Arthur Fleming trudged through the mud covered forest, stumbling on the occasional tree root. The rain practically blew in sideways on the dark cold night, thunder pounding through the air after a bolt of lightning lit the sky. “Lumos.” Arthur muttered, shining his light high to see. The man had been searching for weeks for one thing but he couldn’t stop. His family’s lives depended on a successful mission.
Just when he was beginning to doubt himself, it found him; Standing in front of him, in the middle of the cold damp forest, stood a single glowing white unicorn.
He rushed at the creature, attempting to immobilize it with the immobulus charm, only to be met with failure as the beast ran.
“No! No, please!” He screamed at the unicorn as he landed on the moist ground. That was it. He had failed. Himself. His wife. His daughter and newborn son. It was over.
He laid back on the ground and ran a hand through his thick dirty hair, fully ready to give up. A cold wind slithered across the ground and around the man. “God, not dementors.” He sighed heavily at the inconvenience and pushed himself to his feet ready to ward off whatever evil was coming at him. He was only met with darkness and a blood curling scream from beyond the tree. Arthur ran toward the noise to help whom ever had caused it. What he was met with; His unicorn. Laying dead in a small stream, its silver blood trickling away in the water.
Fleming glanced around cautiously as he approached the beast. What had killed it? He kneeled next to the white horse like creature and rested a hand on its jaw. When he pulled it away a thick layer of blood resided with just a few strands of hair. The item the young wand maker had seeked for weeks on end. Fleming carefully plucked a few hairs from the once majestic beast. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to the unicorn before he began the tedious journey home.
Arthur Fleming created twelve wands from the slain creature. Twelve gorgeous wands that sold for a hefty price. Twelve wands that took his family from being lowly peasants to prestigious wand makers. Only one remained from the batch, the one Arthur had claimed for himself to pass down for generations to come. He had no idea, however, that the wands were changing people. The witches and wizards that purchased them grew in power, confidence, and fame; But at a cost. It started with an old wizard killing his son who wished the wand be passed down. Then, one by one, the wandholders began destroying the people around them, fearing they would too take their precious wands. Arthur was perhaps the worst of them all. He slaughtered his wife and son when they attempted to steal the blackthorn wand from the once respected man. With his daughter locked away, he sought the remaining wands to have as his own. Once he killed each witch or wizard that held the wands, he hid them away just as he did his only living family member. Adeline Fleming broke free of her prison shortly after and stole the wands in the dead of the night. She fled for the forest when her father obtained the cursed wands core. One by one, she lit them ablaze and tossed them deep into the woods. Her fathers’ wand was all that remained. He was so proud of the day he made it. He loved the wand. She couldn’t destroy the last thing her father, her real father, had created. So, it was hidden deep in the dark forest where no one would ever find it…until a young Geraint Ollivander finds it hidden in a rotted log that had once been a magnificent Douglas Fir. No one ever expected it to contain so much power, nor did they expect it to end up in the hands of a Hogwarts student.
This is a new Harry Potter RP. It does not have a set year as of right now. It can be before, after, or during either war. You can be in any year you want to make your character but their power will reflect that year. (A first year is not going to know how to blow up the entire school) If you wish to play the bad guy then please ask to play them. Remember if you do play the bad guy, play it well and play fair. No OP evil villain that obviously no one can defeat.
RULES: No griefing, cursing, or anything inappropriate. No OP characters. And no random drama. Ex: A werewolf can not suddenly appear in the castle and attack your character. If a werewolf appears on castle grounds it must have a reason and explanation as to why it is present and relevant to the story.