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Assistant: Title: The Untold Tale of a Noble
        Author: aconsideredliterary aconsideredliterary 
        Chapter: 4/26 
        Summary: The story of Ariadne Avery is set in the late 1800s. It picks up from where Hogwarts Legacy (the game) ends—so the start of 6th year. However, the MC of the game will not have a role in the fic since it revolves around The House of Avery. The House of Avery is classified as one of the most powerful wizarding houses of the wizarding world, yet there seems to be very little information about it, and furthermore, a gap from mid-1891 to 1899 (Grindelwald meets Dumbledore). Thus, I intend to fill out that gap while making sense of The "Forgotten" House of Avery—there may come an overlap, so it fits in with the timeline.I know it is a bit crazy of a construct, but who wouldn't read about our loveable Slytherins from the 1800s and see them go through (even more) trauma? I surely would. All jokes aside, I do believe this will give a look into how the wizarding society of the 19th century was (how women, half-bloods, and so on, were treated and seen, the prejudice against goblins, and more), and I hope you will give me the time of day to read it—I promise it's worth it:)-aconsideredliterary, the author
            
            PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COPYING. IF YOU SHARE, GIVE CREDIT! (Socials located in end notes)-Introduction to characters + family dynamics.-WARNING: harsh languageAriadne, along with her little sister, makes her departure to Hogwarts, finally getting an escape from The Avery Estate, where she'd spent her wretched summer being eyed as her father had been a hawk.
        Contents: Chapter 4: Even Scared Knights Fight Mongrels - Analepsis, 1881
    

    

        
          
          
            PLEASE REFRAIN FROM COPYING. IF YOU SHARE, GIVE CREDIT! (Socials located in end notes)- Character introductions- (mild) TW: mockeryBe aware that this is a shorter chapter, yet we get a look into the youthful past of our two darling nobles<3
          
        

      
        
          
          (See the end of the chapter for  notes.)
          
      
  

  
  
    
    
