The moon was high in the sky, shining pale and extremely round. The hot summer air tinted Amalthea's cheeks with pink when she lit purple wax candles, the small flames resembling red fireflies in the night. Blue, white, and yellow flowers covered the clearing floor, along with the green of the damp grass.

She was within the figure formed by the candles: a full moon flanked by two half-moons; a waxing crescent and a waning crescent

Her place was inside the half-moon on the left, while Kreacher's place was on the right, each with a bowl of crystal water in front of them. In the center of the full moon drawn on the floor, a silver bowl was also there, this one full of red blood instead of water.

"You don't have to stay, Kreacher." The woman whispered in a low voice, but Kreacher was still able to hear her in the silence of the night.

"Kreacher will stay. Kreacher will follow his Mistress wherever she goes." Said the old house-elf, with a strong nod that made his big ears dangle.

"Very well then."

The woman knelt and placed her hands on the ground, feeling the fresh grass on her skin and burying her fingers in the earth. On the other side, Kreacher did the same. They both let their magic extend, letting it slide from their hands to the ground and listening to it crackle with vividness.

She took a deep breath, thinking about what it would mean for her and her own. If it didn't work, she assumed there would be no harm, would visit new countries and cultures. She would go to Portugal, Brazil, Canada, and so many others places as she always imagined doing.

If it worked, she would have a new start and a new adventure, along with Kreacher. However, she would have to abandon her friends and loved ones without the certainty of returning.

Before she could regretted it - she wasted too much time and energy to regret it now - she spoke, pronouncing each word slowly and correctly, in a tone that conveyed confidence, even if she didn't feel so very courageous...

"Tonight I invoke the Element of Earth, I call for the protectors of the forests and the recipients of peace, Earth hear my call. I invoke the Element of Air, the protectors of the mind and the world, bearers of the history of life, Air hear my call. I invoke the Element of Fire, I call for the hot warriors and the protectors of the faith, Fire hear my words. And finally, I invoke the Element of Water, I call on the muses of emotions and the purifiers of the flesh and soul, Water hear my call. Forces of Nature, tonight I invoke you!"

An earthy smell filled the air as Amalthea spoke these words in a strong voice and with her green eyes hidden by closed eyelids. The forest around her whispered as if it were alive and had heard her, the ground beneath her vibrated and trembled as if thousands of feet hit it at that moment. The hot summer air had now been replaced by a cool breeze, a gust swirled over and over, carrying green leaves and freshly plucked petals, white, blue and yellow, in a hurricane of color around them.

The flames of the candles suddenly grew in size, bringing scorching heat with them in the form of dancers in yellow, orange, and red dresses, which swirled and swayed the red-hot bodies in the darkness of the night. The firelight created strange shadows in each corner, tall and small, thin, and wide shadows. Between the leaves of the trees, tiny drops of rainfall, quickly turning into a sudden rain. Amalthea smiled as she felt it, the drops of water running down her face like cold tears.

She laughs relieved, with a feeling of euphoria moving through every piece of her body and every inch of her skin. Amid the high whistle of the wind, Amalthea continued as her magic simmered along with the different magic of Kreacher, the elf...

"Oh Mother-Goddess, Lady of the Moon and its three phases. Oh Goddess, Lady of Fire and Plants, Lady of the Wild Lands and Childbirth. Blessed with magic and witchcraft, I come before you today as your humble servant, as your needy daughter. Oh Goddess who walks barefoot in the dark night, wild with snakes wrapped around your beautiful body, you who travels with dogs and ghosts without rest." She took a deep breath, exchanging a look with Kreacher, who nodded, prepared for what would follow.

Each one took a small silver dagger that glowed menacingly in the light of the high flames. They turned in their places and faced each other, both soaked to the bone, surrounded by the Spirits of Nature who seemed to laugh in happiness with an almost childlike liveliness. Both blades were extremely sharp and they knew it because it went through the skin of the palm of their right hand as if it were nothing as if the flesh was nothing more than paper or water. A long cut opened quickly, overflowing in a sea of crimson. They let the rivers of blood join the blood that was already in the silver bowl, in the center of the full moon formed by the candles.

