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Harry Potter and the frozen veil

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Deep in the snowy North, far from the cobbled streets of diagon alley, the ancient Gray family rules over their hidden estate. Feared for their wealth, respected for their lineage, and cloaked in old Nordic magic. At the heart of this legacy stands Linus Gray, a nine year old heir with a secret system bound to his bloodline. Unlike his ancestors Linus struggles with magic, failing at even the simplest spells until he discovers his ancient traits. As Linus grows he must navigate the expectations of his ancestors and the dangers of politics in the pure-blood society. follow this story as he forms his path in blood from himself and his enemies. hello everyone! this is my very first try at making anything like this. the way the story is told will develop over time as i see my mistakes, some things to note, English is not my first language there will be mistakes but hopefully not too many. names and such may change an so on. if you have any feedback i will gladly take it even if its harsh. but i hope you guys can enjoy this! waring there will be 18+ content in the future
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Chapter 1 - Ch. 1 Winter howls

Harry Potter and the frozen veil

Chapter 1 Winter howls

 

On a cold winter day in the deep cold forests of Sweden, a boy lay around him blood and bodies lay cold in the deep snow. The winds blow cold over the quiet slaughter that had taken place moments ago.

A group runs towards the bodies.

"The child is alive but we need to hurry and get him warm and tend to his wounds" a women voice said out loud.

The boy gets picked up and carried away in a hurry.

 

 

Days pass as the boy lay in the bed chambers in a mansion, this mansion belongs to the pure-blood family of Gray, the grays are an ancient Swedish family.

The boy is Linus Gray a 9-year-old boy. Deep blue eyes that seemed far older than his years, holding a quiet intensity that made people pause when they met his gaze. His hair was short a tousled shade of ash-blond. His skin carried the pale fairness of the northern winds. He had a sharp, almost aristocratic face for his age, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin that gave him a slight serious expression even when he smiled. Though small and wiry, there was a quiet confidence in the way he carried himself, the posture of someone raised with the weight of old traditions and expectations.

 

During a windy night Linus awoke, pain could be felt through out his body, he could barley move. He could only lay there moving his head trying to figure out where he was.

He opened his mouth to try calling for someone or something, he opened his mouth but noting came out. He tried again only for a little "hel…" came out. He tried and tried again but nothing that would alert someone came out.

He felt exhausted just from trying to call out for help and he soon found himself asleep yet again.

Linus woke up again this time during what seemed like early morning, the sun lighting up the room through the blinds on the windows. He turned his head to the left and saw a maid opening the blinds on the windows.

"help" a small cry could be heard in the room

The maid turned around to see the boy laying looking at her, her eyes widened as she bolted to the door.

"Quick summon the doctor and get the head maid and butler here the young master is awake!!"

The maid quickly returned to the boys' side and said gently with a tear in her eye.

"The doctor is coming young master just hold on don't move"

What followed was and intense hour of doctors and wizards tending to Linus as he just laid there unable to do much more.

" Young master Linus, I'm so glad that you are awake finally" said the tall butler standing beside the bed.

This was Alaric, Alaric had a dignified bearing of a man who had spent three decades in unwavering service. Tall and lean, his posture was straight as a rod, every movement deliberate and precise, as though he were conducting himself on stage. His hair, once jet black, was now a carefully combed silver, with only a faint trace of its former color lingering at the temples. A neatly trimmed mustache framed his stern mouth, and deep lines carved into his face told of years of quiet discipline rather than indulgence. His eyes, a pale gray blue, seemed perpetually watchful, missing noting in the grand halls of the gray estate. 

In a whisper Linus finally said,

"What happened?"

Alaric looked at Linus with sorrow unsure how he could possibly tell what he was about to.

"Linus… you have been in a coma for 8 months," said Alaric

"eight months… how… why?" Said Linus with a confused tone

Alaric hesitated for a moment before he finally spoke with a voice that sounded hurt and broken.

"Linus on the night your family and you went out to watch the wolf cubs behind the gray mansion… there was an attack…" Alaric said as a tear formed in his eye.

Adrenaline started pumping inside Linus body as he heard the words of what happened.

"An attack? Where is mom and dad, and where is Ida and David?!" Linus Said panicked, Linus started struggling as he tried to sit up.

With a broken and sad tone Alaric said- "Young master Linus, on the night of the attack your family was murdered by the attackers"

The words hit Linus as if he was stabbed in the hurt hundreds of times. Linus started screaming and trying to get out of bed even with his body screaming since he was still badly hurt, the butler and maids tried to calm him to no meaning, Linus was seeing red. He was able to get out of bed barley and stood but collapsed and passed out short after.