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The ancient ward stones cast long shadows through the dark water as Harry approached the training grounds. Battle-Storm was already there, his scarred tail moving in precise patterns that sent currents swirling around him. Newt floated nearby in his bubble-head charm, scribbling enthusiastically in his waterproof notebook.
"Ah, young surface-dweller," Battle-Storm acknowledged as Harry arrived. The translator immediately converted his words. "I trust you slept well?"
"Yes, sir," Harry replied, adjusting his bubble-head charm. Itisa circled lazily in her own bubble, seeming thoroughly unimpressed by the early morning training session.
"Your cat seems comfortable with water magic," Battle-Storm observed, his scarred face showing a hint of amusement. "Perhaps she should teach you."
Newt coughed suddenly, and Harry shot him a warning look. Battle-Storm continued, either not noticing or choosing to ignore the exchange.
"First," the warrior said, "understand this: water-shaping is not like your surface magic. You cannot simply point and command." His tail cut through the water, creating a perfect spiral of current. "Water must be persuaded, not controlled."
Harry watched carefully. "Like working with magical creatures?"
"Precisely." Battle-Storm's eyes gleamed with approval. "The water remembers, surface-dweller. Every current carries the memory of its path. Our magic works with those memories, not against them."
"Fascinating," Newt murmured, his quill practically dancing across the pages. "The theoretical implications for magical fluid dynamics alone..."
Battle-Storm ignored him, focusing on Harry. "Watch closely." His webbed hands moved in a flowing gesture, and the water responded by forming a complex pattern of interwoven currents. "The movement must come from here." He touched his chest. "Not from your limbs alone."
Harry nodded, focusing intently.
"Your turn," Battle-Storm commanded. "Begin with a simple current-twist. Feel the water's natural flow, then guide it gently to your right."
Harry took a deep breath, which felt odd through the bubble-head charm. He tried to mimic Battle-Storm's gesture, but nothing happened. The water remained stubbornly still.
"No, no," Battle-Storm's tail flicked in frustration. "You're thinking like a surface-dweller. Stop trying to force the water. Feel its memory."
"Its memory?" Harry frowned. "I don't understand."
"Every drop of water remembers where it has been," Battle-Storm explained. "The glaciers it froze in, the rivers it ran through, the storms it fell from. That memory creates patterns – currents that want to flow certain ways. Our magic works with those patterns."
Harry tried again, focusing on the idea of water's memory. This time, he thought he felt something – a sort of resonance, similar to when he used his voice magic. But when he tried to shape it, the current scattered.
"Better," Battle-Storm conceded. "But still too forceful. Again."
For the next hour, Harry attempted increasingly frustrated variations of the current-twist. Newt's notebook filled with observations, and even Itisa seemed to be watching with more interest, though her expression remained distinctly judgmental.
"Perhaps," Newt suggested during a brief rest, "the difficulty lies in the fundamental difference between surface and sea magic? The theoretical framework—"
"The difficulty," Battle-Storm interrupted, "lies in thinking too much and feeling too little." He turned back to Harry. "Once more. This time, close your eyes."
Harry did so, trying to sense the water around him. He could feel the currents, tiny movements that seemed to carry echoes of vast distances. When he attempted to guide them, however, they slipped away like startled fish.
"Interesting," Battle-Storm mused. "You can sense the water's memory, but you fight against your own magic to reach it." His tail moved thoughtfully. "Perhaps we are approaching this from the wrong direction."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, opening his eyes.
"Your voice magic – it works with resonance, yes? Perhaps instead of trying to shape the water directly..." The warrior paused, considering. "But that is for tomorrow's lesson. You've done enough for today."
"But I haven't managed a single current-twist," Harry protested.
Battle-Storm's scarred face showed what might have been a smile. "Sometimes understanding how you cannot do something is as valuable as learning how you can." He glanced at the position of the bioluminescent patterns on the nearby coral. "Rest. Tomorrow, we try something different."
As they prepared to leave, Newt approached Harry excitedly. "Remarkable observations about magical resonance patterns!" He flipped through his notebook. "Though I must say, your cat seemed particularly interested in the discussion of water memory. Most unusual for a common house cat, wouldn't you say?"
Harry glanced at Itisa, who was now grooming herself in her bubble with elaborate unconcern. "She's just... very attentive."
"Hmm," Newt's eyes twinkled. "Rather like another magical creature I once knew. Though perhaps we should save that story for another time."
