Harry Potter - The Mysterious Niqaabi

The Mysterious Niqaabi was a character I had made up in 2017 when my cousin said something while we watched Harry Potter:

"It would be all over if there was a Muslim there, all they'd have to say is the Ayatul Kursee and everyone would be unable to use their magic"

The "Ayatul Kursee" (The verse of the throne) is a verse from the Quran, the holy book from the religion of Islam. This verse, when read, is believed to be practically anti magic and protects one from dark forces. It is also said to summon a guardian angel to protect you for 24 hours everytime it is read. It would practically be an EMP affect on the magical world for their magic and potentially summon anti dementors since they are creatures of darkness while angels are believed to be literally made out of light.

The Niqaabi sports a Niqaab (as the name suggests), which is a full faced veil a Muslim woman may wear to feel closer to god along with many non religion related benefits. While in the original fan-fiction I didn't describe how she looked, I chose to give her a Griffindor uniform.. with my own twist. While it would be strange for the Niqaabi to sport a uniform that is different to the norm and how no one knows her even though she clearly attends Hogwarts, I think it opens up questions about her, making her mysterious.

The Mysterious Niqaabi done in 2020 - without lighting and shadows

Previous painting I did of the scene itself in 2018

The Fan-fiction

How Harry Potter should have ended (Muslim Edition)

A girl stepped out of the crowd, veiled, her identity unknown. She resembled that of the cold and chilling dementors yet a warmth of hope emanated from her as she stepped with confidence to face the dark lord. Voldemort's face was in awe as he had never witnessed such a presence in the wizarding world before so he quickly raised his wand towards her to slay her existence with the killing curse.

Silence filled the air as her eyes fell set, straight towards Voldemort, staring through what was left of his split soui. He could handle it no longer, one chosen one was enough without another striking fear and doubt into him.

And so he shouted,

"HAVADAKA DABRA!"

Everyone turned their face away but then realised that nothing had happened. It had become apparent that Voldemort's wand was not responding. What was wrong with the Elderwand? Did it refuse to serve him?

He then looked towards the mysterious girl and noticed her veil moving where her mouth would be; a spell maybe? Or an incantation? Voldemort's mind was everywhere searching for an explanation.

Lucius noticed something wrong with the dementors. They began to scream in agony. as though they were being hunted and killed. They were dropping like flies causing them to flee while the rest hopelessly gave up being overwhelmed by the unseen forces.

The girl began to speak,

"You have enjoyed power for so long, but is time for you to know... that it is only magic."

Voldemort's face lost its colour as the surrounding faction looked at each other dumbfounded by the girls claim. She then raised her hand and pointed towards the dementors.

"Those are creatures of darkness, it is only fitting that an army of light could destroy them".

Seeing this as an opportunity to attack, Ron took out his want to kill Voldemort only to fail, realising his wand was not working either. Voldemort began to see a dark figure approach him; a dementor? No, it was something... different, a creature of such fear, fear unknown to the plains of this world.

The creature reached into Voldemort and began to pull out what was left of his soul. He was left in agony as he could feel his soul leaving his body as though thorns were scraping his insides. He used his strength to open his eyes as he looked up and saw the girl approach him, she continued to speak;

"Your existence is based off dark magic and so your soul and existence is no more. What you see is not a dementor, but the angel of death, come to pick up the scattered pieces of your soul. I assure you, you will not return, not in this world at least".

- Hamid Ahbedin