Only a century ago were non-magical's burned those with magic to the ground. Or they would chop off their heads, or they would drop them with a weight to the depths of the sea, or they would open up their flesh wherein they would examine the insides of those with magical capabilities, you get the drift. In fact, it took a group of people, with the support of the royal family, that magical's and non-magical's were able to peacefully live with one another, and were able to reap the gains of magic and the rising technology.
One hundred years ago, a group of people, whose names are still unknown to this day, converged, an alliance of a variety of species: Human, Magical, Vampire, Werewolf, a Half-born, and one who was rumored to be a child gifted by the stars. These individuals left their prejudices behind, and took the risk to understand one another, and respected each others differences, enough to prove to themselves that all beings and creatures of life may live and prosper in peace.
And now, in the present, are people (which do, in fact, include all beings) living in peace and solidarity, however with the occasional evils that will always be part of life. Which starts order when chaos erupts.
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In a large estate, up on a beautiful hill, lived Lucy Heartfilia. A beautiful bubbly girl whose birthday will change her life. As an only child, Lucy tends to crave human interaction, which normally, a child would turn to her parents. But little Lucys mother passed away when she was younger, and the grief of her passing raised a hardened wall in her fathers heart. Jude Heartfilia, the father of our bubbly protagonist, was not an abusive man, no he is not. He is distant, hardened and a very busy man. He loves his daughter, and he shows it in his little ways.
Little Lucy woke up refreshed, as she usually did after a night of sleep. Alone in the big bed, she turns her head and grins at a framed portrait of her mother and father on their wedding day. The couple in the magical portrait waves at her when she turns. "Good morning mama, papa," she grabs the frame and gives it a big kiss, the couple in turn blowing some in return. With a big smile Lucy jumps off her bed and as soon as her feet touch the ground does the doors to her room open.
On the other side of the doors was her private maid, Virgo. She had personally cared for the child since her mother had passed away. Donned in a classic black and white maids uniform with gold bracelets on both of her hands and a frilly white cap to keep her pink hair from her face, she is always at the little girls beck and call.
"Miss Lucy, your bath is ready," the maid had announced. She guided the young girl to the bath connected to her room. A white marbled tub, filled to the brim of bubbles with the scent of rose oil was presented to the young girl. With a massive grin, the child took off her sleepwear and slipped into the bath.
As soon as Lucy had finished her soak, Virgo waved her wand and conjured water to wash off the bath suds that were still on her young body. Then with another wave of her hand, she vanished the bubbly bathwater and partially dried off the girl. The maid had mentioned once that totally drying off ones body will leave the skin dry and prone to early wrinkling. Virgo wrapped Lucy in a fluffy towel and guided the young miss back to her room. On her bed was a dress that she would wear for the day, a special dress, a gift from her father, as it was the young girls eleventh birthday today.
The smile on Lucys face lost its brightness as she took in the dress presented to her. It was another dress her father gifted. As another dress it would be as it was only another birthday of hers, nothing special really. The dress was pink–as she was forced into the typical stereotype of girls favoriting pink–and frilly, complete with pink ribbons which would be tied into her hair. Wearing it, she looked like a princess, a young princess with a grin on her face.
The girl turned to her maid and thanked her for the assistance, as she would always do every time the woman did her job, and with a fond smile would her maid welcome her for the gratitude shown.
With the morning ritual complete, the girl was free to frolic as she wants–and without interruption–as the day is hers to do, and no one could ruin it for her.
Like the child she is, she runs straight to the kitchens where the family chefs and the entire staff greet her. "Happy Birthday Little Miss!" Lucy swivels her little blonde head to see Madame Spetto, the head of the staff, holding a small box within her elderly hands. Lucy thanks the entire staff for the greeting with hugs all around, which they give in return, each one uniquely doing so.
Lucy finally turns to Madame Spetto, "You're finally eleven, dear," the elderly woman starts, "your mother would be so proud of you, Lucy." Madame Spetto hands the little girl a box wrapped in red and gold wrappings, with a star on top. Giving it a little shake, Lucy listens attentively to any sound made from within the box, however hearing none. "This is a gift from your mother, she'd want you to have it," the madame fondly patted the girls head, and guided the child to one of the chairs on the dining table, where a plate of eggs, sausages and a bowl of salad was prepared for her.
"My mother?"
"Yes dear, it's from your mother, now go and open it up."
With as much care, Lucy unwraps the box, and took the top lid off, she sees a golden key, a golden rock and a journal of sorts. She could feel tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, it's the first time in four years that she's gotten a gift from her mother. While one arm rubs at her eyes, she uses the other to grab the journal, opening it to see a letter fall out. It was a letter from her mother to her. Leaving the letter to be read in the privacy of her room, she takes a closer look at the journal. It was blank, with a black leather cover that had her name engraved in golden strokes which was so very similar to her mothers handwriting. Placing the journal down, she grabbed the key.
Gold must have been the theme color.
