May 9, 1214 AD
Today, Antioch, Cadmus and I visited the elder trees where our ancestors are buried. We have been thinking of death and its many forms.
Antioch and Cadmus are both good men with great flaws. Antioch flies into a temper whenever he loses anything at all. Cadmus is stuck beneath the ground with his late wife, a mundane named Celia Gaunt, whose name he gave their son.
I, myself, prefer to hide from my problems rather than face them head on.
I often contemplate what makes the three of us so disinclined to preserve our family duty. We are far from the only remaining Peverells, and yet we are the most well known for the fact that we are most directly descended from Atlas Peverell.
I wonder what he would think of us, should he see my brothers and I now, for we shirk both family and duty.
The elder trees are strong and tall, and house great quantities of magic. They also reek of death.
May 13, 1214 AD
Antioch is determined to create an unbeatable wand. I have tried to tell him that an unbeatable wand does not mean an unbeatable master. He sneers at my advice and contemplates thestrals and elder wood and death.
I contemplate shadows and dark corners and hidden secrets. I contemplate the benefits of hiding beneath the ground and never coming up.
June 1, 1214 AD
Cadmus is the first of us to make a breakthrough. He has been searching for a way to commune with the dead, and has built an archway of marble and quartz from which there hangs a black veil that Cadmus claims is made of a Dementor's cloak. If one stands close enough, whispers echo from it - they are cold and disapproving and full of hatred.
I am quietly terrified.
June 12, 1214 AD
Antioch has a great desire for power - he wants an unbeatable wand, but with Cadmus' initial failure, he decided to begin elsewhere. He ended up with reflective glass. It shows him as a powerful man.
It shows Cadmus with Celia and his son.
It shows me in solitude.
I have concluded that the mirror shows your greatest desire. I have marked the elder wood around it with runes to preserve it, and I have written the mirror's purpose around the border.
I am not certain why I have covered the mirror with runes. Perhaps it is because the power of the mirror is strong and has me returning to admire my reflection.
It is as though the mirror keeps drawing me back.
I find this terrifying, as well.
July 16, 1214 AD
I have made great progress in my attempts to achieve invisibility. I ended up with a device that makes one invisible to the others in it. However, it deals in memory magic, and I do not wish to rely on memories to become invisible.
I will keep this as a success, though it was not my goal.
I plan to keep searching, I believe I am close to achieving my goal.
August 15, 1214 AD
Antioch's competitive nature has ensured that he was the first to succeed.
He used his mirror as a basis for his unbeatable wand. I am uncertain as to how he made the jumps necessary to get from his mirror to an unbeatable wand, but he succeeded.
Antioch Peverell is the proud owner of an unbeatable wand. I simply hope he can keep from boasting.
August 20, 1214 AD
Cadmus used a piece of a thestral's skull and the ashes of a dead man to create his resurrection stone. He wove thestral hair around it and crystalized it. The stone, like Antioch's wand, is carved with our family's symbol.
I feel as though we are tainting our family's legacy.
Rather than the whispers of the dead, Cadmus was able to summon Celia. She was displeased with this turn of events, but seems to have decided to forgive Cadmus.
There is a feeling of dread that lingers deep in my bones. Something terrible this way comes.
August 23, 1214 AD
I have made my invisibility cloak. It is the color of liquid silver, and is woven with the hair of a thestral and a demiguise. I stitched the hairs together with memory threads - those floating, silvery, wispy strands that I have taken from myself. These particular memories are filled with my desire for solitude. I threaded Runes into the hem with gold.
I, too have tainted our family legacy. I pricked my finger and traced our symbol into a corner of the cloak.
It is my hope that the cloak lasts until the end of time, looking freshly made, and expanding as needed by the wearer.
All of my experiments show that these goals should be possible.
To ensure success, I have woven some of my own memories into the body of the cloak - mostly memories of emotions I experience when I melt into the background, and some of my time in the memory device, where I was unacknowledged - which lends to the silvery color, as does the touch from my magic, which is silver.
I believe that the cloak's exposure to my magic, blood and memories has made it immune to the magic of others. Antioch and Cadmus cannot track me whilst I am covered by the cloak, nor can they summon it, and they cannot place curses or charms into the fabric.
September 1, 1214 AD
Antioch is dead. I warned him that an unbeatable wand does not equate an unbeatable owner. He refused to listen.
His boasts led to competitions. He won, of course; the wand would not allow him to lose.
