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Anthony Dolocelli walked his last guest out of his house. He did not recognize the man behind the mask, but that did not surprise him; lately, their numbers had reached incredible amounts. To be honest with himself, Tony was surprised that there were that many people out there that were that willing to the Dark Lord's cause. Not that he would ever say that out loud.

"Get some rest, Tony mate," his companion told him in a gruff voice, clapping him on the back. Anthony didn't worry about how the man knew his name - everyone knew his name. "You look exhausted."

To say that Tony Dolocelli was exhausted was the understatement of the year. This meeting had lasted until around three in the morning. As usual, he was the last to leave his family's estate, even after Voldemort himself had left. He had to make sure the estate was in proper conditions and had to threaten the servants to stay quiet. Not that the house elves had a choice, but it was good to take that extra step just to be sure.

Then there was the fact that one of his glorious white Bengal tigers had gotten loose last night around eleven. They had lost Pazi Slovanjek, a new recruit from Poland. The fool obviously never had any form of training - as soon as he saw his beautiful Bella lurking in the shadows he had sprinted toward the door. The idiot ran right towards her waiting claws. Bella was his most tamed and talented pet and had proven herself useful numerous times; she had a sense of picking out the weak and devouring them as quickly as possible. This saved them quite an amount of time and energy of weeding out the weak recruits and disposing of them.

Raising the tigers was a family tradition, started by Anthony's pompous ancestor, Marcello Saverio Dolocelli the first. He was the great-great-great-grandfather to Anthony and the great-grandson of Merlin himself. He was also the one who built the monstrosity of a house that was currently being used as headquarters for the Death Eaters. Proud of his wealth and ancestry, Marcello had decided that his family needed a family emblem, a hobby of some sort. He chose the only animal that he deemed worthy of the family strength and beauty - the white Bengal tiger.

Marcello had started out with two tigers, a male and a female named Emmett and Rosalie. Should you look up the meanings of the names you'd find that they mean 'strength' and 'beauty.' How fitting these names were, seeing as they were the only things that Marcello ever cared for. And he had made sure that his obsessions were secure.

He researched Merlin as much as possible. Through his studies he found out that Merlin had four daughters, but no sons. His daughters were not raised in England, but in Italy with their mother who was no more than a common witch. Their names were Adrianna, Natalya, Rosalie, and Neve Splendido, having taken the last name of their mother. As the stories went, all were incredibly beautiful, but none could compare to Rosalie. Adrianna, Natalya, and Neve all had glorious straight brown hair and dazzling chocolate eyes like their mother. They were all very tall and slender, not to mention they were quite gifted at magic seeing as they had Merlin for a father.

But then there was Rosalie. Compared to the others, she was an angel among commoners. Their beauty was lost against her. Who would notice their dull, common brown hair when Rosalie shook her golden blonde curls? And why bother batting your eyes at a man when he's too entranced by Rosalie's cerulean pools, surrounded by the longest eyelashes ever? What good was your height when everyone seemed to prefer the smallness of Rosalie? And who was there to impress with magic when Rosalie was a thousand times better at it than you were? Rosalie, Rosalie, Rosalie. The worst part about Rosalie was that she was so incredibly selfless, it was impossible to hate her. Every time her sisters turned around, there she was volunteering her time to help the needy, teaching younger children all about magic and how to control it perfectly. She was flawless.

As the oldest sister Adrianna married first. She married a common man, Carlo Cataldi from the next village over. Carlo was a Muggle, something that was not known to Adrianna's parents when they approved of their betrothal. Adrianna had been clever whenever Carlo had met with her family; He was always put under a trance, never really there but just nodding to whatever Adrianna said. They of course found out the truth when Adrianna had confided in Natalya, who had always been the most selfish sister. Adrianna was disowned immediately, but she was happy. She had found true love and was fine being a carpenter's wife. What was not to love? She was in love with a wonderful man, she had kept her beauty, she had kept her powers, and she had a family on the way.

The selfish Natalya was the second oldest and thought with Adrianna out of the picture that her parents would love her more. She thought that without another sister there would be more room for her, who had always been pushed to the side being the middle child. Adrianna had always been the oldest and the smartest, Rosalie was the most beautiful, and Neve was the sweet innocent baby. There had never been enough time for poor Natalya who had always been ignored. With Adrianna gone she figured that she would take her place as the smartest. Her life would be easy from there on.