As they swam back toward the guest quarters, Harry could have sworn he heard Battle-Storm chuckle. Looking back, he saw the warrior watching Itisa with an expression that was far too knowing for comfort.
"Surface-dwellers," Battle-Storm murmured to himself. "Always full of surprises."
In her bubble, Itisa just purred.
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The deeper training area felt different from the ward stone grounds - darker, with strong natural currents that made Harry's bubble-head charm wobble slightly. Ancient coral formations created a natural amphitheater, their bioluminescent patterns casting shifting shadows through the water.
"Today," Battle-Storm announced, "we try something new." He gestured to Harry's wand. "You rely too much on that stick, but perhaps instead of abandoning it..."
"You want me to combine them?" Harry asked, surprised. "I thought you said surface magic doesn't work with water-shaping."
"I said water-shaping is not like surface magic," Battle-Storm corrected. "Different currents can flow together, surface-dweller. Watch."
The warrior demonstrated a complex pattern, multiple currents weaving together in a dance of light and motion. "Water remembers all paths, even ones not yet taken. Perhaps your magic can find a new one."
He raised his wand, but instead of casting a spell, he closed his eyes and hummed softly, letting his voice magic seek the water's resonance.
The current stirred slightly. Encouraged, Harry tried combining a gentle wand movement with his humming. The water responded more strongly, though not quite in the way Battle-Storm's had.
"Interesting," the warrior mused. "The current remembers your voice. Try..."
A sudden splash of movement interrupted him as Crystal-Harmony arrived, her tail cutting efficiently through the water. "Father said I might find you here..." She trailed off, noticing the strange patterns Harry's magic had created. "What are you doing?"
"Experimenting," Battle-Storm answered. "Your surface friend has an unusual approach to water magic. Continue, surface-dweller."
Harry felt his cheeks warm but focused on the water again. This time, he let his voice magic build slowly while tracing a spiral with his wand. The current followed the movement, but instead of forming Battle-Storm's clean patterns, it created something like visible sound waves in the water.
"That's not water-shaping," Crystal-Harmony observed, moving closer. "But it's... beautiful."
"Different," Battle-Storm corrected. "Not better or worse. Watch." He demonstrated the traditional current-twist again. "Now you try your way, surface-dweller."
Harry nodded, then began humming a mersong he'd learned at Hogwarts. His wand moved in time with the melody, and the water responded by creating luminous ripples that carried his voice magic through the currents.
"Remarkable!" Newt exclaimed, scribbling frantically. "The magical resonance patterns are completely unique! A perfect fusion of..."
"Quiet," Battle-Storm commanded. "Princess, why don't you show him your progress?"
Crystal-Harmony hesitated. "I'm not sure..."
"The water remembers ice as much as current," Battle-Storm said quietly. "Show him."
Taking a deep breath, Crystal-Harmony moved her hands in a pattern similar to Battle-Storm's. At first, nothing happened. Then tiny ice crystals began forming, following the current's natural flow.
"Good," Battle-Storm nodded. "Now, surface-dweller, try matching her rhythm with your voice."
Harry started humming again, his wand moving in harmony with Crystal-Harmony's gestures. The ice crystals caught his voice magic's resonance, creating delicate patterns that sang in the water.
"Most irregular," Newt muttered excitedly.
But something was building in the magic - a tension as the different techniques interacted. Harry's voice grew stronger, the ice crystals multiplied, and the current began swirling faster.
"Careful," Battle-Storm warned. "The magics are..."
The tension broke. Harry's voice magic surged just as Crystal-Harmony's ice crystals peaked. The resulting magical backlash sent them all tumbling backward in the water, though Battle-Storm's tail quickly stabilized them.
"Well," the warrior said dryly once they'd recovered, "that was instructive."
"I'm sorry," Crystal-Harmony began, but Battle-Storm cut her off.
"Don't apologize for discovery, Princess. Though perhaps we should work on control before attempting such... enthusiastic combinations again."
"It was my fault," Harry said quickly. "I pushed too hard with the voice magic."
"The fault," Battle-Storm corrected, "was in assuming different magics would blend easily. Like currents, they must be guided together slowly." He studied them both thoughtfully. "Though the potential..."
"Extraordinary potential!" Newt interjected.
"Suggest that we should continue this another time," Battle-Storm finished firmly. "The water grows agitated, and we've done enough experimenting for one day."