"Please accept this offer that came without malice and without ulterior motives. Accept the force that runs through my veins, investigate my soul, invade my mind in search of truth. Please, Goddess who blessed me once before with your beautiful gift, hear me in this hour of supplication. Oh Hecate, come to me."

Amalthea lowered the dagger and washed her hands in the clear water of the bowl in front of her. Water and blood mixed at a tremendous speed. The blood in the bowl in the center of the full moon bubbled hot and full of magic.

Suddenly, the rain stopped. The flames went out, leaving the melting purple wax behind, and the leaves and petals fell when the colored hurricane disappeared. The land was once again calm and silent.

They were left, lady and servant, alone and silent, surrounded by darkness and under the watchful eye of the moon.

They waited... and waited a little longer. "It didn't work." Amalthea sighed sadness in her voice. "Why didn't it work?"

"Kreacher doesn't know, Mistress. Kreacher gave his Mistress all the Black's books that mentioned invocations. There were more than thirty, Kreacher swears it."

"I suppose I should have expected it. Nothing in my life will ever come easily, I always have to work for it. Maybe it's better this way." The black-haired woman whispered, getting up. She felt an extreme emotion of disappointment.

For a mere second she felt it had worked, the Spirits of Nature had heard her call, but even that was not enough. She grabbed her black little bag which, with an extension charm as Hermione taught her, kept everything she needed: clothes, potions, books, swords - both Gryffindor's and Sotaria's - and her box and key from the Bank of Gringotts. After all, it seemed that it would no longer be necessary.

"Come on Kreacher, there's nothing left for us here." Amalthea was preparing to leave the figure of the phases of the moon formed by the candles when unexpectedly they lit up. The flame was very high, almost reaching the tops of the trees, and Thea had to move away sharply to avoid being burned.

"You called and I came, my daughter." A voice said, loud and beautiful, a voice she never heard before.

Unable to stand, Amalthea had dropped to her knees in shock.

"Mother, you came."

"Amalthea Potter... Of all the mortals blessed by me, I have to say that you are by far one of my favorites."

Among the trees, bathed in silver by the moonlight, a figure appeared. She was tall and walked barefoot, the dress was sparkling and purple, and it glided like water on her beautiful body. When Thea looked at Hecate's face, she saw the most beautiful woman in the world. Long brown hair on which a golden tiara in the shape of a crescent moon rested, pale skin and lilac eyes, a mouth with beautiful full red lips, and a straight nose.

Beside her, a huge black dog accompanied the Goddess, and a snake hissed around her waist. In her right hand Hecate held a torch of blue fire, and two spirits - a man and a maiden - were three or four steps behind her.

"The Mistress of Death and her house-elf. What is your name, elf?"

The mentioned elf opened his eyes immensely, stammering in his old voice: "Kreacher, my Goddess."

"And do you like your lady, Kreacher? Does she treat you well?"

"Oh, yes, Goddess. It is a joy for Kreacher to serve Amalthea Potter. She fulfilled the wish of his beloved Master, Regulus." He showed Slytherin's locket copy. "There is nothing that Kreacher would not do for his Mistress."

"Very well, Kreacher, thank you." The Goddess smiled such a beautiful smile that people could never imagine. "It's good to know, I can't stand the mortals who mistreat my little elves."

She turned to Amalthea, who was looking at her with wide eyes. " What could you want from me, Mistress of Death?" The huge dog at her feet sniffed curiously and the snake wrapped around Hecate's curvy body hissed: mistress of death, mistress of death...

"Oh Mother-Goddess, I'm truly sorry to invoke you like this. It was not my intention to disturb you."

"Don't worry, daughter. You do not disturb me and I am not bothered at all... Curious, however, I confess that I am."

Instinctively Amalthea looked at her tattoo on her left wrist, the Deathly Hallows mark felt hot on her skin and she felt a strange sensation of comfort.

"The story of my ancestor, Harlan Peverell, came to my knowledge and how you, oh Goddess, saved him from certain death."

Hecate nodded, the serpent's head nestled around her neck, and the woman played with the blue flames of the torch she carried without ever getting burned: "Harlan Peverell... Yes, I remember well. One of my favorite children just like you, Woman-Who-Conquered."

