A/N: I think I'm going to focus on this story now instead of my other one. I'm sorry for any readers of that story but I am enjoying writing this story far more. I thank you for reading. :) By the way I choose the middle name Thorn because I didn't have a better idea.
Damian found himself in front of a large gate that bared him entry to a sprawling property. The gate soon opened due to his presence, triggered by his magical signature. The young wizard walked through the opened gate and got his first look at the home of the Greymore family.
The house was located in France and hidden with a ward scheme more complex and ancient then almost any other structure on the planet. It was powered by using the ambient magic from the area as well as the magic from the leylines that connected beneath it. Four major leylines, the strongest connection of leylines possible ran beneath the historic estate. In comparison Hogwarts had three major and one minor, with a minor being one seventh the strength of a major. The wards made full use of this strength to allow for incredibly strong wards, only the basics being known to Damian from the Lord's ring.
The wards that were known to Damian at that time were: a Mundane Repelling Ward, a Blood Locked Aversion Ward, a Unpalatable Ward, a Blood Locked Anti-Transportation Ward, a Weather Ward, and a series of defensive wards that could fend off a nuclear bomb with little difficulty at maximum power. The Greymores were thorough when it came to protection. It was due to the ring that he knew that 'Blood Locked' meant only someone of blood relation to the maker was immune to the ward.
The house itself, though mansion would be an apt descriptor for the ancestral home, was a large piece of architecture made of wood and stone in a shining grey, almost silver color. It stood at seven stories tall and seemed to be built in a modified victorine style, almost as if it was a prototype of the style. The front of the manner from what the wizard could see had well-kept gardens with flower beds up against the house sporting a litany of colorful flowers. The gate opened to a stone path leading to a set of black double doors with silver knockers to enter the estate.
Damian walked down the path enjoying the night air on his small stroll. He soon came to the doors that lead into the manor that the ring had informed him is named Greyfort. He noticed that the doors had in the seem where they met a indent just as he saw that there was no lock. The indent was in the shape of a off center square and, putting two and two together, Damian put his ring against the indent.
A familiar glow came from the door and then the doors opened with a slow creak once it faded. Damian walked through the doors and after he crossed the required distance they shut on their own. A moment later the house become alit. The entrance hall possessed white marble floors and two stair cases, one on each wall, that lead to the second floor of the north wing as he had come from the south. To the left and right there were entrances to the west and east wings first floors respectively. Hanging from the ceiling in the hall was a large crystal chandelier.
The young wizard looked around for a moment but soon heard a 'POP!' sound in front of him. He looked in front of him and there stood what he could only assume to be a house elf, all be it one that looked a bit different than what he had expected. The elf stood at three and a half feet tall and was dressed in a black tailored tailcoat suit with a grey tie.
He had blue eyes and had a heathy pale to his skin. The elf possessed a small amount of black hair on the top of his head and stood with a dignity to him. He looked at the young lord and gave a small bow at the waist.
"Welcome home, young Master Greymore" the elf said in a deep and rich voice "I am the head elf of this fine estate, Steward."
Damian was slightly taken aback at how well the elf, Steward, spoke. He asked the question that immediately came to mind.
"You're not a normal house elf, are you?" he asked in a questioning voice.
The head elf laughed a bit before he responded.
"No, I am not. I am only magically half house elf. I am also half high elf, thus allowing me my difference to my counterpart. My ancestor was a high elf many generations ago but their magic is so strong that even now my generation is still affected" Steward explained to the young lord.
It once again it Damian how different this world was to the normal Harry Potter world and how much he had to learn. He soon enough snaped out of it however.
"Thank you for the explanation and I'm terribly sorry for being so rude. My name is Damian Greymore, please call me Damian when I'm alone" the wizard said to the elf in an apologetic tone.
Steward nodded.
"It's ok, I understand being curios at your age. If you don't mind me asking Damian, what year is it?" the head elf asked in inquiry.
"The year is 1987 Steward" Damian answered wondering why he asked.
The elf sighed in resignation as though expecting such an answer but not pleased with it non the less. At his lord's questioning look he explained his reaction.
