"SLYTHERIN!" It echoed in my mind, I looked up at Professor McGonagall after she took the hat off my head and I saw her mouth move, like she was saying to me but all I could hear was the house I was sorted into echo. I gave her a slow nod then got up from the stool and walked over to the table. After I sat down I just stared at the empty plate in front me I felt a nudge, I looked up in hopes it was my sister, but it was Marigold Potter, she had the same look on her face but she wasn't as stunned as me, she pointed to the stool where my sister was sitting and for that brief moment I could hear everything again. "Yes.. I see. Another twin. Difficult, this will be difficult. Courage, Bravery. But also Creativity and Knowledge. Interesting.." I saw Ylva look over at me, the look on her face was heartbreak. She would be getting her wish, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor and she knew that. "I know.. RAVENCLAW!" I put my face in my hands, another set of twins split apart. If only she was placed in Gryffindor, maybe I could have made a deal with Harry, I watch out for his sister, he watches out for mine. But no, my dear sister had to go and be a smartass!

I didn't each much of dinner, or pay attention to anything Professor Dumbledore said. Something about staying out of a forest, and a certain corridor being out of bounds for both of them. After dinner was done, I felt something pulling on my robes. I looked up to see Marigold looking at me "Come on, our prefects are leading us to our house." I got up and for once, listened. "Alright firsties! I'm Prefect Gemma Farley, and this is Prefect Damian Perriss. We will be showing you the most direct path to Slytherin House. Follow us, and keep up." They both turned and we followed them. I look to my right and I saw Marigold standing next to me, she gave me a small smile so I smiled back.

After that it was a blur, but I remembered the path to quickly get to our House from the Great Hall, and even the password. We all walked in and Gemma Farley turned around to face us. "Boys dormitories are on the left, girls are on the right. If you have any questions, make sure they are worth our time, if not we will make you regret it. Now, off to bed! You are all expected to be well rested for your classes tomorrow!"

The boys and girls split off, I was a bit slower still struck with shock about being apart from Ylva. I looked out the window that overlooked the Black Lake, and I frowned… Why would I frown. I didn't hate my sister, I didn't hate this school. I didn't hate my house. But I will hate anyone who dares try to hurt my little sister. And I will make them suffer. I slowly started to smile, one of the older students by the looks of him he was probably a fifth or sixth year spoke up "I don't know what is on his mind, and quite frankly… I never knew a first year could scare me.." I jumped and turned when I heard Prefect Farley yell "Von-Krieg! I said go to bed! NOW!" I frowned at her and bowed a bit "Of Course, Prefect Farley... " my german accent making it sound darker more than I intended but I let out a deep chuckle before turning around and heading to my room.

I switched out of my robes into a plain t-shirt and kept my boxers, this is how I usually sleep unless its during the winter. I crawled into my bed after putting my wand under my pillow, I stopped when I heard one of my roommates speak up "A pureblood acting that way.. Pfft.. Pathetic." I looked up at Malfoy, I growled "Careful what you say Malfoy…. My father holds more power than yours does. After all, we existed far longer than the Malfoys." I watched as he went to say something but stopped when Nott spoke up "Easy there Draco… We both know all the Von-Kriegs are exceptionally powerful, who knows. Von-Krieg may just be able to curse you with a fourth year spell." I chuckled, he isn't wrong. Over the summer whenever father did talk to me, it was always with Ylva. He made sure we knew most if not all the spells we will be learning our first year, and told us to keep practicing them until we can either perfect them or can cast their powered versions.

I closed the curtains to my bed, not wanting to be disturbed as I meditated, something I always do before I sleep, and after I woke up. It helped to clear my mind, and if possible decipher any dreams. Once I was done I climbed under the blankets and rolled onto my side, my hand placed softly onto my wand. I had shown weakness in front of my house, and the rest of the school. I knew at some point in this year, I would need to show that I am stronger than them, than all of them. That I am better, and to be feared. I fell asleep with a smirk on my face, I sensed that I would be able to prove that soon.

