Full Name: Lilith Corvina Wolfram
House: Slytherin
Age: 11
Wand: 25,0 cm cherry wood and horned serpent horn
School Year: 1st
Patronus: N/A
Species: Werewolf




So you want to know my story? I don't know why you would want to, but alright. My name is Lilith Corvina Wolfram. I born and raised in England. In the town of Greenwich to be exact. My mother was a woman named Esmeralda. I say was because I don't know if she is still alive. She wasn't exactly present in my life for long. Father won't tell me why mother left, but I assume she didn't actually want a child.

My father, on the other hand, has always been around. His name is Lucien Wolfram. He and I could not be anymore different in looks. Where I'm short, he's tall. Where I have black hair, he has blond. Indeed, many believe him to be a family friend who's baby sitting me rather than him being my actual father. There are, however, noticeable similarities in the bone structure of our faces. That, and we also share yellowish-green eyes. I guess you would call our eye colour hazel but for the fact that the hue never shifts or changes no matter the lighting. There are a few other similarities that father and I share. We both love reading and spending time out in a nearby forest. We are also magical. I mean that literally. See, father was the son of a witch and a muggle. He, himself, inherited the ability to cast and wield magic from my grandmother. He attended Hogwarts, the greatest magic school in the world. There he was sorted into Ravenclaw. A house that had developed his love of books to be even keener. It's the house I will end up in. There's no way the Sorting Hat will put me anywhere else. Especially since none of the other houses appreciate knowledge like Ravenclaw does. Except...as you can see, it did. I can't figure out why in the world it put me in Slytherin of all houses, but they say the Hat is never wrong.

Anyway, before I even got to attend Hogwarts myself, father had me attend a muggle school much like he had when he was younger. It wasn't terrible. It would have been better if I had been able to make at least one proper friend to talk to during breaks. Still, I can't deny that I did manage to learn quite a bit. Mathematics, English, History, Science. It's interesting to see how different things are between muggles and magical folk. Especially since when they visit father's book shop they always buy the same kind of books. Oh! Right! I forgot to mention, father runs a second-hand bookstore back home. We mostly sell muggle books of course, but occasionally we get one or two scriptures of magical nature. Always fun when a muggle comes with a box of books from some deceased family member's collection and we see a grimoire.

Every day after my classes, and most of my holidays, I spent working in father's bookstore. Sorting and pricing new books. Tidying shelves and ensuring titles were in the right categories and alphabetical order. Even occasionally selling the books to customers when father was busy. Did you know that muggles have a way of conveying money without carrying it all on their person? Seriously! They have this card that they insert into a machine and it will take the money from their bank account and put it into ours! Why on earth hasn't this been done in our world? Carrying around all these coins gets so heavy and tiresome you know?

I have to say my fondest memories come from the days father and I spent camping in the local forest. Of course we had a magical tent so that we wouldn't have to live without our favourite amenities. Still, it was fun trying to identify the plants and animals in the area, fishing from a stream that ran nearby. Even simply climbing trees to read in their lofty heights. Speaking of which, one time I actually fell out of a tree but manage to not gain a single scratch. Just one of the many instances that showed I already carried magical potential. Father says the first time I did magic that he knows of was when I was five. Apparently I spilled a glass of juice onto my favourite book at the time. I had been so distressed that I ended up using magic to dry and clean my book, leaving it undamaged. I don't actually remember doing that, but father said I did so it must have happened.

Anyway, one of the reasons I really love being in that forest is the fact that father always seems younger, more worry-free when we go there. It's as if someone turns back the clock on him, returning him to his care-free days before I was born. He says he met my mother on one of the trips he used to make into the forest, but that and "she was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. You look a lot like her," is about all I ever get. Father doesn't like talking about mother because she really broke his heart when she left him after having me. I wonder at times whether she left because she had me. Then again, what could I have done to upset her while I was an infant? I would like to meet her and get some answers. Assuming she's alive that is.

There is a key aspect of my life that I need to mention. I am a werewolf. I became one in my ninth year, during one of my camping trips with father. We had had a really good, relaxing day. Nothing had suggested that I was to lose my humanity that day. In fact the only thing out of the ordinary was that father warned me to stay inside the tent that night. I asked why, of course, but the only answer he had for me was that something didn't feel right. Neither of us had realised that it was to be a full moon. Even if we had realised I doubt that we would have ever guessed that there was a werewolf in the area since there never had been one around before. I had tried to do as father had told me to do and stay inside the tent all night, but sometimes no amount of willpower will stop you needing the bathroom. Yes, our tent was magic and thus had more space than an ordinary one so that we could have separate sleeping areas and more books to read, even an area to read those books on wet days. That doesn't mean we went so far as to have an entire house inside our tent. You see, we camped where muggles also camped. The last thing we needed was for a muggle to peek inside the tent and go telling people about how it clearly wasn't a normal tent. It's easy to get away with a slightly-bigger-on-the-inside tent. Completely decked out with all you could ever desire? Not so much.

Anyway, I went outside to relieve myself. That went all fine. It was the noise as I began to return to the tent that wasn't. See, upon hearing twigs snapping and the sound of something in pain, a normal person...a sane person, would return to the tent and the comfort of their parent. Right? Well obviously I'm not sane. Or at least not in that moment. My curiosity got the better of me and I just had to check up on the poor thing that was hurt. Big mistake. Like, huge mistake. The creature in pain? That was a now dead deer. The cause? A moon crazed werewolf who didn't like to have his dinner interrupted. I had tried to back away, but it had already noticed me. The werewolf leaped at me and I ran. There was no escape, however. I ended up getting both scratched and bitten by this beast. Father managed to come to my rescue just in time. I suppose the werewolf's noise woke him up. I can't say much more of what happened after that since I passed out from pain and shock. Father took me to Saint Mungos to get my wounds treated. This, of course, meant that I didn't die, but I did become a monster.

The day my Hogwarts Acceptance letter arrived, father threw a small party for me. We had been expecting it to come, of course, but that didn't make it any less of a joyous day. It was a good day. We didn't have a feast or anything as fancy as what we got here after we had been sorted, but the food was everything that I loved to eat. Not to mention, the company was the absolute best. I really hope that I can make father proud even though I was sorted into Slytherin.

First Year

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