Chapter 1: New Character Fancast
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Logan Lerman as Brandon Grimfold Taurin
Elizabeth Gillies as Elsa Jenassa Taurin
Lloyd Owen as Grimfold Beor Taurin, head of House Taurin and father of Ariana, Brandon, and Elsa
Jessica Chastain as Aurora Anabella Taurin née Prewett, Grimfold's wife and mother of Ariana, Brandon and Elsa
Elle Fanning as Ariana Aurora Taurin
Viggo Mortensen as Darron Caedmon Taurin, Grimfold's brother and the History of Magic teacher at Hogwarts
Rachel Weisz as Andromeda Taurin née Black, wife of Darron Taurin and mother of Nymphadora and Artamir
Natalie Tena as Nymphadora Finduilas Taurin
Timothée Chalamet as Artamir Morowine Taurin, Darron's son and cousin of Ariana, Brandon and Elsa.
Freya Lily Black, daughter of Sirius Black and Astrid Black of the House of Mortain (OC, pure-blood witch from Norway)
Chapter 2: Harem? Seriously, are you kidding me?
Summary:
Brandon Taurin simply enjoys his harem in the secret Chamber of Remembrance built by his great ancestor, Morowine Taurin.
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"Don't stop, Bran! I'm about to come, for Merlin's sake!" Katie Bell moaned, her ass swaying temptingly against Bran as his massive cock slammed into him.
Bran grabbed the girl's hips, lovingly slamming his huge cock into the Gryffindor's round, athletic ass. After all, she played on their house Quidditch team, and the long hours of broomstick flying during training and matches had taken their toll.
"You won't come until I let you, Katie," Bran murmured in her ear, then slapped one of her firm buttocks, making her moan loudly.
"By Morgana, yes! My pussy and ass are yours to do with as you please!" Katie cried out, and Bran rammed all ten inches of his thick cock into the tight anus of her magnificent ass. Katie's eyes rolled back in pleasure.
Lavender hugged Brandon from behind, her ample breasts pressing against the Gryffindor's back.
"When you're done with her, you'll take care of me. I can't get enough of your big cock, Bran," Lavender said.
"You've already had it twice today, Brown. Don't be a greedy bitch," Freja Black snapped.
The beautiful blonde Slytherin, daughter and only child of Sirius Black and adoptive sister of Harry Potter, was the closest friend of Bran and his twin sister, Elsa. And as it turned out, she had much deeper feelings for Bran, which resulted in her becoming part of his harem, or whatever you want to call it.
"Come on, Black. I wasn't at last night's orgy and I need to be thoroughly fucked by our boy's big cock," Lavender replied.
"Because you were in detention with Professor Darron Taurin," Freja remarked sarcastically.
"And it wasn't our fault you got detention. If you were having trouble with your essay, you should have asked one of us for help," said Daphne Greengrass.
Like Freya, she was a Slytherin, but where Miss Black was a tall, slender blonde with long, blonde curls, a heart-shaped face with almost aristocratic features, and dark eyes inherited from her father and the best ass in all of Hogwarts, Daphne Greengrass was a shorter, fair-haired girl with long, straight blonde hair, a beautiful, aristocratic face, and gray-blue eyes that often seemed cold to him. Nevertheless, both were the prettiest girls in Slytherin.
"I simply forgot. She's been... distracted lately," Lavender said with a smile, looking at Bran, who was persistently fucking Bell's tight ass. The brunette moaned loudly, being pounded hard by the handsome and courageous Gryffindor that was Brandon Taurin.
"Lav, no matter how well Bran fucks you with his cock, it doesn't excuse neglecting your studies," said Hannah Abbott, a blonde, curvy Hufflepuff whose best friend was Susan Bones, an equally curvy and beautiful redheaded Hufflepuff. When both Slytherins looked at her in surprise, she shrugged.
"Someone had to say it, and if Hermione is lying exhausted after Bran fucked her brains out, she can't do it," said Hannah.
Bran smiled as he looked at the utterly exhausted Hermione Granger lying on the carpet, nestled against an equally exhausted Susan Bones and Luna Lovegood.
He felt proud to see one of the most knowledgeable Gryffindors, along with the lush Hufflepuff and the extraordinary Ravenclaw, reduced to exhausted wrecks of pleasure.
"Merlin and Morgana, I'm coming, damn it, I'm coming again!" Katie moaned, juices gushing from her pussy as Bran fucked her ass.
He pushed two fingers into her soaked pussy, enjoying Katia Bell's moans as she writhed under his touch. He moved them skillfully, and when he hit the most sensitive spot in her pussy, Bran felt as if the beautiful Gryffindor would break in half on his fingers.
"Fuck, you're going to split me in half with your cock and your fingers, Bran!" Katie screamed.
"This will definitely be the most pleasurable way to die," Bran declared, alternating between fucking Katie with his cock and his fingers.
"Oh yes, Bran. Destroy Katie's ass with that big cock of yours," Lavender said, hugging Bran from behind and kissing his neck.
"That's what I'm doing now, Lav. And when I'm done with Katie, Freya, and Daphne, I'll take care of you. Tomorrow, none of you will be able to walk straight," Brandon said, eliciting a chuckle from the luscious blonde Gryffindor.
Bran fucked Katie faster and faster, and she came over and over again until it felt like she would go on forever. Not that it bothered him. He loved watching the lovely Katie Bell cum over and over again on his cock and fingers.
"Godric! I feel like I'm finally coming. Get ready for my massive load, Bell," Bran said, and Katie moaned loudly.
"Now I'm letting you cum freely, Katie."
"Fuck, Bran, flood my fit ass with your seed," Katie moaned, and Bran gladly complied.
With a loud groan, Brandon unloaded a generous amount of cum into Katie Bell's round ass. The Gryffindor moaned, then collapsed to the floor, panting and losing consciousness. Bran knew Katie had had enough, so he pulled his cock out of her, dripping with her juices mixed with those from Lavender, Hermione, Susan, and Luna. This evening had been a busy one, and it wasn't over yet.
Bran smiled at both Sloths, who were just waiting to get their hands on him.
"Freja, Daphne. I suggest one rides my cock and the other rides my face, and when one of you comes, you switch places. What do you think?" Brandon asked.
"That's fine with me," Daphne said.
"Fair enough," Freja said.
Bran watched Freja Black's magnificent ass fall onto his lap as her pussy clamped down on his cock, squeezing it hungrily.
"Damn, I'll never get used to how big you are," Freya moaned.
At the same time, Bran saw Daphne Greengrass's pussy, completely shaved and aroused as she sat on his face.
"Don't worry, Susan and Hermione already licked the last of your cum from my pussy and other juices," Daphne said.
Bran plunged his tongue into her pussy, hitting her sensitive spot. Over the past few weeks of meeting girls, whether in the Room of Requirement or the Chamber of Remembrance, where they were currently staying this Saturday evening, he had learned a lot about their bodies and knew every sensitive spot in the pussies of his eight girlfriends, and all of them were romantically interested in him in one way or another.
That was the overarching purpose of creating a harem according to the old book that had allowed him to do so. That, and the encouragement of Luna, his first girlfriend, who had suggested it.
"By Merlin and Morgana! His tongue knows how to please a girl!" Daphne Greengrass cried, writhing in Bran's face.
Striking his tongue against the most sensitive spot, the G-spot, as the Muggles supposedly called it, made women feel much more pleasure, and that was what Bran wanted. For his girls to feel the pleasure they deserved.
"And his huge cock! Ten inches of monster meat, fucking stretching my pussy! I feel like he could break me in half if he put more force into fucking me!" Freya moaned, riding Brandon's cock.
Bran couldn't see her riding his cock, covered by Daphne, but he felt her bouncing on his lap. He focused, however, on Greengrass's pussy. His tongue writhed like a snake, and this was by no means a poetic metaphor. Brandon was a Parselmouth, and the Taurini had long ago discovered that this ability was useful in bed. His tongue moved nimbly across her pussy, hitting Daphne Greengrass's G-spot with pleasure.
"I feel like I'm about to come!" Freja moaned, and Bran felt her pussy squeezing his cock.
At that moment, Bran imagined a basilisk and hissed, "Come," vibrating his tongue so that Daphne moaned loudly and came instantly, while Freja also came on his huge cock.
