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Rainier Green
- Status:
- Unknown
- Nationality:
- English
- Residence:
- London, England
- Function:
- Third year, Gryffindor
- Wand:
- 32,9 cm chestnut wood and unicorn hair
Four years ago, Rainier Green was not Rainier Green.
The real Rainier Green was another little boy, and if Anthony Green had not needed him alive, the real Rainier's name would have been buried with him.
But society being the unforgiving pit of snakes it is, Anthony recognized that he must meet certain expectations. So the alchemist very quietly went to the muggle orphanage, and chose a suitable replacement for his son. Visitors did so rarely come around these days, the Green name having receded from prominence. Who would notice? And children get so big so very fast, and of course a child's hair is expected to get a little darker as he ages. He was the right size, had the same shaped nose - and when the boy failed to show signs of magical talent within the year, Anthony could simply do the proper thing and disown the "squib."
But Rainier never became a squib.
5 years ago, the boy who would be Rainier Green's house burnt down. His parents could not find the matches, but he had been warned. When they left him, they explained - they simply could not afford to keep him.
But Anthony made certain he would earn his keep.
It is not an easy process to make gold - nor an easy process to bring forth a Green from mud. But the Greens had been practicing spagyric for centuries, and by hook or crook, the boy would be useful in their search for panacea.
And Rainier wanted to be a Green.
Cruel taskmaster or not, Anthony had fire, and Rainier had always been drawn to flames. Anthony readily taught him: fire had purgative qualities, and essences could be wrought through flames. So at first, when Anthony handed him potions, the smaller Green quaffed them at the same time Anthony did, no matter how his stomach churned to look at them. And at first, Anthony had claims for each: this one would make them faster (and it did!); that one would make them stronger. (It didn't.) This one would take away freckles, and, he swore, this next one would fix the gastroparesis that nothing seemed to fix.
Be brave. Be grateful. I could have left you in that place, but I didn't; I love you, Rainier.
But soon, every potion became the potion that would fix everything. Rainier could see that Anthony believed it. Rainier believes, it, too.
We will fix everything.
No matter the cost.
Rainier does not like the name Rainier, but he still wants to be a Green, and so that is what he asks friends to call him - just "Green."
But he did not learn the lesson the real Rainier learned too late: intentions aren't everything.
Encyclopedia Entry (and further history.)
The real Rainier Green was another little boy, and if Anthony Green had not needed him alive, the real Rainier's name would have been buried with him.
But society being the unforgiving pit of snakes it is, Anthony recognized that he must meet certain expectations. So the alchemist very quietly went to the muggle orphanage, and chose a suitable replacement for his son. Visitors did so rarely come around these days, the Green name having receded from prominence. Who would notice? And children get so big so very fast, and of course a child's hair is expected to get a little darker as he ages. He was the right size, had the same shaped nose - and when the boy failed to show signs of magical talent within the year, Anthony could simply do the proper thing and disown the "squib."
But Rainier never became a squib.
5 years ago, the boy who would be Rainier Green's house burnt down. His parents could not find the matches, but he had been warned. When they left him, they explained - they simply could not afford to keep him.
But Anthony made certain he would earn his keep.
It is not an easy process to make gold - nor an easy process to bring forth a Green from mud. But the Greens had been practicing spagyric for centuries, and by hook or crook, the boy would be useful in their search for panacea.
And Rainier wanted to be a Green.
Cruel taskmaster or not, Anthony had fire, and Rainier had always been drawn to flames. Anthony readily taught him: fire had purgative qualities, and essences could be wrought through flames. So at first, when Anthony handed him potions, the smaller Green quaffed them at the same time Anthony did, no matter how his stomach churned to look at them. And at first, Anthony had claims for each: this one would make them faster (and it did!); that one would make them stronger. (It didn't.) This one would take away freckles, and, he swore, this next one would fix the gastroparesis that nothing seemed to fix.
Be brave. Be grateful. I could have left you in that place, but I didn't; I love you, Rainier.
But soon, every potion became the potion that would fix everything. Rainier could see that Anthony believed it. Rainier believes, it, too.
We will fix everything.
No matter the cost.
Rainier does not like the name Rainier, but he still wants to be a Green, and so that is what he asks friends to call him - just "Green."
But he did not learn the lesson the real Rainier learned too late: intentions aren't everything.
Encyclopedia Entry (and further history.)