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Chapter One: Starting Point
Quote: "The people who want to stay in your life will always find a way."-Unknown
The Fire in Ffordd Coed Marion Street (1960). Morning Paper.
The Daily Prophet
Fall of a Most Ancient Noble House!
By: L. Johnson
Today, I come to you with such a great tragedy. My reader of the Daily Prophet, it pains me to announce this tragic news. On March 2, 1960, late at night, we received a tip of a house on fire. Sadly, my readers, the fire was not just in a random home of an unfortunate wizard or witch's home but the home of a noble house. Yes, a noble house and its family pass away last night.
Before I announce my finding, I have to tell you how we did not feel alarmed of the fire. The reporters at the Daily Prophet did not think much on the news of the fire when it was revealed whose house it was. As some of you known, this noble house has a lady who often causes fire whether by accident or on the battlefield but none of us expected the worst. Some reports, as we gather what we needed, joked on the reason why the fire was the cause since most of the times the lady of the house is a fire hazard not that many would say it out loud…
…
When we arrived at a muggle street known as Fford Coed Marion in Wales, we were in for a shock and treatment from the Aurors' healers. We had arrived in the middle of the fire and only I was the only one to escape without a scratch but sadly not every reporter did. Imagine our surprise, the whole muggle street was on fire and the muggles were trying to control the fire. As the only one who did not have a single injury, I called for Healers, Aurors, and Obliviators in the hopes that no muggle learned about magic. We, reporters, let the professionals do their job while those who have been treated help to keep the muggles away and keep a tab in case, we needed to alter their memory despite our curiosity of what happened. It isn't until we overheard the muggles of the tragedy that had occurred. As a close friend, I had denied everything I heard. As such, I waited for the Aurors to give a statement of the family who was probably at St. Mungo's for treatment and the fire being an accident but not statement ever came. As such, ladies and gentlemen, we at the Daily Prophet need to inform you.
Here quivering in sadness and anguish, it is difficult to put it into words. My readers, today I have to announce the home belonged to Ramsey and Ester Carlisle. Yes, as you might have guessed, the Most Ancient and Noble House of Carlisle fell last night as most – if not all – members of the family were present that night…
… The cause of the fire was a dark curse known as Fiendfyre… the fire did not stop until the next morning. As for the family and most possible deaths, it can be estimated…
Here is the list of the possible fallen:
Lord Hadrian Carlisle, Lady Savannah Carlisle née Sommer, and their children.
Edmund Carlisle and his six children (Half-blood; Husband of pureblood member Meleni Carlisle).
Jansen Malfoy (Pureblood; Married to pureblood member Abigail Carlisle, son-in-law of Meleni Carlisle and twin brother to Medea Malfoy). {My friend and classmate, may you rest in peace and meet Mother Magic…}
Edson Longbottom and his five children (Pureblood; Married to pureblood member June Carlisle and son-in-law of Meleni Carlisle).
Medea Carlisle née Malfoy and her six children (Pureblood; Married to pureblood member Hommer Carlisle, daughter-in-law of Meleni Carlisle and the twin sister of Jansen Malfoy). {Meddy, it saddens me to find out your child was not even born yet but my wish is only that Mother Magic was able to save your child or that you meet your child with open arms in the afterlife.}
Rosaline Carlisle née Weasley and her five children (Pureblood; married to pureblood member Edie Carlisle daughter-in-law of Meleni Carlisle).
Mariette Carlisle née Wood and her two children (Half-blood; married heir Rhys Carlisle and daughter-in-law of Lard Carlisle).
Lady Ester Carlisle née Roberts-Kaiser and her three children (Royal blood/ Pureblood; married to pureblood member Ramsey Carlisle and daughter-in-law to Lord Carlisle).
To the thirty-six members of the house of Carlisle, we hope some of you are still alive. My readers, we have to take this as everyone died at the home but there is no confirmation who pass away as there were no living bodies remain at the fire and there are many humans remains… It has been estimated that over a hundred people died caused by the fire…
March 4, 1960. Evening Paper.
The Daily Prophet
CARLISLE SURVIVORS!
And the Shocking Twist
By: Ruell Lyss
Readers of the Daily Prophet we have to rejoice for the Royal House of Carlisle had not fallen yet. It is our pleasure that there were three survivors from the fire. It has been a whole day since our report of the fire and many have happened since. While my colleague L. Johnson had to report his finding since he was close to the family; I, Ruell Lyss, will take over for Senior Johnson because this finding will shock you just like it did to my colleague. Therefore, I will inform you what Auror have been able to disclose… At the scene, two mysterious people arrive and Aurors who were working at the scene had looked over the two people before quickly moving away from the scene and secure the premises again. I have to tell you that those two people were from the Department of Mysteries. Sadly, I do not know what happened at the scene as Aurors asked us to leave as were contaminating the area and many Muggles were looking at us. Sadly, I had agreed with him and myself and many other wizards and witches left the scene…
…
The Auror Department announce the survival of two children and a member of the family had survived. Without disclosing which children were alive, they did inform reporters that Heir Rhys Carlisle had survived but to not disturb the heir since he is in a magical coma. As you know, a magical coma is when a witch or wizard depletes their magic to near extension and therefore, force the witch or wizard into a coma in order to restore the magic loss… We have many theories but nothing is conclusive yet. The names of the children have been quiet for their protection until Heir Carlisle wakes up from his coma.