After a moment, the two witches switched positions, and Daphne rode Bran's cock while Freja sat on his face. Unlike Greengrass Black, she didn't shave her pussy, letting her blonde hair cover it. Not that it bothered Bran.
"Ah, ah! No wonder girls love having their pussies eaten, Bran. You have such a talented tongue," Freja moaned.
"The perks of being a Parselmouth, Freja," Bran murmured, hitting his closest friend's G-spot.
Freja moaned loudly, but not as loudly as Daphne, who was riding his cock freely.
"By Morganna's tits, your fucking cock is splitting me in half, Taurin," Daphne moaned.
"I need to see Bran's cock break our Slytherin ice queen," Freja interjected as Bran hit her sensitive spot, making her moan louder.
"Shut up, Black, ah," Daphne said, moaning as she did so. "Damn, that damn cock is the biggest thing I've ever had inside me."
"I love you too, Greengrass," Freja replied, writhing in Bran's face, who was making the beautiful Slytherin seethe with his Parselmouth skills.
"Brandon will turn you into a moaning wreck of pleasure with just his snake tongue," Daphne said. "Fuck, this cock is stretching my pussy to its limits."
Although he couldn't see it, Bran heard the kiss and guessed Freja had kissed Daphne passionately. His cock grew even harder at that. He felt Greengrass thrusting almost rhythmically onto his enormous cock, but he was busy sucking Freja's pussy.
Using Parseltongue, he made his best friend's pussy vibrate as he brought her to levels of pleasure no other boy could ever bring Freja Black.
"Merlin's Beard! Bran really knows how to use his tongue to turn any girl into a moaning wreck of pleasure," Freja moaned.
"Last time, just by using his tongue, he made all eight of us come hard on his face while he pleasured us with his mouth," Daphne said, and she moaned loudly as Bran's cock hit her G-spot.
Finally, both Freja and Daphne came again on his cock and face. They switched a good four more times, alternating between riding his cock and his face, before both finally collapsed, exhausted, onto the carpet.
Bran stood up, looking at Lavender and Hannah, who had been watching the entire time while simultaneously rubbing their wet pussies and playing with their ample breasts, which made Bran's cock rock hard.
"Lav, now that I'm done fucking Freja and Daphne, I can take care of you," Bran said, and the gorgeous blonde from Gryffindor squealed and threw herself at Bran, hugging him tightly. Her large breasts pressed against Bran's chest, which only made his cock so hard it almost hurt.
"Thanks, Brani! Watching those prissy Slytherins destroy you with your cock and tongue made me horny, and I wasn't the only one. So Hannah and I were helping each other, and now I need your big cock inside me," Lavender said, wrapping her hand around Bran's cock and tugging lightly.
"When you're done with Lav, you can take care of me. I want to be fucked just like Susan with that big cock of yours, Bran," Hannah said.
Bran was definitely going to give the curvy Hufflepuff a good fuck. He was sure of that. But now he and Lavender were on the bed, where he pinned the beautiful Gryffindor down, driving his huge cock into her pussy as her legs wrapped around his hips.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes! Fuck me with that cock, Brani!" Lavender screamed as Bran plowed into her mercilessly.
"You're such a good girl, Lav. You take my cock so well. I won't say no to fucking your brains out," Bran said, fucking one of his harem girls hard.
Lavender pulled her closer with her long legs, preventing Bran from escaping, though he wasn't even thinking about escaping, not with this lush, hot Gryffindor.
"By Morgana, that magnificent cock stretches my pussy so wonderfully! I'll never get tired of it. Fuck me, Brani!" Lavender said.
"That's exactly what I'm going to do, Lav. I'll fuck you until you forget your name," Bran said, kissing the girl's neck.
Lavender didn't respond, only moaning as Bran's cock plowed into her pussy. Brandon changed positions in which he had sex with the Gryffindor, and when he finally hit her G-spot, Lav moaned so loudly that if he hadn't cast a silencing spell in the bedroom in the Chamber of Remembrance, she could have been heard on the Hogwarts grounds.
Bran lowered his head, taking one of her large, pink nipples in his mouth, sucking it insistently.
"Fuck, Brani. Don't stop this, just suck my tits," Lavender moaned.
Oh, Bran had no intention of stopping at all, as she'd seen more than once. He sucked on one of her nipples for a long time before moving on to the other, driving Lav wild with desire and pleasure. And his cock felt so good inside the lush Gryffindor's pussy.
"Oh yes, Brani, oh yes!" Lavender cried, writhing beneath Brandon, who was enjoying every second of their steamy connection.
"Be a good girl, Lav, and take all of my cock," Bran said, thrusting even deeper.
"Oh fuck, fuck my brains out with that horse cock, Brani!" Lavender screamed, and Brandon did so with great pleasure.
Finally, they both came at almost the same time, Lavender's eyes rolling back to the other side of her head as Bran filled her with his seed. Lav fell heavily onto the bed, and Bran pulled out his cock, still hard and ready for more. Lavender rolled onto her stomach, wiggling her ass for Bran.
"Brani, do you want to fuck my ass with that big, hard cock? Because I really want to," Lav said, shaking her ass.
"You know I'll never say no to that, Lav," Bran said.
He gently grabbed the beautiful Gryffindor's hips and pushed into her ass with a hard thrust, burying his cock to the hilt in Lavender's tight asshole.
"Fuck, this cock makes me unable to sit on my ass," Lavender moaned.
"That's what I want, Lav. So you can't sit on your ass like the rest of my girls," Brandon said.
"Oh yes, do it, Brani! I want you to fuck my ass until I can't sit on it!" Lavender cried.
And Brandon plowed her ass and even grabbed her curly, light-blond hair, pulling it back. And Lavender moaned even louder, if that was possible.
"I'll try not to be too rough, Lavender," Bran assured him, though Lavender hadn't said anything to suggest she didn't want to be taken a little more roughly.
Finally, after a long, rough fucking, Bran came with a loud groan inside Lavender's ass, and she collapsed exhausted on the bed. Brandon pulled his cock out of Lavender's ass.
"Since you're done with Lav, it's my turn for your cock, Bran," Hannah Abbott said, and before he could say anything, the curvy blonde from Hufflepuff was upon him in a few strides, grabbing his cock, and then easily taking at least half of it into her pretty mouth.
"Fuck, Hannah. When you suck my cock, I always feel like I'm going to come inside them," Bran moaned, and the Hufflepuff Prefect smiled, his lips wrapped around his shaft.
Almost instinctively, Bran grabbed the Hufflepuff's blonde hair as she worked furiously at his cock. With his other hand, he groped her large breasts, which rivaled those of Susan and Lavender. And Bran adored them.
"Ghmm," Hannah purred, sucking Bran's cock, and he felt her tongue work most of its length.
"Damn, if I knew then what I know now, I would have become interested in you much sooner, Hannah," Bran moaned, enjoying the feeling of the soft flesh of her lush breasts.
"Ghmm," Hannah replied, and Bran decided he probably agreed.
Bran felt the Hufflepuff Prefect working his cock to earn his cum. He wouldn't deny that to his charming, beautiful Hufflepuff.
"I feel myself coming, Hannah," Bran said, and Abbott worked his cock even harder and faster. He wouldn't last long with something like this.
And so, finally, with a loud groan, Brandon came down the throat of the curvy blonde, who greedily took his seed. After a moment, he withdrew his cock, coated in Hannah's saliva. The Hufflepuff looked at him lustfully.
"Fuck me as hard as you did Susan, Bran. Make me a moaning wreck of pleasure," Hannah said.
"With pleasure, Hannah," Bran replied.
Soon, Hannah was furiously riding Brandon's massive cock, her large tits pressing against the Gryffindor's chest.
"Fuck, Morganna's tits! That fucking horse cock is going to destroy my poor pussy!" Hannah moaned.
Bran kissed her passionately on the mouth, using his Parseltongue skills to please Hannah. Their tongues battled, but it was Brandon's tongue, as agile as a snake, that won the fight.
His father had taught him to use Parseltongue without needing to see a snake, or even imagine one, but to do it on command. And now he was putting it to good use for a pleasurable purpose.
"Oh my, Bran, with your Parseltongue skills, you kiss better than any other boy. And to think, in my second year, I thought your skills were merely a sign of witchcraft," Hannah said when she finally managed to pull herself away from Bran.
