memory loss.

Catherine's warnings came back into focus. She'd mentioned Gaia by name. Was it the same entity? How did it survive? Why was it only appearing now?

The implications were terrifying. An immortal entity with centuries to nurse its grudges wouldn't risk a direct confrontation again. It was a puppet master, pulling strings from behind the scenes, building towards some ultimate retribution. The scope of the threat dwarfed everything he'd faced before. Voldemort and Typhoon seemed as threatening as a kitten by comparison. 

Ayano frowned. “It looks like we need to join Catherine’s Spirit Alliance after all.”

“That’s right,” Harry agreed. “We'll speak to her when we return.”

Harry was going to ask Baxi a follow-up question when he realised he had a more pressing concern. 

"What about the Black Wind?" Harry asked. "Is that a result of the Severing?"

Baxi nodded slowly. "Look at the different elemental spirits around the world. You'll notice they were all affected somehow. Flame spirits suffer from volatile tempers. Lightning spirits are afflicted by bouts of madness. They pass these afflictions on to the spirit practitioners.”

Harry nodded. The Balan family was a prime example.

Baxi gestured to himself. "Even my kind didn't remain untouched. Why do you think we're found in isolated places, living as hermits? We become hypnotised by our own illusions, spending days or months trapped inside false realities. Sometimes we lose control entirely. Some of those UFO sightings humans report? We’re responsible for those."

Kaze's form flickered. "That doesn't sound as severe as what the wind spirits endured."

"They were the hardest done by,” Baxi sighed. "A Wind Spirit King was the first spirit to incite rebellion against Gaia. The wind spirits also volunteered the most spirits for the battle. They suffered the heaviest losses."

"That explains why our numbers were so few compared to other spirits," Kaze said quietly.

Baxi continued. "I wonder if Gaia consciously directed the Severing's effects to affect the wind spirits the worst. Perhaps it was punishing them since they were the main instigators."

Kaze fell quiet. It seemed the fate of his kind affected him a lot. Was he proud that the wind spirits were the ones leading the way to stand up against Gaia’s oppression? Did he have room to be proud, given their current state?

"What exactly is the Black Wind state?” Harry asked, changing the subject. “Beyond being some curse Gaia inflicted on wind spirits."

"I can't say for certain." Baxi stood. "But I have a method to find out. Ready to get started?"

“What are you going to do?”

“It’s hard to explain. It’s better to experience it.”

“Will this help me control the Black Wind?”

“I have a feeling that knowing what you're dealing with is half the battle.”

Harry took a breath. “I’m ready.”

Baxi's hands pressed against Harry's forehead. The temple dissolved around them. Harry found himself floating in an endless void, with no point of reference to know up from down, which was disorientating. When he tried to move, he discovered that he didn’t have a physical body. Instead, he was insubstantial like a gust of wind.

He experimented with his new form. The freedom intoxicated him—no flesh to weigh him down, no bones to constrain his movement. 

After the novelty wore off, he remembered his mission. Find the source of the Black Wind state. 

Harry drifted through the void without direction. Hours seemed to pass—or perhaps minutes. Time held no meaning here. Then he heard it: a voice, faint but familiar. The same voice that had seized control of his body during the fight with Typhoon.

He followed the sound until a scene materialised before him. A lake stretched across his vision, its surface black as obsidian. Woodlands bordered the water, the depths dark and uninviting. A boy sat at the lake's edge, staring into the dark water with unwavering focus.

Harry approached, trying to speak, but no sound emerged from his spirit form.

"Do you know what this place is?" the boy asked without looking up. "It's where I first met Gaia. I was a naive child then, thinking I'd encountered a god."

The boy turned. Emerald eyes identical to Harry's own stared back at him. "How can we have a conversation with you in that form?"

The boy waved his hand. Harry's spirit body condensed, reforming into his familiar human shape. He crashed to the ground, surprised by the sudden weight and the sharp pain that followed.

"Who are you?" Harry scrambled to his feet. "You're a vessel, aren't you?"

"Call me Night."

"Night." Harry dusted himself off. "I'm—"

"I know who you are."

"Right." Harry studied the boy's face. "I'm supposed to be looking for the source of the Black Wind state. Are you the one responsible for it?"

"You could say that. Though it's not voluntary."

"How did you take control of my body? Why?"

"Typhoon was an eyesore. I wasn't going to let him escape because you failed to kill him. Plus, it thwarted—" Night cut himself off.