Indeed the key was gold, with three numbers engraved at the holder, 777, 77 and 7. "Madame Spetto, what do these numbers mean?" She asked the woman. "It will be explained in the letter, dear," the woman paused, a look of contemplation on her face, "But if it isn't, I imagine that another letter would explain it," she finished. Before Lucy could ask once more, her caretaker just gestured for her to continue looking at the gifts her mother left her, which she then focuses on the gold rock.
Taking a closer look at it, the rock seemed to gleam a gold shine, holding it in her hand she feels a familiar feeling emitting from the rock.
"That, is a fallen star."
The young girl turns to her maid, Virgo, who spoke. The look on Virgos face was one Lucy could not explain. It seemed to be a mix of longing, sadness and another she could not describe.
"Fallen star?"
The maid nodded in affirmation. "Centuries ago, the heavens would gift beings of pure heart a fallen star. With a fallen star, they could turn it to anything they wanted," her maid said, handing her a cup of water. "Some would turn it into a key, one that could open any lock, a sword to fight for whats right, or a shield to protect the ones they care the most."
"But, what if someone would steal a fallen star?" Lucy took a bite of her breakfast, and gestured to her maid to eat beside her.
Her maid took a seat, and shook her head, "Only the pure of heart can touch a fallen star, if it is stolen then it would disappear and appear itself to its owner, or if the owner is no longer of pure heart, it would disappear, never to be seen again." Virgo pointed to the gold rock in Lucys hand, the star was only as big as the little palm of her hand, "There has never been another sighting of fallen stars, that one in your hand might be the last one, little miss."
The grip the child had on her star tightened, and she placed the gold rock into the pocket of her dress, "I'll take care of it, Virgo."
The maid gave her a rare smile, with an unknown look in her eye and nodded, "I know you will, little miss." And so the girl continued on with her breakfast, stopping a few moments to look at her gifts, and touch them.
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Jude Heartfilia is not a cruel man. Since the death of his wife, he began to fear for his daughter, and the only way he thinks he could care for her was to do so with distance. He loves his daughter, he does with every fibre of his being, and it pained him so to see her so far away.
"She is eleven now," he hears from his right.
Ignoring the words of his companion, he takes another swig from his glass and gulps down the fire whisky.
"You should tell her, Jude," his companion says.
Jude could only shake his head, with tears gathering at the corner of his eyes, "I can't, Capricorn! I–I literally cannot," he cried out. "It's not in my power–I don't have the power to tell her." He agonized, the tears finally falling from his eyes. His companion–Capricorn, a tall man with pale skin, dark hair, cut short, donning a black suit–approached Jude, who was slumped over on his arm chair, his hand tightly wrapped around a glass of fire whisky, tears freely falling from his eyes.
"I know, Jude," Capricorn took the glass from his hand, "but there must be a way to tell her." The pale man looks over to the window, where Lucy could be seen gaily frolicking around the garden, with Madame Spetto and Virgo watching over the child. Taking another glance at Virgo, the young maid, as if feeling his gaze, turns over and meets his eyes, a blank look on her face. The man gives a small nod and the maid releases him from her gaze and turns to watch over her charge.
"There isn't," Jude solemnly says, rubbing his eyes. "I've tried for years, Capricorn, since Layla died." He then gives out a mocking chuckle. "Even in death she still has power over us all." His friend could only reply with a small hum.
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With the sun bearing its rays onto the land, Lucy gaily jumps around the rocks of the small pond in the garden.
"Lucy! Be careful, dear!" Madame Spetto reprimanded, tightly holding onto her walking cane.
The petite girl waves off her worried caretaker with a grin and jumps from one rock to another towards her direction. As she moves her way towards the madame, Lucy sees a school of fishes under one of the floating rocks of the pond. With her distracted, she was unable to properly put her foot on the slippery rock, and slipped off with a yelp. She was falling onto her back, one foot raised into the air, her head descending to meet the slab of rock behind her. With quick reflexes, Virgo whipped out her wand, "Wingardium Leviosa!" And levitated the child onto safe ground where Madame Spetto quickly waved her wand about.
"I told you, child!" The woman quaked, her wand showing her diagnostics, her other hand wrapped around her arm. "I can't–" she miffed, "this child–" Madame Spetto uttered, pulling her to her feet, "my blood pressure–" she waved her wand and with a silent incantation, rid Lucy of the mess from running around the garden. "Come, child," and another wave, conjured a glass where Virgo conjured a bout of water from her wand. The madame handed the glass to a shocked Lucy, her mind replaying the frightening scene over and over and every time a more fearful outcome.
"Little Miss," Virgo tugged a lock of her gold tresses, "it's okay now," and handed her the glass of water. Lucy took a big gulp and stared into the maids dark eyes, her own laced with fear.
Her little hand grabbed the ones of Virgos and gripped it, "Thank you, Virgo," she muttered. Her maid nodded, and curled her fingers around hers.
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Just a few hours after the pond incident, Lucy gained back her merry attitude. Skipping over to her maid, she handed another book to the collection she wishes to read for the day, a fond smile on her face, the maid simply waved her hand and levitated it to the pile of books floating behind her.