"I assure you, Hannah, being a Parselmouth doesn't mean being a warlock, as I can attest to from myself, Harry, Elsa, my cousin Artamir, my father, and my uncle Darron," Bran said, groaning as Hannah impaled herself on his cock.
"You certainly enchanted me and Susan with your big, horse-like cock," Hannah said, riding him eagerly.
"That would certainly be the most pleasurable kind of magic, but he didn't say I'd cast any spells on my cock," Bran replied, kissing Hannah again as passionately as last time.
They fucked like rabbits. Literally. Bran took Hannah in every way a man could take a woman, first fucking her pussy, which he filled with his cum. Then came her plump ass, which had been subjected to his rough treatment, but Hannah enjoyed it.
Then he used the snake on her pussy, and Hannah reciprocated, using her mouth and tits on his cock. Brandon didn't know how much time had passed, but it was certainly not short, considering they seemed to have endless reserves of energy. Finally, Hannah Abbott collapsed exhausted on the bed, not far from an equally exhausted Lavender Brown.
Bran looked around, and everywhere he looked, he saw exhausted but immensely satisfied girls. Eight girls from his harem, and he had exhausted them all during their vigorous and passionate sex, and he himself felt barely tired.
"Damn, who would have thought that the potion Luna found the recipe for in one of the books in the Memory Chamber, which I brewed, would have such effects," Bran thought.
He wondered if he should brew another batch for Harry. After all, he was dating his twin, and he suspected that in this respect, as in many others, Elsa Jenassa Taurin, his dear twin sister, was demanding, and poor Harry might not be able to keep up.
"On the other hand, looking at these affections, even ten Elsas couldn't handle it," Bran thought.
He decided to carry the girls one by one to the beds in the bedroom located at the back of the Chambers of Secrets. According to the portrait of Morowine Taurin, his ancestor, this bedroom had once served his faithful Bear Teeth, elite warrior-mages who hunted dangerous dragons, sorcerers, and other dangerous creatures.
But that was centuries ago, and the Bear Teeth had long since disappeared. Nevertheless, by Bran's count, there were enough beds for thirty people, so it was quite a large group.
Bran first carried Hermione, who he noticed was drooling in her sleep. Luna Lovegood followed, followed by Susan Bones, Katie Bell, Freya Black, Daphne Greengrass, Lavender Brown, and Hannah Abbott. After laying Hannah down and covering her with a blanket, Bran went to Morowine's former bedroom, which he was currently using quite pleasantly.
Morowine Taurin's bedroom was enclosed on one side by a stone wall and a sturdy oak door, while on the other it opened onto the Great Hall, separated only by a low stone railing. From here, Brandon had a very good view of the Great Hall, though it couldn't compare in size to the Great Hall above, at Hogwarts itself.
For reasons known only to himself, Morowine had built these rooms in the Hogwarts basement to serve his Bear Teeth in defense of the wizards of the then-British Isles, and only a few knew the location of the Bear Teeth headquarters.
Most believed it was located in the basement of Silian, the Taurin family seat, but this was a false assumption. Morowine had built it in the basement of the then-new Hogwarts, in secret agreement with its Founders: Godric Gryffindor, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, and Salazar Slytherin.
According to Morowine's portrait in the Chamber of Remembrance, this was the secret passage outside Hogwarts—the exit the Bear Teeth used during their missions.
Brandon gazed in awe at the long stone table, lined with dozens of stone chairs, where a large company could sit for a meal. Suspended from the ceiling was the enormous skeleton of a dragon, which had once terrorized all of England until Morowine brought it down, using both magic and enchanted weapons. He took his bones, however, so they would forever remind him of his triumph.
The three dragon skulls hung on the wall directly opposite the long stone table. They were the work not of Morowine but of his Bear Teeth, a once-noble brotherhood of men and women who swore to fight all threats to the then-magical community of the British Isles. But they had long since faded into oblivion and were now taught only in History of Magic classes.
To the left was a door leading to a small armory, where the Bear Teeth had once stored their enchanted armor and swords (and from what he could see, much of this equipment was still there). To the right was the ancient Wall of Ancestors, now better known as Morowine's Wall, where he had ordered the origins of his lineage to be recorded.
And so, there was Elfwine Taurin, the founder of House Taurin, a great sailor who discovered magic within himself and supposedly sailed along the Straight Road straight to the Lonely Island, where he taught ancient history and then returned with a written history; his son Eomund, who built Silian and was the first Taurin to breed hippogriffs; and finally, his grandson, Morowine himself, one of the greatest wizards in history, who helped the Founders build Hogwarts, although he did not choose the students he taught, and therefore there was no fifth house, the Taurins.
Several bas-reliefs were dedicated to each of these three figures.
Thus, Brandon saw Elfwine as a youth who escaped the captivity of his cruel uncle Beor – the one who invaded the lands of his brother Eoh, murdered him, and imprisoned his son.
Subsequent carvings depicted Elfwine's discovery of magic and adoption of the name Taurin, his marriage to a sorceress named Cwen, who bore him a son, Eomund. Then came his voyages and arrival at the Lonely Island, from where he returned with a book of ancient history to pass on to his son.
The final scene depicted Elfwine setting off once more into the west, never to return.
Eomund was depicted building Silian, the Taurin ancestral seat, and tending a hippogriff—and in another relief, riding it like a steed. The bas-reliefs also depicted his avenging of his father and the slaying of the cruel Beorn, his marriage to the sorceress Leofwyn, with whom he had a son, Morowine, and the transfer of control of Silian to his heir before his time expired.
Morowine himself appeared in scenes of both glory and terror: in battles with sorcerers, werewolves, dragons, and other monsters, in his wedding to the sorceress Wulfhild and the birth of his twin sons, Eadric and Eadwine, and also collaborating with the Founders in the construction of Hogwarts. The final bas-reliefs depicted him as the builder of the Chamber of Remembrance and the founder of the Bear's Teeth—the protectors of wizards from the British Isles.
In short, Morowine's Wall was a true architectural marvel – majestic and beautiful, a testament to the mastery of ancient magic and stonemasonry. Yet its carvings remained motionless, revealing no trace of enchantment.
Perhaps Morowine felt they needed no magic to speak to posterity? It's hard to say, as even his portrait in the Chamber of Remembrance remained silent about the reasons why the wall remained untouched by magic.
A staircase ran alongside Morowine's Wall, leading to a higher level, where a door led to an underground courtyard where members of the Bear's Teeth could train and maintain their fitness.
From the courtyard door, a narrow corridor led to the kitchen, the Bear's Teeth bedroom, Morowine Taurin's bedroom, and a small library containing a variety of ancient books and scrolls, which, for reasons known only to him, Morowine had placed here rather than in the library in Silian.
Bran smiled, remembering how Hermione had immediately rushed to it as soon as she saw this small collection, reading one dusty tome after another.
"If Hermione had ever seen the Taurin library in Silian, she wouldn't have left for another ten, twenty years," Bran thought, amused by Elsa's reaction if she had ever had to spend that many years with Hermione.
"I hear and see that you've finished your… activities with your little harem, my descendant," a very familiar voice said behind Bran.
He turned and saw a tall, handsome, dark-haired wizard in white and green wizarding robes and a dark green cloak, fastened with a brooch in the shape of a roaring bear made of white gold, appear in the previously empty portrait frame.
Warm, gray eyes gazed up at him, and when he smiled, dimples appeared between his cheeks. His noble ancestor, Morowine Taurin.
Brandon smiled broadly, blushing slightly. It still hadn't sunk in for him how it ended, and it only happened because he'd agreed to Luna's crazy harem plan. Not that he regretted it. The ritual itself only worked on women who genuinely had at least a erotic or even romantic interest in it.
It wouldn't have worked otherwise. One of his ancestors had developed a ritual that was a bit complicated, but with the brilliant help of the lovely Luna, it succeeded.
"Yeah, all my girls collapsed from our intimate activities, so I took them to bed to recover and I can think in peace, Morowine," Bran replied.
"You don't have to explain yourself to me. I was young once too, you know, back when all that was left of me was dry bones and this portrait," Morowine said, smiling. "Though even I haven't slept with eight witches at once. Quite impressive, Brandon Taurin."
"Well, it was Luna's idea to create a harem, basically. I just adapted to it, and I used an old ritual that only worked on girls who were genuinely interested in me," Bran replied.