"What were you about to say?"

"Never mind."

"What do you mean by 'not voluntary'?"

Night returned his gaze to the black lake. "Do you know who I am? I used to be the most powerful spirit practitioner in the world. I was contracted to Gaia."

Harry’s eyes widened. "Baxi didn't mention Gaia having a partner."

"That's because no one knew. I was kept locked away, used like an indentured servant. I used to boast about being contracted to the most powerful spirit, but it was an empty boast. We weren't partners. I was used and discarded when Gaia no longer needed me."

"Discarded how?"

"How else? The Severing. What happens to someone contracted to Gaia when it severs all bonds?" Night's laughter held no humour. "It's nothing pleasant. But it was worse for me. Instead of simply dying, Gaia used me as an instrument for its revenge against the wind spirits."

"So you are the Black Wind."

"I prefer Night."

Harry sat beside him on the lake's edge. "I'm looking for a way to control the Black Wind. How do I manage that? Is it as simple as becoming friends with you?"

"Are you an idiot?" Night's emerald eyes flashed with irritation. "How could it be that easy? Didn't I tell you it wasn't voluntary?"

"But you have some control. Otherwise, you couldn't have taken over my body."

"Do you think that's a good thing? What does it mean to completely surrender to the Black Wind state? Perhaps I was simply taking advantage of the situation to possess your body. Do you know what it feels like to be trapped here for centuries?"

Harry shook his head. "I can't imagine.” 

He paused as something occurred to him. “The Black Wind afflicts every wind spirit. Does that mean there are multiple versions of you?"

"More like fragments." Night picked up a stone, skipping it across the black water. "It's why I'm becoming stronger. As more wind spirits die, the fragments return and merge with my main consciousness. Voldemort did me a huge favour by killing so many wind spirits."

"Are you the main fragment? Is that why I'm having particular problems?"

"Yes. I also gained a boost when you absorbed that demon's powers."

"Did you make that possible?"

Night stared at him. "Let me reiterate. Are you stupid? You're a vessel. The title doesn't simply mean allowing deep connections with spirits—it's the ability to absorb spiritual energy as well. Susanoo may have been a demon, but he used spirit energy."

Harry absorbed this revelation. He should have made that connection sooner, but at least it cleared up one mystery.

"Now that I understand the situation better, I need to know,” Harry said. “Are you truly against me? If not, will you help me?"

"What's in it for me?"

"Did you know Gaia is still out there? I need all the help I can get. I was going to ask my ancestor to train me to unite my two powers and become a true Mage, but I think you're the better option."

"Not interested."

"Don't you want revenge?"

Night's expression remained blank. "After living for centuries in this state, I find little to care about."

"Except anger. Are you pushing your rage onto me? Is that why I’m easily triggered?"

Night didn’t respond.

"Will you at least think about it?" Harry pressed. "In the meantime, could you ease up on the Black Wind state? I'd appreciate some peaceful moments."

"I'm done with this conversation."

Harry grinned. “Okay. But I’ll come visit you. You must be lonely, right?” 

Night raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Harry gasped, his eyes flying open. He was in his body again, sitting inside Baxi’s temple. It was disorientating, and he fell to the side, but Ayano caught him before he could hit the floor. 

“Are you alright?” Ayano asked. 

Harry nodded, taking a moment to get used to his body. “That was a little disorientating.”

“What did you learn?” Kaze asked. 

“You’re not going to believe it,” Harry said, taking a breath before he started to explain what had transpired.

Ayano frowned. “Can you trust this Night?” 

Harry shrugged. “Time will tell. But he’s the best bet if I’m going to learn to be a Mage.”

Baxi entered the temple. “You have awakened. Have you got what you’ve come for?”

“I have,” Harry said. “Thank you for your help. I don’t know what you did, but I was able to meet with the source of the Black Wind. How do I return to that place again?”

“Practice.” Baxi grinned. “Once you’ve done it the first time, it becomes much easier. Just meditate and focus on returning, using something as a beacon to guide you there.”

Harry rose to his feet. “We need to get going. If there is anything you need, you can find me in England.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

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Harry touched down in the alley behind Grimmauld Place, Ayano still in his arms. The familiar London air smelled foul after the crisp mountain atmosphere of Tibet. Kaze materialised beside them, his form flickering with agitation.

"Something's wrong," the spirit said, drifting toward the house.

