For as long as there has been magic coursing through the blood of ancient wixes, there has been a Pentros to exploit it. Yazhera is no exception, following in the formidable footsteps of her ancestors with grand leaps. Before her father's failed coup against her grandfather, the prolific half-giant Pentros family had dug their roots deep into the soil of an obscured Greek island, Khardessa. Hidden from muggle eyes and nestled upon unforgiving cliffs, Khardessa became the hub of those who meddled with unsavory dark arts and needed financing from the deep pockets of the Pentros family. Having stolen their fortune rather than earned it, those born under the heavy burden of the Pentros name like Hera's father, Karesh, often took up professions such as hitwizards, security, and proprietors to guard more than gold that lies deep within Khardessa's surface. Karesh's wife, Valemira, belonged to another ancient family that settled on the island. While their Pentros counterparts preferred to settle their disputes with fists, the half-giants born under the name Thavros flourished in courts and found their fortune in dealing information. As the last born, Karesh's inheritance would be stripped to its bare bones by the two eldest Pentros sons before it would land on his platter. It was no surprise that Hera's father met great resistance when he tried to pry secrets from the vault.
At the age of five, Hera fled with her father and mother from Khardessa's shores. The night sky was aglow with streaks of light as spells were flung between her father and his kin, indistinguishable from lightning to the muggle eye. With her hand cloistered in Valemira's iron grasp, Hera struggled to keep up with her mother's frantic pace, searching for Karesh amongst the chaos. As the volleys of spells grew more frequent, Hera and her mother could not outrun the onslaught. Just as a rogue spell was about to strike the young Pentros, a heavy shove by her mother saved her from a gruesome fate, at the cost of Valemira's life. Hera's heartbeat thrummed in her ears, drowning out the caterwaul that rose up from her throat. Crimson droplets splashed against the rocky shore from where the spell scorched across the bridge of her nose before colliding with her mother. With no time for grief to latch on with its claws, Karesh tore Hera away. The young girl was forced to watch her home shrink into the distance between the short bursts of apparitions.
Six years came and went as time began to meld together in an unintelligible blur. Hera and her father were left to pick up the shattered remains of their family name in Godric's Hollow. Honest work was difficult to come by, so dishonest had to do. Soon, the Pentros name became a familiar whisper in the dark alleys if there was a need for muscle who could turn a blind eye for a price. Their half-giant ancestry turned heads, sometimes with disdainful looks, but none were brave enough for a confrontation. The glances would continue throughout Hera's school days as curiosity would get the better of her classmates.