As they prepared to leave, Harry noticed Crystal-Harmony staring at her hands where the last ice crystals were melting. "You did brilliantly," he offered.
She smiled slightly. "It felt... right. Different from water-shaping, but right." She glanced at Battle-Storm, who was discussing something with Newt. "Do you think we could practice together sometimes? When it's quiet?"
"I'd like that," Harry replied, then added quickly, "For the magic, I mean. The practicing. Together."
Crystal-Harmony's scales shifted in what he'd learned was an RSH blush. "For the magic. Yes. Of course."
"If you two are quite finished planning secret training sessions," Battle-Storm called, making them both jump, "perhaps we could return to the city before the deep currents shift?"
As they swam back, Harry noticed Itisa watching Crystal-Harmony with that same knowing look she'd had during their nighttime encounter. The disguised Nundu seemed far too pleased with how things were developing.
"Your cat," Crystal-Harmony observed, "has a very... interesting expression."
"She does that," Harry sighed. "Usually right before something complicated happens."
"Complicated isn't always bad," Crystal-Harmony replied softly, then darted ahead before he could respond.
Battle-Storm dropped back to swim beside Harry. "The princess is right, you know. Complicated currents often create the most beautiful patterns." He paused, then added with just a hint of amusement, "Though perhaps you should focus on mastering basic water magic before exploring other... complicated patterns."
Harry felt his face heat up inside his bubble-head charm, but before he could respond, Itisa swam between them with what he could have sworn was a laugh.
"Your cat," Battle-Storm observed, "is very wise." His scarred face showed definite amusement now. "Though perhaps not as subtle as she thinks."
Harry groaned softly. Was everyone going to be this knowing about everything?
Based on Itisa's satisfied expression, the answer was definitely yes.
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The royal gardens were eerily beautiful at this hour, with phosphorescent plants casting soft light through the dark water. Harry and Crystal-Harmony had found a secluded corner behind a formation of singing coral, which provided natural cover for their private practice session.
"Try it again," Crystal-Harmony encouraged, watching as Harry attempted to create sound-currents in the water. "Your voice magic was stronger when you weren't thinking about it so much."
Harry nodded, then hummed softly while moving his wand. This time, the water responded more naturally, carrying his voice magic in visible ripples that made the bioluminescent plants pulse in harmony.
"That's it!" Crystal-Harmony moved closer, her tail swishing excitedly. "Now watch..." She extended her hands, and ice crystals began forming along the paths of Harry's sound-currents, creating delicate sculptures that caught and reflected the light.
"They're like wind chimes," Harry observed, watching the ice patterns shimmer. "But with light instead of sound."
"Wind chimes?" Crystal-Harmony tilted her head curiously.
"Surface world decorations that make music in the breeze." Harry smiled. "Though these are much prettier."
Crystal-Harmony's scales shifted in that now-familiar blush pattern. "I never thought ice could be pretty. I thought it would hurt things, freeze them solid."
"Like how I worried my voice magic might control creatures instead of communicate with them?" Harry moved closer, still maintaining the sound-current. "Sometimes what we fear about ourselves becomes our greatest strength."
Their magic intertwined, ice crystals dancing along sound waves, creating patterns neither could have managed alone. Crystal-Harmony's upper body was shifting again, scales melting away to reveal more human features.
"Harry," she said softly, "there's something I've been wanting to ask—"
A sudden tremor shook the garden, stronger than any they'd felt before. The ice crystals shattered, and several of the luminescent plants went dark.
"The wards," Crystal-Harmony gasped, her scales instantly returning. "They're—"
Another tremor hit, and Harry felt his bubble-head charm flicker ominously. Itisa, who had been dozing nearby, was suddenly alert, her fur standing on end inside her bubble.
"We need to get back," Harry started, but Crystal-Harmony grabbed his arm.
"Wait," she pointed toward the ward boundary visible from their position. "Look at the patterns..."
The ancient runes were pulsing erratically, but there was something familiar about their rhythm. It reminded Harry of...
"The Shell Orchestra," he realized. "The patterns are like their music, but twisted somehow."
Crystal-Harmony's eyes widened. "The water memories! Just like during the concert, they're being rewritten, but this is worse." She frowned. "It reminds me of something I read once, about Prince Henri and the first ward stones..."
A third tremor cut her off as Guard Captain Swift-Current's voice echoed through the water: "All residents to shelter positions! Ward instability detected in sectors seven through twelve!"