"In my day, it was unheard of for a woman to even suggest a simple threesome, let alone a whole harem," Morowine laughed. "And you clearly enjoy a lot of attention from the fairer sex at Hogwarts, since eight witches are interested in you."
Bran shrugged, which was really the only sensible response to the words of his famous ancestor's portrait.
"It just so happens, Morowine. One of my friends, Harry Potter, is dating my twin sister, Elsa. He's always better than that git Draco Malfoy. He's also a Parselmouth, so he gave him the advice my father gave me earlier about using Parseltongue for purposes other than talking to snakes. I think Elsa will be delighted if Harry actually follows that advice," Brandon replied, and Morowine smiled faintly.
"I assume you mean using it during sex. I assure you, Salazar also used Parseltongue to please his wife, as I've heard quite a bit about," Morowine said.
"I didn't need to know that," Brandon said, almost picturing one of Hogwarts' Founders using his tongue on his wife's pussy. "I hope you don't mind me using the Chamber of Remembrance for things like this. Dumbledore's Army often uses the Room of Requirement, and no one else comes here except me and my ladies. Sometimes Artamir stops by, but it's rare."
"Not at all, Brandon. It's nice to have the company of the living every now and then, especially since I'm mostly alone here, unless I go to visit one of the portraits. And I always talk to you or one of your ladies. Hermione Granger, in particular, has been bombarding me with so many questions that I'm surprised she didn't end up at Rowena's house but at Godric's," Morowine replied. "And it's always a pleasure to chat with her."
"That reminds me, there's another Dumbledore's Army meeting tomorrow. When my ladies recover, I'll remind them, though I'm sure Hermione will remember. They're all Dumbledore's Army, like me," said Bran.
"Ah yes, your little group, learning how to defend themselves against the Dark Arts because the Ministry sent you a terrible toad that won't teach you anything practical on the subject. I'm impressed; it reminded me of the days when I created the legendary Bear Teeth, so called because their helmets were decorated with real bear teeth. Ah, those were the days, it's a shame that group is long gone. Time has taken its toll," said Morowine, sighing, and Bran thought the portrait recalled his long-forgotten youth.
“Perhaps you could tell me a little about them while I wait for my ladies to wake up, what do you say?” Bran asked.
“You gladden the heart of an old portrait, Brandon Taurin. So I’d be happy to tell you of those long-forgotten days,” Morowine said, his eyes twinkling.
And Bran sat, listening to stories no ears had heard in centuries, hearing of deeds of great glory and valor, of victories and defeats, of times when magic was strong in its power and few could match Morowine Taurin in the wizarding craft.
It was pleasant to hear, though his thoughts drifted back to earlier, when he had a threesome with Hermione Granger and Susan Bones, when Bran had come to the Chamber of Remembrance with his girls that evening.
It was with them that he first began, a passionate connection. And when he finished with them both, he moved on to his girlfriend Luna Lovegood, and when he finished with her, he moved on to Katie Belle, who, along with Freya Black, was his closest friend. And among these enthusiastic connections was also passionate sex with Lavender Brown.
Bran groaned as Susan Bones's round ass rose and fell as she rode him fiercely like all his girlfriends. The Hufflepuff not only rode him but also worked Hermione Granger's pussy, which squirmed under her touch.
"Merlin, I didn't know you could do things like that, Susan," Hermione moaned.
"That's nothing compared to what Bran can do with his tongue. It's truly magical," Susan replied, pulling away from Hermione's pussy. "Damn, I'm not talking about that horse cock of his. I swear it tears my pussy apart every time he enters me. Like now… oh fuck, that fucking cock is stretching my poor pussy."
Bran smiled at that. All his girlfriends loved his cock. He leaned down and embraced her from behind, changing the angle of his cock, which was now hitting Bones's sensitive spot.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck! That big cock is going to make me come if you keep doing that," Susan moaned, and Bran kissed her neck and collarbone.
"Take care of Hermione's pussy, she's feeling neglected. I'll take care of your gorgeous pussy, Susan," Bran said, quickening his pace.
Susan leaned forward, returning to working the snooty Gryffindor's pussy, who moaned at this.
"Damn, Susan is really good at cunnilingus," Hermione said.
"Wait until I get to your pussy myself, Hermione. Then you'll come just from the touch of my tongue," Bran said, and Hermione shuddered.
"Oh yes, your Parseltongue skills are like Harry's. I never would have thought it could be used for anything other than talking to snakes," Hermione said.
"There are some things no books in the world can tell you, 'Mione," Bran replied, who sometimes used that nickname for the girl.
He pounded into Susan's pussy vigorously, muffled moans audible. Finally, her mouth was occupied, tending to Hermione's. Bran listened with pleasure to the moans of both girls. It was music to his ears. He worshipped Susan Bones's body beautifully as the beautiful Hufflepuff tended to the Gryffindor, while the other girls watched, horny all the while. This evening was sure to be a busy one for him.
Finally, with a loud groan, Bran came inside Susan Bones's tight pussy, and at the same time, the beautiful Hufflepuff came too. And with all of that, Hermione Granger came on her face as well.
Bran felt Susan collapse on the bed, and he withdrew his cock from her ravaged pussy. He looked at Hermione, who seemed to be eager to please. After all, she hadn't yet had his cock like Susan had.
Hermione lunged at Bran, grabbing his cock in her hand.
"Still as hard as I can see. After you left Susan unconscious and thoroughly fucked, I really want to be in the same state, Bran. Do you think you can handle me?" Hermione asked, rubbing his cock with each word, her warm brown eyes gazing up at him with lust.
"You, 'Mione? Of course," Bran replied, then pressed Hermione down on the bed so hard that she squealed with sensation, and Brandon wasted no time in thrusting into her pussy, wet from his last orgasm.
"Oh fuck, your COCK is destroying my poor pussy!" Hermione moaned.
"I never would have thought proper, well-mannered Hermione Granger would say the word 'pussy,'" Bran said between thrusts.
"It's all your fault, Brandon! Before I started dating you, I was a perfectly decent girl!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Then I'm a really bad influence on you, 'Mione," Bran replied, smiling at the face of the most intelligent witch in Gryffindor, contorted in spasmodic orgasm. Because even if there was or had been someone smarter than Hermione, Bran didn't know him or her.
He pulled Hermione to him in a passionate kiss, her small but shapely breasts pressing against his rock-hard chest. He cupped her shapely ass while the other buried her in the mass of her long, curly, brown curls. Bran felt 'Mione slip her tongue down his throat, to which she responded by meeting it with her own, engaging in a fierce battle, as she always did when he tongue-kissed a girl.
And then Bran pictured the basilisk and thought the word "good" in his mind, which made his tongue vibrate in a truly serpentine way, and Hermione's eyes rolled back, a result of both his powerful cock and his nimble tongue, worthy of a Parseltongue.
Mione struggled to pull herself away from Bran's passionate mouth.
"Merlin's balls, I'm always amazed by your use of Parseltongue when kissing," Hermione gasped.
"Oh, I like to use it when I taste your pussy too," Bran replied, and he felt Hermione's tight pussy tighten around his cock at those words.
In that brief moment, Hermione came hard on Brandon's cock, feeling her juices flooding his shaft. Bran was always amazed at how girls could come so hard. He hadn't come himself yet, though, so he continued fucking Hermione, who clung to him as tightly as the cloak his father loved to wear.
Yeah, a poor comparison, but Bran couldn't think of anything else. He kissed Mione's neck and collarbone, and she moaned and panted under his touch.
"I haven't come yet," Bran whispered in her ear. "So get ready for some pretty long fucking."
"Oh yes," Hermione moaned. "Destroy my pussy for any other boy."
And Bran intended to do just that, much to his girlfriend's delight. He pounded her pussy hard, enjoying her moans until, with a loud groan, Hermione climaxed again and again.
Her brown eyes rolled back as she came. Eventually, Brandon came too, painting her womb with his seed.
"Fuck, yes! Take my cum like the good girl you are, Mione," Bran said, panting.
"You've made me stop being such a good girl, Bran," Hermione moaned, and Bran smiled as he pulled out his cock, slick with her juices.
"I never thought I'd be able to spoil Hermione Granger, the most decent girl at Hogwarts. This is certainly my greatest triumph," Bran said.
He looked at the trembling Hermione, still recovering from so many orgasms. And looking at what they'd already done, Bran knew that for Hermione, this meant a temporary break from sex.