His throat was slit in the dead of night, and his wand stolen.
I have made it my mission to recover the wand for two reasons. One is that it is too dangerous to be out in the world. It is too dangerous to be more than a myth. Second is that the wand is made from the elder tree under which our forefather, Atlas Peverell, was buried.
The wood of the wand is saturated in magic - Atlas was a powerful wizard in his own right, elder wood is rare and powerful, and the tree under which his body - the third of our family to be buried - lays, was the third to be planted on the third piece of land he procured for his family.
Three is a powerful number. Antioch knew this when he made the wand, for he also braided three tail hairs from three thestrals together. And he told me that each hair was the third on the tail.
I must find it, for I fear the destruction it could bring into the world if it remains lost.
September 3, 1214 AD
Cadmus hanged himself this morning. Celia grew unhappy the longer she stayed in our world. I believe it caused her great pain to remain on this side of the veil than she let on. Cadmus followed her to his veil yesternight, and watched as she passed through it to join the angry whispers of the dead.
Cadmus let her return, but found he could not bear life without her, when he had enjoyed her company again.
I find myself wondering if my brothers and I were too ambitious in our goals. Two of the three of us are deceased.
I have passed the stone on to Cadmus' daughter, in the form of a ring. Cadmus carved upon the surface of the stone our family's symbol. I will claim it to be Cadmus' when I inform his daughter of her father's death.
I am hopeful that both the wand and the stone will be erased from history, though I am not optimistic about the outcome. At least the cloak will stay in the family.
January 7, 1220 AD
I have had no luck in my search for Antioch's wand, despite following rumors.
People speak of an unbeatable wand and the bloody trail that follows in its wake.
Everyone I come across denies any knowledge of the accursed thing.
November 23, 1220 AD
Still no luck with the wand.
I have met a woman and asked for her hand in marriage. She has accepted.
We are to be married within a fortnight.
December 7, 1220 AD
Azaria Léaina is my new wife. She is from Athens, and I met her on my search for Antioch's wand.
Azaria was bitten by a werewolf when she was a child. She is one of the lucky few who can control her shift. Her family is descended from Remus, brother of Romulus. We believe that this has something to do with her ability to control it, as Remus grew up with Lupa.
Perhaps the knowledge of how to commune with wolves has been inherited.
Whatever it is has made Azaria stronger and faster than the average witch, and her magic is as strong as mine.
My wife has the amber eyes of a were, and the scar from the bite marks her right shoulder. She has wild black curls with golden strands woven into the locks. She is quite beautiful, and we have already ensured that we will be able to have children together.
Azaria is knowledgeable in runes and arithmancy, and has recorded her findings about werewolves - both her own experiences and those of other weres.
I find myself looking forward to life with her; I no longer desire solitude, though my cloak will always be useful to me. For now, I have put the fabric away; I will tell Azaria about my brothers' and my mistakes. I pray that she will advise me.
I pray that I will find a way to protect the world from our decisions.
March 2, 1221 AD
I told Azaria about the foolishness of myself and my brothers yesterday. She seemed equal parts disappointed and impressed. I asked her for advice, and she suggested that I tell a story to cover up our reality.
She thanked me for telling her about my mistakes, and I believe she is proud that I want to fix them.
On another note, Ria is pregnant. We are both quite excited for the birth of our child, though she has voiced her concerns that our child may turn out to be a werewolf. I must admit that I am unsure if our child will be born with lycanthropy or not, but I am sure that it will not matter either way.
I will love our child no matter what.
June 13, 1221 AD
Ria and I chose to move away from my ancestral home. It is beautiful and filled with memories, but it is large, and we are often the only inhabitants. So, we decided to build a home near the coast, where our children can grow up and not be separated by the many wings of the Manor.
I have built our new home, and it resembles a large cottage. In the same style as the Manor, our cottage is made of wood and stone, with a ward stone in the library. It is located on only five acres of land, and is situated upon a cliff that overlooks the ocean.
It is beautiful here, and Ria seems happy. I look forward to raising our children here.
September 1, 1221 AD
I have decided to keep the story as close to the truth as possible, while also making it clear that it is a fallacy.
It will go like this: three brothers are traveling along a road. They come across a violent stream and build a bridge across it. Death offers them a reward for thwarting him, and the eldest asks for an unbeatable wand. The middle brother requests a stone to raise the dead. The youngest brother asks for a cloak of invisibility. The eldest brother's throat is slit, and the wand stolen. The middle brother kills himself in his grief, and his child receives the stone. The youngest brother lives a long life and joins Death as an old friend, many years later.