"You see Master Damian" the elf began "I, as well as every elf here barring few exceptions, have been in stasis since the year 1437. That was when the last Lord Greymore was alive, sadly he was born a squib and thus was unable to be a proper Lord Greymore and every Greymore before now has only had one child as per tradition, plus his father was then kicked out. His son did not posses magic at all and so he locked down the estate and put the elves in stasis until magic came back to the family line. So now that you are here and have become Lord Greymore it has reawakened all the elves fully."
"You see he was the first squib in the history of the house of Greymore. This is due to him being the first case of inbreeding in the house of Greymore's history, between cousins all be it. This damaged his magical core and thus left him born a squib. I'm just sad that it took this long for magic to reemerge" finished explaining Steward.
Damian was shocked at how long the elves had been in stasis, as well as having one of the popular fan theories from his first life confirmed in such a manner. After collecting himself he asked a question.
"What do you mean 'Barring few exceptions'?" he asked.
"Oh, the library elves would go out once a year and get new books and the elves in charge of caring for the animals and creatures would do upkeep four times a year taking about a day each time" the head elf told him.
Damian did some quick math and found that they had aged about six more years than the others max. He grew concerned and asked Steward about them.
"Oh, don't worry about that. Due to the magic of the estate and the fact we all are not regular house-elves, though I'm the only one of my kind here, we all live very long lives. A few years is nothing. I mean I'm already 106 and am still considered young for my kind of elf!" Steward said to his young master.
Damian's mind was once again blown not expecting such news. He stood there for a little bit before giving a very tired sigh.
"Steward, please show me to my new chambers so I may rest. It has been an eventful evening. In the morning you can perhaps take me on a tour of my new home?" he said to his elf.
Steward nodded then walked over to his charges side. He grabbed onto the wizards arm and then popped them to the master bedroom.
The room was grand in size at 20 feet by 20 feet with a 10 foot tall ceiling. In the center of the room stood a ornate double-king size bed with a black oak bedframe. On both sides of the bed were dressers made of the same wood and on the other side of them were windows with a cushioned ledge for sitting. A large desk took up a spot on the wall left of the doorway and on the right wall were paintings of various nature scenes.
Damian took it in at a glance and walked to the bed. He then proceeded to faceplant onto said bed and then roll to the center of the incredibly comfortable mattress before passing out.
Steward looked at his new master with a bit of fond amusement before snaping his fingers twice. First to change his charge out of his current outfit and into pajamas, and second to tuck him under the covers. He shook his head and said a unheard goodnight before popping away to leave his charge to rest.
The Next Morning.
Damian woke up at around 8am that morning and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. Soon after he sat up a pop next to him alerted him of a new arrival. He looked to his side and saw on the bed a covered tray with a small note.
Breakfast in bed curtesy your head chef Gordon.
The note was written in a small, neat cursive. At the name Damian snorted reminded of an angry chef from his first life. He only hoped this Gordon was not so hot tempered. He opened up the try after putting it on his lap and was greeted by a full English breakfast that he soon ate.
The young wizard walked to the dresser wondering if there was anything to wear. He paid no mind to his current state of dress as it was the least crazy thing he had seen in the last 24 hours. He found a pair of trousers and a black button up dress shirt that he found had auto-fit enchantments to them thanks to his Percival ring.
He put those on as well as a pair of black socks to finish dressing and then asked for Steward. A pop later and the elf had arrived.
"Good morning Master Damian" Steward greeted.
"Sigh, your going to keep calling me that aren't you?" the young lord asked feeling he knew the answer.
The elf merely grinned and asked if he wanted to begin the tour. After that he grabbed his masters arm and popped them to the entrance hall to begin the tour. Once they arrived Steward started walking to the east wing.
"As I have been warned I shall show you the west wing after I have shown you the rest of your new home" the elf said to Damian.
"Why?" the wizard couldn't help but ask.
"Because that is the library and if your anything like your ancestors you would be there for hours" was Steward's reply.
Damian thought that it was a fair point since he would likely spend much time there learning all he could about his new world. They crossed into the east wing proper by this point and the young lord got a look at the first floor.
It was a long hall with many doors running down both sides each with a small symbol on the door. There was a gated elevator that was used in older buildings in Damian's first world to the right of them at the entrance of the hall. The lord turned to the elf for an explanation.
"This is the hall that has rooms that do not fit anywhere else. Such as a sitting room, a floo room, a classroom, a few studies, and various offices to be used for whatever needs may arise" Steward told him.