At that moment, he felt a wet mouth on his limp cock and saw the lovely face of Luna Lovegood, his girlfriend who had started it all. Her tousled blonde curls were a mess, and her large, bulging gray eyes looked at him with lust.
"Damn, Luna. You have a really hot mouth," Bran moaned, feeling Luna work her lips and tongue over his hardening cock. Soon, he was hard again, and Luna released his cock.
"You're a remarkable specimen, Brandon. You've already fucked two girls, and one blowjob on your magnificent cock was enough to get it hard again. Apparently, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks don't affect your skills in bed," Luna said.
Bran knew Luna believed in many animals that didn't even exist in the magical world. Nevertheless, Bran appreciated the sweetness and charm the blonde Ravenclaw possessed.
"If you're ready, I can fuck your pussy right now, Luna," Brandon said.
And Luna spread her legs for him, revealing her sex, which was adorned with hair as light as the hair on her head.
"Yes, use your hippogriff cock for less," Luna said, and Bran found this quite ironic, considering his family had been breeding hippogriffs for centuries.
"Would you mind if I joined you?" Lavender asked, gazing lustfully at Bran's cock.
"The more the merrier, Lav. Join us," Luna said before Brandon could reply.
Not that he was opposed to a threesome with Luna and Lavender. He'd handled Hermione and Susan, he could handle this. And so the three of them rolled on the bed, loud moans rising into the air.
"...And so, after a long, exhausting battle, I managed to knock that dragon from the skies, and once it reached the ground, the Bear Teeth finished the job, slaying the cursed dragon, and its head is one of three that adorn the wall in the Chamber of Remembrance," concluded Morowine Taurin's portrait, rousing Brandon from his intimate memories.
"A wonderful story, truly wonderful. But now I must see if my ladies have recovered. We must return to our dormitories before the silence of the night," said Bran, hoping Morowine wouldn't realize his thoughts were elsewhere.
Fortunately, the portrait seemed unaware and nodded in agreement.
"Go, then, Brandon Taurin. I hope we will talk again. It's pleasant to speak not only to other portraits but also to the living," said Morowine Taurin.
"I'm always happy to hear what you have to say, Morowine," Bran replied, and went to Bear Teeth's old bedroom. He had to get there before the night fell.
Chapter 3: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Taurin (part one)
Summary:
A bit about the history of the Taurin family from the 9th century to the 16th century.
Chapter Text
Coat of arms of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Taurin
The history of the Taurin family dates back to the 9th century CE and concerns events so remote that it is difficult even for wizards to be completely certain about many events that took place in early medieval Europe at that time.
Elfwine Taurin, with whom the written history of this noble, pure-blooded family begins, seems shrouded in mystery to many, but not to the Taurins themselves, who maintain that Elfwine was the first Taurin to discover magic and adopt the surname Taurin.
(The Taurin coat of arms, depicting a bear rearing on its hind legs on a dark green field, stems from the fact that, at some unspecified time during his sea voyages, Elfwine happened to be staying on land for a while and entered what he believed to be an abandoned cave. He was attacked by a huge albino bear. However, Elfwine emerged victorious, armed only with a knife and a wand he purchased from Ollivanders. As a souvenir of his victory, he adopted the bear as a coat of arms for himself and his descendants.)
Relatively scant information has survived about some of Elfwine's relatives, primarily his father, Éadwine, his cruel, ambitious uncle, Bëor, and his grandfather, Óswine, who claimed descent from the god Woden (identified with the Viking Odin). According to surviving records, Elfwine's father was a powerful, wealthy man who ruled a large city somewhere on the border of present-day England and Wales.
His younger brother, Beorn, envious and jealous of his brother's success, gathered a large company of armed men and suddenly attacked the city, which had been besieged for a long time.
Elfwine's mother (whose name has been lost to history) died of starvation during the siege, and Éadwine was killed by Beorn himself during a raid outside the city walls to repel his traitorous brother's supporters.
Beorn captured and sacked the city, sparing Elfwine, who was thirteen years old at the time. However, this was not done out of the kindness of his heart, for he enjoyed tormenting his nephew and treating him like a slave more than killing him. He took him to his estates, where he unscrupulously forced him to work in all sorts of hard labor, though he fed him well, for he derived great benefit from him.
It is said that after four years of such captivity, Elfwine decided to escape from the captivity of his cruel uncle. During those years, he discovered magic, awakened by the hardships and suffering he endured. He decided to use it to fulfill his plan and escape. So, when he was sent with other slaves to fell trees in the forest, Elfwine used magic to free himself from the chains that bound him, killed the guard guarding him, and fled, heading south toward the coast.
Beorn sent a pursuit team of hunters and hounds after him, hoping they would quickly bring him back. However, when they found him, instead of attacking, the hounds fawned on him, and Elfwine sent them back to their masters; the result of years of captivity, during which he befriended all of his uncle's hunting hounds.
Elfwine reached the coastal city without major difficulties, where, called by the call of the sea (his father had told him of "the wide seas," as their ancestors were sailors), he signed on to one of the ships, where he worked as a sailor. At an unknown date, he became captain of his own ship.
Eventually, however, he settled on the islands of Heligoland, where he married a witch named Cwen. The two had a son named Eomund, but when the boy was fourteen, Cwen contracted dragon pox and soon died. Elfwine, once again feeling the call of the sea, left his son with his deceased wife's relatives and once again set sail for the high seas.
He steered his ship west and thus found the long-lost Straight Road, once used by the ancient Elves in times so remote that none remembered them. Through it, they were able to reach the Blessed Realm of the Gods. Elfwine sailed to the Lone Isle, though its inhabitants called it Tol Eressëa. There, he was greeted by an Elven scholar named Pengolodh, who revealed to him the ancient history of the world.
He spent a long time among the Eldar on the Lone Isle, where he learned knowledge that no mortal had heard since the days of Tuor the Blessed. It was some six years before Elfwine left the Lone Isle, and Pengolodh, as a parting gift, presented him with a copy of the Red Book of the Westmarches, including materials relating to the Elder Days. These books, in turn, were passed down to Éomund and all his descendants to this day.
When he reunited with his son after returning to the islands of Heligoland, Eomund was already twenty years old. Elfwine took him with him on his journeys, though little is known about these journeys today. It is said, however, that Eomund did not have a passion for seafaring like his father, loving animals and the beautiful land beneath his feet; he had a special love for the hippogriffs that his mother's brother bred. From him, he also learned how to breed these magnificent animals.
According to these rather sparse records, Elfwine and Eomund sailed the seas surrounding Europe for six years before finally settling in the northern part of present-day England. There, Eomund later married and founded Silian, the ancestral seat of the Taurins. Silian has changed over the centuries, so that today's Silian is not the same as it was in its early days.
Eomund married a local sorceress, a woman named Leofwyn, and soon they had a son named Morowine. During this time, Elfwine suppressed his desire to sail, remaining with his son's family and pampering his grandson.
However, when Morowine turned seven, Elfwine once again felt the call of the sea. He longed to once again see the shores of the Lonely Isle and the elves.
He gave his son a copy of the Red Book of Westmarch so that it would remain a testament to the world's long-forgotten history. He then boarded his ship and sailed west.
No mortal man ever saw him again. His tomb in the Taurin crypts in Silian remains empty to this day.
At this time, Éomund resolved to avenge the wrongs his father suffered at the hands of his uncle Beorn. Using the magic he had learned from his mother's relatives, he entered his great-uncle's home and killed him and all his household. Thus were all the wrongs Elfwine had suffered avenged, and Beorn's name was never spoken again.
It is believed that he used Avada Kedavra, one of the unforgivable curses of modern times, although in Éomund's time they were not forbidden and carried no penalty for their use, though murder was still severely punished. However, no one ever learned who was behind this murder in Beorn's lands.
After these events, Éomund, according to surviving records, began breeding hippogriffs. Using the considerable wealth his father had accumulated over the years and left him, he purchased a herd, initially numbering only twenty, which later grew to much larger numbers.
Thus began the tradition of hippogriff breeding, occasionally supplemented for centuries by the breeding of gryphons – a tradition that the noble Taurin family continues to practice to this day.