How wrong Natalya was. Determined not to make the same mistakes they did with Adrianna, Natalya's parents refused to let her marry the man she loved, despite that he was a wizard. They arranged a marriage with a horrid man, Paolo Rizzonetta. Paolo was a small fat wizard whose blood was just as pure as Natalya's was. With the joining of the two, a great amount of money was transferred to the Splendido account. He was terrible to her though, hardly allowing her to leave their house. It was her place to care for their children and clean the house, despite the fact that they could afford elves to do all of that.

Neve was a year younger than Rosalie, but she found love at the young age of seventeen. His name was Stefano Pignatelli and he was perfect for her. Three years her major, Stefano was a pureblood wizard whose family owned every profitable wizarding store in eastern Italy. He had fallen head over heels for Neve the first time he saw her. Unnecessary to say, her parents approved completely.

So there was Rosalie, the most beautiful and kind out of all the sisters left unmarried for the longest. Even little Neve had taken a husband before she had, which came to a surprise to all. But if one thought about it as hard as her mother had, it made sense - there was no one in the little villages that was good enough for the all too perfect Rosalie. So one day Rosalie and her mother packed their bags and prepared to travel to England to meet her father who had supposedly found a suitable match. Just as they were about to leave, their neighbor Fidelia burst through their door, towing the handsomest man that anyone had ever laid eyes on.

Fidelia was a widow and the eldest person in their small village. As the eldest and wisest, she led the town council at all the meetings and was in charge of all the important decisions that had to be made. She explained to Rosalie and her mother that the man that she had with her was Benvolio Dolocelli, her nephew that was visiting from Milan. With thick dark curly hair and black eyes that shone with the brightest of lights, Rosalie immediately fell in love with him.

Benvolio was a pureblood wizard so it was of course approved by her parents. Not that it would have mattered if he was an ogre, let alone human - whatever precious Rosalie wanted she got. The two were wed not even a month after they had first met and moved to England to meet the family of Merlin, Rosalie's father.

When the two newlyweds had arrived England was in utter chaos. King Arthur had been killed and the entire country was in disarray. Merlin urged the two of them to return back to Italy, but Benvolio had fallen in love with the gorgeous island. They insisted on staying and built themselves a manor in southern Britain.

Rosalie had three sons, Firmino, Bellino, and Luca. Firmino never married, but preferred to travel the world, learning about the different types of witches and wizards. The middle son, Bellino, married Krista Ackerman, a British witch he had met while attending Hogwarts. The two had a daughter, but she died because of dragon pox at the age of sixteen. When Gianna had died, the two were too old to have another child. Luca had also married a girl he met at school, Carly Baker. They had twin boys, Marino and Marcello.

Marino and Marcello were as close as possible, never leaving each others' sides until they reached Hogwarts. Marino was sorted into Ravenclaw while Marcello was put into Slytherin. Still, the two of them rubbed each other in the perfect way, never fighting over anything.

One day when it was the summer before their Seventh Year the two of them were running around the estate of the manor that their grandparents had built. They were visiting the now old Rosalie and Benvolio who had still kept their beauty in their later years. It was just past midnight and the two of them decided to race around the impressive house, just to see who was faster.

Marcello was winning when he heard his brother cry out for help. Doubling back, he found Marino lying on the ground surrounded by his own blood. Open wounds covered his body, marring his perfect shape and handsome face. He groaned and moaned in pain as Marcello tried to keep him conscious, begging him to stay alive. His pleading did not work. That night he lost his brother to the claws of a werewolf.

With the loss of his brother, his best friend, Marcello began to obsess over his family history. He knew that they must have descended from someone powerful - how else could he and all his relatives on his father's side be so beautiful and strong? It just wasn't natural, the way he had mastered nonverbal spells by Sixth Year or the way he held himself with such grace.

He asked his grandfather Benvolio about his family, but Benvolio just told him that he came from a group of wealthy merchants that lived in Milan. When he turned to Rosalie though he found out the truth. He was an ancestor of Merlin, the greatest wizard of all times. That explained all his power, his wealth, his beauty. Rosalie told him the stories of her sisters, about the happy Adrianna, the selfish Natalya, and the fortunate Neve.

Marcello was not happy to learn that there were more descendants of Merlin outside of the Dolocellis. In his eyes the marriage of Rosalie was the only one that Merlin saw just; Benvolio was also beautiful, powerful, and wealthy. The other men had not been fit enough to mix their blood with that of the all knowing Merlin. He hated them for it.

