London, England
June, 1933
"Ella! Eleonora Carina Morrigan, where are you?!"
Eleonora heard her mother calling out her name, scurrying through an empty neighborhood sidewalk of London. She splashed through a puddle, water clinging to the hem of her red raincoat and dress underneath. She pushed her long brown braid behind her shoulders, and her green eyes squinted partly from mediocre eyesight as well as the glare of the sun on the wet pavement in front of her. Her snow-white skin contained a little red flush from running.
"Mom! Julrinyr got away! I have to find him!" the seven-year old witch called back. She was referring to a baby dragon she was looking after.
Eleonora's mother, Serafina, gasped when she saw a necklace laying on the ground. She picked up the thin silver chain, seeing the minuscule emerald stone still attacked to it. The clasp had broken, and fallen off of her daughter's neck.
Her face went serious, then she broke into a run after her daughter.
"Ella no magic! Your necklace came off!" She called. Serafina repaired the broken clasp with her wand as she ran, praying her daughter wouldn't use any magic. Serafina worried about her. Eleonora was a bright student who enjoyed to learn, but she carried a secret. Her family has direct lineage to the great Merlin himself, and unfortunately, the power Eleonora received was dangerously strong and uncontrolled. Serafina's relatives worked together to comprise limiters Eleonora wore in the form of jewelry through the application of alchemy, trying to provide a normal life for her. Thanks to the lineage with Merlin, Eleonora can communicate with dragons and looks after them on occasion.
Eleonora skidded to a halt, seeing the newborn dragon disappear into the bushes to her left. She crouched down, crawling through the bushes up to a fence. The small dragon walked through a small broken in the wooden fence in front of it. Eleonora followed it, crawling through the opening into another set of bushes.
Julrinyr shot out of the bushes, and in a panic, Eleonora leapt out to follow him. Realizing she couldn't stop in time, she slammed into someone around her size, tackling them to the ground.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?!" She cried, standing herself up in a hurry. She looked to the ground, seeing a boy with dark hair and fair skin like hers leaning back on his hands that broke the fall. He looked up to her, his bright blue eyes examining her apologetic face. She extended her hand, and he took it. She gave a grunt, pulling him up, and he dusted off his gray shorts.
"I'm alright," he replied calmly, then gave her a curious look.
"Who are you?" He asked, then she saw a small blur of green to her right on the ground. She sprang toward it, just missing the tail of the dragon, watching it run toward the building of the property.
"Oh no!" She cried, running after it. The boy followed them, and she watched it scurry through the open door.
"This is bad," she said quietly, and the boy walked over to her.
"What was that?" He asked, and she turned to him looking almost frightened.
"What did you see?" She asked, not wanting to reveal to a no-maj boy that it was a dragon.
"If I had to guess, a dragon? But that can't be, they aren't real."
Eleonora let out a laugh, saying, "you're on the right track. He's a reptile— a lizard. But I need him back, and I lost him."
The boy looked over to the door the dragon had run through, then back to Eleonora. He saw some dirt streaked across her knees, her blue summer dress and formerly white knee socks. He came to the conclusion that she seemed to be chasing this creature for a while, and he decided to offer his help.
"I'll take you inside. This is the orphanage I live in. Just try to be careful, it's better you aren't seen by anyone."
Eleonora gave a vigorous nod, saying, "Got it! I always win hide and seek games."
The boy nodded, then they walked over to the door. They walked through, and crept down the dark hallway, looking around for any hint of green in the dull colored and poorly lit building. They approached the stairs, ascending them carefully, then walked down the hallway looking into the rooms with open doors.
They heard something crash to the floor, running to a room with the door slightly ajar. The boy flung the door open, and the dragon ran around with a lampshade stuck on its head.
They entered the room, shutting the door behind them to contain the dragon. They chased it, tried to corner it, but the dragon was too panicked to slow down. Eleonora was trying her hardest to catch it without using the dragon language, knowing that it would obey her but reveal the secret of her powers to this no-maj boy.
But then, she sensed sheer panic at a peaked level, and the dragon inhaled deeply to prepare a breath of fire. And as a newborn, it would have no control over the amount of fire it spat— it could be only a spark or incinerate the entire building.
She reached out a hand, spoke with a commanding in draconic, then the dragon froze and knelt, bowing its head to her. The boy stared in shock at her, watching her remove the lampshade.
"Since when do lizards have wings?" He finally asked, and she froze. She turned to see him rather curious instead of frightened, which she found strange. Then he jumped a little, and she saw glowing light green eyes with slit pupils in the reflection of the mirror behind him.
