The story of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, with a twist; thanks to a black haired beauty who came in with a bang.
Raven Howendale; a name that will go down in wizarding history.
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The Beginning of the End
'Great, we're all bloody inspired.' ~Newt
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26th August 1994
Luckily most Bulgarian supporters (including Raven and Lee) had left before the attack that unsuspectingly happened on the night of The Quidditch World Cup, the British Ministry was working long, hard hours trying to find the reasoning behind the attack. However any sane person was able to connect the dots together and realize the mark in the sky only meant one thing: Voldemort.
Voldemort was a dark wizard that rose to power in England during the late 1960s, he brought terror to the British streets and terrorized muggles and muggle-borns all over the country. When Raven was just two years old he was defeated by a one-year-old baby known as Harry Potter, or as the Daily Prophet liked to call him 'The Boy Who Lived'. After his downfall Raven's uncle, Lee packed some bags and left the country - taking his niece along with him. Raven knew they were more to the story of what prompted her uncle to pack his bags and leave so quickly, but Raven knew better than to ask.
Raven grew up in Bulgaria, the place where her uncle ended up settling, and the two made quite a life for themselves in a small cottage that was located on the outskirts of a small muggle town. Raven would enjoy waking up early and sitting on the hill behind her house, whilst fiddling with her misty necklace, and getting to watch the sun bloom over the horizon, the orange and blue hues melting into the blue haze of the night sky.
When the sun had almost risen, her uncle Lee would come outside shouting her name, "Raven! I've made breakfast."
And everyday Raven would have the same reply, "How many times have I told you that I don't like breakfast?" And every day she would laugh, as energetically as the first before heading back to the cozy cottage and settling for a cup of tea rested between her hands whilst her Uncle would shovel any food he could find into his mouth. All while light chatter would fill the room.
"Big game today, huh?" Lee questioned, shoveling some baked beans into his mouth, as he looked up at his niece who leaned against their kitchen counter.
Raven nodded her head, "Against the Wormwood Backtails, Nayden is freaking out, as usual." Growing up Raven joined several leisure Quidditch teams, helping to guide herself in her hopeful career of being a Professional Quidditch Player. Today was the final of their version of the Quidditch World Cup, however rather than playing national teams the local teams around the general area would play against each other, leaving an overall champion.
The games, whilst not being as competitive as the Quidditch World Cup, were still taken very seriously.
