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Hecate stirred awake in the stillness of the night, her surroundings quiet except for the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the window. She instinctively opened her Constellation Nurturing System panel, scanning through the details with keen interest.
Her gaze lingered on the Vampirisation status, a new addition to her attributes.
"Vampirisation... 5%," she muttered, her brows furrowing slightly. It must have been from that ritual involving vampire blood. Tsk.
Curiosity compelled her to press on the term, bringing up a detailed description.
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[Vampirisation—5%]
Purified blood of multiple vampires has been introduced into your system.
Current Effects:
Pale skin: Luminous under sunlight.
Slightly elongated fangs.
Future Potential:
Higher vampirisation levels may lead to evolution into a Vampire Lord, granting increased power and abilities.
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"At least there are no significant changes... for now," she said, her tone laced with cautious relief.
With a faint smile, she decided to test her new skill, [Wandering Eyes]. Her eyes glowed dimly as she activated the ability, and a panel appeared in her vision when she focused on her robe—the one gifted by the God of Death.
[Aetherial Veil]
Crafted by: The Greek Constellation Argo Navis
Craftsman: Argus, a symbol of unparalleled craftsmanship in Greek mythology.
Attributes:
Protection from low divine-grade attacks or below.
Adaptive form: Changes appearance based on the wearer's imagination.
Self-cleaning and regenerative properties.
Charisma +25: Enhances the wearer's allure.
Exudes a calming aura.
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A faint grin tugged at her lips as she admired the craftsmanship. "Even the gods seem generous when they want to be," she mused.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the gentle movement of the little dragon. Hovering near her, the creature emitted soft chirps before curling into her lap. It gazed at her with wide, trusting eyes, its frost-tinged breath casting faint trails in the air.
A panel appeared before her as she observed the dragon.
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[Bewilderbeast Mutant (Male)]
Name: ——
Skills:
Frost Breath
Timeless Ice
Minor Shadow Manipulation
Sky Dancer
San Galgano's Armor
Current Mood: Happy, familial love.
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"Little one needs a name," Hecate said softly, her hand brushing over its smooth scales. "Glacielle. A cute name, don't you think?"
The dragon blinked at her, as if committing her face to memory, before chirping happily and licking her cheeks. Hecate let out a rare, genuine smile.
For the first time in what felt like forever, her usually cold heart felt a flicker of warmth.
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By the time morning arrived, Hecate had resolved to reveal her Animagus form to the professors. With her new abilities, rising vampirisation was of little concern for now , and the bond she was forming with Glacielle, the night had given her much to contemplate—and even more to prepare for.
Her ascension as a constellation seemed inevitable, but the path ahead was bound to be filled with challenges, intrigue, and, perhaps, more moments of genuine connection like the one she shared with Glacielle.
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The day of the press conference had arrived, and the hall was filled with an electric buzz of anticipation. The Daily Prophet had dispatched its most seasoned reporters at Dumbledore's request—a move that underscored the weight of this event. Given the tumultuous state of the magical world, anything endorsed by Dumbledore carried immense significance, and his influence was undeniable.
The hall was decorated with banners bearing the Hogwarts crest and subtle motifs of silver and purple—colors meant to reflect the Targaryen lineage and its elegance. Dozens of reporters, quills poised and cameras ready, waited eagerly for the announcement.
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Dumbledore stepped up to the podium, his presence immediately silencing the room. His calm yet authoritative demeanor commanded respect, and when he began speaking, the room hung on his every word.
"Today, we gather to celebrate a momentous occasion—the introduction of a remarkable young witch who has achieved feats once thought impossible. It is with great pride that I present to you the youngest Animagus in recorded magical history, Hecate Targaryen, of the ancient Targaryen family!"
The crowd collectively gasped, murmurs breaking out immediately.
"Ancient family? Targaryen? How have we not heard of them before?"
"The youngest Animagus? How young is she?"
"Impossible!"
The questions came in waves, the chaos mounting as speculation grew. But as the reporters whispered among themselves, the sound of footsteps on the polished floor captured their attention.