  My friends used to play a game where

  We would pick a decade

  We wished we could live in instead of this

  I'd say the 1830s but without all the racists and getting married off for

  the highest bid

  Everyone would look down

  Cause it wasn't fun now

  Seems like it was never even fun back then

  Nostalgia is a mind's trick
 
  March 28th, 1881
The Gaunt Manor, usually a bastion of solemnity and silence, was awash in vibrant hues and echoes of laughter on a particular Easter evening. The imposing stone walls were enlivened by a dazzling array of magical lights, dancing merrily to the tune of the orchestra's sprightly melody. In every corner, there were signs of the elder Gaunts’ attempts to cast aside their usual austerity in favour of showcasing their wealth and prominence within the pureblood community.Amidst the revelry stood a small framed girl dressed in a flowing gown of sky-blue silk, her blonde hair pulled back to reveal the curious, unguarded expressions that flickered across her face, her blue-eyed gaze wide with intrigue, a gaze that six years later, to her ignorant innocence, would turn into an orange colour, marking her for life.Ariadne, who finally had reached the age old enough to attend, clung onto her nanny’s hand, her presence a stark contrast to the sea of calculated smiles and polished chatter.It was her first time at a manor this big that hadn’t been her own home. “Remember, Ariadne, you are here to present your family and not frolic like common folk,” the nanny whispered, guiding her through the boodle of elegantly attired guests.Nearby stood a skinny-framed boy with fair skin that seemed translucent under the dim light. He appeared to fit nothing like the part of the mirth surrounding him. Dressed in a stiff, dark suit that seemed to swallow his frail frame, he observed the crowd, his pallid eyes flickering around the ample room with a mix of curiosity and caution. His young face was etched with a seriousness peculiar for a boy his age, betraying his discomfort amidst the revelry of his family’s celebration.Being nothing but drawn to all the noise and glimmering light, Ariadne, in a lively minute, could no longer contain her adventurous spirit and slipped away from her nanny’s vigilant gaze, her small feet carrying her across the floor, her light blue eyes twinkling with intrigue.Yet, her journey through the maze of guests came to an abrupt end when she nearly collided with the boy she had noticed from afar, who seemingly was trying to decide between a candied apple or refuging to the solitude of the manor’s hidden crooks and corners.“Hello, I’m Ariadne,” Ariadne smiled blithely, her clear voice cutting through the hum of chatter around them. "Why do you look so sad?”The boy, caught off guard by her direct approach, forced out a hesitant reply, frowning slightly, “...I’m Ominis, and I’m not sad! I just– I just don’t like dancing that much.”“Me neither!” Ariadne chirpily exclaimed, her face lighting up with a shared sense of rebellion, “Would you like to play instead? Do you have a garden like me?”“I do,” Ominis unsurely muttered, a faint smile gracing his lips, though his pale-eyed gaze, to Ariadne’s perplexity, didn’t look right at her as he continued, “And I think...I think I’d like that.”Seemingly grateful for the diversion, Ominis unsurely took Ariadne’s hand, guiding them out of the crowded room full of dull adult chatter and venturing outside—Ariadne had a feeling that the true magic of the evening awaited out there.The gardens of Gaunt Manor, illuminated in the dazzling moonlight, were like a secret world. A labyrinth of shadowed paths and silvered flowerbeds that seemed to whisper secrets to those who walked their trails. The children, free from the watchful glares of their parents, invented a marvellous game of playing knights, slaying every dragon and mongrel that crossed their path. A youthful laughter emerged from the unfearful knights, sounding like a natural melody that complemented the faint artificial harmony of the orchestra’s strings drifting from the manor’s open doors and windows.Soon, the evening air grew crisp, and Ariadne’s light gown proved to be inadequate against the chill. Noticing her shiver, Ominis draped his jacket over her shoulders, his face flushing with a bashfulness that even the soft rays of moonlight couldn’t hide.“You’re very kind,” Ariadne smiled, her voice muffled by the coat.“Aren't you scared of me?” Ominis asked, his expression peeking with curiousness and insecurity.“Why would I ever be scared of you?” Ariadne questioned as she tilted her head in puzzlement.“Because I’m a Gaunt,” Ominis replied, as though that explained everything, yet a hint of sorrow tinged his tone while he reluctantly pointed towards his bright, pupilless eyes, “And also... these.”Ariadne wasn't sure what the boy meant. His eyes were, well, just eyes, and his father was probably just like hers, so why would she be afraid of that?“To me, you’re just Ominis,” she firmly declared, and with that simple declaration, a friendship was solidified, one that felt as though it could withstand even the rigid expectations of their heritage.“And I think your eyes are very pretty!” Ariadne added, smiling happily.Ominis, overwhelmed by a friendliness he had never gotten to experience until that very evening, felt his cheeks heat. However, before he could thank her, two boys, a year or maybe two older, stumbled upon their secluded play—Cassius Black, accompanied by Marvolo Gaunt, Ominis’ elder brother.“Playing with the Avery girl, Gaunt? Planning to marry her? You won’t even be able to see her!” Cassius sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.“You sure do have a sad way with girls, little brother,” Marvolo chimed in as he crossed his arms, a smug smirk crossing on his pale face.Ariadne, undeterred by their imposing appearances and already having had enough of their bullying, stepped forward, her expression hardening. “Leave him alone! We’re playing knights, and you’re being very rude!”“Letting the Avery girl stick up for you, huh, Ominis?” The older Gaunt grinned cruelly, letting his grey-eyed gaze drift towards Ariadne, “And girls can’t play knights.”“Yes, they can!” Ariadne countered, feeling more than just agitated by their scorn.“No. Why do you think it’s only called knights, not knightdettes?” Cassius took a step towards her, his glare filled with unfathomable arrogance and belittlement.“Hey, she, too, can play a knight if she wants! Leave her alone, Cassius,” Ominis interfered, his voice wobbly, clearly not used to speaking up, “you, too, Marvolo.”Exchanging an amused look, the two older boys merely snickered, finding the younger boy’s interference more pathetic than intimidating, “Don’t worry, we’ll leave you alone, little brother,” Marvolo grinned, letting his hand ruffle up Ominis’ neatly slicked-back hair. "Have fun on your little date.”Marvolo nonchalantly proceeded to turn around, walking away. Cassius gave Ariadne one last menacing glare, scoffing before following after the elder Gaunt's tracks. Ominis and Ariande were left behind, staring at the two boys' backs, their own eyes wide with unspoken questions. The incident left a sombre note in the air—an unavoidable one, at that. Ariadne glanced at Ominis, who now stood, relatively messy-haired, with an expression both bitter and solemn.“I’m sorry they said those things,” Ariadne said softly while moving closer to him, her voice, which usually was so vibrant, now laced with concern. “They shouldn’t say things like that.”Ominis forced a small smile, his earlier embarrassment replaced by a deep-seated frustration.“It’s always like this,” he admitted quietly, “Marvolo and his friends- they think because I’m different.. it's funny to them.”“But you’re braver than both of them,” Ariadne encouragingly stated.“I’m not. I was scared.” Ominis lowly asserted.“Ominis, you stood up to them, and that makes you a real knight, not like in our game, but for real,” Ariadne insisted, her own resolve hardening, “Even scared knights fight mongrels like them.”Ominis looked at Ariadne, his pupilless eyes seeming to see her more clearly than anyone else ever had, “Thank you, Ariadne. That means a lot to me.”They went on to resume their play pretend, the tone more subdued. Their laughter no longer echoed around the garden; no, instead, they spoke in earnest about their hopes and the small dreams that they dared to share – of a world where names like Avery and Gaunt didn’t dictate who they had to be. As the moon climbed higher, signalling the late hour, distant calls from the Manor summoned them back. They slowly and reluctantly walked towards the Gaunt manor; the sounds of the ongoing party were muffled and distant, a reminder of the world waiting to reclaim them.“You know, we should meet like this every year,” Ariadne suggested as they neared the entrance, her voice wistful, a hopeful smile appearing on her face, “We can forget everyone else and have our own adventure.”Ominis nodded, squeezing her hand gently, “I’d like that. It’s a promise then?”“Cross my heart,” Ariadne affirmed, drawing an ‘X’ over her chest as her smile became more apparent.They stopped at the doorway, neither wanting to part ways. As they stood hesitating, the grand doors swung open. Standing in the threshold was Trafford Avery; his sharp eyes scanned the scene before him, resting on their joined hands with a disapproving frown.“Ariadne, it’s time we were leaving,” he declared, his voice carrying cold command.Ominis released her hand slowly, stepping back as Ariadne was pulled into the stream of departing guests. She looked back over her shoulder, letting her eyes see his one last time, her former bright smile faltering under her father’s stern gaze.“Goodbye, Ominis,” she called out softly, not caring about the loudness of her voice, the evening’s revelations weighing heavily in her heart.“Goodbye, Ariadne,” Ominis replied, his voice barely above a whisper, watching as she disappeared into the crowd.
  
  

    
      
        
        
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