A young Silverwing is turned into a human to hide from Death Eaters. But by being forced to live as something else, she forgets parts of who she was before...
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Jessamine Lince is a Silverwing, a wing...
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Mioha was floating. Thick darkness enveloped her from all sides, shielding her from the pain she had felt before. She felt neither the burning sensation in her throat nor her throat at all.
She did not feel anything.
Hello?, Mioha tried to say, but no sound came out of her mouth. All remained silent.
The impenetrable darkness seemed to have no end. She started feeling panic rise inside her.
Was she dead? Would she float around, bodiless, forever? Until she lost her mind?
Mioha couldn't say how much time had passed. Her mind had grown dazed as if she was slowly dissolving into pieces. Even thinking the tiniest thoughts felt to be too much of an effort. Perhaps, later on, her brain would shrink until nothing was left anymore. Not even atom. Or quarks. Or whatever was smaller than quarks.
But then...bit by bit, the darkness seemed to weaken, like dark fabric getting worn out from being washed too often. Her surroundings started to brighten. It happened very slowly, barely noticeable, but soon the blackness had faded to a soft grey.
Mioha started to feel her body again. Her throat did not ache anymore as it had after drinking the mead. Instead, she felt perfectly fine.
Her heart suddenly jumped into a gallop at that realization.
So she was dead.
Mioha turned her head warily, searching for the light source that was driving the darkness away. She found a glowing ball of white light behind her, nearing her at a slow pace. The closer it got, the more Mioha felt her anxiety fade, which got replaced by a sudden calmness. The light felt soothing and when it was barely a meter away, all the grey had faded and brightened into a soft white.
Mioha gasped as the ball of light started to shape itself. It grew in length and width, legs sprouting and a head following until a creature stood before Mioha which she was very familiar with.
"Siya?", she whispered confused.
"Hello, sister", the Silverwing nickered gently. Her eyes twinkled happily and Siya stretched out her neck to nuzzle Mioha's cheek with her nose.
Mioha closed her eyes, feeling happiness warm her from head to toe. "So I am dead", she mumbled.
"No." Siya pulled her head back and looked at Mioha, her expression suddenly worried. "You were very close near death, but your human friend Harry Potter saved you."
Mioha's eyes widened. "He saved me?", she repeated. "But if I'm not dead, then where am I?"
Siya's ears flicked forward. "On a narrow edge between life and death", she replied. "Soon, you will be returning to the world of the living, and then I cannot reach you anymore."
