Amira Vulchanova

## Backstory

Amira Vulchanova, the daughter of Pyotr Vulchanova and Ivana Pax, Pyotr was the descendant of the original founder of durmstrang, the scandinavian school for wizards and witches alike. The Vulchanova's consisted solely of pure blood witches and wizards, many in them in favor of the beliefs of other pure blood supremacists. And they make sure everyone knows it any chance they get, often exposing other witches and wizards if they even have a drop of muggle blood in them. The Vulchanovas were notorious for their violent ways of those of muggle decent, they believed as though half-bloods and muggle borns deserved to be put down, not deserving the right to live simply because of what ran through their blood. Pyotr was the same way, he had even had another child with a pureblood witch by the name of Lidya Milev, and their child’s name was Boris Vulchanova. The three had lived together for a year happily, that was until he fell in love with a muggle woman by the name of Ivana Pax. He tried to hide it for as long as he could but Lidya found out, separating from him she took Boris with her, the two unheard of until much later years when Boris is given the title of Beater for the Quidditch World Cup.

Pytor had tried everything to find her and his son, but no amount of locator spells and work from the police could find them. After months of searching he finally gave up, losing all hope to find his son. The only person that was able to lift his spirits after was Ivana, providing him tremendous amount of joy. But unbeknownst to her that he was a wizard he had to walk around on eggshells when around her. On a late afternoon she had decided to surprise him but came home to him with a wand out, practicing magic right in front of her eyes. He hadn’t noticed her presence until hearing the bag of food drop to the ground with a loud thud. Turning his eyes he was met with the shocked expression of his girlfriend. Immediately hiding his wand he watched her run out the door in horror. Getting up he chased after her, quicker than her he stopped her in the hallway tugging on her elbow, “Ivana, please.. let me explain.” his voice small and shaky. With the slow nod of her head the two slowly made their way back to the girl’s small apartment.

The two had talked throughout the nice, Pyotr trying to explain things to her in the easiest way possible as to what he was. After hours of talking Ivana came to understand who he was, not caring that he was a wizard. Pyotr hadn’t told his mother in fear of what may happen to both him and Ivana. The two continued seeing each other for months before his mother had found out of his relationship with the young woman, she had banned him from ever seeing her again, fear of what could happen if they continued on. The thought of never seeing her again was unbearable to him, so for the first time in forever he broke his mother’s rules and continued to see her. They had kept their relationship even quieter, not wanting his mother to find out for a second time. Their relationship was going smoothly until they had found out Ivana was with child. Frightened he had run to his father for help, given that he had always been the kinder parent. He had asked his father for help but was immediately shut down, telling his mother right away Pyotr had been banished from the family, not tolerating the idea of having a half-blood in the family.

After being thrown out of the family he went to Ivana’s telling her what had happened without a second thought she agreed to let him in. Throughout the duration of her pregnancy Pytor worked as hard as he could to support them and nine months later Ivana would give birth to a beautiful baby girl, and she would be given the name of Amira Pytorov Vulchanova. They fawned over her the moment from birth, labeling her their little princess. The parents provided her the best childhood they possibly could, trying their absolute hardest to protect her from the harsh reality that her family didn’t want her, and all because she was a half-blood. But Amira grew up as any wizard would, starting her studies from an early age. Given her father’s name status, she was provided the best education possible.

When the time came she was granted admission in Durmstrang, one of the few half-blood witches accepted into the school, it truly was no surprise Amira was a legacy she had to be accepted there was no possible way she couldn't be without an uprising from the press. Amira became well known at the school, everyone wanting to be her friend simply because of her last name. And then her father kept pushing her towards quidditch wanting her to follow in his footsteps. But all she wanted was to focus on her studies, gain an education, become her own person and not what anyone else wanted to be. For the next three years Amira continued her studies, until her father was called to help out with the Triwizard championship going on at hogwarts. Going along with Durmstrang Amira had stayed there for her fourth year, deciding they quite liked the school Amira and her mother transferred, Anton staying behind in Bulgaria to continue on with his career.

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By the time fifth year rolled around Amira was more than ready, fourth year she was only able to become friends with a few people, and one of them had died. Still mourning the loss of her best friend, the first day seemed a bit more dull, like the sun shone just a little less that day. And it seemed everyone else was feeling the same as her. Forcing her feelings of sadness down inside she readied herself for her first day of classes, and to be sorted into her house, this year she had to take Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy and Herbology most of those she was good at except herbology. Walking in through the front gates she was immediately taken to the dining hall to be sorted, placing the hat upon her head she was it took mere seconds for the word “Ravenclaw!” to leave the hats mouth.

Unlike other students excitement filled the girl as she walked into her first official class for the year, she didn’t count fourth year as her first year since she was technically a student of Durmstrang. Now officially as a student of Hogwarts, everything in the school seemed a bit better, not held back by Durmstrang’s rules. Stepping into her class, she was hit in the face with the stench of perfume, looking up her eyes were met with the face of Dolores Umbridge. Anxiety building up in her she took her seat, only a few minutes later to hear Harry Potter speak up about how what she was teaching would do us no help. Skimming through the pages of her textbook Amira had to agree with that statement, after the return of Voldemort they needed to be taught how to defend themselves. Not how to pass O.W.L.S.

Later into her fifth year word spread out about Dumbledore’s army, Amira was quick to join. Seeing she was close friends with Cho Chang it was no time at all before Amira was in there, both learning from Harry  and helping students in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Dark Art’s was one of the skills she excelled at in Durmstrang, she was much more advanced as they offered classes to students who wanted to know more, and of course she jumped up on that offer. Amira was also one of the few students along with Ron and Hermione to join the Order, swearing on her life she would do anything to protect Harry Potter from Voldemort.