"We should go," Harry said reluctantly, noticing how his bubble-head charm was starting to strain against the unstable currents.
Crystal-Harmony nodded, but hesitated. "Harry... I think I know what's happening to the wards. But I need to check something in the historical archives first." She glanced at the flickering ward boundaries. "Meet me tomorrow? In the old reading room?"
"Of course," Harry replied.
Harry watched her go, aware of Itisa's knowing gaze.
"Oh, stop looking so smug," he told the disguised Nundu. "This is serious."
Itisa just swished her tail in her bubble, as if to say that some things could be both serious and amusing at the same time.
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The old reading room in the archives was a perfect sphere carved from living coral, with shelf-bubbles containing ancient scrolls arranged in concentric circles. Harry found Crystal-Harmony already there, surrounded by floating documents, their preservation spells creating a gentle blue glow in the dark water.
"Look at this," she said without preamble as Harry entered, Itisa swimming lazily behind him in her bubble. She held up a scroll, its edges worn with age. "It's Prince Henri's personal journal."
Harry moved closer, careful not to disturb the delicate arrangement of documents. "You can read it?"
"Most of it. It's in Old French, but with RSH script modifications." Her tail swished excitedly. "Listen to this entry: 'The sea-people's magic flows differently than ours, yet I find myself understanding their songs, their currents, as if I were born to them. Lady Coral-Song says this gift is rare, even among their kind.'"
"Like how I can understand sea creatures," Harry mused, settling beside her as Itisa found a comfortable spot on a nearby coral ledge.
"Exactly!" Crystal-Harmony pulled another document from a preservation bubble. "And look here – this is from our side of the history. The royal chronicler wrote: 'The surface prince speaks with the voice of the deep waters, his magic resonating with our ward stones in ways unseen since the First Shapers.'"
Harry leaned closer to examine the document, suddenly very aware of how Crystal-Harmony's scales were shifting again, becoming more human-like as she focused on the research. "The First Shapers?"
"The original RSH mages who built Abyssantica," she explained, her excitement making small ice crystals form and dissolve around her fingers. "They used a type of magic that worked with both water and ice – like what I can do, but more controlled."
"And Prince Henri could work with their magic?"
"Not exactly. But his magic could enhance it somehow." She shuffled through more scrolls. "Here's another entry: 'Today Lady Coral-Song showed me the ancient ward stones. When I sang to them, they responded as if awakening from a long sleep. The patterns of light...'" She frowned at the text. "The next part is damaged, but look at this diagram."
The illustration showed complex patterns of magic flowing between ward stones, with musical notations Harry didn't recognize woven through them.
"These patterns," he said slowly, "they're like what we saw in the garden yesterday. But clearer, more structured."
"Yes!" Crystal-Harmony's tail moved in excitement. "I think the ward disturbances aren't attacks – at least, not entirely. I think the wards are trying to return to their original configuration, the way they worked when surface and sea magic were properly combined."
Harry felt Itisa's attention sharpen from her perch. The disguised Nundu was watching them with unusual intensity.
"But why now?" Harry asked. "What's changed?"
Crystal-Harmony hesitated. "I have a theory. When Prince Henri helped establish the wards, he used magic while Lady Coral-Song used ice-shaping. Together, they created something unique – a fusion of both magical traditions." She created a small ice crystal, letting it catch the blue light. "What if the wards need both types of magic to remain stable? And over time, as we forgot about the ice-shaping abilities, they've been slowly degrading?"
"Until now," Harry realized, "when your ice magic is awakening, and my voice magic..."
"Is similar to Prince Henri's." She met his eyes. "Harry, I think we could—"
A sharp rap against the coral wall interrupted them. A young guard hovered in the doorway, looking uncomfortable. "Princess Crystal-Harmony, Surface-dweller Potter... His Majesty requires your presence in his private council chamber." The guard's tail flicked nervously. "Immediately."
Crystal-Harmony quickly began returning scrolls to their preservation bubbles. "We'll continue this later," she whispered to Harry. "Don't mention Prince Henri yet – not until we're sure."
As they prepared to leave, Harry noticed one last illustration: Prince Henri standing with a female RSH who must have been Lady Coral-Song. They were combining their magic to create patterns that looked remarkably similar to what happened when his voice magic mixed with Crystal-Harmony's ice.