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Two figures emerged from the shadows, walking gracefully toward the podium. The first was a tall, dignified woman—Lysandra—representing the Targaryen family. Her regal bearing, sharp features, and air of authority commanded respect without a single word.
Beside her was Hecate Targaryen herself. Her appearance was breathtaking: cascading silver hair, shimmering slightly under the lights, luminous pale skin that seemed to glow, and piercing purple eyes that held a mix of wisdom and youth. She exuded an aura of both mystery and power, her stride confident but not overbearing.
The hall fell silent, every eye drawn to the pair.
Hecate stepped forward and took hold of the magically enhanced microphone, her voice steady and poised.
"Greetings, my name is Hecate Targaryen. It is a pleasure to meet you all."
Her tone was calm yet commanding, every word carrying weight. Beside her, Lysandra stood silently, her presence a reminder of the Targaryen family's newfound significance.
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A man wearing glasses stood and raised his hand, quill ready. Hecate nodded, granting him permission to speak.
"Miss Targaryen, is it true that you are an Animagus? And if so, how old are you?"
Hecate smiled faintly, her expression unreadable.
"Yes, I am an Animagus. I am 13 years old."
The hall erupted into gasps.
"Thirteen? Impossible!"
"In her second year, she achieved something most adult witches and wizards never do!"
"Her physique doesn't even look like a 13-year-old's!"
The skepticism in the room was palpable, but Dumbledore raised his hand, his calm voice cutting through the noise.
"Please, calm yourselves. What Miss Targaryen has stated is entirely true. Though her physical appearance may resemble that of someone older, she is indeed 13 years old. Every professor at Hogwarts can vouch for her age, and should there be any doubt, the Ministry is welcome to investigate our records."
His reassurance quieted the room, though the lingering disbelief in the reporters' eyes was evident.
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"Miss Targaryen," a bolder reporter called out, "could you show us your Animagus form?"
Hecate nodded. Without hesitation, she stepped away from the podium and began her transformation.
Before their eyes, her body shifted and grew, magic swirling around her like a silver-blue storm. Gasps echoed as she morphed into a creature unlike any Animagus ever recorded—a hybrid of dragon and dinosaur, awe-inspiring in its majesty.
Her towering form was covered in shimmering silver-blue scales, her long neck adorned with majestic golden horns forming a crown. Her jaw resembled that of a triceratops, powerful yet elegant. Her tail, lined with sharp thorns, ended in graceful white feathers that swayed with every movement.
The most breathtaking feature, however, was her wings: two large, powerful ones that seemed designed for battle, complemented by two smaller wings that added balance and grace.
The reporters were stunned into silence, flashes from cameras illuminating the room as quills scribbled furiously. The sheer magnificence of her form left them in awe, a testament to her unparalleled power and control.
After a few moments, Hecate reverted back to her human form. To demonstrate her mastery further, she retained her wings—now appearing as an angelic figure with four silver wings extending gracefully behind her.
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The calculated move worked flawlessly. What could have been perceived as monstrous was now viewed as divine. Her angelic form radiated intelligence, purity, and unmatched magical prowess.
The murmurs in the hall turned to admiration.
"Incredible..."
"She's not just powerful; she's brilliant."
"An angel of magic..."
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A reporter stood up, his voice steady despite his obvious awe.
"Miss Targaryen, given your accomplishments, don't you believe there's little left for you to learn as a second-year student at Hogwarts?"
Hecate smiled, her tone confident but respectful.
"Yes, I believe so as well. That is why I will be presenting a formal request to skip a few years. I intend to study alongside the fifth-years."
Her words sent another wave of murmurs through the crowd. The reporters turned to Dumbledore, who nodded solemnly.
"Miss Targaryen's request has already been discussed with the Hogwarts faculty. Should her performance meet the required standards, we see no reason to deny her this opportunity."
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The press conference, which had been proceeding with an air of excitement and discovery, took a sudden and dramatic turn. As Hecate finished explaining her intentions to study with the fifth-years, a wave of unease swept through the room. A strange reporter, sweating profusely and nervously clutching his wand, raised it with a trembling hand.
"Avada Kedavra!"
