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He was born into an Indian family. His father was a half-blood, graduated from Hogwarts. He was three years younger than Harry Potter, and was even present at the Battle of Hogwarts. After his term at Hogwarts, he got a job as an auror in the ministry of magic, under Harry Potter himself. Suvansh's mother came to be a muggle. As terrified as she was of magic, she came to accept it and it became a part of her normal life. Suvansh always had high ambitions for himself, and worked hard to fulfill them. His father being in close proximity to Harry Potter, had taken Suvansh to his office many a times, to have him be given some lessons by the most famous wizard of the time itself. While this rather boosted his skills, he soon started getting overconfident, though this fixed later in his years in Hogwarts. He would always learn and practice spells that were tough for people two years ahead of him. Though not the best, he was quite good at transfiguration, and could do many complex spells, being a seventh year student. The same was with potions, having a better than average success rate of potion brewing. While he was a kind of a teacher's pet, he would never be really proud of it. He got good grades, and could maybe outdo a few elders, he never thought he deserved the attention and appreciation he got for it.
He was always a talented musician. Before learning magic, he could play piano, and guitar very well. Later in Hogwarts, he learnt and perfected even more ways to make music, and even use it for various things, like to calm people, not just by the melodies, but by putting magic into it too.
Since his fifth year, he had quite mastered the art of non-verbal spells, though it tolled him a bit, he was working on it constantly, using magic as an excuse of practice wherever he could, since he is 17.
While he never mastered the art, he is a rather good Occlument, and could block his mind from any intruders under normal circumstances, though he is prone to leaking his emotions and thoughts under grief or anger. He was trained in Occlumency by Aurora in his Fifth year.
He was always attracted to the mysteries of Hogwarts, and finding secret rooms locked since ages ago. He met Aurora in year 2, when she joined Hogwarts, and developed a suppressed crush over her for the next few years, until they finally got together in their fifth year, as prefects of Gryffindor. A lot happened in his fifth year. Death eaters returned, and creatures of the dark arts resurfaced. Anyhow, he along with his friends and teachers, managed to keep Hogwarts safe. The next year was a rather unpleasant and sophisticated year for him, when he underwent a rather painful change of his Patronus, which even resulted in a chang in his animagus form, from a Hungarian Horntail Dragon, a beast representing ferociousness and hidden anger, to a White Tiger, a royal and majestic beast, which hints at how his personality developed over the years. He had been rather self-centred before his fifth year, but after the losses and sacrifices, for instance of his best friend Samton J Posley, he underwent a lot of mental depression and understanding. His sixth year also resulted in a split between him an Aurora, which troubled him over his summer break. Despite all odds, he continued being an enthusiastic quidditch player, and a watcher. He would support various international teams, and would observe their seekers intently, for casual tips and tricks for his own quidditch playing.
Though he liked being the prefect, he never really liked the spotlight, at least after his fifth year was over. He started wishing that he would stop being the center of attraction for all the worldly events, but well, wasn't it just an illusion of the mind? Everyone is the center of attraction for their own lives :3 He did not realize it until the summer break after his sixth year, since when he started chilling a bit more, and starting to concentrate more on just enhancing what he does, rather than thinking about what has been happening around him.

"The wandmaker Gregorovitch wrote that hawthorn ‘makes a strange, contradictory wand, as full of paradoxes as the tree that gave it birth, whose leaves and blossoms heal, and yet whose cut branches smell of death.’ While I disagree with many of Gregorovitch’s conclusions, we concur about hawthorn wands, which are complex and intriguing in their natures, just like the owners who best suit them. Hawthorn wands may be particularly suited to healing magic, but they are also adept at curses, and I have generally observed that the hawthorn wand seems most at home with a conflicted nature, or with a witch or wizard passing through a period of turmoil. Hawthorn is not easy to master, however, and I would only ever consider placing a hawthorn wand in the hands of a witch or wizard of proven talent, or the consequences might be dangerous. Hawthorn wands have a notable peculiarity: their spells can, when badly handled, backfire."

"This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.

Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won."

"My own wand is made of hornbeam, and so it is with all due modesty that I state that hornbeam selects for its life mate the talented witch or wizard with a single, pure passion, which some might call obsession (though I prefer the term ‘vision’), which will almost always be realised. Hornbeam wands adapt more quickly than almost any other to their owner’s style of magic, and will become so personalised, so quickly, that other people will find them extremely difficult to use even for the most simple of spells. Hornbeam wands likewise absorb their owner’s code of honour, whatever that might be, and will refuse to perform acts – whether for good or ill – that do not tally with their master’s principles. A particularly fine-tuned and sentient wand."

"This is the rarest core type. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic, though they may take longer than either unicorn or dragon cores to reveal this. They show the most initiative, sometimes acting of their own accord, a quality that many witches and wizards dislike.

Phoenix feather wands are always the pickiest when it comes to potential owners, for the creature from which they are taken is one of the most independent and detached in the world. These wands are the hardest to tame and to personalise, and their allegiance is usually hard won."

