The Beginning of a Legacy
The Sorting Feast was a grand affair, filled with endless platters of food that replenished themselves as soon as they were emptied. The older students welcomed the newcomers warmly, introducing themselves and offering advice on how to survive the rigors of Hogwarts.
Ezekiel listened, though his mind was already elsewhere.
His sorting into Ravenclaw had sent ripples through the student body. A Malverne in Ravenclaw wasn't unheard of, but it was rare. Most of his ancestors had been Slytherin or Ravenclaw, but the weight of expectation had leaned toward the former.
He had chosen the latter. Or rather, the Sorting Hat had confirmed what he already knew.
"Knowledge calls to you."
Yes, it did.
As the feast concluded and the students were led to their respective dormitories, Ezekiel followed the group of Ravenclaws through the winding corridors of the castle. They stopped in front of a grand bronze eagle door knocker.
An older student turned to them. "Ravenclaw Tower requires you to answer a riddle to enter. Listen carefully."
The eagle knocker came to life and asked:
"What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?"
Some of the first-years hesitated, but Ezekiel smirked.
"The letter 'M'."
The door swung open, and the older student nodded approvingly. "You'll fit right in."
Inside, the Ravenclaw common room was breathtaking. Large arched windows overlooked the grounds, showing the lake shimmering under the moonlight. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with tomes of magic, history, and forgotten knowledge. The blue and silver decor gave the room an air of tranquility, illuminated by the soft glow of enchanted orbs floating overhead.
Ezekiel found his dormitory easily. He changed into his sleepwear and lay down, staring at the ceiling.
Tomorrow, classes would begin. But before that, his mind drifted to a memory—one that had changed everything.
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Flashback:
A few weeks before, when he had first received his Hogwarts letter, his father, Thomas Malverne, had taken him to Gringotts to retrieve his Malverne Heir Ring.
Inside the massive stone structure, goblins moved with sharp efficiency. Ezekiel followed his father through the marble halls until they reached a particular goblin with a hooked nose and piercing black eyes.
"Ah, Lord Malverne," the goblin said with a bow. "And young Master Malverne."
Thomas nodded. "We're here to access the family vault."
The goblin led them through a maze of underground tunnels, deep into the heart of Gringotts. Finally, they stopped before an enormous iron door adorned with the Malverne crest.
The goblin tapped the door with his long fingers, and the enchantments unlocked. Inside, the vault was filled with gold, priceless artifacts, and heirlooms dating back centuries.
But Ezekiel barely noticed the wealth.
Because the moment he stepped inside, he felt it.
A pull.
A deep, instinctual tug toward the farthest corner of the vault. His breath caught as his magic stirred, responding to something unseen.
He turned to his father. "There's something here," he said.
Thomas raised an eyebrow but gestured for him to go ahead.
Ezekiel followed the pull until he reached an ancient wooden chest, covered in dust and forgotten by time. When he touched it, a surge of cold magic spread through his fingers.
A magical seal.
His heart pounded as he traced the sigils. This was not ordinary magic.
When he pressed his palm against the lock, a sharp pain shot through his hand. A single drop of blood dripped onto the chest—
And then, with a soft click, it opened.
Inside were several ancient books, their covers inscribed with intricate runes. The air around them was thick with magic, almost as if the books themselves were alive.
His father stepped closer, eyes widening slightly. "These belonged to my grandfather," he murmured. "He once spoke of… lost magic."
Ezekiel reached for the first book. The moment his fingers touched the leather cover, runes flared to life—and knowledge flooded his mind.
A language long forgotten. A power untouched for generations.
His lineage.
His heritage.
He was the first in centuries to awaken the magic of his forefathers.
And now, it was his to reclaim.
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Back to the Present:
Ezekiel's eyes snapped open.
That memory still sent chills down his spine. Those books… the knowledge inside them… would be the key to his future.
But first, he had to navigate Hogwarts.
As dawn broke, he rose, dressed, and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
His schedule had been handed out:
Charms with Professor Flitwick
Transfiguration with Professor McGonagall
Defense Against the Dark Arts with Professor Quirrell
Potions with Professor Snape
Herbology with Professor Sprout
History of Magic with the ghost, Professor Binns
He smirked.
It was time to show Hogwarts what a Malverne was capable of.
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Author's Notes:
Ezekiel has retrieved ancient books tied to his lost family magic!
The vault scene foreshadows his journey into mastering his unique abilities.