It is almost what happened, with enough fantasy in it that very few will believe it, if any do.
I hope no one considers the fact that it might be real. These artifacts are too powerful to end up in the wrong hands.
December 20, 1221 AD
Ria gave birth this afternoon. Our first-born has her amber eyes and black hair. Ria has chosen the name Remus Ignotus.
Our child honors Ria's ancestors, and since he has received her eyes and hair, as well as her lycanthropy, Ria insisted that I give him my name.
I did not object, and like my forefathers, I set up a trust fund with the Goblins. Ragnok is in charge of yet another vault, though he does not seem at all upset by this, if his sharp grin and rusty congratulations are anything to go by.
I finally understand what Atlas was doing when he set up all the rules for our family. Now that I have lost my brothers and gained a wife and son, I understand the desire to protect family.
I will do anything for my family.
May 5, 1222 AD
Remus does not have the same control over his shift as Ria does. It hurts him to shift into his wolf form each full moon. Ria and I cannot bear to watch the pain he goes through each month, especially not at such a young age.
We have started to experiment with potions and spells. With any luck, we will come up with something that will allow Remus to move from one form to another at will.
I fear that if we do not, the pain will be too much to bear.
I will not lose my child to his nature.
June 11, 1222 AD
Ria and I have finally created a spell that will separate Remus from his wolf form. I am unsure what will happen to the wolf, but Remus will no longer suffer through the pain of the shift each month.
We have plans to perform the spell today, at high noon. I hope that this will fix our problems.
June 13, 1222 AD
Last night was a full moon. Remus didn't shift, so he didn't go through that pain, thank Merlin.
He shifted this morning. He is now able to become a wolf at will. I believe that our spell has separated Remus from the wolf, and put them back together in a way that means they are no longer fighting each other.
It is as though werewolves are two beings, and most of them cannot share the body they are trapped in. It is as though werewolves are two beings - a human and a wolf - who are broken and shoved together with those ragged edges meeting and causing pain.
This spell - Secreti Melius - pulls the two apart and smooths the edges and puts them back together. It mends the broken edges and makes the werewolf what it should have been all along.
Remus now has control over both forms, and he is a werewolf in the same way that Ria is. The strength and speed and senses of the wolf carry over into the human form.
Ria and I are very pleased with the outcome of this spell. I hope it will be used in the future, so that werewolves need not experience the pain my son has.
April 1, 1222 AD
Ria has given birth to are both boys, and they have my grey eyes and Ria's black and gold hair.
We have named them Calum Arcturus and Atlas James. They are nearly identical, the only difference being that one of Calum's eyes is amber, while both of Atlas' are grey.
Neither of them are werewolves; though if they had been, Ria and I could have used our spell - there have been no adverse effects so far.
Ria has been planning to have a family reunion back at the Manor in a month or two. She thinks that our family should be closer than it is, and I have to agree. I know that when Atlas first founded the family, everyone was very close, but as time goes on, we have become more spread out.
I fear that our family will one day fade as the Pendragon family did. They, too, began as a large family. But over the generations, they had fewer and fewer children. And by the time Caelum became king, the family had no spare heirs - and Caelum had no children, so the Pendragons died out.
The world has suffered for it. We no longer have king, and are often in a state of discord. Our family is working to keep everything in line, but if we are not careful, we will end up like the Pendragons: barely more than a memory.
And so, I have agreed with Ria; we will have a reunion, and everyone in the family will be there. Thank goodness the Manor has enough land for such things to be possible.
It makes me think. We have all become buried in our duty. Are any of us balancing family and duty, anymore? I am certain that Atlas would be appalled to see the state of our family. It is so young, and yet we are already falling apart and forgetting ourselves.
23 June 1222 AD
Today is the Summer Solstice, and the day Ria has chosen for the reunion. Everyone was invited weeks ago, and everyone showed up.
I can say honestly that I had no idea of how big the family truly is. There are hundreds of us, and it is frankly impressive how much we have grown since our founding.
Even the death of my brothers years ago has not diminished the size of our family. I must say that it is a good thing for us that the Manor's rooms are bigger than they appear.
Ria invited everyone to arrive today, and to stay for seven; we are all obsessive about magic. Today is a magically powerful day, and seven is a powerful number. The Manor will be full for a week, and though I am uncertain what Ria has planned, I do know that she has put a great deal of preparation into this event.