Born into a pureblood family that prided itself on its pureblood status and hereditary connection to Salazar Slytherin, Chloe Hadrian was deemed as the heir and pride of the Hadrian family. It would be a few years before he would be known as Jules but to his family, he will always be known as Chloe or as the failure. He was taught from a young age to hex and curse, the impending war leading his parents to train him as a weapon for Lord Voldemort in hopes to bring glory to the family name. Much of his early life was spent casting Reducto and Confringo, using a wand with a core of Thestrial hair that had been passed down to each Hadrian heir at a young age as a practice wand. From a young age, he showed promise with charms of all kinds, the harmless Lumos charm as well as the more sinister Oppugno jinx coming easily to him, progressing rapidly for his age though his ability to cast such spells successfully and reliably was quite low. When the Dark Lord returned, many members of Jules’ family stood by his side, fighting to rid the world of non-magical beings, yet their ancient blood and his father’s reputation saved the family from being disgraced, still holding onto their noble dignity. The defeat of Voldemort’s army and the accidental discovery of his status as a Parselmouth, however, drove Jules’ parents to train him harder, hoping that he would be the one to reclaim the family glory. By the time he entered Hogwarts, he possessed spell knowledge well above his peers and was able to cast one charm perfectly without saying a word though he never displayed that ability within school grounds. Hogwarts became a young Jules’ salvation and his biggest curse, setting him on a path to defying his family at every chance he could get, starting from his house sorting. Contrary to the tradition of Hadrian children being sorted into Slytherin, he was instead sorted into Hufflepuff. As if to further mock his family, his proficiency in magic and spellcasting grew exponentially within his time in Hogwarts, constantly coming out as one of the top students in Charms. There he built a sturdy Student-Mentor relationship with Professor Flitwick who was by far Jules’ favourite teacher, even considering the professor as a father figure. Within the school of magic, Jules found himself through polymorph potions and slipping down the stairs as well as hushed conversations about creating new transfiguration spells, the vestiges of the cruel and unemotional person he had been at the beginning of his education replaced with the sunny disposition of the ever diligent Head Boy, willing to help anyone out in a heartbeat and wearing his heart on his sleeve.

"Hadrien, Chloe."
He hated that name. That was all he could think as he stepped up to the sorting hat. It had always been accompanied by scathing remarks. "Chloe, we're disappointed in you." "we thought that you could do better, Chloe", "Don't you want to restore the family name, Chloe?" it was always Chloe when he messed up and always silence when he succeeded. It almost felt like a death sentence walking up to the podium upon which the sorting hat was, eyes of hundreds and millions of students on him. Mechanically sitting down on the stool, he felt the hat brim fall over his eyes and darkness enveloped his vision.
"Ah, a Hadrien I see." A croaky voice sounded but it garnered no reaction from the student. "Normally your kind would flourish with Slytherin but hmm.... curious. Very very curious. I see none of the cunning and slyness your parents desire despite your lineage and gift, instead you value fairness do you not? You strive for knowledge and you're quick on your fit, witty and creative. Yet at the root of that knowledge is the desire to turn out differently from your forefathers... quite a tricky decision yes... Ravenclaw would suit you best where knowledge flows like wine and its member's thirst is quenched, yet I sense within you a fierce loyalty yet earned. Perhaps it is within there you will truly find your wings... Yes, I see now. It's best believed that you will find your home within HUFFLEPUFF!"
The light blinded him as the hat was taken off, the Sorting met with deafening silence. It stretched for a beat, two, before someone began to clap and others joined politely. A near hatstall that lasted for 4 and a half minutes, only to be placed within the most unlikely house. He didn't know if he wanted to laugh or if he wanted to cry, both options looking quite appealing as he sat down, space immediately made around him. It was only to be expected, he supposed as the next name was called.

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It was a week before Winter Break that he got his first letter. He didn't get letters, not owning an owl and never bothering to write to his parents. It was red, his mother's name penned beautifully on the back and the slithering seal of the family emblazoned on the front. With a sigh, he ripped open the seal ready to read whatever his mother had sent him. He moved to slip out the paper but was stopped when the envelope itself bit down on his hand, pain blooming over the area. "Chloe Julianne Hadrien, you are a disgrace and a disappointment." His mother's voice spoke, the flaps on the howler mimicking the movement of lips. His mother wasn't yelling, she never did as the esteemed and proper lady of the house, but her voice was boiling over in anger, molten and scathing even through the magical letter. "Hufflepuff? How Dare you get sorted into an impure house of Mudbloods and Bloodtraitors?! I am ashamed as someone related to you, you have not only shamed your father and I but our noble family blood. I am forbidding you from returning home under any circumstances and I fully expect you to devote yourself to your studies. It is the least you could do to atone for your sins. I also expect to hear that Slytherin received the House Cup this year when you finally realize your mistakes and come back." In a flash of fire, the letter burst into flames, destroying itself once its job had been done, leaving its stonefaced recipient to digest the contents of the letter. The Great Hall as the student body stared at him, all of them having heard the morning Howler and each one regarding him with different emotions. Taking a deep breath, he stood up unable to handle the thousands of eyes on him and excused himself.
For the first time in his life, Jules skipped a class and joined Moaning Murtle in the girl's bathroom, adding his own sobs along with her cacophony.