Wiltshire is known for ham, white horses, and many monumental structures. But there's this one grand old mansion worth touring. It's rather haunting, sitting on a hill overlooking a forested patch in this quiet shire (when there aren't many foreign mugg…tourists) without any apparent residents or caretakers. And yet, the lawn is always mowed in classic checkerboard style; the shrubs cut in curious shapes, and the gardens well-maintained. Children who were bold enough to peek in the windows saw covered furniture and not a speck of dust. And after a rowdy night from tipsy youth and broken windows, not a single shard of glass was found. Folklore has it that the house is under enchantment from a vengeful witch. If only they knew how close to the truth they were.
The story does not go as far back as you might think it would. Less than a hundred years ago, there was a war. Not World War I and II. This was a magical war, the kind that had spells, wands, and sparkling colors as the magic took hold. There was good, bad, bad in good, and good in bad. A grey war between light and dark. But what does that house in Wiltshire have to do with it? You see, that mansion housed the forces of dark magic. Half of the lower floor is still tainted by magic that will ill-used for ill-intentions. People camping close by have heard faint screams coming from the place. And what of the family that lived there? You ask.
The family were called the Malfoys. They were once a very powerful family with connections in the magical and non-magical community and uncountable wealth. They were the great dynasty that the elite circle couldn't help but admire (although some were more resentful in their admiration). The former head of the Malfoy family freely used magic wrongly while the matriarch and heir eventually became more cautious. The matriarch died not long after the war while the head of the house was jailed, for the Malfoy name was aligned with the forces of the dark, which lost the war. As for the son and heir, very few knows of what became of him until recently when he was spotted in Cornwell. There's been stories about him. He had a wife, whom he married in a small, but exclusive wedding that was noted as the "mysterious wedding of the year". Tragically, his wife died after fifteen years of marriage, and was somewhere in his mid-thirties. His son went to a unknown boarding school in Scotland while stories were created about the father. is said that his Cornish home is called, "Holiday House." Neighbors claimed that there was a feud between him and them. Apparently he even dyed their white Labrador green. Townsfolk spotted him standing on the cliffs, watching the sea. He gave an interview once, and the only thing papers could cite him on was that he was "having a marvelous time ruining everything." And only he would know what he meant.
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