The rest of the day passed quickly.
After Lily's discharge, Nova brought the group back to the Sanctum Vault—a space hidden inside an enchanted trunk. Lily stepped inside, pausing just beyond the threshold. Her eyes scanned the room with mild surprise.
"Trunk-based dimension magic?" she murmured. "Haven't seen one of these before."
Nova just smiled at her.
Lily didn't ask more, but her gaze lingered on the architecture. She was also amazed and curious about the tele and various technological items.
After helping her settle in, Harry turned to Nova.
" Nova, do you have another one of those healing serums? Can I get that serum now? I will really you soon." he asked.
Nova nodded. With a flick of his wrist, a small crystalline vial floated into view. Inside swirled a thick, luminous liquid—golden-white with faint streaks of silver that moved like threads of starlight.
Lily blinked. "What… is that?"
Nova held it out to her. "Something that will surprise you. It'll rebuild what time and damage wore down. Cells, nerves, magical pathways—everything."
Lily looked at the vial warily. "That kind of regeneration isn't easy. Or common. What kind of potion is that?"
Nova offered no explanation, just said, " Later."
After a short pause, Lily took the vial. It was warm to the touch.
She uncorked it and drank in one smooth motion.
At first, nothing.
Then a slow bloom of warmth spread through her chest, racing outward through her limbs. Her muscles unknotted. Old tension she hadn't realized she still carried melted away. Even her magic—which had felt sluggish since waking—began to hum again, brighter, clearer.
She sat a little straighter. Her eyes felt sharper. Her breath came easier.
She touched her own wrist, startled by the faint tingling under the skin. It was like time was… unwinding.
Nova, silent, watched her reaction.
Lily lowered the empty vial, fingers curling loosely around it. "That… was incredible."
"You'll feel it fully kick in by tomorrow morning," Nova said. "Your body will return to its state from fourteen years ago. The damage is gone. Magic will stabilize too."
Harry grinned. "Told you he's good."
Lily glanced at Nova again. The timing. The power behind that serum. Everything about it felt… deliberate. As if someone had designed it specifically for her.
Too specific to be coincidence.
She didn't say it aloud. But her suspicion was now confirmation.
This Nova… wasn't just some mysterious mentor.
He was connected to the Trader.
"I'll leave you three to rest," Nova said casually, already heading for the exit. "I've got something to deal with."
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked.
Nova didn't stop walking. "Hunting."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "What kind of hunt?"
The portal opened ahead of Nova, swirling softly.
He paused at its edge, casting a glance over his shoulder.
"The ferret," he said. " No more specifically ferrets father."
Then he stepped through, and the portal closed behind him, leaving behind confused mother and son dou and a muggleborn.
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Nova stepped out onto a forest path, the air instantly colder against his skin. Shadows stretched between the trees, thick and unmoving, the last traces of moonlight filtered through the skeletal branches above.
The ground beneath his boots was soft with moss and dead leaves. It was complete ly quite and still.
He glanced up. No moon, no light, just complete darkness. The full moon had been a few days ago.
Nova tapped on the Omnitrix and twisted its dial, the faceplate whirring with familiar mechanical clicks as various silhouettes spun past the screen.
One interesting thing he'd learned about this world's wards—they were centered around beings with magic. The runes and enchantments were designed to detect and react to magical presence. If you had magic in your blood, active or dormant, the wards would respond.
But that didn't mean Muggles could bypass them freely either. No—Muggles, too, possessed magic, albeit in amounts so minuscule they were practically invisible to most detection spells. Like comparing a single drop of water to the ocean.
Still, that realization had opened up possibilities.
Some of his alien forms, he'd discovered, didn't register as magical at all. Not because they lacked power—but because their energy source was fundamentally alien. It wasn't magic. It was magic.
After testing with various aliens, he found that some aliens could easily bypass the wards, like they didn't exsist for them. But not at all aliens byspassed them easily. But it was still better than nothing, and it's completely a cheat in the world of magic.
His eyes narrowed as the right silhouette locked in.
Got you.
He slammed his hand down on the Omnitrix dial and a flash of green energy exploded outward—and Nova's form started shifting.
His skin turned pale white, almost translucent. Dark, tattered stripes crawled across his body like ink bleeding into paper. His limbs elongated unnaturally, fingers stretching into sharp, claw-like tips. One eye glowed with an eerie, purple hue, centered in a mass of swirling darkness under his hood-like skin. A mouth formed… slit wide open, no lips, no teeth—just a gaping, unsettling void that pulsed faintly with energy.
Ghostfreak.
Ghostfreak is one such alien, that can easily bypass any wards, like they didn't exist for him.
Ghostfreak slowly floated a few feet off the ground, weightless, untouched by gravity. The air around him grew colder, silence stretching unnaturally, like the forest itself was holding its breath.
He phased forward, through tree trunks and dense brush with ghostly ease. Soon he reached the outer layer of wards, of Malfoy Mansion.
Yup, he is here to hunt Lucius Malfoy.
The wards around the Malfoy Manor estate shimmered faintly but to Ghostfreak, they were meaningless. His presence didn't register as magical, not even a flicker.
He passed through the outer boundary without resistance.
No alarms and no resistance.
The wards of Malfoy Manor didn't even ripple in his presence.
Ghostfreak smiled and passed through the outer boundary like mist.
Beyond the wards, the sprawling estate stretched into view—an old, grand mansion made of pale, cold stone. Gothic spires rose into the night sky, with tall, narrow windows glinting faintly with internal light. Ivy crept along the weathered outer walls, though most of the exterior had been kept in pristine condition. The front gardens were unnaturally neat, magically maintained to a point of sterility.
Malfoy Manor.
The ancestral seat of one of the richest pureblood families in Britain.
Ghostfreak floated up to the second floor, phasing directly through the outer wall. The stone felt like nothing against his incorporeal form.
He emerged into a long corridor lined with expensive carpets and old portraits. Family members from centuries past glared down from the walls, some asleep, some murmuring quietly among themselves, unaware of the ghostly intruder slipping past.
He turned left.
The rooms here were individual bedrooms—clearly the private wing.
He phased into the third door on the left.
Draco Malfoy's room.
The teenager was asleep, sprawled across a silken green comforter, the Slytherin crest embroidered into the headboard. His mouth hung slightly open. His platinum hair was mussed. From his posture, he'd likely been tossing and turning before exhaustion won out.
Ghostfreak hovered over the bed, watching for a moment.
Then he phased down—passing directly into Draco's body.
There was no struggle. No pain. Not even a flicker of awareness.
Inside, Ghostfreak moved through the boy's memories—reading, absorbing, indexing.
Soon he found the required information and pulled out with a ripple of shadow and reformed above the sleeping boy.
Draco twitched in his sleep, but didn't wake.
Ghostfreak drifted silently back through the wall, following the familiar mental image he'd plucked from the boy's mind.
He turned down another hallway—this one lined with carved doors and darker wood. At the far end stood the master suite.
A single breath.
He phased through the ornate door.
Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa lay asleep in their grand four-poster bed, framed by heavy velvet curtains. The room was bathed in silver moonlight filtered through a tall window.
Antique wardrobes, a writing desk, and a pair of matching chaise lounges filled the space, arranged with cold, clinical perfection.
Ghostfreak hovered in the shadows near the ceiling.
His glowing eye focused on Lucius.
Found you.
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