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━ PROLOGUE,

      Just beyond the hills and vibrant fields near Ottery St. Catchpole, was a secluded manor nestled deep within a dense forest. Hidden away from the eyes of passersby, the manor was a place that always felt separate from the hustle of the outside world. The manor's sheer size and imposing structure left an impression on anyone fortunate or unfortunate enough to see it. The dark stone walls absorbed the surrounding light, giving the building a mysterious, almost foreboding aura. Climbing ivy wove its way up the walls, blending the manor into its natural surroundings, while the tall windows caught the faint light of dawn, casting a warm glow on the lush greenery of the surrounding forest.

The grand courtyard was as broad as the manor, with an air of timelessness from centuries of care. The garden was filled with ancient trees that had stood longer than anyone could remember. Dark, detailed statues dotted the landscape, their marble faces frozen in stoic, enigmatic expressions.

"Peverell Estate", more commonly known as "Blackthorn Manor", stood in stark contrast to the rustic charm of the Burrow not far away, which belonged to another prominent wizard family.

     A short broom ride from the Peverell mansion, the Weasley and Peverell families gathered near the entrance of the Burrow, the Weasley's warmly chaotic home. The air was brisk, carrying the scent of freshly tilled dirt and Mrs Weasleys freshly baked minced meat pies.

With its weathered and worn wood, the Burrow stood in sharp contrast to the manor's sleek, dark stone. Its lower part resembled a traditional cottage, with sloped roofs, a chimney, and small windows. The structure had a warm charm, as though it had grown over the years rather than being meticulously planned. It seemed to defy gravity with its uneven, stacked stories, each new level added haphazardly. The crooked windows of various sizes dotted the structure, giving it a personality as unique and vibrant as the family that lived inside.

The Burrow's yard was lively with laughter as the fiery-haired Weasley children darted about energetically. They ran through groups of chatting adults, pulling along the young Peverell boy. They were involved in a simple game: a mix of Quidditch and tag, with a Quaffle-like ball that was enchanted to hover just above the ground, darting and dodging as if it had a mind of its own.

     Molly Weasley, a short, plump woman with a kind face and fiery red hair, kept one eye on the children as she conversed with the others. Her hands were never idle as she adjusted a crooked tablecloth or topped up drinks, ensuring everyone felt at home. Her husband, Arthur Weasley, a thin, balding man with a tall, lanky frame and the same fiery red hair, was in his element, showing his dear old friend his latest Muggle artifact- a battery-operated flashlight that flickered sporadically, much to his delight.

     Eleanor Peverell, a tall, slim woman with soft facial features and long, ashen blonde hair, stood slightly apart from the other adults. Her gaze was fixed on her son as he ran and laughed with the Weasley children. Her light eyes sparkled with a mixture of pride and affection, the corners crinkling with each broad smile as she watched her kid fully immerse himself.

     Xavier Peverell, a tall and lean man with sharp facial features and dark hair, engaged in light conversation with Arthur; their discussion took place near the group, by the cobblestone fence at the entrance to the house. Each held a glass of homemade lemonade, a refreshing touch Molly had thoughtfully provided. While Xavier was captivated by the idle conversation, he occasionally glanced towards his wife, Eleanor. He noticed her standing a little ways off, her attention fixed on the lively game unfolding in the Weasley's yard. The sight of their son, Kallias, fully participating with the Weasley children brought a subtle smile to Xavier's face. It was a rare sight for him, seeing his son so relaxed and happy, a contrast to the more formal environment of their own home.