Description
It was a gloomy day in the magical sub-community in Dublin, Ireland. The day dragged on for what felt like forever, but was only really three hours past noon. In this magical community not many are let in on its location. Why you might ask? While that is simple, its a very old magical community, containing one of the most ancient households known to European history. This family was once very well known throughout what is now known as the United Kingdom. Many children both muggle, and magical alike grew up hearing about the history of this family. The legend of Camelot, where the knights of the round table served King Arthur Pendragon. Whose region with the powerful wizard Merlin, and the beautiful Queen Guinevere. Now most muggles presume that this legend is merely that, a legend set in medieval times. For magical folk, they know the story as fact, history even. For this ancient household in Dublin it was more then fact and history, it was its heritage. Funny thing is, the family hides its true heritage, since the rise of the dark wizard Grindelwald. This was in fear that dark wizards across the world would try to abuse the families heritage and power. As of the first World War the Pendragon name vanished, a casualty of war. As the story goes a Husband killed in action and the expecting mother driven to madness from grief taking her life as well as that of the unborn child. Most think that this must be where the story ends, however this is merely the beginning of the story, a story that actually changed the world that some lived in during the height of a decade long war. The only thing I owe is my character Alice, everything else belongs to JK rowling.
Chapter 1