30 June 1222 AD
Our family is insane. The Manor was always bustling, children were constantly underfoot, there were several arguments and heated debates about spells or potions.
But we are closer to each other, now. We have plans to meet at the Manor again for Lammas, the Autumn Equinox, Samhain, Winter Solstice, Yule, Imbolc, the Spring Equinox, Beltane, and the next Summer Solstice. The family wants these gatherings to become tradition.
Today, Ria and I were followed home by one of my cousins. Because apparently, we are now able to drop into everyone's homes whenever we desire. It's part of becoming closer as a family.
Ria has decided to invite her side of the family to Lammas and every holiday after that. I cannot say I am displeased by this turn of events. I desire company in a way that I never did when my brothers were still alive.
It is good to know that we are not alone in this world.
August 1, 1222 AD
Today is Lammas, so the entire family is back at the Manor for three days.
I predict that these days will be filled with chaos. The turnout is even larger than it was on the Solstice because Ria invited everyone's families, cousins, in-laws, decrepit great-uncles five times removed. Everyone that anybody has a blood relation to is at the Manor. I believe we might need to find a new location if we intend to keep this up. We haven't yet exceeded the capacity of the land available, but we will soon.
As of right now, there are no signs of this family decreasing any time soon. I can't say I'm disappointed by that.
Ria has agreed to begin searching for a larger venue, though she mentioned that lands larger than those of the Manor will be difficult to protect. Then she got a peculiar look and walked off to find someone. I do not doubt that she will share her idea with me once it is more developed.
For now, I must go and entertain our various family members.
August 5, 1222 AD
Ria wants to form a coven. She wants one female from each of the original lines, of which there are seven.
She has decided she will be in the coven, which means that she only needs to find six females from Atlas' children's lines. Since she technically counts for Polaris' line through me, she only needs to get people from Athena, Christopher, Avalon, Andromeda, Roman and Freyja's lines to agree.
I understand her reasoning. A coven will protect more land than an order of wizards ever will, given that a coven is made of seven and an order only includes three. Either option would be better than relying on wards to protect as much land as we require, but a coven will be the best option. I just think that it will be difficult to find someone for each of the lines to agree.
It will be most difficult to find someone for Christopher's line because Rowena was his only child. As far as I know, Rowena only gave birth to Helena, who died fairly young. Ria and I will have to investigate the family tree in the vault to find someone from Christopher's line who is still alive; Rowena is long dead, and Helena's ghost speaks to no one.
August 10, 1222 AD
Ria visited Ragnok the other day to try to find someone for Christopher's line. She lucked out, and was able to find someone. Today, Ria has gone to visit her candidates for the positions in the coven. She has assigned me the task of finding an appropriate piece of land for our future gatherings.
She requests a great deal of land, with trees and water and no one near. I agree with her wish for seclusion; some day we may need to hide our land, and we don't want people noticing that it's missing all of a sudden.
I decided to ask Ragnok if he knows of any pieces of land that meet our requirements. He told me he'd look around, and he informed me yesterday that he had found an island that he thought I would like.
I went to see it today, and it is perfect. There is a large area of sand at one end, and the rest of the island is covered in grass and trees. There are a few inlets where water touches, and the island extends farther than I saw, because the water was high. I told Ria about it, and she agreed to visit it.
With her approval, I will begin building a living space for our family members. Then we will have to decide what to call the island.
I wonder how we will manage to hide it in the future.
May 2, 1223 AD
Ria has given birth to a daughter. She has black hair and grey eyes; her name is Ariadne Seren.
We have finished building on the island - Aonachd Island is the name we have chosen. Rather than one large house, I decided to build multiple cottages for each part of the family. In the center of the island is a pillared marble building with steps up to it. There are several long wooden tables in the space, where we will eat our meals, and then spend time wherever we wish on the island.
Ria has successfully pulled together her coven, and they have begun preparing protections for Aonachd. The women have named the coven Pugna Praesidio - fight to protect. They hope to be finished with the protections by the Summer Solstice, but have agreed to spend the week at the Manor if the island is unprotected. None of us are willing to risk our family, and the Mundanes have become dangerous and warlike.
We have just begun pulling together - the goal of this is not to lose everyone now that we have united.