It is said that few Taurins in their long history loved hippogriffs as much as Éomund, except perhaps Grimfold Taurin, his distant descendant. According to surviving sources, Éomund preferred riding a hippogriff to a broomstick, and he was even sighted in the remote northern reaches of present-day Scotland, where he kept his faithful hippogriff, silver-furred and feathered (for those unfamiliar, hippogriffs are half eagle and half horse), who bore the proud name of Shadowmane.
Family tradition holds that Shadowmane had descendants as noble as himself, and only Éomund's descendants could tame them, though today it is difficult to say whether this is true or merely a beautiful, if untrue, tradition. Much can be said about the numerous adventures Eomund and Shadowmane experienced, as Taurins are increasingly mentioned in the chronicles of other wizarding families during this time.
In those ancient days, Eomund also devoted himself to raising his only son, Morowin, who would grow into one of the most powerful wizards in the history of the world. He also had another lofty goal in mind: to build a residence that would be in no way inferior to the beautiful residences of wizarding families or the homes of Muggle kings and nobles. Until then, he and his family had lived in a rather shabby home, little better than a peasant's cottage.
And so he began a great labor that would take many years but ultimately bear fruit greater than anything Eomund had ever imagined. Throughout all this, he was accompanied by his beloved wife, Leofwyn, whose contribution to the construction of Silian remains as appreciated to this day as her husband's. This work, begun in 955, took many years and was not completed until 961.
The Great Keep, the Bell Tower, the Alchemist's Tower (no longer extant, demolished by order of Damon Taurin in the 16th century), the Star Tower – a kind of observatory that Leofwyn personally designed because she loved observing the sky – were built at that time. The Library Tower (from which, in later centuries, the entire book collection was transferred to the Great Keep and the tower itself was converted into a warehouse), and four slender watchtowers from which the watchful eyes of enchanted golems watched for threats (later demolished when Brego erected walls reinforced with round towers).
The walls did not yet exist – these were built only by his great-great-grandson Brego, weaving into them many subtle protective spells. Three gates were also built: the Great Gate, the Hunter's Gate, and the East Gate, all protected by special spells to prevent entry by unauthorized persons.
In essence, Silian resembled a fortified castle, ready to repel any threat that might arise.
Nearby was an ancient forest, known to the Taurins as the Old Forest, where a large group of centaurs lived. Although they disliked wizards, Éomund managed to reach an understanding with them, and members of his clan were free to enter there as they pleased – they only had to use a spell devised by Éomund, which created a silver hippogriff that galloped through the forest and loudly called out the words, "I am descended from Éomund, friend of the centaurs. Do not disturb me or my companions."
The spell itself was known only to the Taurins, and no one else could use it. Many of Eomund's descendants cultivated good relations with the centaurs, and the knowledge the centaur chieftains possessed of the forest was invaluable to the Taurins.
This was especially important when, in the eighteenth century, the then Ministry of Magic attempted to expel the centaurs from the forest, but the Taurins vehemently opposed this, and since the land was theirs, the Ministry had no legal means of expelling the centaurs.
Some Taurins even claimed that the Old Forest was home to an ancient being called Tom Bombadil, who had a home somewhere in the forest, but most wizards considered this to be nonsense. East of the Old Forest lie hills where ancient barrows lie, but the Taurins avoided this area, believing it was haunted by dangerous Barrow-Wights and best left alone.
Eomund lived a long and fruitful life, and when his only son, Morowine, married the sorceress Wulfhild, he had grandchildren – twins Eadric and Eadwine, and a granddaughter, Hildr. During these days, he devoted much of his time to raising hippogriffs and spending time with his son and grandchildren, whom he showed how to care for them. He also spoke frequently with centaurs from the Old Forest, though the details of these conversations have long since been forgotten.
Eomund maintained contacts with other wizarding families, such as Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. The Taurin family became increasingly prominent in wizarding society, as evidenced by numerous surviving testimonies and chronicles from that time. Eomund often did business with them, greatly increasing his family's modest fortune, while his son Morowine expanded his knowledge of magic, striving to become one of the most powerful wizards in history. However, it was not until later than today that he would reveal his full potential.
It is worth noting that Eomund Taurin was the first wizard from this family to fully master the Patronus Charm. According to his son's writings, his father's Patronus was shaped like a hippogriff, which is rare in itself, as corporeal Patronuses rarely take the form of magical animals.
Many of his descendants were able to cast Patronuses, but not all. And even those who could, were not always able to cast a corporeal Patronus. Morowine recounts in his writings that during his travels to Scotland, his father encountered a group of Dementors who attacked him. Éomund then cast a Patronus Charm on them, and the radiant Hippogriff drove the Dementors away.
Éomund's life was ended by what Elfwine's son loved most – the hippogriff. It happened that a young, wild Hippogriff appeared in the area. Éomund managed to capture it using a special spell of his own invention and then brought it to his stables, where it grew into a beautiful and strong Hippogriff.
But when Eomund mounted him, the hippogriff carried him away and threw him far into the field. Eomund unfortunately struck his head on a rock and died. He was sixty years old when he died.
Morowine Taurin, Eomund's son, vowed to avenge his father. He searched for a long time among the moors of northern England until he finally spotted the gray Hippogriff digging in the earth for insects. Morowine's companions expected him to use Avada Kedavra to kill his father's killer.
But as he approached, Morowine straightened and shouted in a loud voice, "Come here, Genocide, let me give you a new name!"
To everyone's astonishment, the hippogriff looked at Morowine, ran up to him, and stood before him, but did not attack.
Morowien said: "From now on you will be called Felaróf, lover of freedom; I cannot condemn you for loving it, after all, my grandfather himself escaped from cruel slavery, but you owe me a great ransom and you must renounce your freedom and submit to my will for the rest of your life."
In response, Felaróf bowed low to Morowine and allowed him to mount him, and the wizard flew him to Silian. Felaróf himself was said to understand human speech and only allow Morowine to ride, and no one else.
Morowine, in fact, rode him bareback (in later times, the Taurini developed saddles specifically for hippogriffs). He was to serve Morowine for the rest of his life, and after his death, he was buried at his master's side.
This entire account comes directly from the private writings of Morowine Taurin himself, and some wizards believe that Morowine used a binding spell on the hippogriff or performed a ritual, rather than that he literally forced the hippogriff to serve him with his words. The Taurini, however, maintain that it was as recorded in Morowine's writings.
So, after Eomund's death in 975, his son Morowine took charge of Silian and the family's hippogriff breeding (entrusting the latter to his mother, who had been handling it with Eomund for the past few years), but he was to go farther in life than his father ever had, becoming one of the most powerful wizards.
It should be noted that Morowine demonstrated magic from childhood, like his father and grandfather, and at a young age was taught all sorts of spells, charms, and even curses by his parents, while his father taught him how to care for hippogriffs.
When he turned twenty, he began traveling widely throughout the British Isles, learning magic wherever he could. He became familiar with a wide spectrum of magic, its various branches, even those related to the Dark Arts, such as Necromancy, though he did not use it himself.
During his travels, he came across Pensieves in old ruins. It later became one of the Taurin family heirlooms. Morowine took this ancient object with him and continued his journey.
During his travels, he often encountered persecution from Muggles, who feared or hated magic. He happened to encounter a mob of Muggles who wanted to kill a beautiful, black-haired woman. She repelled their attacks with magic, and Morowine, without a second thought, rushed to her aid.
Together, they killed the attackers, many of whom fell to the killing curse cast by young Taurin. The woman thanked him for his help, impressed by Morowine's proficiency in magic. She introduced herself as Wulfhild and told them that the settlement where she lived with her parents had been ravaged by Muggles, and only she had survived.
Thus, Morowine Taurina first met Wulfhild, who would later become the wife and lifelong companion of Eomund's son. Wulfhild joined Morowine, the nearly twenty-two-year-old wizard, on his travels, eventually becoming his close friend and confidante to this daring son of Eomund.
Throughout these years of travel, he often returned to Silian for short periods, meeting his father and mother and witnessing the development of hippogriff breeding. Much could be told of the countless adventures Morowine and Wulfhild had on their journeys across the British Isles.
On one occasion, while crossing a bridge over a river, they were attacked by a river troll. However, Morowine, using magic, wrenched the club from its hand and struck it hard several times over the head. When he fell, Wulfhild sent him far from the bridge, breaking dozens of trees in the nearby forest in the process.
