Harry Potter: Journey to Godhood

At night, perhaps in an attempt to forget the grief of losing her child, and with battle looming ever closer, Janice, who had once been shy and hesitant, finally gave in to madness, becoming the most fervent of all. She sought to drown her sorrow in a frenzy of passion.

But by the next morning, waking to find herself in the arms of a young man nearly the same age as her child, Janice could feel nothing but overwhelming awkwardness.

Seeing that her bedmate was still asleep, Janice gently lifted the covers, moving carefully to slip away unnoticed and avoid the embarrassment of a face-to-face encounter.

However, how could Alaric's senses be anything but razor sharp?

The moment the sorceress stirred, even slightly, it roused him from slumber. In an instant, he reached out and pulled her back into his embrace.

Staring at his youthful face, Janice blushed deeply.

"L-Let me go… you little brat," she pleaded softly.

"Still calling me a little brat?" Alaric narrowed his eyes, and Janice shrank back slightly. "Haven't you learned your lesson from last night?"

"N-No more, no more…"

Though she was the elder, Janice now seemed far more fragile, retreating under Alaric's teasing threats.

The fullness in her lower abdomen and the ache that lingered, something she had never experienced before, made her recall with burning clarity how she had been relentlessly pinned down and conquered the night before.

Seeing her reaction, Alaric smiled with satisfaction, then casually snapped his fingers.

In the world of Azeroth, healing magic was rare, but the healing spells from the Harry Potter world worked wonders on Janice, easing much of her discomfort.

Alaric's considerate gesture moved her slightly, but when she looked again at his young face, she couldn't help but sigh quietly.

"What's wrong?" Alaric asked with concern.

"Last night… let's just say it was a mistake," Janice said hesitantly. "There's no future for us."

"…Why would you say that?"

Her words didn't anger Alaric; instead, he looked at her with amused interest.

His calm reaction made Janice feel a sudden pang of sorrow, though she didn't show it. In a low voice, she said, "Our age… the gap is too big. You're barely half my age. You're the same age as my son. I've always seen you as… the younger generation. So…"

She trailed off, but Alaric understood her unspoken words.

Even so, though Janice voiced her refusal, Alaric still caught a trace of lingering reluctance in her expression.

He smiled and pulled her even closer.

"If you saw me as a young man… doesn't that make it all the more exciting?"

"W-What?"

Janice acted as if she hadn't heard him clearly.

But Alaric didn't continue with that suggestive topic. Instead, he prompted, "We're mages, remember?"

"Mages… so what?" Janice still didn't follow.

Alaric gently touched her smooth, youthful face. "You say I'm only half your age. But what about ten years from now? I'll be nearly two-thirds your age then. And fifty years later? A hundred?"

"B-But…" Janice was confused by his logic, "That's not how age works!"

"Why not?" Alaric leaned closer, his breath warm on her skin.

"We're mages. Except for stubborn old men like Antonidas, most of us use magic to maintain our youth. You know, I once met Aegwynn, the former Guardian of Tirisfal. She's nearly a thousand years old and still looks barely over twenty."

"Aegwynn… a thousand years old…" Janice was stunned by this revelation, but she had to admit, Alaric had a point.

Indeed, for powerful mages, lifespan and youth were no real constraints.

With that realization, Janice's subconscious resistance toward Alaric began to wane.

While she was lost in thought, Alaric seized the moment of her distraction to issue yet another challenge to their… duel.

"W-What are you… Ah, stop, not there, mmph…"

And so, their morning sparring session began, not unlike last night's "battle."

By the time Alaric stepped into the hallway, several hours had passed.

At the doorway, he ran into Onyxia.

The dragon-maid, having spent a rare night apart from Alaric, was now obediently waiting outside.

When she saw her master finally emerge, she rushed over and gently helped straighten his disheveled clothes, then remarked offhandedly:

"Honestly, Master, can't you take a bit more care of your appearance? At least cover those hickey marks with your collar. I don't want to be blamed for some unknown woman's mess."

Alaric was unfazed by the Black Dragon Princess's teasing and replied casually, "Isn't that what you're here for?"

"Hmph, Master really knows how to boss around his maid," Onyxia muttered under her breath.

"Causing a mess and then expecting me to clean up… You know, even maids get jealous sometimes."

"Yes, yes. Onni is truly her master's most caring little sweetheart." Alaric patted her head comfortingly. "Don't worry. I'll make it up to you later. But just to be clear, no talk about laying eggs."

Though dragons with innate shapeshifting abilities could transform into nearly any race, laying actual dragon eggs was only possible in their true form and with another of their kind.

Alaric's words left Onyxia slightly disappointed. "Male pride again. But Master looks so cute in dragon form… Oh well. I get it. Seriously, when will Master's dragon form finally grow up?"

Now being called a "kid" again, this time by his maid, Alaric's face darkened.

Since taming Onyxia, he had revealed his ability to transform into a dragon in front of the Black Dragon Princess. Her reaction had been a mixture of amazement… and adoration.

Unfortunately, Alaric's dragon form was that of a wyrmling, a baby dragon. To Onyxia, he was an exceptionally adorable little boy.

In fact, not only Onyxia, several of the dragon aspects had tried more than once to seduce Alaric, hoping to "devour" his dragon form.

Even someone as experienced as Alaric couldn't help but feel a subtle "chastity crisis" in such situations.

Exhausted from the night's exertions, Janice naturally stayed behind to rest in Alaric's room.

As for Alaric, he went on ahead to get breakfast.

But as he passed by Janice's room, he was surprised to see a young girl, only slightly older than Jaina, rushing out.

She turned the corner without seeing him and bumped right into his chest.

Alaric reacted swiftly, catching the clumsy little girl in his arms.

Once he had steadied her, he realized it was none other than the last remaining daughter of the Barov family, Illucia Barov.

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