The night at the Diggory household was calm and warm.Roy sat with Amos Diggory and Cedric in their living room, the scent of cinnamon tea drifting through the air.
Amos, always curious, leaned forward.
"So you're the young man everyone's been talking about — the one with the dragon?"
Roy smiled faintly.
"Guilty as charged."
Dvalin, in her small cat-sized form, stretched lazily on the armrest, giving a sleepy chirp as if confirming it herself.
The evening turned pleasant — talks of alchemy, magical beasts, and a few shared jokes later, Amos was laughing heartily.
"You're welcome here anytime, lad. It's not every day I share a fire with someone who's tamed a dragon and still has time for business and spellcraft."
"And tea," Cedric added with a grin.
Roy chuckled.
"I'll bring rarer blends next time, then."
The next morning, just as sunlight painted the Diggory orchard gold, Roy received a letter from the Weasley twins through a bewitched paper airplane.
"We're off to Diagon Alley today! Don't be late — Fred wants to test a new joke on you!"
Roy folded the note with a smile.
"Let's go, Dvalin."
He snapped his fingers, summoning a swirl of dark phoenix flame that coiled around him. In an instant, the world blurred into black fire — and when it cleared, he was standing in the bustling streets of Diagon Alley.
Diagon Alley
The cobblestone street was alive with the hum of chatter and the glint of golden shop signs. Witches and wizards hurried past with cauldrons, pets, and parchment rolls.
Just ahead, Roy spotted familiar figures: Daphne Greengrass, Cassandra Vole, Hermione Granger, and Astoria Greengrass, who had just stepped out of Ollivanders, her eyes bright with joy.
Astoria waved excitedly, her new wand clutched in one hand.
"Roy!" she called, running up to him. "Look! I just got my first wand!"
She lifted it proudly, and a faint sparkle of golden light danced at the tip. Roy smiled, his diamond-blue eyes warm.
"Congratulations, little Greengrass. I'm sure it suits you perfectly."
When Daphne, Cassandra, Hermione, and Astoria reached him, they were accompanied by the familiar flutter of small wings — Dvalin, perched on Roy's shoulder.
Daphne smiled.
"Hello, Dvalin."
Cassandra pulled out a small pouch.
"I brought treats!"
Dvalin chirped happily, hovering in the air as the girls offered bits of enchanted fruit candy. She raised her tiny claws high — as if waving hello — causing Astoria and Hermione to giggle.
"She's so cute!" Hermione exclaimed."And smart," Roy added. "She already knows who's holding the sweets."
Astoria reached out hesitantly.
"Roy… can I hold her while we shop?"
Roy nodded.
"Of course. She likes you, anyway."
Dvalin fluttered into Astoria's arms, curling around her like a glowing scarf, her small wings flickering happily.
Hermione, meeting Dvalin for the first time, smiled warmly and offered her another treat. Dvalin accepted — and instantly nestled against her sleeve in approval.
"I think she's adopted both of you now," Roy said with a grin.
As they walked, they talked and laughed, moving past the crowd near Madam Malkin's and Eeylops Owl Emporium. That was when they heard a familiar booming voice.
"HARRY POTTER! I TOLD YE TO STAY OUT O' KNOCKTURN ALLEY!"
Hagrid, towering and flustered, had his hand on Harry's shoulder as he guided him back toward the main street.
Roy chuckled softly.
"I take it someone took a wrong turn again."
Approaching, he greeted the half-giant.
"Good morning, Hagrid."
Hagrid looked up, startled — and then broke into a grin.
"Blimey! Roy Valvas! Been ages since I've seen ye! And who's this wee creature?"
Dvalin fluttered from Astoria's arm and landed on Hagrid's shoulder. Hagrid's eyes widened as she sniffed his beard curiously.
"A baby dragon! She's gorgeous!"
"She's Dvalin," Roy said proudly. "And careful — she'll charm you for snacks if you're not cautious."
Hagrid laughed, pulling a few rock cakes from his pocket.
"She can have one or two."
Dvalin snatched a piece eagerly, earning more laughter from everyone — even Hermione, who whispered to Roy,
"She might be the only one who actually likes those rock cakes."
After a while, they reached Flourish and Blotts — where a massive crowd had gathered. The signboard announced:"Gilderoy Lockhart — Book Signing and Lecture!"
Hermione's eyes lit up.
"It's him! The famous author!"
Roy, however, simply stepped aside, uninterested.
"I'll pass. I prefer books that teach something, not ones filled with self-portraits."
Inside, the noise was deafening — flashes of cameras, squeals of fans, and Lockhart's overly bright smile as he waved from the stage.Roy ignored it all, leading Daphne, Cassandra, Hermione, and Astoria toward the deeper rows, searching for spellcraft, alchemy, and magical theory volumes.
While they browsed, commotion erupted near the entrance. Roy glanced over to see Lucius Malfoy — impeccably dressed, his cold demeanor unchanged — facing Arthur Weasley, who looked ready to explode.
The exchange turned heated. Words were thrown, insults hissed. Then suddenly, a shove — books scattered, and in the chaos, Lucius slipped a small black diary into a pile of Ginny's belongings without anyone noticing.
Except Roy.
His sharp blue eyes caught the movement instantly. He studied the diary for a second — dark magic thrummed faintly beneath its leather cover — then looked away.
"Interesting," he murmured. "So it begins."
But he made no move. He knew fate had its design… and meddling too early might shift more than just a single destiny.
When the noise settled, Lucius exited with a flick of his cloak, followed by his second wife, Lisana Malfoy–Selwyn, a tall, elegant witch with silver hair and calculating eyes. Draco trailed behind, quieter than usual.
Roy's gaze lingered on Lisana briefly — the woman who replaced Narcissa seven years ago. A faint smirk touched his lips.
"So that's the new Malfoy matriarch… quite the upgrade in cunning."
Turning back, he found Daphne rolling her eyes.
"Don't let her hear you say that, Roy.""Wouldn't dream of it," he said smoothly.
The group finished collecting their books, paid, and stepped out into the late afternoon sun. Dvalin perched on Astoria's shoulder, tiny wings folded neatly, purring softly as the day's laughter continued.
None of them noticed, as the Weasley family departed, that the dark diary now lay tucked deep in Ronald Weasley's satchel, its silent whisper echoing faintly through the crowd — unseen, but waiting