"And thats the last one!" She said with glee. With cheerful strides, Lucy bounced out of her favorite room–the library–to her next favorite destination, the family wing. Her mood was in high spirits, today is her birthday and she has the day free from lessons which she could use to read all day, and maybe bother the staff too. Before she could open the brass doors leading to the family wing, a thick voice sounded from behind.
"Lucy."
She turned around and saw her father leaving his study. Her father is a tall man, big and strong like all the fathers she read in her story books. He made a gesture, one Lucy understood that she was being summoned.
"Yes, um... Sir?" She questioned. She and her father didn't talk much. He was never mean to her, or treated her in any way that would be abusive. He just wasn't there.
His face became grim for a second, however it swiftly left as it had came. "Happy birthday, little one," he greeted with a small smile. It was the first time he'd smiled at her after so long.
Lucy tried to stop her lower lip from trembling, she tried to blink the tears away, she tried to stop herself from snuffling, but what she couldn't stop herself from doing was jumping into the arms of her father as he greeted her once more, the second he has done so in four years. "Thank you daddy," she sobbed into his arms.
He was shaking. He knew he was. And he did not mind, no he did not. Just how he didn't mind that he was tightly holding onto the child in his arms. For four years he tried, and now he could.
"Happy birthday, my child." His eyes wandered over to the now open doors of the family wing where their entire staff watched with fond eyes as the father and daughter pair finally together once more. He carried the weeping child into the warmth of the family wing, seated himself onto the red couch by the fire. His daughter finally in his arms, he rocked himself side to side, just how he used to whenever she cried.
"Hi daddy," she whispered, a smile on her face.
Jude chuckled, and cleaned her face with a handkerchief. "Hello little one," he leaned in and gave her a big kiss on her forehead, chuckling once more when she let out a squeal of delight. A moment after, he released her from his tight grip and waved at Capricorn to approach.
The tall man walked over to the pair, a pale envelope in his hand. He took a seat beside them on the couch and greeted the girl whose bright eyes turned to him, "Happy Birthday, Little Miss," and handed her the envelope.
Lucy curiously held the envelope in her hand and turned it over.
On it read:
Ms. L. Heartfilia
Heartfilia Konzern
She took a glance at the ones around her and saw the entire staff looking over with excitement, delight–and was that fear or anticipation?–in their eyes. With gentle care, she opened the flap, breaking the seal, and gasped when she took a second glance at the emblem above the seal. Hogwarts.
"Hogwarts–this! This letter!" She exclaimed, ignoring the wince of her father as she did so next to his ear–also ignoring the shows of amusement of her apparent audience when they saw her father do so. "It's from Hogwarts!"
"Yes it is, love," her father indicated, "you're a witch, darling."
She released a shrill of glee–once more ignoring the grimace of her father when she did so next to his ear–and opened the flap of the envelope, gently tugging the letter out.
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To: Ms. Lucy Heartfilia
Heartfilia Konzern
Dear Ms. Heartfilia
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the dates for which shall be duly advised.
Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.
We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwarts' heritage.
Yours Sincerely,
Guildarts Clive
Deputy Headmaster
Supply list:
First-year students will require
1. Uniform
Three sets of Plain Work Robes (Black)
One plain Pointed Hat (Black) for day wear
One pair of Protective Gloves (dragon hide or similar)
One Winter Cloak (Black, silver fastenings)
Please note that all students' clothes should carry name-tags at all times.
2. Books
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 1
A History of Magic
Magical Theory
A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
Magical Drafts and Potions
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
3. Other Equipment
1 Wand
1 Cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set of glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set of brass scales
Students may also bring an Owl, a Cat, an Exceed or a Toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS!
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Lucy then abruptly stopped her glee, and her blood turned cold. She was–is–a witch, since when was she a witch? "I'm a witch," she drawled out, her legs giving out. She released small puffs of breaths, and her father tugged her close to his body.
"Yes, love, you are a witch," he patted at her hair, using his fingers to comb at her soft tresses, unknotting those that were caught.
"You're a witch, dear." Madame Spetto walked over, waving the other staff to go back to work and with her cane, pushed at the legs of her father, forcing him to nudge to the side to give her enough space to sit–which then also forced Capricorn to move to the right.
"You have magic, girl, you might not remember it, but you do," she consoled, her hand patting the little one on her fathers shoulder.
Lucy took a deep breath, and held it, slowly releasing it seconds later. "I'm a witch," she mused, reveling in the comfort her father is giving.
She announces it once more, "I'm a witch!" And giggles as she stumbles out of her fathers embrace, "I'M A WITCH!" She spins around and eyes her audience, Virgo was standing behind the couch, where Capricorn, Her Father and Madame Spetto are seated at. Just a few ways to the side were the Family Chefs, the Gardeners and the other Maids, all with smiles on their faces. She opens her mouth wide, "I AM A–"
BANG!
The sound of banging quickly silence the sound of joy in the air.
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