May 31, 1224 AD
Cassandra Pandora was born yesterday. She, too, has black hair and grey eyes. She is much louder than any of our other children ever were. Ria and I are worried about her - she is perfectly healthy, and if anything we are doing better by her than the others.
There must be another explanation, and since Cass isn't a werewolf, and neither Ria nor I have banshees in our families, there is only one possibility that comes to mind.
I hope that I am wrong in thinking our daughter is a Seer. If she is, she will have a hard and tragic life ahead of her.
I pray to all the gods that I am wrong.
January 3, 1230 AD
Cass is a Seer, after all, and the things she has seen and shared with us have been equal parts terrible and great. She seems to see only into the far future, and for this I am grateful. No one will be able to prove her wrong for centuries, and we will have time to prepare. It seems as though many of her visions are subject to change, and they are rarely clear - often she Sees in symbols.
Dark times are coming, though I know not when. I have encouraged Cass to write her visions down, so that we may be prepared in the future.
I pray that Cass' visions and advice will be enough to save our world from demise.
May 1, 1230 AD
Both our immediate and extended families are closer than ever. I am grateful for this; Cass has foreseen a time when there will only be a very few of our family remaining. Merlin, but I pray that this will never come to pass.
August 12, 1240 AD
It has been years since I last wrote. Much of the past decade has been spent with our family. Nothing of true significance has occurred; children have been born, family members have died. Life comes full circle, again and again.
Remus has gotten married to a daughter of the Blæc family. Luna is quite lovely, with hair the color of coal and eyes of silver.
They were betrothed several months ago using a ring of looped silver and moonstone that Remus made himself.
The wedding was wonderful, my children are happy, and our family has grown once again.
January 2, 1248 AD
My children are all grown and married, and the only times I see them are when everyone is celebrating at Aonachd, or for the celebrations of their births. They all have children, now, and businesses of their own. Our family has opened so many shops around Gringotts over the two centuries that there is an entire street filled with them.
The other Magicals call the street Peverell Alley, though I doubt that it will remain under the same name for long.
Cass and Ariadne have opened up a place near the Wizengamot where people with illness and other needs go. Cass has no doubt used her visions for the progress she has made in that area.
Remus and Luna have been studying love, and have built a place for their research not far from the Wizengamot. When they showed me the land, I nearly gave everything away; it was uncomfortably close to Cadmus' veil.
I wonder, sometimes, if it is wrong of me to hide the mistakes my brothers and I made. But they think the world of me, and I cannot bring myself to darken their opinion of me, yet.
There is still time to introduce them to my fears and flaws. Today does not have to be the day that I confess.
June 29, 1270 AD
I grow older each year, and yet I look the same as the day I married Ria. Some people believe it is luck that keeps some wixen young while others age only slightly slower than a Mundane.
I do not believe in luck. I believe in magic. I hypothesize that the slower one ages shows how strong their magic is. Those with weaker magic age faster, while those with extraordinarily strong magic age far slower than their counterparts.
Ria and I are both nearly three quarters of a century old, yet neither of us look older than two decades. By looking at us, one would not be able to tell if we were older than our children, who also appear younger than their years.
I cannot say why some of us are more magically powerful - and therefore more youthful - than others. I would like to find out someday, though I have this feeling that the answer is right in front of my face.
It seems as though only certain Houses get weaker as the generations go by. Some remain as powerful as when I was a child, while others become progressively less so.
What is happening to our magic?
December 23, 1300 AD
No luck on the weakening magic front.
The family is larger than ever.
Ria and I have decided to leave the Cliffside Cottage for our children. It's too big - too empty - for just the two of us. So we've decided to find somewhere smaller. That way the house won't feel like it's full of ghosts.
No one's even died there, but sometimes it feels haunted by the memories of what used to be. Ghosts don't have to be only dead people, I've discovered. Sometimes ghosts come from emptiness, from memories, from lies and broken promises. And though dead people do not linger in the shadows here, all the other things do.
Remember the past, don't live in it.
It's time to move on.
April 2, 1301 AD
We have found a beautiful cottage in Godric's Hollow. It is smaller than the Cliffside Cottage, though the location is far greener. Its back faces a little pond where a tree grows near the center. Ria and I are quite enamoured.
We plan to spend the rest of our lives here, and when we die, we will pass down another property. Now that we have the Lionsmouth Cabin, Ria and I have decided that we might like to travel the world. I believe it will be a fascinating experience. I have always had an interest in other countries, and now that we no longer have the responsibility of children, and are no longer the hosts of the celebrations every month or so, we have the time to go anywhere.
