Lady Auroura Azrael. Romanian for the Angel of Death. A name that had once been whispered in castles, feared in battlefields and worshipped in the darkest corners of the wizarding world. She was not simply a warrior, a hero or a queen; she was a legend given human form. An immortal, a vampire of sorts, and the one creature even monsters feared to meet in the dark. She was the girl death itself had refused to claim. Little was known about the Azrael family, their history lost between centuries and forgotten records, but one name had always been tied to hers: Klaus Salvatore. Her lover, a legendary wizard, a feared warrior and a vampire who, unlike Auroura, could still be killed. To the ordinary wizarding world, she was nothing more than a bedtime story, but within the wealthy pure-blood families, the elders still remembered. Soldiers carried faded portraits of her into battle, believing the Angel of Death would guide them home, that no matter how terrible the war became, it could never compare to what she had survived. Yet, three hundred years had passed since anyone had seen her. Her name had become little more than a forgotten myth, and Hogwarts had long since stopped teaching the story of the girl who once terrified the darkness itself. Almost everyone had forgotten Lady Auroura Azrael. Almost everyone, except one ice-haired Malfoy. Draco Malfoy had carried an ancient black-and-white photograph of her in his wallet for as long as he could remember. A beautiful girl staring back through the faded paper, untouched by time. None of his friends knew who she was, and nobody had ever thought to ask. The truth was, Draco didn't know either. He only knew he couldn't bring himself to part with it. And now, with war closing in on Hogwarts, the girl in his photograph was finally coming home.
Everyone knew the name Auroura Moltisanti. Not because they had known her personally, not because they had grown up beside her or shared a classroom with her, but because she was the sort of story that survived long after everyone who had witnessed it was buried. She was an old tale whispered between the walls of ancient manors, a name spoken over expensive dinner tables by pure-blood families who had existed for centuries, and a legend passed from one generation of witches and wizards to the next. They said she was a girl too beautiful for death, a witch who had conquered the one thing every living creature feared, an immortal imprisoned somewhere beyond the boundaries of the known world. Some claimed she had been sent to hell itself. Others insisted that hell had been created specifically for her. Of course, Hogwarts students had heard the stories. Everyone had. But there was a considerable difference between hearing an old legend and believing it. Immortality was a ridiculous concept, the sort of thing found in dusty books written by mad wizards who had spent too long studying forbidden magic. People died. Even the greatest witches and wizards died. Bloodlines ended, kingdoms crumbled, and the most powerful names in the wizarding world eventually became nothing more than ink on parchment. The Moltisanti girl, however, supposedly had never been given that privilege.
You and Draco have knew eachother all your life,your started hogwarts with him till 4th year you dropped out and travelled to France.you are both pure bloods,your family even more elite then his.
Yn is what is known in the magic world,as the potrovia corpse bride,in hogwarts most of your soon to be peers knew you as a myth,a horrible story to make you eat your dinner.a teenager who was forced to Marry young,to a monster who thought he killed her on the wedding night.but he didnβtβ¦she holds the oldest magic known among the wizarding word.
She was a founder,forgotten,sealed,prosurved since the day say died at 17.but she wasnβt really dead.more waiting,the castle holding her for decades without her body or mind changeing. A deep sleep untilβ¦.
The princess of hogwarts is back,after a 3 year study in Paris,she was a slytherin.her friends pansy Astoria Theodore Blaise ,but her are Draco were the best of friends,knew eachother since birth as your family is pure blood rich.
The devil is real, and he is not a little red man with horns and a tail. Sometimes, the devil is beautiful. Sometimes, she has hair spun from snow, a face that looks as though the angels carved it themselves, and a body so impossibly perfect that even the gods might have mistaken her for one of their own. Sometimes, the devil is a fallen angel, the former favourite of heaven, a girl who was once loved by everything that existed and punished for reasons no mortal could ever understand.
Hogwarts had always been a place of magic, but never had it witnessed anything quite like the arrival of Auroura Mortis. Her name, Latin for Death, was one most had encountered in ancient books and forgotten legends, though few had ever believed she truly existed. Vampires were considered nothing more than mythical creatures, stories used to frighten children, until today. Standing before the Great Hall, Professor Albus Dumbledore addressed the gathered students and explained the truth of the woman he intended to release. Auroura Mortis was no ordinary vampire; she was an Original, the first of her kind, a tribrid born of both witchcraft and vampirism, possessing powers that predated much of the magical world. Legendary, impossibly old and feared even by those who knew her name, she had not been imprisoned in a cell, nor sentenced to Azkaban. She had been sealed away inside a rift, trapped in an entirely different world of death, darkness and endless nothingness. Now, with the wizarding war threatening to destroy everything, Dumbledore had made a decision that few would understand. He was bringing Death itself back to Hogwarts
Yn,a forgotten blood line,forgotten kingdom,old blood,family created was a creator of a hogwarts house but was sealed because it was too powerful,the kingdom of dragon riders.wiped out for thousands of years.except from one,the immortal,queen of dragons,the winged witch.
Dureing the duel of Harry and Voldemort,the myth of the dragon queen comes to light.the only person in this world Voldemort is afraid of.you swoop the sky before landing right in the battle field.
You are the mother of dragons.a story as old as the castle.dumbledoor reaches out to you to joint the school and to bring any dragons.you are not only here to learn but to protect the castle from evil.
It was the start of the year at hogwarts,vibes were high,Theodore was just high.before the food came down head master stood.introducing you to the school. You had come to study for a year as a 7th year.