Itisa swam down from her perch, bumping her bubble against Harry's arm in what seemed like approval. Sometimes he wondered if his companion understood more about magical history than she let on.
"Coming?" Crystal-Harmony called from the doorway, her scales gradually returning to their normal pattern.
"Right behind you," Harry replied, taking one last look at the illustration. The guard was still watching them nervously, his tail making small, anxious movements.
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King Anden's private council chamber was smaller than the main hall, but no less impressive. Living coral formed intricate patterns along the walls, their bioluminescence dimmed to create an intimate atmosphere. Newt and Harry floated in their respective bubble-head charms while the King settled onto a simple coral seat, his tail moving in slow, thoughtful patterns, with the Translator nearby.
"Master Scamander," the King began, his voice carrying the weight of his position. "You've been a friend to our people for many years. That's why I wanted you to understand our reasons." He gestured to a shimmerstone, which projected images of the city's outer boundaries. "The ward failures are getting worse."
"Surely with proper maintenance—" Newt started, but the King raised a webbed hand.
"It's more than that." King Anden's tail moved in a gesture of deep concern. "Last month, a section of the nursery caves nearly collapsed. The week before, three of our patrol guards were injured when a pressure regulation failed. And the Aqualis stores..." He shook his head. "Someone is targeting them systematically."
"The French Ministry would never—" Newt began.
"The French Ministry of today is not the one we first allied with," the King interrupted. "They've grown... ambitious. Their new policies on magical creature rights alone..." He glanced at Harry. "No offense intended, surface-dweller."
"We've found a new location," King Anden continued. "Deeper, more secure. The natural pressure barriers would make it almost impossible for surface vessels to reach us. The magical currents there are ancient and stable. We could rebuild, protect our people properly."
Newt leaned forward, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by serious concern. "Your Majesty, isolation rarely benefits any magical community. The sharing of knowledge, the exchange of magical traditions—"
"And when those traditions are used against us?" The King projected another image – magical detection nets being deployed near their borders. "These are not research vessels, Master Scamander, whatever the official documents claim."
Harry listened to them debate, feeling the familiar resonance of the water's memories around them. Without thinking, he said, "The currents are afraid."
Both the King and Newt turned to stare at him.
"What did you say?" King Anden asked sharply.
"The currents," Harry repeated, realizing he'd spoken in perfect RSH tongue without the translator. "They remember peace, but now they're disturbed. Like during the concert, but... older somehow."
King Anden's tail went completely still – a sign of intense surprise among RSH. "You understand our language. Naturally." It wasn't a question. "How long?"
"I've always been able to understand sea creatures," Harry admitted. "I just... hear them. Feel what they're saying."
"Like Prince Henri," the King whispered, then louder: "Three centuries ago, a French wizard prince fell in love with one of our kind. A remarkable woman named Lady Coral-Song. She had human features, though not as pronounced as my daughter's."
"What happened to them?" Harry asked, though he had a feeling he knew from the archives.
"They married, cementing the alliance between our peoples. Prince Henri had a gift – he could speak with all sea creatures, understand the water's memories as if he were born to them." King Anden's expression grew distant. "The wards we use today were created during their time. A fusion of surface and sea magic that protected us for generations."
"Until now," Newt observed quietly.
"Until now," the King agreed. "Perhaps it's a sign that the old ways are ending. That we must forge our own path, away from surface influences."
"Or," Harry said carefully, "maybe it's a sign that we need to remember how those old ways worked. How different kinds of magic can make each other stronger."
King Anden studied him for a long moment. "You remind me of him, you know. Not just the gift for sea-speaking, but the way you see connections others miss." His tail moved in what Harry now recognized as a gesture of wry amusement. "Though I suspect Prince Henri wasn't quite so influential on my daughter's development."
"Sir?"
"Before you arrived, Crystal-Harmony was like a current in the deepest trenches – present, but unseen. She shied away from court duties, rarely spoke in council." The King's expression softened. "Now she stands before the entire council, arguing for cooperation with passion and wisdom. She practices magic openly, even knowing she's different." He gave Harry a knowing look. "I wonder what changed."
Harry felt his face heat up inside his bubble-head charm. "She was always strong," he said quickly. "She just needed to believe in herself."
"Perhaps," the King agreed. "But sometimes we need others to help us see our own strength." He sighed, looking at the shimmering images of his city. "Much like sometimes we need others to help us see when we're making decisions based on fear rather than wisdom."