May 5, 1301 AD
Ria has been trying to convince me that our family's coven will not be enough to protect us. She wants to form an order of wizards of the family. She claims that it's a preventative measure, that there is nothing coming anytime soon, but I wonder if she has been talking with Cass.
Whatever the case, Ria has learned something that has unsettled her, and so I believe I will agree to form the order she desires.
More protection for our family will not do us any harm.
May 20, 1301 AD
The order will be made of men descended from Polaris' line, Christopher's line, and Roman's line. One man from each of the original sons of the family. Remus has agreed to stand for Polaris, and I will turn to the family tree to find someone to stand for Christopher and Roman.
I wonder what is coming that demands an order and a coven.
June 1 1301 AD
I have found men for the remaining lines. All three of them are quite gifted, and magically powerful. All three are bonded in marriage, as well, so their magic is settled, and as strong as it will become.
They wished to honor the first mother of our family, and so they call the Peverell order the Order of the Phoenix.
Ria was ecstatic when she heard.
On another note, Ria and I have set off on our first adventure. We have headed East, for the tales of the riches found there are great. We have many years left to live, and hope to explore the entire world before we return back to Lionsmouth.
August 3, 1301 AD
Ria and I came across a wonderful island just yesterday as we made our way through Germania. It is green and healthy, with no one near. It is mountainous, with a valley looping around the center, which rises up and plateaus. It is a lovely place, and Ria and I have decided to claim it for our family.
We have informed the Goblins of our desire, and they contacted one of our family members who has an interest in architecture. He has agreed to begin building on the land, as it was previously unclaimed. Someday, we will have to buy land with money, but today is not that day.
We have named it the Northern Isle.
September 1, 1301 AD
Ria has stepped down from her position in Pugna Praesidio. She nominated Cass to take her place. Cass refused, saying that Ariadne should have it, but that she would act as an advisor for the coven.
October 7, 1301 AD
I am starting to think that my entire purpose in life is to find more land for this family. This time, Ria and I found a piece of land on the border of Mongolia. In this weather, it is stunning, all different colors. The land is said to be fertile. It is a little spit of land that lays on a river. It is mostly flat, with a hill reaching up and out.
Ragnok is unnaturally delighted each time we add a piece of land to our name.
The Crescent Aral will be built upon in a few months' time. I am curious to see what our cousin will create. I trust that he will make any lodgings sturdy and pleasing to the eye.
Both Pugna Praesidio and the Order of the Phoenix have offered to lay protections on our new land, including Lionsmouth. Ria and I have accepted.
December 23, 1301 AD
I have been trying to come up with a spell that will hide our lands from unfriendly eyes. I have almost succeeded. Yesterday, I managed a spell that is close to what I am attempting to create. Ria agreed that it had some flaws, but that it could still be used.
It is not a difficult spell. It is reminiscent of an Unbreakable Vow in casting, but only needs two people. One person casts the spell, while the other has the spell cast upon them. They are told the name or location of the place being hidden, and all knowledge of the location is wiped from the caster's mind. It is also removed from the minds of anyone who previously knew the location.
Essentially, the location becomes a secret, and the one holding the knowledge of it becomes the secret keeper. They have the power to share the secret, and once it is shared, it will remain in the minds of those receiving the secret.
I call it the Fidelius Charm. Secretum Celare.
I agree with Ria that it has flaws. It requires a great deal of trust, for it requires the secret keeper to tell the secret willingly. One must trust that their keeper will not betray them.
I will continue to try finding a solution to this idea. I want the land to disappear off the maps. I want it to disappear from existence - as though it never existed. This is where the Fidelius fails, for it does not remove the existence from mind, only the location.
February 12, 1302 AD
Abscondita est terra. This is the spell that hides land. It makes places unplottable because they no longer exist except to a select few. There are a few differences between this and the Fidelius, even beyond what they do. The Fidelius hides. This spell erases. It is technically mind magic because it erases knowledge from everyone but the caster.
With this spell comes a few natural wards. The landowner must physically bring people into the area for it to exist to them. The name can only be spoken when in the vicinity, and only those keyed into the wards can bring people into the area, and the process to key someone in may be tedious.
This is exactly what I have been trying to accomplish. I will be able to hide our family's land from outsiders. The Goblins will have a record of our properties, each of which will have at least one House Elf. The House Elves will bring any visitors to the properties, as well as help out as negotiated between the Elves and our family.