"I've done it now," she muttered, realizing there was no way to explain her eyes to him.
"I um…" she began, unsure of what to say to him. She picked up the dragon in her arms, then faced the boy. He studied the creature for a moment, then it sneezed and sniffled. She seemed to tense up when it sneezed, then he saw the dragon inhale again for another sneeze. This time, some fire spat out with the sneeze, and it suddenly froze in mid-air, a few feet in front of the boy.
The boy's eyes widened, and Eleonora gulped nervously. She couldn't figure out a way out of this, as the obliviation charm was not permitted for a seven year old with no wand.
He stepped out of the trajectory of the small fire, then stared at it in shock. He held back a smile, then asked, "I'm not the only one!"
It was Eleonora's turn to be surprised, and she said, "what do you mean?"
He finally let himself smile, and said, "I've controlled fire before. I've made things happen that have no logical explanation. You talk to dragons, I talk to snakes."
Eleonora looked at the dragon in her arms, still suffering from an allergy attack with little sniffles. She gently pet its head, and it closed its eyes to snuggle into her arm. At this point, she believed it was safe to stop trying to lie, as this boy clearly had magical abilities too. Not even she could speak to snakes, so if anything, he carried immense power within his body.
"Prove it," she said quietly, waving a hand to eliminate the dragon's fire with magic. He extended his arm, then she felt her body lift off the ground, letting out a surprised yelp. She found herself levitating, then smiled at the feeling as expected of a seven year-old. He found himself smiling, as nobody had ever reacted happily to seeing magic from him.
"You said you can speak to snakes— can you show me?" She asked. The boy nodded, letting her down, then they exited the dingy dormitory. Eleonora clutched the dragon under her raincoat, and they quietly crept down the stairs and left through the back door. The two of them crept to the bushes, seeing three orphans playing tag.
"How do I get out of here?" Eleonora whispered as they hid. The boy watched the other children, thinking for a moment. He looked to the ground, squinting and examining it.
Eleonora tried to see what he was looking at, then saw the boy reach his hand out. A garden snake slithered onto his hand, hugging his wrist, and he began to hiss at it in a language she didn't recognize. Little did she know it was parseltongue.
The snake made its way back to the ground, and they watched it approach the open door.
"Wait—" Eleonora cried, and the boy held up a hand to stop her.
"He'll distract anyone who wants to come out. We don't want any more people to come outside. He'll be fine, snakes get in all the time during the summer."
Eleonora frowned, worried for the snake, then nodded back to the boy.
"Good idea," she agreed with hesitation. The boy looked back out to the rest of the yard, saying, "I could make a distraction, or we could wait for them to finish their game."
Eleonora carefully knelt to the ground, then sat down as she cradled the baby dragon.
"I'll wait. I've already gotten you in enough trouble for the day."
The boy looked at her for a moment, then sat next to her, hugging his knees. The cool summer air blew a breeze through the bushes that shaded them from the sun, leaving the sound of the rustling leaves adding to the laughs of the children in the distance.
"There's something else you're hiding." The boy said, suddenly breaking the silence. Eleonora silently stared at the dead leaf by her feet.
"Why would I?" She asked, and he frowned a little to himself.
"Maybe you have to. It's okay. I can keep secrets too."
Eleonora looked over at him, his sad stare watching the tag game unfold outside the safety of the bushes.
I'll tell him. He deserves to know about our world, Eleonora thought.
"Actually, I'll—" she began, then heard her mother's voice bark, "Eleonora Carina Morrigan! Get bak here right now, or I'll sell all your toys!"
They froze, seeing Serafina's head poking through the opening of the fence about 15 feet away.
"Mom, I found him!" Eleonora said, and Serafina sighed with relief.
"Tom! Where are you? It's time for dinner!" They all heard a woman's voice call from the house. Serafina and Eleonora looked at the boy, who sat frozen.
"I have to go. She'll search for me and find you," he said to Eleonora, who frowned.
"Alright then," she mumbled as he crawled toward the edge of the bush.
"Your name's Eleonora?" He asked, and she looked to find him facing her again.
"Yeah. Eleonora Morrigan. And you're Tom?" She said. He gave her a nod, then said, "Tom Riddle. Though, I'm guessing I won't be seeing you around."
"Why is that?!" Eleonora whined, a little hurt by that response. He shrugged, saying, "your accent is American. You probably don't live here."