They then went to the elevator and went to the first basement level.
"This contraption was added during one of the numerus renovations the estate has gone through. It was added to save time going on the stairs and to not have to expend magic just to get around the house" the elf explained during the ride.
The soon stepped out and walked down the stone hall giving Damian a small look at the chambers through the doorways. His helpful companion told him that this floor was were the potion labs and crafting areas are. The then went to the rest of the basement floors.
The second sub-floor was the ritual and alchemy rooms. The third sub-floor was a large dueling room and workout facility. The final sub-floor of the east wing was the secondary storge for materials of all kinds in the manor, the primary as well as the ledger for the materials being in the fourth sub-floor of the west wing.
After that they went up to the upper levels and Damian was shown the rest of the east wing.
The second floor was the eastern section of the ballroom, it being split into a eastern and northern section, and was the part of the ballroom were people would dance and the band would play. The third floor was a fully stocked med bay with several beds waiting in case of patients. The room was made so that any injury could be treated at home if need be. The fourth through sixth floor was an indoor flying pitch the size of a football field. When asked Steward told the young lord that space expansion wards were used in its creation. The seventh and final floor was for bedrooms for guests and friends.
The tour of the east wing took until about 11am so Damian asked for an early lunch and they made their way to the kitchen which was their next stop anyway. There the young lord meet Gordon who was very nice to his relief, and he got to see the dining room. It was a large room with a long black oak table with matching chairs. There was a silver chandelier hanging from the ceiling to bring light to the room as well.
After a filling lunch the tour carried on with the sub-floors of the north wing as the first floor was just the kitchen and dining room.
The first sub-floor was an aquarium with magical aquatic plants and animals that the Greymore family takes care of. The second sub-floor was a special garden with an enchantment that made it always night allowing for unique plants to grow. The third sub-floor was similar to the previous however it was always the night of the full moon there changing what can grow there slightly. The final sub-floor was the dungeon, just in case as Steward said.
The duo then went to the upper floors of the north wing. The second floor was the dining part of the ballroom and so they moved on quickly. The third floor had a swimming pool and sauna that Damian didn't even question at this point. The fourth through sixth floors were made into a large indoor terrarium for familiars. The seventh floor was for the bedrooms of the head of house and family.
After that Steward showed Damian the grounds. That was when the young lord fully realized something.
'My ancestors were crazy!' he thought to himself staring at what an insane man might refer to as his new backyard.
The grounds of his home were massive due to major expansion wards. Many different biomes were on the grounds from mountains to valleys, from rainforests to deserts. If that wasn't impressive enough magical creatures of all kinds could be seen, even dragons. There were also seven greenhouses each having a different type of climate and specialty as said by Steward.
Damian just looked at his smug little elf with a dropped jaw a gestured at the view before him. Luckily the elf felt inclined to answer the unasked 'how?'.
"A long time ago the Greymore family noticed magical species becoming endangered and sometimes extinct. So to combat this they decided to make a sanctuary for these creatures and plants in the most secure place they could think of, with them. They began a large project that took many, many years and what you see now is the end result. The use of various wards to stabilize the climate was really the hardest part" the head elf explained.
"In return for sanctuary the intelligent species make sure everything is kept in balance and even donate material to the family. This has allowed the Greymore family access to resources that are unavailable to others for millennia" Steward finished.
"My ancestors were genius weren't they? Insane, but genius" was what the wizard responded with once he had collected himself.
Steward nodded with a small smile.
They walked back in and stopped at the kitchen to grab a drink. After that Steward guided his charge to the west wing and then stopped at the doorway.
"I will leave you here. The library is best left to the elf in charge of it, Booksie. She can guide you better than I can for this" was all he said before he popped away.
Damian just shock his head and walked into the west wing. He soon saw a library taking up the entire floor and a desk in the center with an old looking elf in a dress sitting at it. He walked up to the desk and cleared his throat.
"Um, are you Booksie?" Damian asked.
The elf looked up from what appeared to be a magazine and pushed up a pair of old fashioned spectacles.
"Yes, that is my name young lord" she drawled out in a old voice "I take it you are here for the library introduction then?"
Damian nodded and Booksie then explained.