I have placed on of the spells on all of our properties except the Manor; as of right now, people are so rarely there that there is no point in protecting it further than its basic wards.
April 7, 1302 AD
Ria and I are making our way back across the continents. We made a stop in Hindustan and, unsurprisingly, claimed another piece of land we call the Mariscis. It is beautiful and peaceful there, and the land is extensive enough that I hope to have a village built upon it at some point. For now, though, I will settle for a single house that leaves room for expansion later on.
Then, we stopped in Kemet, near the Nile. The land was beautiful, and the black soil intriguing. For posterity, Ria and I chose a smaller piece of land on the river. We have named it the Nirobe, and hope to use the fertile land to grow crops so that we are less dependent on others.
In Kemet, the magic used is impressive, and almost entirely in Runes. Ria and I have tried to learn some of their magic, and have added what we know to the family grimoire.
June 1, 1302 AD
We made a stop in Athens yesterday evening. The wizards there are ruled by a council of twelve. They are from the same family, and seem to be just rulers. They are all very powerful. I feel as though they have the same magical strength as myself and Ria, though it is possible they are stronger. The Mundanes of Athens see the twelve - Olympians, as they call themselves - as gods.
The eldest of the Olympians - Zeus - offered an alliance between our family and his. Ria and I accepted, and in a gesture of goodwill, Zeus gifted us with more land. In this case, we were gifted a stone house that is surrounded by other stone houses, none of them identical. Interestingly, the house is in a part of the city that is inhabited by Mundanes and Magicals. This is not entirely surprising, as the wizards here seem to have a far better relationship with the Mundanes than we do.
So the house - Toúvlo Orofí - has houses in any direction of it, and nearly half belong to Mundanes. They are really quite progressive humans.
It seems to me that it is time to begin interacting with Mundanes.
June 17, 1302 AD
Ria and I have made our way to Rome. The city is fascinating, with its colosseum and the pantheon. It is similar to Athens, but in some ways it is as though they are older, even though Athens is by far the oldest of the two.
I wonder if Athens' youth has something to do with the Olympians.
Rome seems as though it has been steadily leached from by its many emperors. Perhaps they are the reason for Rome's aged appearance. It is still a beautiful city, though.
I swear that I was not intending on adding more land to our possessions, but it as though plots of it throw themselves at me. Ria and I have gained yet another piece of land to our accounts. No doubt Ragnok will be overjoyed.
By another I mean Ria and I stumbled across two gorgeous areas and claimed them both. There are beautiful gardens at one and a waterfall at the other. The former is called Il Giardino and the latter is La Caduta Segreta. Both areas have houses made of marble already built. They are exquisite in their simplicity, and very elegant.
July 30, 1302 AD
Ria and I crossed the ocean out of curiosity. We did not expect to find land, let alone the quantity that is available. The land here varies drastically, and the magic is wild.
We informed Ragnok, who joined us for the last leg of our explorations. He looked on with insurmountable glee as we chose a plot of land between two lakes to add to our family assets. It is called Dyffryn Enfys and only a mile east of it is a little pool situated between two cliffs that we named Pwll Gwydr.
The land here is beautiful, and with Ria's assistance I have made it unplottable. Ragnok seemed approving. I am unsure if his approval is good or bad.
Ria and I have decided to return home to Lionsmouth. We have spent enough time exploring, and the Goblins will be busy excavating the land across the ocean for gold.
Never get between a Goblin and gold. There is a reason they work with Dragons, and it is not because they want to be friends.
March 12, 1310 AD
I have finally told my children of the mistakes my brothers and I made. I gifted Remus the invisibility cloak. The veil has been hidden - I do not know where it is any longer - and the mirror Antioch created has joined those deathless voices in hiding.
I gave Cass the memory device I created, and she promptly named it a Pensieve.
Ria and I are now three years and a decade older than a century. I have started feeling tired, and we have begun aging, though the process is still slow. I much prefer being frozen in time, my body and mind still youthful. Alas, all things must come to an end, and my end is fast approaching.
I cannot say I am disappointed. Despite my mistakes in my youth, I have lived a good life. I have done much in the time I have lived upon this earth, and even my youthful mistakes may be portrayed as accomplishments. I hope that my family's sacrifices will be appreciated in the future.
May 23, 1320 AD
I have spent all of my life hiding from Death. I have lived well, and am now prepared to join him.