Amalthea swallowed audibly, not knowing what to say. However, she didn't need to say anything since the Goddess continued to speak.

"And what do you want then, Amalthea Potter? You called me, you made me a sacrifice." She gestured with her slender hand at the now empty silver bowl without a single drop of blood, and when Thea looked at the other two, they were also empty. "But unlike your ancestor, you are not at risk of death."

"No, my life isn't at risk but my soul hurts from all the sacrifices made by me, and for all those who I have lost. For my life led by others, for the youth, I didn't have. For the deaths and pain that I had to endure in a war that should never have been mine." Amalthea said, a grey aura around her.

Hecate took pity of her and approached. The flames of the purple candles went down significantly as the goddess seemed to slide as she walked.

"I know your story, Heiress Potter. I have watched you since your birth and, like you, I also feel enormous sadness and pain when knowing that the gift I offered to the mortals caused so much suffering, when it fell into the wrong hands. I saw your soul, I saw your thoughts of a lifetime, and I think you deserve it. So, ask for what you want and I will make it possible."

Amalthea sighed with relief and felt an overwhelming desire to kiss the goddess on the beautiful face. "My wonderful Goddess, I thank you with all my soul. I hope I don't ask too much, but I also wanted to go to the world where you once sent Harlan Peverell."

She saw that Hecate seemed to take a moment in her thoughts as she petted the black dog's head. "What you ask for is possible yes, however, I must warn you that you will not return here again in this life. Are you sure you want to continue? You must have people you love, here."

Even though she had already imagined this situation, Amalthea's heart cried, and Teddy's face, with his big cheeks, short turquoise hair, and bright little eyes, appeared in her mind. I'll never see him again , she thought. I'm so sorry, my little wolf, I hope you can forgive me.

"I already imagined it, but I will move on with my decision."

"Very well... I see that you want to take your elf too."

"If I'm not asking too much, yes, I would like to take him with me."

Hecate sang: "You don't, but he cannot go like this." She waved a hand and a purple cloud surrounded Kreacher who was startled. A sweet smell from different plants remained in the air, and when the mist released the elf, he was not the same.

Well, he was and he wasn't at the same time. Amalthea could still feel his magic, but he was no longer an elf, but a man. He was slightly shorter than Thea, with fair, wrinkled skin and little white hairs on an almost bald head.

The now human Kreacher looked at his hands confusedly and felt the skin on his face.

"Wherever you go, elves do not exist. It will be better this way, you will have to look and act like a man. You can choose a new name if you want. I imagine that Kreacher is not normal among humans."

For some it is! Thea thought. She still remembered being a little girl and thinking that her name was Freak , because that was what her awful family called her. She didn't like to remember those days, but unfortunately, it was something that would never leave her alone.

Trying to think of other things, she looked at Kreacher: "You can choose your new name if you want. Or you can decide to stay Kreacher. It's your decision."

She thought she saw Hecate smiling with her words, but when she looked, the Goddess looked at the ancient elf with curiosity.

"I wouldn't know which one to choose, Madam. Kreacher is everything I have ever known." Kreacher said softly.

"Choose a name you like." Advised Amalthea.

She saw the old man's concentration face as it took him a few minutes to decide. "Kadeem." He said at last. "I would like to be called Kadeem, Mistress.

"Kadeem..." Thea tested the name and smiled brightly. "I like it, I like it a lot."

There was a hissing sound and the big green snake clinging to the beautiful goddess, hissed: Servant, servant... Servant turned into man, the elf turned into human...

Hecate smiled: "Are you ready, Mistress of Death?"

"Yes, Mother-Goddess. I'm more than ready."

At that moment there was an extremely loud sound that made man and woman cover their ears to try to muffle it. The black dog barked lying at the feet of the Goddess, the snake hissed, and furious lightning tore through the skies and stars.

A purple hurricane surrounded Amalthea's body, and she thought it had happened to Kreacher as well as she heard his startled cry. She closed her eyes that were tearing with the force of the wind and heard the words of the Goddess in her mind.

"Good luck then, Amalthea Potter, bearer of the Blessing of Thanatos and bearer of the Blessing of Hecate."

And after that, Amalthea didn't remember anything else.