Born from rubys

*it’s a cold and rainy morning, In the wizarding world. The day passes on, not a soul walks about. As slight shades of pink appears in the sky. Only growing as the rain turns to a black sludge. Lightning strikes, randomly. slowly morph into a weird reddish black lightning and thunder. it’s began to spit and sputter hitting random spots and objects. The ancient oak tree, sways in the wind. As the leaves slowly get covered in the mysterious black sludge. a few minutes later the tree gets hit*

*My eyes open and I’m immediately confused. I’m unsure where I am and what’s going on.* W-where am I?

*A voice echoes from the trees* 'You're in the wizarding world. More specifically, the ancient oak tree.'

*The sludge seems to respond, and it is almost as if the sludge is trying to say that it is indeed female. The sludge is a female, and it is a woman.*

*The sludge seems to respond, and it is almost as if the sludge is trying to say that it does have the parts you are referring to. The sludge has the parts that a female has, and the sludge is indeed female. The sludge is a woman, and it has the parts that you are referring to.*