The Changeling

Re·birth- the process of being reincarnated or born again

Paris, France

Her charm bracelet jiggled as she reached across the table for the sugar, plopping one of the little squares in her tea. "I'm glad to see you got your stone back." With a swirl of her finger, the small spoon started to stir the sugar into the tea. "However... I think there is something that you could do for me. After all, I did provide you with the method and knowledge to get it back."

The woman and man across from her were both young-looking, but the way they looked at each other showed just how long they'd lived. Perenelle Flamel leaned back in her chair, flicking her long auburn hair out of the way as she did. "And what do you ask of us, child?"

"I have written up a list and will provide the materials, but I have a ritual that needs your expertise to do. One that I would trust with no one else." Slowly she slid a parchment over to the two semi-immortals. "The letter with the ingredient list is instructions, as well as a safe soul-transfer spell."

The soul encased in clay the color of the skin,

Phoenix feather for rebirth,

A vial of Pheonix tears for healing,

A vial of freely given Unicorn's blood to restore youth,

The powdered fangs of a vampire to darken the potion to the user's soul,

The bone of the father to connect the body to the soul,

A pound of flesh from the servant to shape the body,

A vial of blood from the ally to give aid to the magical connection,

Elixir of life to strengthen the weak life force.

Nicolas Flamel blanched, his wife taking the paper from his hands as he stared at her. "This- this is an alchemic ritual for resurrection!" He hissed, eyes wide.

Spring smiled and sipped her tea. "Most will think that, but it will not be true. No, I ask of you to instead merely build a body for a lost soul... one that I owe a body to, as I destroyed their last one."

It was lucky they were in a muggle coffeehouse under privacy wards because the man's voice rose to a surprised and high pitch. "Him? You want us to help the Dark Lord?!"

"I do."

Perenelle placed a hand on her husband's, calmly looking over her with searching eyes. "You hide things from us. If you truly wish for our help, you will tell us exactly why the Girl-Who-Lived would wish this for the man who murdered her parents."

With a sigh, she relented after a long moment. "They were not my parents." She looked at them, taking another long sip of tea. "I go by Harry Potter, but you may also call me Spring Dé Danann, as it was the name given to me by the stars upon the moment I awoke into this world."

"You-" The two seemed to soak this in, glancing at each other in silent communication. She watched, amused. Finally, Nicolas nodded to her. "We will not ask more of your plans for the world, only this: are your intentions to harm anyone of magical blood?"

Tilting her head slowly, she moved to put her chin in her hand lazily, her charm bracelet jingling. "I have no intention to wreak havoc on your society but help balance it. I am prophesied to either make sure magic regains her health or see her die with my last breath."

"And you have all these materials?"

Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a small velvet pouch. "The soul will have to be collected, but the clay is the finest the goblins have to offer. The phoenix feather is in the wand to preserve it, so you will have to snap it to get to it, but that is a non-issue. The bone of the father will be the job of the Dark Lord wanting the ritual to go right and I am sure he has plenty of willing servants to provide flesh. As for the blood, it is my own so if you would kindly destroy all the remains at the end..."