Hogwarts Legacy Hogwarts Astronomy Table Novels & Stories

Lucien was resting in a nearby alcove, his breathing heavy but rhythmic, his brothers standing guard like living statues of gold and shadow. In the center of the room, the obsidian records from the Archive lay spread across a massive drafting table, their dark surfaces gleaming under the flickering chandeliers. Beside them, Evangeline’s medical tablet was active, displaying high-resolution scans of the human cortex. A desperate attempt to find a logical bridge between the science she knew and the sorcery she had inherited. Evangeline leaned over the table, her fingers pressing into her temples.

--- GREYTECH Private Bunker – Lily’s War Room Far away, in a secure, black-glass chamber of the GREYTECH network, Lily’s team was finalizing preparations. Holographic maps shimmered across the room, casting light over faces set in grim determination. Witches, warlocks, Lycans, and rogue agents—all had answered her call. The insignia of her network gleamed on their armor: silver branches over twin moons, a symbol that had become synonymous with both fear and hope.

“I’m not sure that’s enough.” Draven squeezed once then let go. “What do you need?” “Time.” I turned back to him. “And something to steady her. The old texts mention moon-touched herbs—lunar root from the high meadows, silverleaf blooms that only open under a waxing moon. If we can get them before her time comes they might anchor the power instead of letting it run wild.” Draven nodded. “I’ll send Tobin. He’s fast and quiet. He knows the high trails better than anyone.”

Inside was a circular chamber, unlike anything Lily had seen. A giant map spanned the domed ceiling—celestial bodies, constellations, phases of the moon. Below it, altars lined the room, each marked with names she barely recognized. And in the center: a pool of silver water, rippling with images that changed as she watched. One moment it showed a burning forest. The next, a silver-haired child screaming at the sky. And then… nothing but black. “What is this place?” she whispered. Alistair approached the pool. “The Selenic Archive. The last memory of our origin. The wolves were not the first. Nor will we be the last.”

"Show them the sky. The deep sky." Wolfy hesitated. His fingers hovered over his datapad. He looked at me for confirmation. I nodded. A sharp, jerky motion. Wolfy keyed the command. The holographic projector in the center of the table hummed to life. The blue light flickered, then expanded. It wasn't a map of the city this time. It was the void of space. Stars hung in the blackness, cold and distant. And in the foreground, the Moon. It was shattered. Great chunks of rock floated in a debris field around the core, held together by the lingering gravity of Nergal’s magic.

I tell grandmother “Don't believe all you hear, I have been in this world centuries before came in, and when I say that there's no repercussion from the moon goddess, believe me. That is all a way of making young witches and warlocks not do dark magic. Besides, when you get to Showek's College, you will discover that it is on the curriculum. Dark arts isn't all bad Hermione.” Grandmother says “So, when am I to get it and give it to you?” I ask achingly

Hogwarts Castle, Somewhere in the Scottish Highlands November 23rd, 1992, 7:25 PM Erik was just finishing assembling the last search station in the lectern built by the house-elves. He had already put the linking crystalline cube in place, together with its linked monitor and keyboard, and was now applying the keyed semi-permanent sticking charms to them, securing everything in place. Having finished, Erik passed the new assembled station to Susan, who linked it to the index.

of the lodge glowing with the warm light of a fire within, their glass panes fogged with condensation, reflecting the golden sunlight in soft, diffused halos. A clearing surrounded the packhouse, the ground a mix of packed earth and patches of wild grass, dotted with moonflower blooms, their petals shimmering silver in the sunlight, a small firepit at the center, its stones blackened from years of use, the embers within glowing faintly, the air above it shimmering with heat, a pile of chopped cedar logs stacked nearby, their scent sharp and grounding. A wooden archway stood at the clearing’s edge, carved with crescent moon runes, their surfaces glowing faintly with residual silver magic, a

“I’m not impressed by what’s happening,” the Moon Goddess said to me with a frown on her face as I still tried to wrap my head around the fact that we were here again. “Neither am I,” I replied. “The humans have destroyed their own plans on accident. They wanted to use those herbs gotten from the witches to destroy your pack, but they made a mistake. Their lab exploded, and all the herbs have been destroyed.” At her words, I sighed in relief and closed my eyes for a moment. “Oh, thank you. You have no idea how—”

Could it be connected to the task Haverstone had mentioned in the letter? Placing the letter carefully on the desk, she returned to the globe. This time, she reached out with a sense of determination rather than hesitation. Her fingers brushed the surface lightly, and the globe began to rotate of its own accord. The symbols glowed faintly, casting an ethereal light across the room. It spun faster and faster before halting abruptly, one particular symbol facing her directly. It resembled an interlocking series of triangles encased in a circle.