OK… deep breath.Apparently, I've become my game character. My name's Luna Potter — eldest child of the Potter family, Hogwarts Legacy heroine, destroyer of goblin rebellions… and, currently, a magical popsicle sealed inside a glowing blue crystal somewhere deep beneath Hogwarts.
Fantastic.
The moment the last of Ranrok's corrupted ancient magic entered me, everything went white. The next thing I knew, I was here — frozen, suspended, unable to move or speak. If I could roll my eyes, I would. Whoever designed this stasis crystal had a twisted sense of humor. It's like being trapped in a coffin made of frozen lightning.
I focus. I can feel my magic, a storm inside me begging to be released. I try a simple wordless spell first — a flick of my wrist and a pulse of energy meant to crack the shell. The crystal hums faintly in response… then does absolutely nothing. Not a single mark.
"Figures," I mutter in my head. "Wouldn't be a proper magical prison if it broke that easily."
Fine. Next, I try a sharper spell. Cutting hex, then a blasting curse. The energy rebounds harmlessly against the inner walls, rippling like light across ice. Not even a scratch. The crystal absorbs the force, feeding it right back into the stasis spell.
Great. My friends must've made this extra unbreakable just for me. Thanks, guys.
Still, I can't be too mad. They saved my life. If they hadn't sealed me, that corrupted magic would've torn me apart. I can feel it now — a dark current deep inside, like molten tar coiled around my soul. Whatever that ancient power was, it's no longer purely destructive… it's part of me.
Now if only I could get out.
I flare my magic again, just to test the limits. The crystal flares back, glowing like a star, before dimming again. I sigh mentally. "Yeah, no. That's not working either."
It's not like I have many options. My wand's gone — probably still lying somewhere near the remains of Ranrok's vault. And this crystal suppresses my ancient magic. Without a focus or a channel, I'm basically locked in magical sleep paralysis.
So… waiting it is.
I can't tell how long I've been here. Hours? Days? Years? Time doesn't really exist in stasis. My mind drifts through my new memories — my entire life as Luna Potter, replaying from start to finish in vivid, painful detail.
The childhood in Potter Manor.The whispered rumors that I was a squib.The fear before receiving my Hogwarts letter.The first time I touched a wand and felt magic respond.The carriage ride with Professor Fig.The dragon attack.Vault Twelve.That breathtaking moment when I first saw the strands of ancient magic.Every duel, every lesson, every friendship.Sebastian's pain.Ominis's loyalty.Natsai's laughter.And Fig's last words…
Every second plays in my mind like a movie I can't turn off — a story of who I was before I became this.
Maybe it's not all bad. The crystal may have trapped me, but it's also preserving me. My body won't age, and my magic is slowly, steadily adapting to the ancient energy. When — if — I get out, I might be more powerful than ever.
But for now? I wait.
I let the memories flow. I let my magic rest.And deep within the heart of the crystal, the faintest ripple of power begins to pulse — quiet, patient, and waiting for the world outside to remember me.