Another time, they visited the Hebrides, attempting to tame a Hebridean Black Dragon, which didn't turn out to be the best idea for Morowine, who longed to be able to fly on the dragon's back. When they first tried to capture a young dragon, they were attacked by its mother, which resulted in their escape and a few shield spells, as the scales of all dragon species deflect most spells harmlessly.
In yet another incident, Morowine and Wulfhild defeated a sorcerer in Wessex named Salgar, who had an army of Inferi at his service. Morowine, who had mastered the Fiendfyre spell, used it to burn the Inferi, while his wife engaged in a fierce duel with Salgar.
The duel was so devastating that the sorcerer's tower and the surrounding area were destroyed. Finally, Wulfhild knocked the wand from Salgar's hand, who begged for mercy. Wulfhild turned to Morowine, who had finished disputing the Inferi when Salgar jumped up screaming, clutching a cursed dagger to kill Wulfhild. Before he could, Morowine struck him with a killing curse, thus saving his companion.
They experienced many other adventures during their travels. During this time, they fell in love and eventually married when they returned to Silian in 969. At the end of that year, they had twin sons, whom Morowine named Eadric and Eadwine, and in 971, he gave birth to a daughter named Hildr. At this time, both ceased their travels in the British Isles, contenting themselves with a quiet home life and raising their children.
And the time of Eomund, Morowine's father, inexorably drew near. Time marched on, and the twins and Morowine's daughter grew, all of them displaying childhood magic, indicating that they would one day become wizards like their father, grandfather, and great-grandfather ever since the first Taurin had discovered his hidden magic.
And when the twins were seven and Hildr four, the fateful event described earlier occurred. Eomund lost his life, and Morowine acquired a hippogriff, whom he named Felaróf, who served him until his death. Now he had to take over the management of the family seat and the hippogriff breeding farm. One of the first things Morowine did was to make Silian unplottable, meaning it could not be marked on any map.
This meant that from then on, no Muggle or wizard could mark Silian's location on a map. Morowine placed several other safeguards on Silian, such as wards against Inferi, Dementors, and Animagi. In later times, various Taurins added their own special features to further secure the family seat.
(In the case of the wards against Inferi and Dementors, these wards prevented these creatures from entering Silian, while in the case of Animagi, the situation was somewhat different. When the ward "sensed" the Animagus, it caused the Animagus in its animal form to glow intensely blue. It was up to the host to use the appropriate spell to force the Animagus to assume human form.)
Morowine, meanwhile, devoted himself to family life, raising his children and raising hippogriffs like his father, and ensuring the safety of Silian.
During these days, he experienced several adventures, occasionally traveling on Felaróf's back to further regions, and his magical proficiency proved useful more than once. He also saw how wizards were increasingly persecuted by Muggles. He devoted less and less time to his family. However, the time that would go down in the history of the wizarding and magical world was approaching.
Eadric, Eadwine, and Hildr grew up, and Morowine and Wulfhild taught their children various branches of magic, demonstrating remarkable proficiency in many of them. The twins were said to be particularly skilled with spells and potions, and Hildr was skilled in transfiguration and herbology, while Eadwine, the younger twin, had a keen interest in the history of wizards.
Morowine taught his children much of what he knew, but this son of Eomund believed he still knew too little about magic and its possibilities, wishing to study it more deeply.
Throughout all this, Felaróf loyally accompanied him, always ready for long journeys. And when Morowine and Wulfhild's children were entering adulthood, a significant encounter took place between Eomund's son and four wizards and witches.
It happened that Morowine met him at the Broken Wand Inn, owned by a certain wizard-innkeeper. He was returning on Felaróf's back from a wizard with whom he had secured a favorable deal for a significant number of hippogriffs. He decided to stay at the distinguished inn to drink the local ale and listen to the latest gossip.
It was there that he met four extraordinary wizards and witches, whose names are remembered to this day: Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helga Hufflepuff. They were all close friends and traveled together. Now, however, they were discussing the increasing persecution of wizards by Muggles and how home-schooling spells often proved insufficient.
Rowena suggested building a place where they could teach those they deemed worthy, providing a place for young wizards and witches safe from Muggle attacks. The problem was finding a safe place away from the prying eyes of Muggles.
And Morowine knew of a certain secluded place in Scotland, where he had traveled extensively, learning much from Scottish magicians. It lay beside a beautiful, crystalline lake, and tales of a terrifying monster that lived in the lake scared off Muggles, who didn't even settle near it.
Morowine approached and spoke to the four wizards, telling them about such a land, which had become deeply etched in his memory. Godric and Salazar, who had heard how he had defeated the dark wizard Salgar in the past, were ready to trust him, while Rowena and Helga were more skeptical and cautious, but were persuaded by their companions to trust Morowine Taurin.
And Morowine led the four wizards. He mounted Felaróf, and the wizards and witches mounted their brooms, following Morowine. After a long journey, they reached a place where a large, crystalline lake shimmered in the setting sun.
It's no stretch to say that the four future Founders of Hogwarts immediately took a liking to the place. They carefully examined it, along with the adjacent forest, which would later become known as the Forbidden Forest, even though there was no Acromantula colony there at the time, and centaurs had not yet settled there, a fact that would not happen until the turn of the 12th and 13th centuries.
Thus, around 990, a massive castle called Hogwarts was built on the lake, where the Four Founders were to instruct young wizards from all over Britain and Ireland.
Morowine himself, at the very beginning of Hogwarts' construction, built a Chamber of Remembrance in its basement, where he erected the still-famous Wall of Ancestors (now better known as Morowine's Wall), where he depicted the history of his grandfather, father, and his own in a series of bas-reliefs.
This chamber also served as the headquarters for the later-established organization known as the Bear's Teeth – a noble brotherhood of Wizards and Witches whose primary mission was to combat Dark Wizards and protect wizarding society from Muggle persecution.
The Bear's Teeth existed until 1707, when it was disbanded shortly after the establishment of the British Ministry of Magic, and its role was taken over by the Auror Office. Many of Morowine's descendants led them, keeping the wizards of Britain and Ireland safe.
Morowine Taurin taught Charms and Transfiguration at Hogwarts, passing on much of his knowledge to future generations, while his sons and daughter tended the Taurin estates with his wife and mother. He himself often visited Silian, chatting with the family and checking on the well-being of the hippogriff herd.
When the fateful conflict between Godric and Salazar over the admission of students to Hogwarts arose (Salazar refused to admit students exclusively from wizarding families, completely refusing to admit Muggle-born wizards), Morowine sided with Godric, believing that every young wizard, regardless of background, had the right to learn magic at Hogwarts.
Ultimately, Salazar left Hogwarts, having previously built a secret Chamber of Secrets, where he left his monster, the Basilisk, which was to be released by his descendant in the future to cleanse the school of "mudbloods and unworthy," as Salazar Slytherin himself once put it. Although Morowine searched for the Chamber of Secrets many times, he never found it and suspected that Slytherin, who was a Parselmouth, had concealed the entrance to the chamber using this ability.
Morowine continued teaching for many years afterward, while also thoroughly studying many branches of magic. His grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and great-great-grandchildren studied at Hogwarts during his lifetime, including his grandson Elfwig Taurin (995-1060) and great-grandson Brego Taurin (1025-1105). Morowine lived to the ripe old age of 121, when his great-great-grandson Gram Taurin (1049-1124) was in his sixth year at Hogwarts.
During this long life, Morowine taught countless generations of young wizards, and when he wasn't teaching, he traveled widely, studying magic wherever he could.
One of his greatest achievements was said to be his mastery of wandless magic, considered an extremely difficult art, considering that a wand allows magic to be concentrated in a single point, making spells easier to cast.
There are too many adventures for Morowine to recount, for in his travels, the son of Eomund encountered wizards, warlocks, centaurs, mermen, goblins, and countless magical creatures, and often encountered extraordinary magical artifacts and various manifestations of magic.
Morowine Taurin also created an artifact known as the Ring of Morowine. This ring became a symbol of the Taurin family's power and legacy. Forged from silver, inscribed with ancient runes, and adorned with a head shaped like a bear's maw, it was worn exclusively by the current head of the family.
The enchantments Morowine bestowed upon it caused the ring to vanish upon Lord Taurin's death, only to reappear immediately on the middle finger of his right heir. This ensured there was never any doubt as to who would inherit the inheritance, though the ring otherwise possessed no other properties.