The library took up all seven upper floors and to find a specific book there was a ledger on a pedestal behind the desk that listed all the books and could summon them to. The first sub-floor was the floor of records, a catalog of every history text since they were written from every county magical or mundane. She told him that the Greymores liked having knowledge of the world. The second sub-floor was the floor of ancestral tomes, anything written by a Greymore could be found there be it journals or magical tomes. The third sub-floor was the treasury and armory with a ledger and tomes of knowledge on the items on the floor. The last was already known to him.
Booksie gave him two books that she told him he had to read before he could read anything else in the library. First was a small book titled 'A Magical Bookworms Guide to Saving Time' and the second he only had to read the first part of. It was a heavy black leather bound book that seemed to pour magic from its pages. It had no title and had a metal lock keeping it shut. Damian could tell it was a blood lock from his one ring.
He went over to a small area a small walk behind the desk where Booksie was that had a table and two leather chairs. The lord sat down and began to read the first, far thinner book. It soon proved its value to the young magical.
The book described three pieces of magic to help an avid reader save time and be able to do other things. The first was a wandless spell that involved channeling magic into the user's eyes in a certain way that then boosted their reading speed to 1000 words per minute, a great improvement. The second piece of magic was an Occlumency practice that permanently reverted the mind to a state where it can easily learn languages without ill effects. Normally when a person gets older it becomes harder to learn new languages, this ensures that doesn't happen. It was put in the book because some books are written in foreign lounges and are magic resistant, making translation spells useless.
The final piece of magic in the small book was a ritual. The ritual gives the one preforming it the ability to read with full concentration while also fully focusing on something else at the same time. In other words it gives a second train of thought that can only be used for reading. It requires the eye and brain of a sphinx as well as a vertebra of a hydra. The pieces of the sphinx for their symbolism to intelligence and learning and the hydra vertebra for its ability to handle multiple minds in one body.
Damian was thrilled to see this information so easily at his fingers. He practiced the one bit of magic he could at the moment, enhanced reading speed, as soon as he was done reading the book. It took him about an hour to get it right with him leaning on his inherited memories of what he knows as accidental magic in order to start. When he succeeded he felt a small thrum going from his eyes to his head, not at all uncomfortable.
Damian grinned as he opened his eyes not knowing of there slight glow now but aware of the possibility. He read what the spell was supposed to do when you got it right after all.
Soon after he moved onto the bigger book he had yet to read. He moved it to his lap and after the lock opened after taking some of his blood, he opened the tome. The writing was what grabbed his attention, not for what it said but what it did. The strange symbols seemed to move for a while until they stopped and he could read it perfectly even though he knew he had never seen this language before.
He began to read the strange tome.
Descendent I write to you this account of my life. This is a tome that I have enchanted to an incredible degree for one purpose, to pass on the true history of our family no matter what. The main enchantments include making it indestructible, unable to be opened to any not of our blood, possessing endless pages, a unique enchantment known as 'Ever-read' that allows for any to read this no matter the language the know, and finally the inability to write falsehoods on its pages purposefully.
Now, I believe it is time I introduce myself, my descendent. I am the first Greymore and chose the name Malik in the later years of my life. I write this not only to tell you the origan of our family, but of human magicals as a whole as well. The stories are interconnected after all.
This began about 30,000 years ago (the time is self-updating young one) when the race known as humans was young in its journey. There was a man that looked at the world around him and saw all the powerful magical beings with fear. He feared for his safety as well as his ambition. The man wanted to unite many humans so he could rule ,but feared that it would only serve to make him a target to the creatures stronger then him.
So he devised a plan, he would find a way to make magical humans and have them as his enforcers. He thought that the main reason for the power of the beings around him was their magic, and he was right. It took years but he found a way.
He made a deal with six different creatures to perform a kind of pact-ritual. He would give his blood and two of the six would bless a creation with magic to make magical humans. Three would thus arise from it in the end. In return for agreeing to this the man gave his willing given blood and flesh to the six granting them the ability to turn into the form of a human as long as the blood of the one they made lived. It was due to the magic of the creatures that it worked at all since he had no magical ability.
First to be 'born' was me from the union of the king of the Royal Imperial Dragons and the alpha of the Grandwolves. The races were friends and allies making the mixing of their magic easy and harmonic. From them I, and thus our bloodline, was granted many abilities though some may be lost or rare in time. The main trait comes from the Royal Imperial Dragon king, Beasttongue. The ability coming from the races own to speak to any being.
