RF_Axel

In an alternate universe of Harry Potter, Ezekiel Cassian Malverne—a brilliant, ambitious, and powerful heir of the prestigious Malverne family—begins his journey at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Born into one of the richest and most politically influential families of the Sacred 28.
*Hogwarts Starts at 13.
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The Lord of Ice and Magic

The calm of a cold November night was shattered when the portrait of the Fat Lady was found slashed open.

Students huddled in the Great Hall as rumors spread like wildfire.

"Sirius Black was inside the castle!"

"He tried to get into Gryffindor Tower!"

Ezekiel Cassian Malverne listened in silence, standing slightly apart from the frantic crowd. Daphne Greengrass, his wife and partner in all things, stood beside him, arms crossed.

Alys was with the other Slytherins, but she kept glancing toward him, waiting for his reaction.

"He got in," Ezekiel murmured. "Despite the Dementors and all the security. Interesting."

Daphne gave him a sharp look. "You think someone helped him?"

"Possibly." His silver-blue eyes flickered. "The real question is: how did he escape?"

Dumbledore's arrival silenced the room.

"Prefects, escort your houses back to their dormitories. Extra security measures will be implemented immediately."

Despite the chaos, Ezekiel's mind was already working.

Sirius Black. Former Marauder. Betrayer of the Potters. A man who had supposedly escaped Azkaban on sheer willpower alone.

He'd have to keep an eye on Potter.

A few weeks later, the Hogwarts Quidditch season officially began with Gryffindor vs. Hufflepuff.

Ezekiel wasn't playing—his status as a professional Chaser meant he could no longer represent Hogwarts.

Daphne had laughed when he grumbled about it. "You can't have everything, love."

He had still attended the match, standing near the faculty stands. The air was thick with anticipation, the crowd buzzing with excitement.

A chill seeped into the air, unnatural and suffocating.

Screams. Gasps. Shadows descending.

Dementors—dozens of them—swarmed over the stadium, their presence warping the very atmosphere.

On the field, Harry Potter fell from his broom, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

His wand was already raised. "Expecto Patronum!"

The snow leopard of ice-blue light burst forth, streaking across the pitch with predatory grace.

More Patronuses erupted—Lupin's wolf, Flitwick's sparrowhawk, and even McGonagall's tabby cat, all pushing back the Dementors.

The creatures retreated, their foul presence leaving behind only lingering dread.

Ezekiel's eyes swept over the scene.

Why had the Dementors acted out of turn?

This was no accident. Someone had let them in.

As December arrived, Ezekiel and Daphne left Hogwarts for the holidays, returning to Ravenclaw Manor—their official home as husband and wife.

Snow blanketed the grand estate. The ancient halls of the manor shimmered with floating lights, enchanted decorations, and the faint hum of centuries-old magic.

Celeste practically tackled Ezekiel the moment he stepped inside.

He barely caught her, spinning her around. "Miss me?"

"You were gone for too long!" she pouted, clinging to him. "I wrote you twelve letters!"

Alys smirked as she stepped inside, brushing snow off her cloak. "She means she forced me to send twelve letters."

Daphne laughed, slipping off her gloves. "I'm sure he read all of them."

Ezekiel ruffled Celeste's hair. "Of course I did."

His mother, Lady Marissa Malverne, entered gracefully.

His father, Lord Thomas Malverne, nodded approvingly.

Ezekiel met his father's gaze and knew exactly what he meant. Between his political maneuvers, Patronus training, and the Sirius Black incident, his responsibilities were stacking higher than ever.

Shadows Over Hogwarts