In 1000, Morowine encountered goblins and helped solve a serious plague of vampires and trolls that were draining the goblin community's resources. In gratitude for his help, Telkar, a distinguished goblin armorer and sorcerer, forged him a magnificent sword with a matte gray blade and a jewel set in the blade, shimmering with the colors of the rainbow. This sword had the property of absorbing anything that could strengthen it, cutting iron and steel as if it were wood, being light yet strong, and yet repelling all impurities so it didn't need to be hand-cleaned.
This sword, known as Dawnbreaker, was a cherished heirloom for House Taurin, even if most of the time it served no purpose beyond hanging above the fireplace in Silian's drawing room.
In 1006, Morowine helped the Wizards' Council repel a dangerous giant invasion of Scotland, which, if not stopped, could have spread throughout Wizarding Britain. In 1012, he single-handedly slew a particularly dangerous specimen, the Hebridean Black Dragon, which was causing widespread damage in the Hebrides and killing over a dozen wizards before being finally defeated by Morowine in a fierce, hours-long battle. Its skeleton still hangs from the ceiling of the Chamber of Remembrance in the Hogwarts basement.
In 1020, Morowine faced the dangerous vampire Harkon, who, along with a group of other vampires and their reanimated skeleton servants, was rampaging through southern England. Together with the Bear Teeth, they slaughtered the vampires and their resurrected minions, and Morowine himself killed Harkon by plunging Dawnbreaker directly into his black heart.
In 1025, a dark sorcerer named Fengel Bloodhand gathered numerous Dementors around him, luring them with promises of good prey on his enemies. Fengel terrorized Wales, slaughtering entire villages, and the Dementors stripped dozens of people of their souls with their kisses.
The Bear Teeth executed many wizards and witches trying to stop him, as Fengel was a distinguished magician. Finally, at the end of the year, Morowine faced him.
Fengel unleashed all the Dementors who served him against him, but Morowine conjured a powerful Patronus, which took the form of a giant eagle, which drove all the Dementors away. He then fought a fierce and devastating duel with Fengel himself. In the end, the vile sorcerer was killed by Morowine, and for a long time, Britain was free of dark wizards.
It is often said that during his duel with Fengel, Morowine wore enchanted armor, forged for him by goblins for a price in gold. Yes, the armor does exist, stored deep in the dungeons of Silian, but none of the Taurins after Morowine used it.
After Fengel's defeat, Morowine's period of fighting all manner of dangerous creatures and menacing sorcerers ended. He devoted the rest of his life to teaching young wizards at Hogwarts and gathering knowledge of all known branches of magic.
It is said that during this period he created numerous spells, some if not most of which are still used today, such as Confringo and Aguamenti. Some credit him with creating the Fidelius Charm, but nothing in surviving records indicates he ever created it, and it is currently ruled out that Morowine Taurin created the Fidelius Charm. Morowine lived a long and fruitful life, reaching heights of magic few wizards have achieved, and he is said to have known the wizard Merlin quite well.
Eventually, however, he died of old age at the respectable age of one hundred and twenty-one, outliving his sons and grandson, Elfwig Taurin. He was buried in the Taurin crypts alongside his faithful companion, Felaróf. His last wish was that the Pensieve not be buried with him and that his descendants continue to use it.
He was one of the greatest wizards in the history of Magic, although he didn't leave his talking portrait in Silian itself, but in the Chamber of Remembrance. Few people knew this, and therefore it is commonly believed that the Taurins began commissioning moving portraits from wizard-painters only in the 13th century. Grimfold Taurin I (1205-1274) was the first Taurin to officially commission such a portrait, which taught him much about himself before he died fighting a dangerous giant, whom he managed to kill before falling in battle.
At that time, it was customary for the head of the Taurin family to commission a moving portrait from a wizard-painter between the ages of forty and sixty, so that after its creation, the portrait could learn as much as possible about its subject. Such portraits possessed significantly greater knowledge and potential than portraits made after the subject's death, which had little knowledge of their subject.
Below is a list of the lords of Silian and heads of the noble Taurin family until the 16th century:
1. Elfwine Taurin (born 890 – sailed to the West 950)
2. Eomund Taurin (born 915 – died 975) (started the family's hippogriff breeding)
3. Morowine Taurin (born 943 – died 1065) (one of the most outstanding wizards in the history of the Taurin family)
4. Eadric Taurin (born 969 – died 1059)
5. Elfwig Taurin (born 995 – died 1060) (brought a griffin to guard the entrance to the Taurin vault in the Silian vaults; later, descendants of this griffin guarded the vault until the founding of Gringotts Bank. He also created the first version of a hippogriff saddle)
6. Brego Taurin (born 1025) – d. 1105) (built greenhouses in Silian to grow a variety of magical plants)
7. Gram Taurin (b. 1049 – d. 1124)
8. Elfwine Taurin II (b. 1075 – d. 1161) (following his ancestor and namesake, he tried to find the Straight Path to the Ancient West. He never succeeded. He befriended a group of merpeople from the vicinity of Iceland and is said to have known Mermish)
9. Fréawine Taurin (b. 1104 – d. 1154) (died in a duel with the dangerous sorcerer Wulf at the age of 50)
10. Folca Taurin (b. 1130 – d. 1220)
11. Eomund Taurin II (b. 1157 – 1245) (founded Hippogriff Saddles in 1193, producing magical saddles for hippogriffs and winged horses)
12. Baldor Taurin (born 1181 – died 1221) (died of dragon pox)
13. Grimfold Taurin (born 1205 – died 1274) (killed by a giant that rampaged through northern England, though he dealt the giant a fatal blow before his death)
14. Beor Taurin (born 1233 – died 1324) (Beor's sister, Frea, played as a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies from 1262 to 1298)
15. Aldamir Taurin (born 1255 – died 1275) (died without issue during an unfortunate duel with a rival wizard)
16. Deor Taurin, younger brother of Aldamir (born 1258 – died 1354)
17. Caedmon Taurin (born 1285 – died 1363) (developed an improved version of hippogriff and winged horse saddles containing a built-in disillusionment charm)
18. Hengest Taurin (born 1315 – died 1391) (an outstanding potions master, developed several new potions, the most famous of which is the Polyjuice Potion today. Founder of the renowned "Merlin" line of potion shops. He lived during the Black Death epidemic, which decimated the Muggle population at the time)
19. Fastred Taurin (born 1350 – died 1436) (during his time, the "Merlin" line of potion shops expanded into Ireland)
20. Folcwine Taurin (born 1376 – died 1455) (played for the Wimbourne Wasps from 1398 to 1428 as Keeper)
21. Éadwine Taurin II (born 1404 – died 1473) (an outstanding Magizoologist who traveled throughout Europe, Africa, and Asia from 1421 to 1432 and from 1449 to 1460, studying a wide variety of magical animals. He is said to have tamed a Niffler, a Hippogriff, a Demiguise, an Occamy, a Kelpie, a Hippocampus, a Graphoon, and an Augur, though he never tamed a Phoenix. In his enchanted bag, he kept workshops and enclosures that perfectly replicate the conditions of a given species of animal, where he could examine and treat them in peace)
22. Beor Taurin II (born 1432 – died 1523) (moved all the Taurin gold to the newly established Gringotts Bank, and their vault number 7 is one of the oldest in the bank)
23. Eomund Taurin III (born 1457 – died 1542)
24. Brego Taurin II (born 1486 – died 1564) (managed to tame a phoenix, which he named Wisp. After its death, Wisp left Silian and was never seen by any Taurin afterward)
25. Darron Taurin (born 1513 – died 1599)
26. Beor Taurin III (born 1537 – died 1612) (died during one of the goblin rebellions)
27. Grimfold Taurin II (born 1565 – died 1655)
28. Caedmon Taurin II (born 1592 – died 1632) (killed by Inferi while exploring an ancient cave in northern Scotland)
29. Damon Taurin (born 1618 – died 1718) (famous for ordering the demolition of the Alchemists' Tower in Silian, deeming it unnecessary)
From the 16th century onwards, the Taurins stopped using names derived from Old English, with the exception of some names such as Beor, Grimfold, Darron, Caedmon, and Brego. Not all of Morowine's descendants achieved notable fame in the wizarding world or perished in unfortunate events. Many led ordinary lives and did not stand out in history.
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