Hp/Marvel: John Wick The Witch King

Time had been kind to Ariana Wick. Though she had officially graduated from Hogwarts and was well past her schoolgirl years, her face retained a refined, ageless youthfulness. Unlike many her age, time seemed to move more slowly for her, leaving her with an appearance so fresh that she could easily pass for a twenty-year-old university student.

This youthful grace was complemented by a magnificent mane of golden hair, a volume that would make any British man green with envy. Managing such hair, however, was a daily challenge.

Fortunately, she had a personal butler.

Early each morning, before the alarm clock dared to ring, Master Bear was already at work. He would stand before the tall, floor-to-ceiling mirror, adjusting the black bow tie on his neck, a picture of professional readiness.

His first stop was the cloakroom, where a preheated electric iron awaited. He would take out clothes Ariana hadn't worn in some time, pressing them with meticulous care before sorting them and affixing labels.

Next, with the press of a remote, the curtains would glide open, allowing the first rays of morning sun to gently kiss the princess's perfect profile. His duties complete for the moment, Little Bear would take a running leap, landing precisely on the wide princess bed.

Golden hair was scattered across the pillows, a few strands clinging to a fair cheek. Ariana's eyelashes trembled, her restless hands already fumbling for her bedside companion. Little Bear would move closer, positioning himself perfectly to be found.

When the alarm finally rang, Ariana would slowly open her eyes just as Little Bear, with a show of protective fury, snatched the clock and hurled it against the wall.

"Good morning, Little Bear," she'd murmur.

Getting up from the magnificent bed, Ariana would raise her hands and stretch. Little Bear, standing at the head of the bed, would offer a formal bow, the very image of a qualified butler.

Ariana slipped into a clean white nightgown and warm slippers, heated to just the right temperature. As she moved, her long hair would cascade behind her like a golden waterfall, until Little Bear leaped up, acting as a temporary hair clip.

In the washroom, a toothbrush and towel, already prepared, awaited their owner. While Ariana brushed her teeth, Little Bear would take up a comb, smoothing her hair until it was straight and glossy.

Her ablutions finished, Ariana changed into a black hoodie and knee-length pants. Little Bear's furry hands went to work, weaving an intricate braid into the soft golden hair, giving her the captivating look of an elf left behind in the human world.

Once everything was done, Little Bear would remove his bow tie and carefully take a small box from the pocket on his belly. After placing the bow tie inside, he would tuck the box back, patting the pocket with a furry hand for reassurance.

Ariana looked at her reflection, a faint smile touching her lips—a rare sight. The years she had spent traveling the world as a journalist, witnessing cruelty and death, had stolen much of her easy smile.

After the Obscurus incident at Hogwarts, the sheer destructive potential of her power had made her realize she could never truly integrate into ordinary society. This led her to leave home, to wander the globe, and to report on its hidden corners. Danger was a constant companion, but as an Obscurial, her own power was a formidable shield. The grimoire her brother had given her was a key that could unlock any door, allowing her to appear anywhere at any time.

The more she saw, the more she understood why John had become the Wizard King. In a world where their own kind preyed upon each other, where anomalies lurked in the shadows, someone had to stand guard. Several times, people had witnessed her abilities and, consumed by greed, tried to capture her. In those moments, she missed her brother more than ever, wishing he would return.

And he had heard her call.

A true smile lit up her face as her gaze fell on a group photo on her nightstand. "It's so good that you're back, brother." She picked up the frame, then set it down and left the room.

As she descended from the second floor, Little Bear slid down the handrail, scurrying into the kitchen ahead of her.

"Brother?" she called softly. No response.

The elevator doors opened. Just as she stepped inside, Little Bear rushed over, holding a tray with a glass of milk and a bacon and egg sandwich.

The elevator didn't go down. It went up.

When the doors opened again, Ariana stepped out curiously. This was the top floor, and the brother she was looking for was standing at the edge of the roof, staring at the sky.

"Brother, what are you doing?" she asked.

"Ariana," John turned and smiled. "The house doesn't have enough power. I thought I'd borrow some." He raised a finger and pointed at the bruised sky. "Now is a good time."

Winter was over, and a spring storm was rolling in. A dull rumble grew closer. Little Bear put down the tray, climbed onto Ariana's shoulder, and covered her ears.

CRACK!

White light bloomed, and a bolt of lightning descended, guided by John's magic towards a metal lightning rod he had installed. A rampant channel of pure energy connected the sky and the earth, and the Wick penthouse's power reserves surged to their peak.

The torrent lasted for five minutes.

John reached out, and Ariana placed her soft hand in his. The moment the lightning ceased, they appeared in the basement. Much of the lab had been cleared out, leaving behind a large machine resembling a Regeneration Cradle. Thick cables snaked from it, continuously absorbing the raw power that had just been drawn from the heavens.

John glanced at the program being uploaded. Even with his top-spec computer, the massive output meant the progress was only at fifty percent.

"We need to speed things up." John brushed his sister's face, placing a pair of sunglasses on her nose. His right hand, now covered in silver, pressed against the machine. The gem on the back of his hand flickered as the limited power of the Mind Stone, mixed with his own magic, was continuously fed into the system.

He then raised his wand, aimed it at the computer transmitting the program, and slowly twisted. A magic circle appeared, and as the wand turned, the upload speed surged. He was accelerating the flow of time in this small area.

With the support of the massive electrical energy and the gem's power, the program upload reached ninety-five percent. Ariana and Little Bear watched intently.

Crack.

John looked down. A fissure had appeared on the cradle where he was inputting energy. "This power is still too much," he frowned.

Though it wasn't a genuine Mind Stone, the power it possessed was immense. The machine was operating under a dangerous overload.

"I need something to share the energy."

His eyes fell on Little Bear. To be precise, on Little Bear's butt. If it could absorb and filter the blood of a Hell Lord, this power should be no problem.

"Little Bear, help me out." It was time for an upgrade anyway.

Little Bear, who had also acquired a pair of sunglasses from somewhere, dropped from Ariana's shoulder and trotted over.

"Just sit on it," John motioned.

The bear plopped down. John placed his silvered hand on its head. Energy began flowing through its body and into the machine. The result was a surprisingly shiny, furry butt.

With Little Bear acting as a filter, the machine showed no further damage. The program transmission reached its end.

98%... 99%... 100%.

The energy suddenly contracted, and the basement plunged into darkness. The computer screen glowed stubbornly for three seconds before crashing. An unpleasant smell and black smoke drifted from the machine.

Ariana nervously linked her arm through John's. He remained calm. "Moss," he said.

After a moment of silence, a stumbling voice slowly sounded. "I… am… here… Mr. Wick."

Rip!

A tear appeared in the metal machine, followed by another. The basement's power began to recover, the flickering lights stabilizing. The cradle was empty.

John's gaze fell to a corner of the room. A slender, silver figure stood there, seemingly bewildered by its own transformation. It had no facial features.

"Little Bear!"

John was examining his new masterpiece when he heard Ariana's gasp. He walked over.

Before him stood a hulking figure, nine feet tall with a waist like a bear, a broad back, and eight furry abdominal muscles. It stood there, flexing.

John stared. "This is… Little Bear?"

[Chapter Complete]

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