She frowned, and nodded. He was right. She was with her mother in London for her ministry work, and they were scheduled to return back to Chicago the next day.
"Yeah, I'm going back home tomorrow."
"Where is home?" He asked, and she saw a sadness in his eyes. Of course he would, he's an orphan and watching a potential friend— the only one he almost had— leave to return to a loving family and home.
"Chicago."
"That's far. Well, Eleonora, it was nice meeting you."
"Thank you for the help, Tom. I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer to talk to you."
"Tom Marvolo Riddle! Get back here this instant!" They heard the woman bark as she began to search the backyard. Tom quickly hissed in parseltongue, allowing the garden snake to return and wrap around his wrist.
"Goodbye," he said, then stepped out. Eleonora sat for a moment, processing this mysterious boy she just met. He seemed to have a serious air to his personality, and curiosity. Although, his present behavior with the orphanage employee was completely different, as he scurried over to her with a wide grin, excitedly showing her the snake he "caught" in the bushes.
Eleonora watched him disappear into the house, then followed her mother out onto the sidewalk again. She trudged along, not saying a word, with Julrinyr napping inside her rain jacket in her warm arms.
"Did you make a friend?" Her mother asked, noticing how disappointed her daughter seemed. Eleonora nodded silently, still staring down at the street in front of her.
"He's a wizard. But he doesn't know we exist," she said, then Serafina went silent feeling sorry for Tom. Living in an orphanage all alone like that was hard enough without the added fact that he has magic. He must have it rough, and be seen as the ultimate outcast. And her daughter knew this too, she walked without the usual bounce in her step, clutching the dragon to her small body with a frown.
"I think he's powerful, mom. He spoke to a snake in the backyard, and it obeyed him."
Serafina stopped suddenly, and Eleonora gave her a surprised stare.
"What's wrong?" Eleonora asked. Serafina's eyes narrowed, and she said, "that's very rare, Ella."
"Is it? I talk to dragons," she inquired. Serafina nodded, saying, "yes, it's as rare as your ability to talk to dragons. Only handed through a strong wizard bloodline. Ours is through Merlin, his must be through Salazar Slytherin."
"Was he a great wizard? I've heard his name before," Eleonora said, raking her memory as to why she knew that name. Serafina nodded, holding her daughter's hand as they began to walk again.
"One of the greatest. Slytherin was one of the four founders of Hogwarts. He had the ability to communicate with snakes, in a language called Parseltongue. Legend has it that Merlin was his student around when the school opened nearly 1,000 years ago."
Eleonora froze in her tracks, and her mother looked down to see how surprised she looked.
"Slytherin taught the great Merlin himself?" She whispered, and her mother nodded.
"Yes, Merlin was in Slytherin house, and became the most powerful sorcerer in recorded history."
Eleonora thought for a moment of all the abilities she had from Merlin's blood, unable to fathom how strong his teacher must have been. Serafina sighed, then knelt to her daughter's height, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"That's why it's important you study at Hogwarts rather than Ilvermorny. You have a connection with Slytherin house, as did your family members since the school was founded nearly 1,000 years ago."
"I'm going to Hogwarts? That's a lot farther than Ilvermorny."
Serafina frowned, pushing her daughters brown braided hair over her shoulders, saying, "I know, sweetie. But I think you'll get more out of your studies if you go to Hogwarts. I went there, and so did your father. I met him there! Our family has been going for generations— especially my side. Eleonora, the reason why the ministry likes to use me for dangerous missions is because I learned how to control magic without a wand. I can stop a killing curse from hitting myself or a friend, and even disintegrate it into thin air once its cast. A group of Hogwarts professors trained us with each generation."
"Really?"
"Yes, and it's important. Your power is great, but dangerous without control. In fact, that's how I met dad. He was in Ravenclaw, so I had never talked to him before until we were sent on an errand for our transfiguration professor. I sneezed while walking with him, and lost control of my power since the sneeze distracted me, and my magic pushed him ten feet into a wall. Almost as if I had cast a stupefy charm."
"From a sneeze?!"
Serafina nodded, saying, "yes, a mere sneeze."
Eleonora giggled, then Serafina gave her arm a light push and said, "it's not funny!
"It's a little funny," Eleonora said, and her mother snorted with laughter.
"A little. But it's serious, Eleonora. And you're old enough now to know more about your ancestors. Through the centuries, our family was full of powerful sorcerers that were trained warriors that battled evil warlocks, and it's a tradition to train each person from my bloodline to fight."