I was then given the name Greymore after I came to from my creation. Next to be 'born' was the only woman of us three. She was made from the union of the Goblin King and the Fae Queen. The races were neutral to each other and so her creation wasn't as harmonic as my own. She was named Faewater.
Finally the youngest and weakest of use was 'born' from the union of the Basilisk Queen and the Griffin King. The races were in a bitter conflict for most of their history and this resulted in him being unstable. Both in magic and mind. He was made weaker due to the lack of harmony. He was given the name Sharpwing.
The three of us were then told our purpose by the man who made us after our magical donors left. He wanted us to be tools, weapons. We all refused as he didn't take into account something. We had freewill. Myself and Faewater simply left together to travel the world and learn, being made with the body of an adult. However I found out sometime later Sharpwing stayed a while longer until we were far away, and then killed our creator for the slight against him.
Faewater and I traveled across the world for years and we grew as brother and sister. We discovered our enhanced lifespans and began to make great strides in magic. It was two hundred years later that we found out what Sharpwing had been doing. It appeared he had inherited our creators ambition and wished to make a group to rule for himself. However he only wanted magical humans as followers. So he began to 'sow his seed' as it were as much as he could to make as many as he could.
He did so all over the world and after two hundred years he had many descendants. However he was disappointed as they were all far weaker then him and so he came up with an idea. He found Faewater and I and tried to have us follow his insanity. His grand plan and the reason he finally sought us out was he believed that a child between him and Faewater would provide the results he desired.
We both saw his insanity for what it was and refused. He grew enraged and thus began a century long hunt. We ran and evaded him as much as possible until one day he found us.
I was away from our camp to gather supplies while she held camp. It was then he struck. Sharpwing ambushed Faewater and the soon began to dual. I arrived shortly after and as he felt corned Sharpwing fired a spell he had stollen and twisted from us. He fired the killing cures at me. The spell was originally made as a medicinal spell to end a patients suffering with their consent, Sharpwing made it no longer require that by fulling it with killing intent.
Unfortunately Faewater jumped on instinct and took it instead. In my moment of grief over her death Sharpwing used his own creation of magical transportation to flee. It was then I swore vengeance.
I spent years training and making new magic for my battle with Sharpwing. It toke another century until I pinned him down and used a ward to ensure he could not escape. It was there I killed him and put an end to it all. In the time he had run amok he had harmed not just myself but many others. The Basilisks and Griffins even gave up their ability from the bargain, not wanting anything to remind them of their part in his creation. I saw that many of his children who followed him remained and so took command of the human magicals the best I could.
I later married your many times great grandmother, a mundane woman, years later. It was then I took my original name and made it our family name, to always remember our origins. I have told my son to only have one child, as I have, to stop us from infighting. I do not want us going extinct and thus the world losing this knowledge.
Use this knowledge as you see fit and when your time comes write your own account for you successors. I wish you luck my descendent, and I hope this tail could answer some questions.
Damian finished reading the entire from his ancestor with wide eyes.
'It does answer some questions, but it also possess many more. Like were the other Royals come from, though I can guess' the young lord thought to himself.
After reading the account of his ancestor he now knew how important his new family really is, and how much they could have access to. Literal thousands of years of knowledge is now free for him to learn in his library. The thought sent a pleasant thrill through him.
Damian walked up to the desk and told Booksie he had done as instructed. She looked at him for a moment and then nodded as if judging that he was telling the truth. He then had a thought and quickly called Steward.
"Yes milord" the elf said after he popped in.
"I have it on good account that some items from the Potter side of my family have been taken from me. I was wondering if there were some elves that could…recover them for me without anyone knowing" Damian asked his head elf after remembering some fan stories that used a similar idea.
"Yes we can, the Greymore house has elves that are used in spying since we are often overlooked. Your house is one of the few that do this since the elves are loyal due to good treatment" Steward told him after a moment.
After that the young lord was introduced to the elf in charge of spying known as Seeksie and was told that everything should be taken care of by tomorrow morning. Damian told the elf he wanted everything put in his vaults except the invisibility cloak. Once that was taken care of the wizard went back to the library desk and asked for a books on the magical to better inform himself.
