"Master of Dreams and Mists, Bridge between Life and Death, the Eternal Symbol
of Luck—
As you can see, these are the grand titles mortals have bestowed upon the
Divine. As a wizard who counts himself among the fortunate, I have traveled
alongside Him into magical territories hitherto unknown and untrodden by our
kind. Now, I shall tell you His story."
Sean turned the page of Dreams and Deities, his fingers tracing the crisp
parchnt.
"Before I delve into my tale, it would be best if you have already read 'Dream
Stories.' I had originally intended to title this volu 'Dream Stories: The
Revised Edition,' but reality is often a cruel editor. The publisher refused to
grant the copyright, citing the fact that I had once accidentally demolished
their storefront. Truly, it was an honest mistake made while attempting to
relocate a runaway Erumpent..."
A ghost of a smile touched Sean's lips. He continued reading more closely.
"The Divine is a cat. Of this, I am certain. Or perhaps a powerful magical
creature of unknown origin? That remains a mystery. But great magic always
leaves a trail. If you are ever fortunate enough to cross His path, this book
will serve as your guide.
A wizard often carries conflicting beliefs. When you step into that Divine
realm—The Lands Between—rember this: Pure intent will guide you. It is my
belief that only a wizard with a clean soul will find favor with the Divine.
Should a butcher or a murderer stumble into that realm, they may find it less of
a dream and more of a brutal execution."
Why? Sean wondered.
Then he paused. He rembered the fragnt of Voldemort's soul he had
encountered, and the horrific fate that soul had t when he dragged Harry into
the dreamscape. He looked up, glancing at the back of Newt's head through the
crowd. He didn't know how the old Hufflepuff had arrived at this conclusion, but
it was remarkably accurate.
"If angels exist, then there is a part of the wizard's soul that mirrors them.
Conversely, the soul is not a single facet. Within us exists an 'Inverse Soul'—a
dark mirror that magical historians often associate with the demonic.
According to fragnts of ancient lore, this Inverse Soul is either the Devil
himself or one of his most loyal sentinels. When an Inverse Soul is unmasked or
cornered, it typically flees through a window; it screams at the night and
vanishes into the void. This motif appears repeatedly in the lusina
legends—when the 'demon-woman' is discovered, she flees through the roof or
the sky."
Sean felt a chill of realization. Magical history was vast, and Newt's words had
been verified by reality. In the world he knew, Voldemort often behaved exactly
like that—screaming in fury as he fled into the darkness of the night.
"When a wizard enters the Divine realm, we can be certain of one thing: they are
naked. Only the soul remains exposed. There, the Angel and the Demon within must
fight to the finish. Sadly, the Angel does not always win; as ti stretches on,
the Angel's retreat is often inevitable. Therefore, it is rare for a wizard to
enter the Divine realm, and even rarer for them to remain. Except... for the
Divine Himself."
"Sean!"
Hermione and Justin ca running over, clutching their signed copies. They
looked at Sean, then at the black cat on the cover, then back at Sean.
Hermione's face was practically glowing with suspicion. Justin looked
hesitant, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for a way to ask the
question.
"This cat..." Hermione began, her cheeks puffing out.
"It's a black cat," Sean said smoothly, looking up from the book with an
unbothered expression.
"Thank you, Sean. My eyesight hasn't failed yet," Hermione snapped. She
squinted at him, trying to find a crack in his mask.
Sean simply closed the book. "I'm going to buy this one."
"Fine. Then..."
Hermione swallowed her questions for now. She knew Sean; if he didn't want to
say, he wouldn't. But that didn't an she was giving up. She knew two other
people who had experienced these "dreams"—Ginny and Hannah. She would find her
own answers.
Diagon Alley, with its long cobblestone street, was ho to the most
intoxicating shops in the world. Any wizard could step into the back courtyard
of the Leaky Cauldron, tap the third brick from the left, and watch the gateway
to another world open.
Among the most popular stops was the broomstick shop, Quality Quidditch
Supplies. Today was no exception; the storefront was mobbed.
Harry and Ron, desperate to see what the fuss was about, managed to wedge
themselves through the crowd. Sean stayed back, leaning against a wall and
continuing his reading.
The boys finally reached the display stand. Resting on a pedestal was the most
magnificent broomstick they had ever seen.
"A sample... just arrived today," a square-jawed wizard told his companion in an
awestruck voice.
"Is it the fastest in the world, Dad?" a younger boy asked, tugging on his
father's arm.
"The Irish International side just placed an order for seven of these beauties!"
the shopkeeper announced proudly. "They're going to be the stars of the World
Cup!"
A large witch moved out of the way, and Harry finally saw the placard:
THE FIREBOLT This state-of-the-art racing broom features a streamlined,
superfine ash handle, diamond-polished and hand-numbered. Each birch twig in the
tail has been individually selected and honed to aerodynamic perfection, giving
the Firebolt unsurpassable balance and pinpoint precision. The Firebolt can
accelerate from 0 to 150 mph in ten seconds and incorporates an unbreakable
braking charm. Price on Request.
Price on Request... Harry started doing the math in his head. He knew he had a
small fortune in Gringotts, but the Firebolt looked like it cost more than a
house.
As Harry stared longingly at the broom, he didn't notice the other wizards
around him. He certainly didn't notice the large, shaggy black dog watching him
from the shadows of a nearby alley.
Sirius Black stood there, holding a copy of Dreams and Deities in his mind. He
watched his godson with an aching heart, and then his gaze drifted to the wizard
Harry followed—Sean Green.
Sirius didn't know it yet, but in the dreams he so desperately craved for peace,
it was all too easy to get lost. Because a wizard's soul has two sides, and when
the soul is "naked," the battle begins.
"When a wizard enters the Divine realm... the Angel and the Demon within must
fight to the finish..."
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