Sorting Ceremony Hogwarts Legacy Novels & Stories

“Do you, Xanthea Virgo, entrust your body, blood and soul to Asher Xipher, your lord, your owner and your third husband?” The pain during the vowing process was no less excruciating, but at least I was ready for that pain now. “I do…” my voice was weak. “And do you, Asher Xipher, tie your soul to hers?” “I do,” he said, holding my teary gaze. “I pronounce their souls pacted. In the words of the earthly realm, I pronounce them married!” The sorcerer said, and polite claps filled the ballroom. The double-edged dagger in the sorcerer’s hands turned and twisted itself until it took the form of a pointed thorny crown with glowing blood adorning it as gems.

Guilt shone in his eyes, he lowered his head, “Apologizing won't fix how you're feeling now, so let me do this to atone for my sins. If I can save my daughters, I don't mind dying.” I rolled my eyes, “really touching.” “Cels what do we need for the spell?” I turned away from him. He slumped back to the bed, like he had resigned to his fate. “Ash, a thousand year old mercury, a hornet's nest, and a rope as for the final ingredients, I will get it myself.” “hornet's nest? Seriously” “yes, now go find the things on the list with Alpha, I'll take Kaden”

I replied, rising from my chair. Helena carried a slim leather folder, which she placed carefully on my desk. “We wanted to finalize the ceremonial order,” she said. I gestured for them to sit, then resumed my seat. Marcus opened the folder. “The procession remains unchanged. You will enter first with Jordan at your side. The elders will stand to the right of the ceremonial crest. When Gina enters, the pack rises.” At the mention of her name, something inside my chest tightened slightly, not unpleasantly. “After the vow exchange,” Helena continued, “you will light the unity flame together. Then the crest marking.”

Stupid, stupid, stupid. Lucien laughs softly, looping my hand in his arm and guiding me toward the orb. “Let me show you how it really works.” Up close, the orb looks alive. Light swims under the surface in slow waves. The witch professors circle it with perfect timing, their robes brushing the stone like a river of black fabric. “The orb is tethered to the academy’s registry,” Lucien explains. “It draws the names stored inside it, mixes them through spell-binding rotation, then releases them through the fire spout.” He nods at a top of the orb where flames rise from.

The Alpha family finally gets to their seats, which are at the front of the ballroom, where high chairs are placed. The current Alpha and Luna—Harry's parents—take their seats, leaving Harry to stand. The last member of their family, Jeremy, is currently not around. He's in the neighboring pack, gaining more knowledge about combat. The ceremony picks up as Harry is made to kneel in front of us and make vows concerning the pack. I watch him in awe, as do the other people in the room. When he is finally done, Alpha Smith stands up to remove the diamond-encrusted golden crown from his head and walk over to where Harry is on his knees.

Tears prick at my eyes, and my grandmother smiles knowingly. Dressed, adorned, and wrapped in the legacy of my family, I’m ready for the promise ahead, ready to join my life with Lazlo’s in a bond more powerful than magic. Outside, the castle stirs with anticipation. The scent of cedar and wild roses drifts on the breeze as I stand beneath the archway of moonstone and birch. The sacred grove behind Virechant castle has been cleared for the ceremony, each seat nestled among the trees, their trunks wrapped in ribbon and soft lantern light.

So when she shot me a glare before returning her attention back to the ongoing ceremony, I tore my gaze from her and redirected it back to Calisto and his sister, all the while wearing a passive expression in my face, as if her winter-like coldness didn’t wither my spirit. The ceremony went on, and I watched with rapt focus as my children filled their little rose-gold goblets with the moon-blessed water in the gigantic golden bowl. Once every kid had their goblets filled, Wendell Alfiero, who had his palm placed on the round magical artifact that was perched on a small bowl-like stand on the table, began to lead the oath-taking. The bunch of little runts—bless their tiny pure hearts—listened

Sarael smiled. I chuckled as we pulled up, and instantly, my mate was pulled out of the car by Aurelia and Sybille. “Come on. We have everything ready for the ceremony.” Aurelia smiled, linking her arm with Sarael’s as Sybille took the other. “Ceremony? You mean the unbinding?” Sarael asked, confused. I rolled my eyes, getting the supplies for the spell from the trunk as Kurt and Isis approached.

Professor snapes said with a smile as Gao Yu kept mute. “Anyway I called you for something, how did you learn the second verse of the ritual recitation?” Professor snapes asked. “I Don’t know, I found out I know it when you started reciting it” Gao Yu said nothing but the truth. “I see, you are really among the children involved in the ritual years ago, why must my little sister die though? Professor snapes said smiling as a drop of tear dropped down his eyes, his little sister has been among those affected by the ritual, she was the very last person he could call a close family, she was six when the ritual took place, he can still remember how the little girl shivered after reciting the rit

I listen intently to everything she says. "Fallon, when you get to Devour Cemetary, the object your mother hid for you will call to you. Go to it, and do not let anyone touch it. It is up to you to retrieve no matter where it is," Mother Agnes says. I nod my head. "I understand," I say. "Good, then you three need to go. I will see you tomorrow. The ancestors and I will be ready. Tomorrow you receive your magic, and then the hard part begins," Mother Agnes says