"Then you'll reconsider leaving?" Newt asked hopefully.
"I will... think carefully on all we've discussed." King Anden's tail moved in a formal gesture. "Though I trust you both understand why this conversation should remain private for now. Especially from certain council members."
Harry nodded, thinking of Swift-Current's suspicious glares. The guard captain wouldn't react well to surface magic being suggested as a solution.
"Of course, Your Majesty," Newt agreed. "Though if I might suggest, my notes on magical resonance patterns in underwater environments might be relevant to—"
A sudden tremor shook the chamber, stronger than previous ones. The King's expression darkened.
"We should continue this discussion later," he said. "I believe my daughter is waiting most impatiently outside, and I suspect she and young Mr. Potter have their own theories about our ward difficulties."
Harry tried not to look guilty, but the King's knowing smile suggested he failed.
"Go on," King Anden said. "And Mr. Potter? Thank you. For helping my daughter find her voice. Though perhaps..." his eyes twinkled slightly, "you could encourage her to be a bit less argumentative in council meetings."
As they left the chamber, Harry could have sworn he heard the King chuckle and mutter something that sounded suspiciously like, "Just like her mother."
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The ancient wardstone chamber was a perfect dome of living coral, with the massive stone itself rising from the center like a crystalline spire. Harry and Crystal-Harmony circled it cautiously, their magic creating strange patterns in the dark water.
"According to Prince Henri's notes," Crystal-Harmony said, consulting a preserved scroll, "he would sing to the wardstones while Lady Coral-Song used ice-shaping to amplify the resonance."
"And you think we can replicate that?" Harry asked, watching Itisa swim lazy circles around them in her bubble.
"We have to try. The wards are failing faster now." She placed the scroll carefully in its preservation bubble. "Ready?"
Harry nodded, raising his wand. Crystal-Harmony positioned herself on the opposite side of the wardstone, her scales shifting to their more human form as she concentrated.
"Remember," she said softly, "like in the garden. Let the magics flow together naturally."
Harry began humming, letting his voice magic seek the stone's resonance. The ancient runes flickered in response, their light pulsing in time with his song. Crystal-Harmony raised her hands, and delicate ice crystals began forming along the stone's surface.
"It's working," she breathed as the patterns grew stronger. "The wardstone is accepting both magics, just like in Henri's time..."
Harry's voice grew stronger, weaving through the water in visible currents that Crystal-Harmony's ice caught and amplified. The wardstone's glow intensified, spreading out through the coral walls in familiar patterns.
They moved closer together, their magic intertwining more completely. Crystal-Harmony's eyes met his through the bubble-head charm, and Harry felt that now-familiar flutter in his chest that had nothing to do with voice magic.
"Harry," she whispered, her hand reaching toward him, "I think we're—"
A violent tremor shook the chamber. This one was different – deliberate, focused. The wardstone's light flickered ominously.
"Something's wrong," Crystal-Harmony said sharply. "This isn't a normal disturbance. It's—"
Dark shapes appeared in the chamber entrance. Royal Sea Horses, but wrong somehow – their scales black as the deepest trenches, their eyes glowing an unnatural yellow. Each carried a trident that pulsed with sickly green light.
"Well," one of them hissed in a voice like grinding coral, "what have we here? The hybrid princess and her surface pet, meddling with powers they don't understand."
"How touching," another sneered, raising its trident. "And how convenient."
Harry moved instinctively between them and Crystal-Harmony, his wand raised. Itisa's fur stood on end in her bubble, a low growl emanating despite the water.
"Who are you?" Crystal-Harmony demanded, ice crystals forming defensively around her. "Those are royal guard tridents, but you're not—"
They began moving into the chamber, tridents raised. Harry felt the wardstone pulse behind him, responding to the hostile magic.
"Crystal," he said quietly, "on my signal, hit the wardstone with everything you've got."
She gave him the slightest nod, understanding immediately.
"How do you think your father will react," the lead attacker taunted, "when he finds your bodies here? Victims of yet another surface world attack? It should be the final push he needs to move our people to their proper place – in the depths, away from human corruption."
"Now!" Harry shouted. He spun toward the wardstone, voice magic surging as Crystal-Harmony unleashed a blast of ice magic simultaneously. The stone flared brilliantly, sending a shockwave of combined magic through the water.
The Dark Royal Sea Horses faltered, but only for a moment. "Touching," their leader sneered. "But futile. Get them!"
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