"To the stars who listen and the dreams that are answered." Wand: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather, 12 1/2'' Patronus: Brown Owl
- Joined July 2025
- Member of Slytherin
- 837 House Points
- 1st Year
Germany
Backstory
The world, as I knew it, was not the world as others knew it. Growing up, the ancient stones of our family estate were my only classroom, and the rustling leaves of the forbidden forest, my only classmates. Magic wasn't a subject to be learned; it was the very air I breathed, woven into the tapestries of our secluded existence. While other children were counting off their muggle pennies or mastering their first levitation charm at Hogwarts, my education delved into the deeper, more shadowed currents of arcane knowledge, a curriculum carefully curated by a family intent on keeping the world – and its prying eyes – at bay.
For generations, our name had been synonymous with a certain… complicity in the darker chapters of our history, particularly in the aftermath of the Dark Lord's reign. It was a stain my family bore with a fierce, almost desperate, pride, isolating ourselves from the wider magical community. They believed silence and solitude were our penance, a shield against further entanglements. And so, the hoot of an owl, carrying what I now know to be my Hogwarts letter, was always intercepted, its magical summons silenced before it could ever reach my eager hands.
But fate, it seems, has a peculiar way of unraveling even the most tightly woven secrets. It was my Uncle Silas, a man of quiet rebellion and an unusual affinity for the forgotten pathways of our ancestry, who finally saw past the family's self-imposed exile. With a shrewdness that belied his gentle demeanor, he orchestrated a clandestine delivery, bypassing the usual wards and watchful eyes. It arrived, not with a flurry of owl feathers, but as a silent, parchment-thin whisper, appearing as if from the very air itself.
That unassuming letter, held back for so long, became my key. It wasn't just an invitation to a school; it was an antechamber to a world I had only ever glimpsed through the veiled narratives of ancient grimoires. It promised not just spells and potions, but a lineage reconnected, a life unburdened by the shadows of the past, and a magic finally unleashed beyond the confines of our secretive home.