Once he graduated Hogwarts, Marcello traveled to Italy to visit the sisters of his grandmother. Starting at the age of nineteen, he began to eliminate other ancestors of the great Merlin. By the time he was twenty-three there were no longer anymore Cataldis, Rizzonettas, or Pignatellis left in the world that he was aware of. The Dolocellis were the only ones related to Merlin left.

By the time Marcello had returned to his home, his grandfather Benvolio had died. His father felt that he wanted to return to Italy, to 'explore the roots of his ancestry.' He wanted to find out more about his grandmother, the woman who had bared children to Merlin. Rosalie decided to go with Luca and the two took Carly with them. Before Luca left he explained to Marcello that he had a choice - he could either travel with them and live in Italy permanently or stay at the manor. Marcello stayed and said good-bye to his family forever.

Lonesome in his huge home, Marcello decided that he needed a pet or two. He despised all forms of dogs after what had happened to his brother that summer night. And he needed something large and glorious enough to display his incredible strength and beauty. Not to mention they needed to be rare to show how rare he was - the last known heir to Merlin! The white Bengal tiger was the only choice. He went out and bought two cubs, naming them Rosalie after his grandmother whom he loved and Emmett, meaning strength. He quickly made the tigers the symbol of his family. He always wore a chain that supported a silver tiger with onyx stripes and rubies for eyes and the collars. On all his stationary, was the tiger with a D hanging from the collar. He even had socks like that.

The next thing that Marcello did was knock down the manor and build a newer, grander one. A genuine monstrosity. He then put incredible enchantments on the gates, which would only open when fed the blood of a pure wizard and when a charm of the tiger was pressed against it. The monstrosity cleared the woods that had surrounded the original house, ensuring that no more of his kinsman would die the same fate that Marino did.

Marcello took the most beautiful witch he could find as a wife and she bore him three children; Galilea, Remigio, and Emilio. He decided that the most ruthless would be his main heir. Galilea was to be left everything on the condition that she kept her surname when she married. She followed that condition.

That was generally how the fortune was passed down through the generations; not evenly or to the oldest son, but to the favorite child of the parent that was originally a Dolocelli. The system set by Marcello worked almost perfectly, with the exception of a Juliana who nearly ruined the entire structure. That was nearly fifty years ago though and she had left the Dolocelli family for the one that she supposedly loved, the blood traitor. Anthony was disgusted at the thought that one of his ancestors had been like that and the fact that she had a kinsman about his age.

Anthony Marcello Dolocelli had grown up in the mansion built by Marcello, but attended Giovanni's School for the Magically Pure. After Marcello, all of his ancestors had attended the school in Italy and Anthony was no different. It had really worked out better for him this way - he was taught at a more advanced level and he didn't have to see his filthy blood traitor of a relative.

All this had been drilled into Anthony's head since he was a young boy; The story of Merlin, that Marcello was amazing, his tigers were precious, his cousin was no good, and that his blood should always be kept pure. The last one was actually the only exception that his father had explained to him before he passed away. Vinny Dolocelli had always said that if he found a girl that was powerful and beautiful enough and could do some sort of magic, that it was okay to marry her - just as long as she was capable of lying. Even if she wasn't pure blood there was no need for anyone outside of the family to know that. After all, the numbers of the pure bloods were dwindling rapidly and Tony wasn't a fan of inbreeding.

The one rule that Tony followed religiously was that his tigers were sacred. Emmett and Rosalie had reproduced quite a large family. The family now consisted of Carlisle, Esme, Edward, Rosalie, Emmett, Alice, Jasper, and Bella. Oddly enough not one of his tigers had ever died. He supposed that Marcello had bought magic tigers, which would also explain their glowing red eyes.

After his threats were made and his pets were fed, Anthony apparated back to his apartment that he shared with Aiden McHugh. He loved his manor, but it just got too lonely by himself. His small flat in London was much more comforting, tiny and cluttered. He arrived there within seconds and fell asleep right on the couch into a dreamless slumber.

Surprise! I updated! This might seem unimportant, but it really is. But just so everyone knows, I totally made all that stuff up about Merlin - I have noooo idea if it's true. But shhh, let's just pretend! ;) For anyone who has read Twilight you'll notice that I stole the vampires' names! I just couldn't help myself! I just read the first three books in 2 days and I'm addicted! I'm thinking about writing something on here about Edward and Bella (as vampire and human, not tiger), but I'm not sure that it would feel right...it would almost feel like I was betraying Harry Potter. What do you guys think? Feel free to leave your thoughts in your reviews and take a look at the new poll I have on my bio!

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