Harry set Ayano down and surveyed the street. Three official Ministry vehicles sat parked outside his front door. A cluster of reporters huddled on the opposite pavement, trying to look inconspicuous on the Muggle street but doing a poor job of it. 

"Vultures," Ayano muttered.

“Time to face the music,” Harry said. “Or maybe I should scare them off.”

Ayano shook her head. “While that will be satisfying to see, it will cause problems in the long term.”

They approached the front door, pushing through the crowd of reporters who immediately pounced upon him.

"Mr Potter! Can you comment on the King's Cross incident?"

"Is it true you attacked two Muggles?"

"What's your response to calls for your arrest?"

Harry ignored the barrage of questions and opened the door. After Ayano had entered, he slammed the door in the reporters' faces.

"Master has returned," the house-elf said, relief evident in his voice. "Many visitors are waiting. Very angry visitors."

Harry stepped inside, Ayano close behind. The entrance hall buzzed with activity. Ministry officials in formal robes clustered near the sitting room, their voices carrying heated discussion. Daphne emerged from the kitchen, her face pale but determined.

"Thank Merlin, you're back," she said, embracing him briefly. "It's been chaos here."

“Why did you let them in?” Harry asked. 

“Kingsley was with them,” Daphne said. “I can hardly say no to the Minister of Magic. They don’t have access to the rest of the house. Kreacher is making sure of that.”

Harry groaned. “I would rather not deal with them right now.”

“You will have to do it at some point,” Daphne said. “There’s something I want you to see.”

She led them into the dining room, where stacks of Howlers sat smoking on the table. Several had already burst into flames, leaving charred remains scattered across the mahogany surface. The few intact letters trembled ominously, red smoke seeping from their seals.

"Hate mail?" Ayano asked.

"Death threats, mostly," Daphne replied. "Some who supported you for attacking Muggles. The usual lunatic fringe."

“They weren’t Muggles.”

Daphne shrugged. “They don’t know that.”

Heavy footsteps announced Kingsley's arrival. The Minister swept into the room, his purple robes billowing behind him.  

"Harry." Kingsley's voice carried steel. "We need to talk. Now."

Harry crossed his arms. "I'm listening."

"Where the hell have you been?" Kingsley demanded. "You vanished after killing two people in front of dozens of Muggles. Do you have any idea what mess you've left behind?"

"They were trying to murder children."

"That's not the point!" Kingsley's composure shattered entirely. "The ICW is breathing down my neck. Half the Wizengamot wants you arrested. The other half thinks you've gone completely mad."

Ayano stepped forward. "Harry saved lives. If he hadn't acted—"

"Miss Kannagi, with respect, this doesn't concern you," Kingsley snapped.

Harry's eyes flashed azure. "Don't speak to her like that."

The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. Kingsley took a deep breath, visibly controlling himself.

"I'm sorry," he said to Ayano. "The pressure's getting to me. But Harry, you can't keep disappearing when crises arise. The public needs explanations. The Ministry needs cooperation."

"What explanations?" Harry asked. "The Balans attacked innocent people. I stopped them."

"By decapitating one and strangling another nearly to death."

"They're alive, aren't they?"

Kingsley rubbed his temples. "The surviving twin is in St Mungo's. Traumatised beyond belief. The girl, Cristina, refuses to speak to anyone."

"Give her to me. I will get information out of her. Regina Bowles was the one behind the attack. I still need to track her down."

"That’s the Auror's job, Harry. The footage—"

"What footage?"

Kingsley gestured toward the window, where camera flashes continued outside. "Muggle security cameras captured everything. It was a huge mess to clean up everything."

Harry shrugged. "Not my problem."

"It bloody well is your problem!" Kingsley exploded. "The ICW is launching a full investigation. They want you suspended from all public activities pending their findings."

"Suspended from what?"

"Everything. Quidditch, and your foundation work." Kingsley's voice turned grim. "Iggy's already received the order. You're off the Tornados roster until further notice."

Harry stared at him. "They can't do that."

"They can and they have. The British Ministry supported the decision."

"You supported it?"

Kingsley's silence answered the question.

Harry laughed, but the sound held no humour. "Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Next time terrorists attack King's Cross, I'll just let them get on with it, shall I?"

"That's not what I'm saying—"

"Isn't it?" Harry's voice turned dangerous. "You want me to stand aside while innocent people die because it might create paperwork?"