Eleonora tilted her head to the right, giving her mother an innocent and curious look. She was clearly shocked by everything she was learning. Images of her mother's side of the family flashed through her head, piecing together everything she was teaching Eleonora.
"So, about this boy, I'll talk to Professor Dumbledore about him. You remember his name, right?"
Eleonora nodded with a smile, saying, "yes, he said his name's Tom Riddle."
"Okay, I know he's at Wool's Orphanage, so I think I have the information I need. But if he's your age, it'll be a few years before he can attend Hogwarts to study magic."
Eleonora frowned, and she said, "Mom? Will we be in London at all before then?"
Serafina shook her head no, saying, "I'm sorry, sweetie. Once I get promoted with the Magical Congress of the United States of America, I'll be out here more often. But I'm not quite there yet. And your dad's a doctor with his own practice, so he can't be gone for more than a week at a time. I don't think it'll happen. But I promise that I will take you back here when I get the opportunity."
Eleonora frowned, and Serafina felt a pang of guilt in her chest. She understood her daughter's disappointment. Any child would be thrilled to find someone as different as them. Eleonora had a hard time in her schooling with the other children. She was in a Catholic school, did well academically, but has to hide her powers and prevent close friendships from forming among muggles. Eleonora seemed lonely, and it pained her mother to see her this way.
"Eleonora, I promise you'll love Hogwarts. I met some really wonderful people there, and I promise that you will too," Serafina said with a reassuring smile.
"Like who?" Eleonora mumbled.
"Well, I'd say I was closest with my friend Theodora. I became friends with a cousin of hers- Merope- although I only met her through visits since she never went to Hogwarts. She was a sweetheart. And I met Evander. Dad went there too."
Eleonora's face lit up, as she was very fond of Evander. He was the only one she had met, and he always had something to teach her about potions or would entertain her with charms. He worked for the Magical Congress of the United States of America, but in a different department, so they didn't see each other very often. However, because he was a close friend of Serafina Eleonora's father, Eleonora saw him a few times a year.
"Evander!" Eleonora yelped excitedly, then Serafina corrected her and said, "He's Mr. Lestrange, Eleonora! You're seven!"
"Sorry, mom. He always tells me to call him Evander," Eleonora said sheepishly. Serafina smiled, and she said, "that sounds like him. He has a soft spot for kids. He loves to teach, doesn't he?"
Eleonora nodded with a happy smile, and Serafina smiled looking off to the distance, remembering the image of Evander reading Eleonora an astronomy book as she sat on his lap.
"What about the others?" Eleonora asked, then Serafina's smile disappeard.
"Merope passed away, and Theodora…" Serafina paused, studying her daughter's curious face. She bit her tongue, unable to tell her that Theodora was in Azkaban now.
"I don't really know. She moved away a long time ago," Serafina said, technically being truthful. Eleonora frowned, saying, "that's sad. I hope she's okay."
Serafina's face remained serious, as she resisted frowning with a pit in her stomach at the thought of her best friend being tormented by dementors. She had just found out too, and was thinking of a way to break the news to Evander. It would affect him more than it probably did with her, and she was heartbroken.
"Mom?" Eleonora said quietly, seeing her mother's fearful and almost disgusted expression. Serafina blinked and shook her head a few times, saying, "I'm alright. Just a little tired. I need to go to bed early tonight. Come on, Ella. We have to get back to pack. We leave at eight o'clock in the morning," Serafina said extending her hand. Her daughter's small hand clutched it, then they walked down the street, turning the corner, and disappearing from the orphanage's view.
Serafina navigated Eleonora through the streets of London, and she held her mom's hand to avoid losing her among the businesspeople scurrying from work to go home.
"Ella, this way," she said, pulling her to the left suddenly. They entered an alley that still contained a lot of people, but was much less busy.
"Don't go down alleys by yourself. It's okay because you're with me," she told her. Eleonora looked around, seeing puddles of rainwater that most likely never evaporated from the dilapidated brick beneath their feet. The buildings shadowed them from the evening sun, and there was more order to the way people walked through the passage between a pub and apartment building.
Eleonora squinted, seeing something on the ground ahead of her. She tugged at her mother's arm and pointed, then they approached it slowly. As they got closer, they saw three small children leaning against the wall, huddled together. There was a boy in the middle, and two twins leaning on both of his shoulders, wearing tattered clothing and cradling a blanket around them. He held a small bowl, and there was loose change in it.