Later that night he went to bed exhausted after reading dozens of books. They ranged from magical history to etiquette for pureblood families. He also read a book recommended by Steward on Greymore traditions written by the 27th Lord Greymore. It was this book that told him something vital. The Greymores were known for making their own wands.
This led him down a small rabbit hole where he looked up wand lore and crafting. Damian eventually found a book for making a basic wand written by another ancestor that gave him somewhere to start with his limited knowledge of magic. So he swore that tomorrow he was going to make his first wand. It was these thoughts that were in his head as he went to sleep.
The Next Day
Damian woke up early and had found the cloak in his bedroom that morning. He checked it and could tell from his ring it was charmed. He had called Steward and asked if the charms could be removed. A simple snap of the fingers later and the basic charms were gone.
It was now the afternoon and the young wizard was searching for the materials he needed for his wand behind his home. For a basic wand he needed a piece of wood gathered himself and a magical creature part willingly given to make it. He eventually came across a large ebony tree.
He saw an inch thick branch that he could grab and break off on the tree. The wizard went and collected it and saw that the stick he now had was about 12 inches long. He then moved on with his search.
He walked for another hour until he came across a snake nest. For some reason he felt drawn to it, like a pull. So Damian walked up to the nest and saw a beautiful snake protecting some eggs. When he came into view the snake hissed at him.
$Sssaty back human$ the snake hissed.
As the snake unfurled Damian got a better look at them. The snake was about three feet long and had dark blue and purple scales. Their fangs from what he saw were also a deep icy blue and their eyes a pure white.
The wizard raised his hands in surrender and spoke.
$Sssorry noble ssserpent in mean no harm$ the boy said in the serpent tongue.
The snake seemed shocked for a second before their demeanor changed.
$A ssspeaker! How interesssting, what brings you?$ the serpent asked him.
$I was looking for an item for my wand from a creature when I felt drawn to your nest for some reason$ he answered honestly.
The snake seemed to be considering him for a while.
$What isss your name ssspeaker?$ they asked.
After Damian replied the serpent seemed to make a choice.
$Isss thisss feeling drawing you to any particular one of my eggsss?$ she asked.
After closing his eyes and concentrating a bit he nodded. She asked him to point it out and he pointed to the egg on the far right. She nodded and then explained.
The serpent told him that what he felt was a potential familiar bond, a part of his Familiar Soul ability. It points out to the wielder if a potentially good familiar is close. She only knew about it as other snakes have told her stories of the family that owns the land.
$Ssso what do I do now?$ he asked.
$Pusssh your magic gently into my egg and it will hatch and be yoursss$ she told him.
Damian followed her instruction after picking up the small egg. Soon after the egg hatched and something seemed to click in Damian's head. The small snake emerged from their shell and looked around.
$Who am I?$ the baby snake asked looking at him in the eyes.
$What isss your ssspeciesss?$ he asked the mother.
$We are Dark Ice Vipersss ssspeaker$ the mother told him.
$Then I ssshall name you Frossst$ Damian told his new familiar.
$Thank you massster!$ he (and Damian could somehow sense they're a he) said excitably.
After that Frost and Damian were saying goodbye to Frost's mother. However she stopped them before they could go and gave Damian something, one of her scales.
$For the bonded of my ssson$ she told him.
He went back to the manor after that and went to one of the crafting rooms, keeping Frost with him all the while. He told Steward to prepare a terrarium for Frost and that he was going to be busy for a little while before starting. The wizard then went to a workbench in the corner and set to work.
It took two and a half hours till he finished the wand. He had in the end a 11 ½ inch, firm wand that due to what it's made from is good at dark aligned magic and water elemental magic. Not perfect for him but good enough for starting. Since he made it and gathered up the materials himself there was no chance of rejection.
The reason it took him so long was the runes he needed to add and the practice it took to get them down. In the end though he succeeded. He then went up to the dining room realizing he was hungry. The young wizard called it a day after that.
One Month Later.
Damian had spent the last month learning all seven years of Hogwarts curriculum has fast has he could. It was then he found out in this world Hogwarts starts at 13 due to it being a magicals third maturity, and thus giving more stability to their magic making it easier to learn.
It turned out to be fairly easy and he soon found out why. In a moment of curiosity he asked to see an older version of a textbook used and the difference was staggering. So much magic had been removed that the old book was twice as long!