The incantation rang out, chilling the room. The sickly green spell shot from his wand, speeding toward Hecate. Gasps erupted from the reporters, their faces frozen in horror. Time seemed to slow as the spell closed in, its deadly glow reflecting in the stunned faces of those present.
But Hecate stood unmoving, her expression calm, almost as if she had anticipated this.
she already used the wandering eyes skill to observe the reporters so it wasn't much of a surprise. and she was sure that lysandra , a clone who is using the Faceless skill , would also notice.
in a way , she trusted herself to take care of it .
Suddenly, from the large windows behind the podium, thick, twisting vines burst into the room. One branch shot forward, coiling protectively around Hecate just in time. The Killing Curse struck the bark of the vine, causing it to blacken and wither, but it left Hecate untouched.
The room fell into a stunned silence, the reporters staring wide-eyed as more vines snaked toward the attacker. In an instant, they wrapped around him, suspending him mid-air like a helpless puppet.
Amidst the chaos, the room searched for the source of the vines. Was it Hecate? Dumbledore? Another unknown entity? Their eyes landed on Lysandra, her hand raised as though clutching something invisible.
Her expression was one of cold fury, her normally serene demeanor replaced by a terrifying aura of authority.
"How dare you attempt to harm my people, you insignificant ant!" she hissed, her voice laced with venom.
The vines, responding to her anger, tightened around the would-be assassin. The sound of the magical tendrils creaking as they constricted was the only noise in the otherwise silent room. Slowly, she motioned with her hand, and the vines obeyed, dragging the attacker forward like an offering to their master.
The display of magic left everyone speechless. The speed of the response, the precision of the vines, and, most importantly, the absence of a wand—it was all too much to process.
"That was wandless magic…" someone whispered in awe.
Even Dumbledore, a man known for his composure and unparalleled magical knowledge, appeared rattled. He muttered under his breath, his sharp eyes flicking between Lysandra and Hecate.
"How many abilities do they possess?"
The reporters stared at the suspended attacker, fear and admiration blending in their expressions. Cameras clicked incessantly, capturing the surreal moment.
With the attacker subdued, Lysandra stepped forward, her commanding presence demanding attention. Her voice, powerful and unwavering, filled the room.
"I am Lysandra Targaryen, the representative of the ancient and noble Targaryen family!"
She paused, allowing her words to sink in. The room, still reeling from the attack, hung on her every syllable.
"In the past, we did not concern ourselves with the outside world. We deemed it… beneath us. But as we observed the state of the magical community, we could no longer remain idle."
Her eyes swept over the crowd, her gaze piercing and unforgiving.
"Werewolves running unchecked. Rampant discrimination. Innocent lives taken without justice. The reckless use of dark magic. This chaos is not befitting of a world that calls itself magical. It is disappointing, to say the least."
Her voice grew colder, each word a blade cutting through the air.
"From this day forward, the Targaryen family will no longer stand idly by. We shall intervene where it is necessary, guide where guidance is needed, and protect those who cannot protect themselves. The era of our silence is over!"
The room erupted in whispers. The implications of her words were immense. The Targaryens, a family cloaked in mystery and power, were stepping into the spotlight.
Turning to Dumbledore, Lysandra softened her tone slightly, though her authority remained intact.
"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore shall have our support—for now. The Targaryen family recognizes the need for unity in these troubled times, and we will lend our strength to ensure that balance is restored to this world."
Dumbledore inclined his head, his expression one of cautious gratitude. He had not expected such a bold declaration but knew the weight it carried.
The attacker, still suspended, was handed over to Aurors who had arrived after the chaos. The reporters, though shaken, continued their work, their questions now filled with an even greater urgency.
"Hecate, was this an isolated attack, or do you believe there's a greater conspiracy at play?"
"Lysandra, can you elaborate on the family's abilities and intentions?"
"Dumbledore, how do you plan to work with the Targaryens moving forward?"
The conference, meant to celebrate Hecate's achievements, had become a stage for something far greater—the reentry of an ancient and powerful family into the magical world.
Hecate and Lysandra left the podium together, their regal bearing unshaken. They had sent a clear message: the Targaryens were here, and they were a force to be reckoned with.