The Aurors have found no more confirm survivors… "The Auror Department… have asked the Department of Mysteries to identify the bodies of the house of Carlisle…"
We encourage everyone if they see a member of the noble house in the muggle to report them to the Auror Department. …
Confirm Deaths are on page four.
Theories of the fire are on page five.
Page 4
Confirm Deaths:
Lord Hadrian V. Carlisle & Lady Savannah Carlisle née Sommer
Meleni Carlisle (Child of Lord & Lady Carlisle) & Edmund Carlisle (son-in-law)
Abigail Malfoy née Carlisle (Child of Meleni & Edmund Carlisle) & Jansen Malfoy
Hommer Carlisle (Child of Meleni & Edmund Carlisle) & Medea Carlisle née Malfoy
Jordan, Caesar, Maddie and Rosella Carlisle (Children of Hommer & Medea Carlisle)
Edie Carlisle (Child of Meleni & Edmund Carlisle) & Rosaline Carlisle née Weasley
Sophia, Elena & Kayla Carlisle (Children of Edie & Rosaline Carlisle)
Mariette Carlisle née Wood
Ramsey Carlisle (Child of Lord & Lady Carlisle) & Ester Carlisle née Roberts-Kaiser
Julien Carlisle (Child of Ramsey & Ester Carlisle)
Page 5
… because Heir Carlisle is a magical comma it indicates that he was in a duel… … There were so many children in the household… possibly alive and we do not know…
March 2, 1960. 8:37 p.m.
One leg moves and the other trails behind. It was inevitable but it had to be done. They were in the way and they had to be gone or his lord would not rise again. Silent were the steps he took even if he could barely walk. Even if he could barely breathe or think or…
The wind was strongly encouraging the flaming hot fire to continue. The man glances back feeling the fire at his feet. Thankfully, it was far away and going the opposite of the wind but it did not mean he could relax. He still had a mile left before he was out of the anti-apparition ward he put. Despite how powerful the fire grew, he knew very few children would survive but rather than feeling discouraged, he felt content. His lord would rise before the children grew old and take the kingdom without having to worry about competition. Besides, he took out the only person who had not died by the fire but from the spells he conjured. The satisfaction when the "hero" paused their battle at the cry of his name – "Rhys!" – begging to help the children escape and his equivalent engaging respond to not let Rhys go anywhere. He had laughed, sweat and bleed at Rhys. Made the man suffer as he heard the cries of fear of children, the screams, the bodies hitting the floor and the pressure of the house-elves magic trying to save their master while the raging fire cackling the night away. He boasted to Rhys as the man shed tears hearing the scream of children died. He boasted one of the reasons why the family was a target and whose fault it was. The betrayal and rage Rhys wore as more scream joined the families.
It was just a coincidence that one of the nephews ran away from his lord and that made it the second top reason to destroy the family. He turns again to look at the raging fire. The distance sound of alarming calls and screams could be heard even where he was. Tiredly, he walks further until he felt the light tingle of magic as he steps outside the wards he put. The fire was not going to lose its magic until the next day and those things won't be able to stop the fire. Silently, he apparated away.
The boy that saw darkness and pain.
March 2, 1960. 8:29 p.m.
He could only feel pain. There was nothing else to feel but pain. Everywhere hurt. He could barely move or feel the liquid sliding down his body. Hard breaths not too far away. The heat was there raging in his face.
"AAAHHH!" A sharp shrill scream stopped the pain for a second and later the sobbing sound was heard. He did not open his eyes.
8:54 p.m.
Everything became quieter. He turned his head but the pain was still there and could not move. Confused, he turned his head or tried to. Slowly but surely, his body was moving though he was not moving.
"!" he let out a silent gasp at the sudden pain until the crawling pain became raging faster than he thought possible.
Stop.
A shift in the air before feeling the pain again.
Stop.
Another shift before heavy steps was heard.
"OH MY GOD!" was shrill throughout the house or so he thought. Another sharp pain left him whimpering. Shrills came next but he could not hear any more. The pain was too much.
Stop.
Heavy steps and light ones move around him. He felt them coming closer. He moved away but stop when the pain hit again. He wanted to open to his eyes. To see if…
Stop.
Blazing heat near and hands grab him caused him pain. Shrills after shrills had his ear ringing but it did not top the pain he felt. A sharp pull and the pain double. He let out a weak scream and the heat move away.
"-ry," he heard. Then, another pull.
STOP.
"C'mon child, hang in there…" the voice said. "That's right child, turn to my voice… at least alive." The voice faded slightly. "C'mon child. Breath."
'What?' he said not realizing his mouth did not move.
"…ani- att-k," The voice said distantly. "Shit."
'No bad words,' He thought drowsily as darkness engulfs him with the lingering lightness ringing in his head.