"Isidore," one of the girls whined with a weak voice.
"What is it Clara?" He asked her, his thousand-yard stare blankly drilling into the wall in front of him.
"I'm hungry. Can we buy anything?" She said. He looked down to the change, saying, "I think there's enough for the two of you. Take it."
"No, you have to come with us," the other twin said, clutching his arm.
"Aiyana, take Clara and go. I can't stand up, I'm too hungry."
Serafina stopped in front of them, and they all looked up to her. The girls seemed a little frightened, and the boy looked a little confused. Serafina was tall, beautiful, and strong despite her lanky frame. It was obvious she was a trained fighter, and her natural gaze was intimidating.
"You guys hungry?" She asked, and the girls relaxed a little.
"Famished," the boy said. Serafina raised an eyebrow, impressed that he used that vocabulary for being so young. He seemed like he was Eleonora's age, and the girls probably 4 or 5.
"I'll buy you all dinner. Can you stand?" She asked, and he shook his head.
"They won't take us anyway in a restaurant. I don't have shoes," she mumbled, moving the blanket off of them. Serafina and Eleonora gaped in shock, seeing how thin they all were beneath their baggy clothes. He lifted a spindly arm, moving his tattered black bangs out of his face with a messy side part.
"You three, look…" she said, then shook her head.
"Pardon ma'am?" He asked, and Serafina shook her head.
"You three just look like two people I know. But they live in America. Though you sound American. Well, if you live here, I don't think you'd know them."
"Oh, that's nice," Isidore said, trying to smile politely.
"Yeah, it's striking. They went to school with a girl who looks so much like—" Serafina said with a smile, then they heard a police officer bark, "it's those kids! I found them!"
They all looked, seeing a cop barreling down the street, and Isidore muttered, "crap."
"Do you know him?" Serafina asked, then Isidore nodded, slowly forcing his body to stand as he prepared himself to run.
"Yeah, I stole his wallet," Isidore said casually, and Serafina recoiled in surprise.
"You stole from a police officer?! What were you thinking?!" She said, then looked to see the officer closing in. She cursed under her breath, knowing she couldn't leave the kids alone.
"His wallet was almost out of his pocket. I just bumped him to take it, it's not like I hurt him. I left him some money when I returned it!" Isidore argued back, and Serafina shook her head. He must've been really desperate for food to do something so brazen.
Her eyes darted around, trying to find an exit or door for them to run through, and she found nothing. There was too many people around to use magic too. Then her eyes locked on the blanket.
"Everyone, grab my arm. Now!" She cried, and they did. She tossed the blanket over them, and it floated down lazily to the ground. Serafina timed it, apparating with the kids out of the alley to an empty park nearby.
Isidore and his sisters staggered once they landed, extremely dizzy from hunger and the fact this was their first time apparating.
"Where are we?" One of the twins asked, and Isidore looked to Serafina with shock.
"You're a witch?" He said, and she stared at him blankly.
"My mother was too, you don't have to hide it," he told her seriously. Serafina nodded, saying, "I am. So is my daughter."
Eleonora nodded, opening her crossed arms and coat a little to reveal the newborn dragon. He gaped at it napping in her arms since she held it as if it was a small rabbit and not a fire-breathing reptile.
Isidore was about to say something, then one of the twins collapsed to the ground.
"Clara!" He yelped, running to her side and shaking her. Serafina scurried over, seeing the girl's hands shaking.
"She needs food. She fainted from hunger," Serafina said, looking around to see if there was a restaurant nearby.
"Eleonora, go buy them some food. I see a restaurant at the end of the street. Here's money, hurry!" Serafina said handing Eleonora a handful of cash. Eleonora scurried away, ordering three plates of chicken with vegetables and roasted potato and a slice of red velvet cake, then scurried out with the to-go order after paying. Clara was awake when she got back, leaning against a tree.
"I brought food! And got a cake!"
The orphans salivated just from smelling the food as Serafina and Eleonora opened their containers and handed them plastic silverware. They began inhaling their meals, and Serafina said, "don't eat too much. Your body isn't used to this, slow down a little."
The three of them listened, and slowed down, appreciating each bite of the freshly cooked meal.
"Thank you so much, you have no idea how much I appreciate this," Isidore told them.
"Thank you!" The twins said through a mouthful of steamed carrots. Serafina smiled, and said, "it's my pleasure. Do you guys have a place to stay? Like an orphanage?"
"We tried, but can't," Isidore answered, biting into the chicken.