Kaze materialised between them, his form solid and imposing. "Perhaps we should continue this discussion when everyone's calmer."

Kingsley glanced at the spirit, then back at Harry. "The investigation will be thorough but fair. If you cooperate, this could be resolved quickly."

"And if I don't cooperate?"

"Then you'll face the full weight of international magical law." Kingsley straightened his robes. "I'm trying to help you, Harry. Don't make this harder than it needs to be."

After Kingsley left with his entourage, Harry ran a hand through his hair, resisting the urge to smash something. 

"Well," Daphne said, "that went better than expected."

"How could it have gone worse?"

"They could have arrested you."

Harry snorted. "Let them try."

A knock interrupted their conversation. Catherine McDonald entered without waiting for permission.

"Rough homecoming?" she asked, settling into a chair opposite Harry.

"You could say that."

Catherine studied his face. "Did your trip prove enlightening?"

Harry exchanged glances with Ayano. "We learned some things. About Gaia."

Catherine's composure slipped for just a moment. "What did you learn?"

Harry recounted their encounter with Baxi, the history of the Severing, and his meeting with Night. Catherine listened without interruption, her expression growing increasingly grave.

"The Origin Spirit," she murmured when he finished. "We suspected but couldn't prove it. This explains so much."

"What's the Spirit Alliance doing about it?"

"For the moment, gathering intelligence. Building alliances. There’s still too much we don’t know,” Catherine leaned forward. "We need you, Harry. More than ever now."

"The timing's convenient. I've got nothing but free time."

"Is that a yes?"

Harry looked at Ayano, who nodded slightly. "We're in. Both of us."

Catherine smiled. "Excellent. There's a gathering next week in New York. All the major players will attend. You'll meet the other Alliance members, learn about our operations."

"When do we leave?"

"Tomorrow, if you're ready. The sooner we get you out of Britain, the better. The ICW investigators won't follow you to America."

Daphne frowned. "I wish I could come with you.”

Harry reached across the table, taking her hand. "You could take a break from Hogwarts"

"And abandon my NEWTs? I think not." Daphne squeezed his fingers. "I’ll keep my ear to the ground and let you know what’s going on here. Depending on the results of the investigation, you may not want to return.”

“As if that will stop me.”

Catherine stood. "I'll make the arrangements. We leave tomorrow evening."

After she left, Harry turned to Ayano. "Are you sure about this? This could get dangerous.”

"My father trained me to be a warrior," Ayano replied. "This is what I was meant for."

Daphne sighed. "Just promise me you'll be careful. Both of you."

"Always are," Harry said.

"That's what I'm afraid of."

The next evening, Harry stood in his bedroom, shoving clothes into a travel bag. He was going to pack light. If he needed more clothes, he could purchase them in America.

Kreacher appeared with a crack, holding Harry's formal robes. "Master will need these for important meetings."

"I don’t think Americans like wearing robes." Harry folded the robes carefully. "But I’ll take them just in case. Look after Daphne while I'm gone. And keep the reporters away."

"Kreacher will protect the house and Mistress," the elf promised. 

The wind spirits would remain behind, despite their protests. They'd grown accustomed to his presence, following his commands without question. Leaving them behind felt wrong, but they served a purpose here. They would maintain his surveillance network and protect his friends and family.

Kaze would handle any major incidents requiring Tempest's intervention. That thought troubled him. It felt like he was abandoning Britain. Regina remained at large, and she had the potential to cause more chaos. It was only pure speculation on his part, but she was likely working for Gaia. If only he had caught her earlier.

He found it hard to decide what to prioritise most. Should he go after the major threat, or deal with the volatile woman and potentially learn something about Gaia’s plans? Maybe meeting with the alliance would help him decide.

Ayano knocked on the doorframe. "Ready?"

Harry shouldered his bag. "Let's go."

They made their way downstairs, where Catherine waited. Daphne hugged them both goodbye, whispering warnings about trusting strangers and keeping safe.

"The portkey activates in thirty seconds," Catherine said, holding out an old boot. "Destination: Manhattan."

"Here we go," he murmured.

The world dissolved around them in a whirlwind of colour and sensation. When it reformed, they stood atop a skyscraper overlooking the glittering expanse of New York City. Wind whipped around the rooftop, carrying the sounds of traffic and life far below.

"Welcome to New York," Catherine said. 

So, what do you think? In the next chapter, Harry meets with the alliance and starts learning to become a Mage.

Thanks for reading.