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Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Hogwarts — which was the British Isles, a young and wise king — King Marvolo V. Slytherin, reigned. With his reign came peace, prosperity, and the free usage of magic. Unfortunately, it also created greed, envy, and ambition in the hearts of his countless enemies. His most powerful enemy was the evil Warlock – Albion the Scourge.
Over the decades of King Slytherin’s rule, Albion gained a huge following falsely posing as the Lord of Light, one of Lady Magic’s chosen. What no one knew was that he and his ex-lover Gellert Grindelwald had actually sacrificed and brutally slain the true Lord of the Light, in order to gain the power of one of Magick’s chosen. It was not even a decade after he started gaining followers that Albion would be slain at the hands of a younger relative of his — Albus, who had seduced Albion’s ex-lover, Gellert into his arms. Rumour stated that Albus lost his sanity as punishment from the deities, but this really only made him more dangerous to all living beings. To prevent, that anyone figured out the truth, Albus wore a glamour, that made him looked exactly like Albion — and only Gellert had known the truth.
Albus really believed himself to be the embodiment of light. He wanted to restrict the Old Ways and dark magic, while ruling the British Isles with an iron fist. Unfortunately for Albus, the British Isles was under the rule of the young King Slytherin who had been educated by the most powerful and knowledgeable of wixen, that existed on the British Isles.
Seers and Prophets roaming the British Hills had promised the king that someday he would meet his future spouse – who would be a young and fertile submissive, with dark eyes and hair…and skin of Alabaster. If the king and the submissive should consummate their union, then the British Isles and the Kingdom of Hogwarts would usher in a new Golden Age.
This was something that Albion(Albus) wanted to prevent. He was the only one who should be allowed to reign over Hogwarts and Britannia. Therefore, he planned to invade Marvolo’s realm and overwhelm the King, before cursing him with the darkest of curses. No — he would not kill him…that would be too nice. Instead the king would suffer by being forced to live the rest of his days as a dragon. A dragon who felt compelled to destroy his own kingdom, until someone ended the beast’s life.
Only the destined mate of the king would be able to break the curse and give Marvolo his human body back, after they had consummated their union for the first time. However, that was an event that the warlock wanted to prevent at all costs. As soon as he took power, he would send out his most loyal and ruthless followers, with the command to abduct all virginal submissives that had been born in the Kingdom of Hogwarts – no matter their gender. Once they had been captured, they were to be presented to him. They would be kept in Albion’s royal harem and forced to sexually satisfy their new king and master.
A traitor to the king allowed Albion’s army access to the castle and audience hall, while silencing all wards and spells that could warn the royal army of their presence. King Marvolo stood from his throne in fury, as Albion’s army barged into the hall. A series of crucios quickly incapacitated the young monarch, while Albion chuckled evilly.
“How delightful to see you suffer, Your Majesty. From this day onward, the Kingdom of Hogwarts will belong to me. I am now the new king. But do not worry…I will not kill you, my dear boy. Oh, no…I have something far worse and permanent in mind for you. The Curse of the Mad Dragon will change you into a dangerous beast and force you to roam and lay destruction to your own kingdom until you are slain. Or until you are able to find your destined mate, the only one who will be able to remove the curse from you”, Albion gloated.
Albion’s magic had propelled the young king to the center of the room. As Marvolo was held by invisible chains, Albion cursed him with the dark curse, but not before he had used a cursed knife to cut dozens of insulting and demeaning words into the naked flesh of the young king. Afterwards, a dozen crucios hit the infuriated and weak dragon before a portkey spell was used to exile Marvolo to the far end of the kingdom. Albion, the Scourge crowned himself with the crown he had stolen from the bloodied hair of his defeated enemy, before taking his place on the throne.
“Send out messengers, my reign starts today! Let it be known that all virginal submissives who have not yet been claimed – no matter their age or gender, must be brought to the palace immediately. They are all my property now. It is important that no one remains that will be able to free the poor unlucky king from my curse. In addition, every seer – no matter how weak their gift may be, must be captured and enslaved to do my bidding”, ordered Albion.
“As you wish, Master”, replied one of his most loyal advisors…and then asked, “Should we also offer a reward to those idiots who think they are able to slay a dragon?”
“No, not yet. Let us wait to see how much damage the cursed dragon will be able to create before we really start to make his life a living hell”, chuckled Albion. “But you can check the royal taxes to see if we need to greatly increase them should the sheeple not accept my reign, Rutger”, Albion continued.
“Of course, my king. It will be done. May your reign never end, sire!”, Rutger replied.
This had been the start of the dark ages for the Kingdom of Hogwarts. No one outside of Albion and his most loyal followers knew of Marvolo’s fate. The traitor — who believed that he would be rewarded for his act of treason, had been publicly executed. The borders were closed. Leaving the isles without royal permission was impossible, and should one attempt to leave and be caught, the one trying to flee along with their whole family would be enslaved to the king or end up as ‘toys’ for his army. All taxes had been raised — muggles having to pay a much higher amount of gold, or work themselves to the bone in numerous mines, fields or do anything and everything in service to the crown.
Added to the horror that befell the kingdom was the terrifying story of a dragon, with skin that shimmered black, green and silver, and had a big appetite. It was said that if one did not find a way to appease the dragon, whole villages, fields, and livestock would be destroyed. Most no longer dared to go out after dark, because it was at this time that Albion allowed his followers to do as they pleased.
Of course there had been rumours that the cursed king had been hidden somewhere high in the Scottish part of Britannia, and that he was threatening the village of Hogsmeade, but Albion did not seem to be willing to put an end to this foe or to the rumours. No matter how the cries of his subjects filled the air. He was the absolute king and, really — there was nothing that satisfied him more than those screams of anguish.
And he was much more invested in finding the mirror of Erised than worrying about the trivial concerns of his people. The mirror was known to lure its victims in. But what most wixen were not aware of was that for those who knew the right spell, the mirror would not only show the future, but also all wixen who had been born in Britannia. The mirror could even be used to discover the destined mates of any wixen in Britannia. And Albion wanted this mirror at any cost. He wanted to be sure that he would be able to prevent the young cursed king from ever escaping his curse, and to ensure that his reign would never end.
As Lady Magic had cursed the evil warlock for his evil deeds, he would be driven to lust after a young wix who had not been born yet. A wix with dark eyes and hair, and skin like alabaster. He would be a natural submissive, extremely powerful, and capable of bearing children after having unprotected intercourse with a powerful male wix. Sometimes the shadows mockingly whispered the name “Severus”, and also let him know that he would not be able to find him in time. Magick protected the sole hope for the Kingdom of Hogwarts, but Albion was too far gone to care about or accept that.
He had vowed that he would find and claim the young wix, crippling the magick within the kingdom even further. Anytime he had forcefully enslaved a young submissive, Albion received a huge increase in his powers. The old fiend knew this only too well and had exploited it since his early youth. He thoroughly enjoyed breaking those delicious wixen…playing with their fears until they eventually would submit to the tyrant.