"Why?" Serafina asked him, and he looked at her with a solemn expression.
"We're trying to avoid someone. Everywhere we go, he's found us."
"Who?"
"Our father," Isidore said bluntly, and Serafina went silent for a moment.
"Why—" she began, then she got distracted, seeing something flying towards them.
Eleonora handed them cups of water, and divided the red velvet cake into three equal slices. Isidore took a bite, then seemed to blush and relax.
"This is delicious! What kind of cake is it?" He asked excitedly.
"Red velvet. You haven't tried it before?" Eleonora replied, and he shook his head no, happily taking another bite.
"It's so good!" He said excitedly, and Eleonora smiled.
An owl swooped down, landing next to Serafina, dropping a red envelope on the ground. She froze, and Clara asked, "what is that?"
"A howler. I'm in trouble," Serafina said. She reached for it, then jumped when the letter opened itself and started screaming at her.
"Serafina Hera Morrigan! Your meeting was supposed to start an hour ago! The minister is getting impatient! If you want that job promotion, you'll be here in the next two minutes!" It barked, then Serafina gasped as it tore itself up.
"What?!" She cried, checking her watch.
"Crap, the battery on my watch died and I lost track of time! Eleonora, we have to go now!" She cried frantically, standing up and adjusting her clothes to be more presentable.
"I'm sorry you three, I'm going back to America tomorrow with my daughter, but I want to give you this," Serafina pulled out her purse, rummaging into her wallet and handing them 100 pounds. The orphans dropped their jaws, and she put it in Isidore's hands.
"This is—" he began, and Serafina stopped him.
"A lot, I know. But you need it. Buy shoes, new clothes, food, a hotel room for the night. Whatever you need. I'm sorry, but I have to go," she said, and held out her hand to Eleonora.
"Thank you," thee three orphans said, sincerely appreciative of her kindness. Serafina's heart broke, and she said goodbye with Eleonora before disappearing into thin air.
Eleonora sat in a hallway chair at the British ministry of magic, thinking about all the people she met today. It was definitely interesting, but she felt sad for them. Tom seemed so lonely, Isidore had his sisters but they had nothing. She could only pray for them to have better lives some day, and thought about what her mother said. She admired her words, yet was afraid.
Who am I, really? Eleonora thought, looking at her small hands and clutching them into fists. She felt Julrinyr stir in her coat, then he poked his little face out and looked up at her. He sensed her worry, and she saw a tear in his eyes, making her give him a sad smile.
"I'm okay," she said sweetly in English, petting his head. He crawled up her stomach a little, resting his front two legs on her chest, as if to say he didn't believe what she just said. He began to sniffle, then squinted his eyes, and she scurried for the handkerchief in her pocket, hoping it wouldn't catch on fire. Sure enough, he sneezed again, and she held it up to his face tensely waiting for fire. She relaxed, as he poked his snout with the handkerchief, and she said, "bless you, buddy," and chuckled. He nuzzled himself back into her arms, staring up at her to watch her facial expressions, unsure of how to comfort the stress he sensed.
She leaned back against the wall, realizing it was a lot to think about at once. She closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep, hearing the hum of Londoners hurrying home outside the windows in front of her. And her dragon did the same once he confirmed she was alright.
A/N: (probably the longest one, I normally don't have much to say other than "thanks for reading," so don't worry)
That was long, I know. But everyone mentioned here has significance, just like the last chapter. Next we will be jumping into the Hogwarts years for the sorting ceremony, then to the present timeline in Tom's upperclassman years.
You will see Tom's charming side in this, more often than his dark side. He had everyone fooled in his school days, so I wanted to stay true to that. However, Voldemort will come out sometimes, I promise.
Yes, Eleonora's very powerful. I'm kinda not a fan of Mary-Sues, so I promise she'll have her awkward and clumsy moments (bless her heart- I've already written them and relate on a spiritual level) and serve as comedic relief at times. I have a tendency to write all my characters in a drama with quirks. I can't just designate one character for comedic relief- everyone will have their fair share of just being a normal human that makes mistakes or does something embarrassing. Because that's life.
Anyway, with Eleonora- I figured if Tom was to change, there needs to people similar to him, and who can empathize with him. Everyone in this story will empathize with him, all in different ways. I know "romance,"is one of the genres I used, but it may refer to him and Eleonora or not. You'll have to just keep reading.
Thanks for reading the last of the prologue- give this a like, comment, follow or whatever you feel like doing.
~sapphire-stars579