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Front Page of the Daily Prophet
"The Rise of the Targaryens: A New Era for the Magical World"
Yesterday's press conference at Hogwarts was nothing short of groundbreaking. In a day that began as a celebration of young Hecate Targaryen's Animagus achievement, the magical world bore witness to extraordinary revelations, powerful declarations, and a dramatic attack that nearly turned deadly.
Hecate Targaryen, a second-year student at Hogwarts, was introduced as the youngest Animagus in recorded history. At just 13 years old, she displayed her transformation—a stunning, dragon-like form that left reporters and esteemed guests alike in awe. However, what unfolded next has shifted the magical world's attention to an even larger story: the return of the Targaryen family.
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"Ancient and Noble: Who Are the Targaryens?"
The Targaryen name has surfaced before in magical lore, but little was known about this elusive family—until now. Represented by the formidable Lysandra Targaryen, the family announced their intention to end centuries of isolation and intervene in the affairs of the magical world.
"We have watched for too long," Lysandra declared, her voice reverberating through the hall. "Chaos, injustice, and darkness have plagued this world. No more."
Her words carried both a promise and a warning. The Targaryens, once a myth, are stepping into reality as a force of change.
Lysandra's demonstration of wandless magic during the attack further confirmed the family's immense power. Questions remain: what other abilities do the Targaryens possess? And how will their involvement reshape our society?
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"Attack at the Podium: Attempt on Hecate Targaryen's Life"
The event took a shocking turn when an unidentified man, posing as a reporter, cast the Killing Curse at Hecate. The attack, however, was thwarted in dramatic fashion by vines that burst through the windows, shielding Hecate and apprehending the attacker.
The source of this magic? Lysandra Targaryen, who controlled the vines with nothing but a raised hand and an expression of wrath.
"How dare you harm my people!" she thundered, her fury as palpable as the vines that subdued the criminal.
Aurors are now investigating the attacker, though speculation abounds. Was he acting alone, or was this a larger plot to eliminate the rising Targaryens?
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"Hecate Targaryen: The Prodigy Animagus"
Hecate's Animagus form, a dragon-like creature of unparalleled beauty and power, left spectators breathless. With shimmering silver-blue scales, crowned horns, and wings built for both flight and battle, her transformation embodies the mythical and the majestic.
At the conference, Hecate demonstrated not only her form but her control, transitioning back to her human self while retaining her angelic four-winged appearance. This calculated move transformed fear into admiration, showing the world her mastery and maturity.
"I want to study with the fifth-years," Hecate boldly announced. Her request, supported by Dumbledore, signifies her desire to challenge herself academically and prepare for the future.
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"Dumbledore and the Targaryens: A New Alliance?"
Albus Dumbledore, ever the beacon of leadership, has welcomed the Targaryens' support in the fight against the rising tide of dark magic.
"For now, the Targaryens have pledged their support," Lysandra stated. "We recognize the need for unity in these troubled times."
This alliance raises many questions. How much influence will the Targaryens wield? Will their involvement spark hope—or fear?
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Editorial: A Turning Point for the Magical World
By Elvira Crenshaw, Senior Correspondent
The magical world has entered a new era. With the return of the Targaryens and the introduction of a prodigious young Animagus, one thing is certain: change is coming.
For centuries, we have endured cycles of peace and chaos, progress and regression. The Targaryens' decision to step into the public sphere could mark a turning point. Their power is undeniable, their intentions grand, but history warns us to tread carefully with those who hold such might.
Will they bring balance—or disruption? Only time will tell.
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Sub-Headlines and Briefs
"The Youngest Animagus in History: What It Means for Hogwarts"
"Attack Highlights Rising Tensions in Magical Society"
"The Targaryen Family: Ancient Myths Turned Modern Reality"
"Exclusive: Inside Dumbledore's Plans for Collaboration with the Targaryens"
"Hecate Targaryen's Four-Winged Form: An Angel or a Warrior?"
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The magical world now watches with bated breath. The Targaryens have emerged, Hecate has proven her genius, and their combined influence is already shaping the future. Will their presence bring order—or chaos?