March 5, 1960. 2:33 p.m.
Static noise buzz around him. Shuffling and whisper were accompanied to the buzzing sound. The pain was barrable but it was difficult and hurt to move. With a shaky breath, he opened his eyes. Darkness. He closed them and open them again. Darkness. He repeated the motion again just in case but he only saw darkness. He trembles confuse as to why he could not see. Tears fled his eyes as he turns his head trying to hear where he was. A light gasp was heard from his right where he was looking but he still could not see.
"Excuse me," His voice scratch making flinch at the sound of his voice.
"It's okay, son. You are in a muggle hospital when you were transferred by Healers from-"
"I can't see," he said to the voice. 'What's a muggle hospital?'
"Yes, when you were brought to the Healers; you did not have eyes," said the voice making him flinch.
"WHAT!"
"Fortunately, the healers were able to add you a new pair but they need healing and it will take a while before you'll be able to see," the voice said hurriedly as it tried to calm him down.
"What are you talking about?"
Silence beside the tears that shed faster than before. Distraught, the six-year-old child lifts his trembling hand to his face feeling wraps around his face.
"Nurse Johnson." Another voice said.
"What's going on?" the child said.
"What can you remember child?" the second voice said.
"Hot."
"What?" the first voice asks.
"It was hot."
"Is that it, child?" The second voice said gentler than before.
"Yeah," was whisper realizing that the second voice was close.
"Do you know your name?"
"Yeah, its…" the child paused and thought. Ten minutes later and he still did not remember.
"I-I-I don't r-remember," was gasp and the child sob.
'I DON'T REMEMBER ANY-ANYTHING!' As the child sob, the doctor who had enter later than the nurse grabbed the sedative before injecting in the arm of the patient.
"Sir, I don't think he remembers about magic." The nurse said as he watches the child sobs died down.
"Do you know who he is?" asked the doctor as he gently probs the injuries to ensure they are healing.
"Darian Carlisle, sir."
"Carlisle?" the doctor asks stunned.
"A squid."
"But…-I heard there are no squids in the family!" the man gasps lightly.
"The healers said he was a squid. No magic what so ever… It is better if he stays in the muggle since we do not know what in the devils the Carlisle, if possible, survivors, do to their squids much less those Malfoys who been fighting over the custody of the magical children that survive." The nurse said in distaste towards the Malfoy family and magic.
The doctor made no comment as he shooed the nurse and thought about how he would hide the child. Despite having "no magic," he theorized that maybe the "no magic" was actually healing him as the x-rays had indicated.
'I need to hide him,' thought the doctor as he glances back at the child before leaving the room.
Present Day
Private Drive, No. 4
July 18, 1994. 12:07 p.m.
Petunia Dursley née Evans sighs as she washes the plates. Mulling over the events that lead to today.
When they had picked up the boy, she wishes she had no association, her wonderful husband had decided that they needed a vacation after last summer. Sadly, she did not want to leave the boy alone in the house. When they arrive, they had sent the boy up to his room. Dudley left too to find his friend while her Vernon and herself thought about the dream vacation.
It wasn't until dinner that Vernon decided they were leaving to France for two weeks and he was not changing his mind. Thankfully, Vernon's sister had called if they could house her since she needed to do a job in Surrey. While Vernon usually did not have his sister over when they were not home, they did not want to leave her the boy with her. As such, Vernon had told her his plans in an effort to discourage her from coming but the woman was adamant about coming especially if the boy was alone or anyone who did not know how to control him. Thus, they left the boy in her care even if she was afraid of the boy and did not know why. Petunia, herself, understood the fear very well. The boy was a freak of all freaks and she would have thrown him out but it did not benefit her family if they did. Unfortunately, they needed him there.
Going to France had been a wonderful idea until they return to discover the boy pass out outside. They had found out that Merge had worked the boy too much and he was now useless. Vernon had almost beaten the boy black and blue for letting himself get weak.
That was three days ago and the boy was still recovering but look better than he did when they found him. Unfortunately, the threat of the godfather did not affect Vernon's sister as she thought but now, she was waiting for any moment he would come now that the boy was resting.
Oh, her hands trembling at what he might and hope for the Lord to help them keep away those freaks. With a mournful sigh, she keeps cleaning wondering when she will be able to get rid of the boy.
Outside of No. 4. 12:36 p.m.
Three people stood in front of No.4, Private Drive. Two males and a woman though two were short compared to the tallest of the group. Reaching almost six feet and four inches (~184cm), the male glances around the street noting borin-
"Arabella Figgs is not home," commented the woman. While she was the second tallest from the trio, she is above average than a woman reaching five feet and eleven inches (~155cm). She was even taller than the other male of the two, just by two or eight inches… well, his hair reaches her eyes.
"Good," the short male huff as he too noted that he was indeed the shortest, "at least we won't be notice." The tallest redhead male ignored both of his companions as they walk up the door while he stops in the inner ward line.
'I am Julien,' he thought, 'I am Julien.' The thought repeated as he took the first step crossing the line.
'I am Julien Kaiser.'