Hogwarts: The Dark Prodigy

Dante awoke in his large bedroom where sunlight filtered through the heavy velvet curtains. He stretched slightly, forgetting for a moment where he was. Then the dark wooden furniture, the gold embroidered walls, and the star map on the ceiling, slowly rotating with magic, reminded him of reality. He was in Rosier Manor, in his own home.

Hegot out of bed, slipped into a thin nightgown, and went to the bathroom, his feet on the carpet. As he washed his face with cold water, he once again saw the seven-year-old boy staring back at her in the mirror. The expression in his eyes was too serious for his age.

In a few minutes he was ready and made his way to the dining hall. As he walked down the wide stone corridors, the portraits on the walls began to whisper. Some watched him silently, others shook their heads slightly and murmured something. Rosier felt as if the eyes of his ancestors were always upon him.

When he reached the dining room, he was alone again at the large table. Fresh bread, jam, and hot cocoa lay on a plate in front of him. He took his silver fork and slowly began to eat his breakfast. With each bite, different thoughts swirled in his mind, trying to fill in the blanks of his past.

Just then, a high-pitched but loving voice was heard.

"Young Master! Vippy has something for you!"

Dante looked up. Vippy, the house elf, was as excited but respectful as ever. Only this time he was holding an old velvet box. The sides were decorated with gold embroidery and the crest of the Rosier family was engraved on it.

Dante frowned slightly. "What is this?"

Vippy quickly approached and handed him the box. "This is the Young Master's father's wand," he said almost in a whisper. "Master Evan Rosier's."

Dante's heart skipped a beat.

"The wand?" As he placed his hands on the box, he felt a slight vibration of magic. The warmth of the wood spread through his hand, almost as if it had been alive for a moment.

Vippy nodded and continued. "Sir, the Ministry usually keeps the wands of deceased wizards. But the Rosier family keeps to the old traditions. When a wizard dies, his wand goes to his next heir. Your father's wand was obtained with special permission from the Ministry and given to you as a family heirloom."

Dante took a deep breath as he opened the box. Inside was an exquisitely carved, dark chestnut wand Its surface was slightly worn, but it still had an air of power about it. The engravings on its handle seemed to prove what a skilled sorcerer Evan Rosier had once been.

"What is the core of the wand?" Dante asked, never taking his eyes off the wand.

Vippy answered immediately. "Dragon's Heart Wire, sir, it was one of the reasons your father was so strong in battle. It was a very loyal wand."

Dante swallowed slightly. As he picked up the wand, a subtle ripple ran through him. The warmth of magic echoed somewhere deep within him. This was no ordinary piece of wood. It was alive, it had feelings. And now it was his.

He grabbed his wand and stood up. Something stirred in his heart - excitement, curiosity, maybe a little fear. He wanted to cast a spell. he wanted to try.

Vippy's voice stopped him. "Master, you haven't finished your breakfast!"

But Dante had already left the table and was taking long strides toward the door. Vippy hurried after him:

"Young Master! Finish your meal, if you are hungry you will be weak when casting spells!"

Dante hurried through the corridors and out into the backyard of the mansion. He gripped the wand tightly as the cool morning air hit his skin.

The garden was like a large training ground. There was no doubt that duels had taken place here in the past. Several target boards, old stone pillars, and a few remnants of the arena still stood, shaped by magic.

Dante took a few steps forward. His heart was racing. He wanted to cast his first spell. But which spell to try?

He remembered the basic spell book he held in his hand. He had read it last night: Lumos magic was one of the safest places for a young wizard to start.

He raised his wand and whispered quietly: "Lumos."

Nothing happened.

He frowned. He tried again. "Lumos."

The wand flickered slightly, but there was still no light.

Dante took a deep breath. He remembered what the book had said. The power of magic comes from the will and the connection to the wand, not just from the words.

This had been his father's wand But now it was his.

With that thought, he closed his eyes. He focused the energy within him, felt the warmth of the wand and whispered again:

"Lumos."

This time a small light appeared at the tip of the wand.

A smile spread over Dante's face. The light was flickering and faint, but it was there. He had cast his first spell.

Vippy stood at the entrance to the garden, admiring him. "Master... you did it!"

Dante lowered his wand and turned off the light. There was an odd sense of satisfaction.

This was only the beginning. There was still so much to learn. But today, with his father's heirloom, he had cast his first spell.

And from now on, he would grow stronger.

Dante twirled his wand in his palm, examining it carefully. Evan Rosier's wand... It belonged to his father. But that meant nothing to him. He had never known Evan, never shared a single memory with him. This wand was just an object.

He looked around the garden. It was a good place to study magic. Old stone pillars, time-worn target boards and dense trees... It had obviously been used to practice spells for years.

His eyes fell on a target board. Its wooden surface was covered with faded spell marks. Many spells had probably been practiced here. Today, he would continue the tradition.

The wand in his hand still felt strange. It didn't feel like it belonged to him. But that didn't matter. What mattered was what he could do with it.

He thought of the simple spells he had read in the book. Wingardium Leviosa... to levitate objects. It seemed simple, but it required a precise wrist movement.

He found a fallen branch and placed it in front of him.

"You must hold your wand properly," he muttered to himself. "Don't forget the movement. Up, then a slight twist..."

He raised his wand and concentrated.

"Wingardium Leviosa!"

The branch moved slightly, but did not lift.

He frowned. Casting spells was not just about saying the words. He had to concentrate.

He tried again. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

This time the twig lifted slowly. It floated for a moment, then jerked and fell to the ground.

A small smile appeared on Dante's face. This was only the beginning. He could do better.

A voice sounded behind him.

"Young Master, you are very impressive!"

Dante turned his head to look at Vippy. The house-elf looked at him with eyes glowing with excitement.

"Actually, not so impressive," Dante muttered. "I need to be stronger, I need to learn more."

Vippy nodded. "Of course, Master! If you like, there's another old area of the manor that was used for magical training. You can practice more there."