He then started searching for why and when this had occurred. It turns out it started as an anti-dark campaign by a minster in 1598. The Greymores had been stopping such things from happening for years but once they were gone no one was powerful enough to stop it. The Greymore family knew that dark magic wasn't inherently evil just as light wasn't inherently good.
So this campaign was majorly successful and more and more magic became band. This came to a head when Dumbledore came into power using the dark lords as his justification. Damian found all this out from the history books he had access to. It is due to all these bans that England is the one of most magically behind country in the world and has a terrible reputation. Not to mention their treatment of 'dark creatures'.
Damian was disappointed but not surprised. He just buckled down and read all the books for modern Hogwarts and cut out the bull shit to learn faster. He practiced in the dueling room and soon got it down. His magical abilities seemed to be quite good and he was able to remember all he read, so that helped.
It was now a month after he had arrived at the manor and he was reading a book on creatures. He was sitting in the library relaxing and letting his mind wonder when he turned the page to see the werewolf section. It was at that moment he dropped the book and smacked his head.
"I forgot about Remus" he groaned into his hands.
Unnamed Village in Sweden- 1987 December 7th
A man dressed in shaggy clothes laid down in an old shack blinking himself awake. He was unshaven, disheveled, slightly to thin and hungover. This man was named Remus John Lupin aka Moony.
The years had not been kind to the man. He had lost his best friends, one dead, one imprisoned, and one MIA, as well as not knowing what happened to his godson (since Sirius was his second dad). He had been out of the country when Lily and James Potter were killed. When he came back he found Sirius in jail for betraying them and killing Peter.
He knew that was a load of shit, Sirius would never do that, but he couldn't do anything since no one in Brittan would listen to a werewolf. He tried to talk to Dumbledore but the man wouldn't listen, and after giving it up as a lost cause after arguing he tried to at least get the location of his godson. That didn't go well ether.
He tried for over a month but the old warlock wouldn't give. After that he tried to find him himself. That lead to over a year of fruitless search. Lupin may have had his inner wolf diving him to find the last of his family, his pack, but eventually human depression won out. This lead to him going on a several yearlong alcoholic bender.
Which leads to now him waking up in a no-name village in Sweden after trying to drink away his misery. He more than likely wouldn't have woken this early (meaning before noon) if not for a knocking sound waking him up.
Remus opened his eyes and looked around for the source of the noise. He soon found it when he looked at the window: an owl had been tapping at the glass for him. The wondering werewolf was surprised but shook it off. He walked to the window and opened it soon retrieving the expected letter from the avian.
The marauder looked at the fine envelope with a wax seal he'd never seen before. Shrugging he opened it and read it, slowly getting wider eyes as he read.
Dear Mr. Lupin
I am the wizard once known as Hadrian James Potter-Black. To prove this I have put a few drops of blood on the letter so it has my sent. You should be able to tell it's mine from what I know of werewolves. I am writing to you to arrange a meeting between us in an attempt to know you. I have only recently come to the magical world and have sadly not messaged you sooner, I hope you can forgive me.
However, due to grievous wrongs done to my person be others in this community I have spelled this letter. If you are to tell anyone about what is written here without my permission it shall alight and you will forget everything.
But if you do want to meet and respect my wishes then please send a letter back with the owl that has given you this letter.
Well wishes,
The (now named) Damian Thorn-Hadrian-James Greymore
Remus was shocked. His godson had messaged him! He could tell it was really him from the smell on the letter now that he sobered up from shock. But he was distracted by one part in the letter.
'What does he mean by 'grievous wrongs'?' he thought angerly.
His inner wolf was raging at the thought that someone hurt a member of his pack, and a cub at that! He Remus had to take a minute to calm down before he scared off the owl and ripped the letter.
After he calmed he reread the letter and caught the name his godson now uses. It sounded familiar but it took a moment before it clicked.
"Holly shit" he whispered out loud to himself in shock.
Deciding that was a topic to discus in person, as well as how he knew he was a werewolf, he wrote a letter with some parchment he had in his satchel. He then handed it to the owl and sent it on the way. He was looking forward to something for the first time in years now and he couldn't help but smile as he watched the owl.
"Soon, we'll meet again soon cub" Remus said to himself.
