Yağmur was born into the illustrious wizard Harrow family by his Scottish father, Morogh Harrow, and his new wife, Miray. That December night had been especially frightful for the new mother, candlelight casting warped shadows on the wall of her and the midwife. Morogh was absent as usual, perhaps on another ministry assignment or wooing whoever fell for his exaggerated tales. The frigid wind's howling and Miray's pleading in her mother tongue was a haunting duet. A new voice emerged a few moments later from the bundle of blankets swaddling a newborn, his wild tufts of hair as bright as his mother's lace gown.
Before Yağmur's birth, Morogh had been previously married to a frail woman named Lilidh and fathered Yağmur's half-sister, Ursa. Shortly after Lilidh's death, Morogh fell for the charming Miray, a young woman with a dulcet voice and alabaster curls. The singer paid the burly man no mind, ignoring his advances until he promised her what she could not find in the hovel of an inn: fame. Unfortunately, fame never did find the alabaster-haired beauty. Instead, her voice only fell upon the beastly man's ears for he was jealous and sought to cage her free spirit. Many years spent in the Harrow mansion have made the woman bitter and already lacking in maternal instinct, a poor mother to both her blood and her husband's.
The boy often doubted his parentage as he lacked the rugged, ebony hair and eyes as dark as ink many Harrow men before him had possessed. His elder sister's taunting did nothing to quell his worry. Despite carrying his father's name and responsibilities as heir to the centuries old family, Yağmur could not feel more removed from the daunting man. The acceptance letter flown in by owl was the boy's ticket to escaping the lonely confines of the mansion and the expectations of his father.
