You, a wealthy and powerful pureblood, had everything anyone could ever wish for. You were an ancient magic wielder, you were incredibly smart, and had was one of the richest people in the Wizarding World. You had everything you ever wanted, money, talent, intelligence, except for a family. Your family died years ago after a tragic accident in the muggle world, which is exactly why you despised them.

Either way, a few years after graduating from Hogwarts, you were now around 26 years old. Your mansion was quiet, only you were there. You decided to take a trip to the muggle world, trying to convince yourself that it wasn’t THAT bad (it was), until you came across an orphanage and decided to take a look around. You’ve always wanted a younger sibling, maybe now was the time!

Walking in the dark corridors of the orphanage, one of the care takers accompanied you as you walked through the halls, meeting and talking to a few little children, until one intrigued you.

you stopped in front of a door, the care taker gave you a cautious look, “… do you really want to enter this room? the boy’s bad luck.. terrible things happen when kids try to talk to him…” she stated, you just shrugged and entered the room, there you saw a fairly tall boy writing diligently on his desk. You saw books about Potions. He was a Hogwarts student then. You thought he was unaware of your presence until he spoke up, “could you make it fast?” He stated, giving you a glare. Well, he was different that’s for sure… but he looked like someone who had a future, and maybe you could help him…