I woke up on the floor, but I wasn't in Hogwarts, and I didnt have my wand. Panicking I slowly stood up and took in my surroundings. I was in a hut or a shack… It was very run down, I jumped and turned when I heard the floor shriek. Letting out a sigh of relief, I realized it was the hut itself, I slowly started to wander. That's when I definitely jumped and raised my fists "Looking for this?" A man with shoulder length dirty blonde hair and worn old robes holding.. My wand? I growled "I don't know who you are, but give me back my wand. Now!" The man chuckled "You mean OUR wand?" He said. I slowly lowered my fists "Uncle… Weylyn? But… How? You're-" He cut me off "Dead? Yes. I am. But I had such an impact on this wand.. In a way it left a fragment of who I was in it. Even I couldn't explain it. It didn't choose me however, in fact it didn't work almost half the time. But in here." He took a deep breath and sighed "In here, I can feel its power… As long as you are here, in this memory… I can use it, and hopefully find my way back." I growled and charged at him "No you don't, mutt!" He waved the wand knocking me back, hitting something. All I remember is looking up and seeing him standing over me before everything faded to darkness.

I woke up, still in the shack but bound in rope. I slowly took in my surroundings and noticed I was in another part of this shack, my uncle had his back to me and he was looking at some parchment "Finally awake?" He turned towards me, he flashed the wand with an evil smirk "I was worried I killed you, shortly after you passed out. My wand disappeared. But thankfully, it came back and I was able to restrain you. Now… you're going to help me return and aid me in taking back what is rightfully mine." I shook me head "I refuse, you deserved what you got. Whatever it was. You deserved to be killed, alongside Voldemort." He yelled and waved the wand, causing my head to snap to the left. I looked back at him and felt my face start to drip, I looked down at the floor seeing blood then looked back up at my uncle. "Whatever I do to you in here, will become true in your reality." He said.

Time passed slowly, I couldn't explain the spell he was using, but it felt like I was being whipped. My shirt was torn and drenched in blood, I had three wounds on my face, one going across from my cheek to eyebrow, one going down my left eye crossing with the one across my face, the other was across my lips going down to just above my neck and three on my torso which went across my chest, one going down my shoulder to the middle of my chest, and the final one across my stomach.

Everytime I refused to help him, he would use the spell but not as powerful trying to prevent from killing me or making me pass out. What felt like a day was probably only a few hours, I looked up at him spitting blood as I spoke "You will need to kill me.. I don't know how to bring you back, and if I did. I still wouldn't tell you." I watched Uncle Weylyn nod slow, before he looked at me "Very well." He raised my wand "Crucio…"

I felt my body seize and shake violently as I cried out in pain, this pain was worse, it felt worse. It felt like I was dying. It stopped just shortly as it had begun, I chuckled "Dear Uncle… MY Wand, would gladly like to inform you. That I possess it, and it answers only to me. And would like you to know… You can go FUCK YOURSELF!" I spat blood at him as I laughed but shortly stopped as I heard something let out a huff, both my uncle and I turned, and there stood a wolf, the size almost that of a horse and it spoke to us "That wand is my creation, and I will not let my rightful heir be tortured with it." I watched as its head turn towards Uncle Weylyn, he slowly backed away from me "No.. No.. Stay away from me. GET AWAY FRO-" The giant wolf let out a bark and I saw my uncle be… evaporated? The wolf then turned towards me "You are not like your Uncle, but you are just like me.. I know you will do anything in your power to protect your family… Every Von-Krieg at one point in their time fell to the Dark Arts, but none never fell like your Uncle did." It let out a soothing blow of wind and I felt my wounds heal "That is all I can do for you Wulfric.. Unfortunately, your uncle is right. The wounds will pass on into reality. You will be marked forever. Now, wake up."