August 1st, 1979 — Valvas Estate, Florence, Italy.
A summer storm raged over the marble spires of the Valvas manor, lightning cutting through the skies like divine judgment. Inside the grand hall, ancient banners of the House of Valvas and the House of Este shimmered under crystal chandeliers.
The cry of a newborn pierced the thunder.
Jessica Valvas, née Frostborne, held her child close, sweat on her brow, her wand discarded beside the bed. Her magic pulsed uncontrollably, swirling faint blue wisps through the air.
Alex Valvas, Duke of the House of Este, knelt beside her, awestruck by the sight of his son. "Roy Valvas," he whispered, voice trembling. "Our light."
Neither of them could know that this child carried more than a noble name — a consciousness reborn, and a secret system that whispered to him even in dreams.
Meanwhile, in Britain...
The Dark Lord's shadow stretched across the British wizarding world. Ancient families fell, bent, or hid from the rise of Voldemort. Yet one bloodline had vanished completely — the Frostbornes, an old and powerful house that once held a Wizengamot seat beside the Potters and the Blacks.
"Find them," Voldemort commanded, his crimson eyes glinting. "The blood of Frostborne will either serve me... or be erased."
Bellatrix and Rodolphus Lestrange, newly ascended to their master's inner circle, obeyed. With their family's enforcers, they scoured the continent — until whispers led them to the Italian estate of the Valvas.
The Night of Fire and Shadows
It was past midnight when the Lestranges breached the outer wall. The Valvas guards were no wizards — but centuries of warfare had taught them how to kill. Gunfire cracked through the night, startling even Bellatrix. Rodolphus tried to shield himself, but one precise shot, delivered by Darius Valvas himself, ended his life instantly.
Inside, Jessica faced Bellatrix in a duel that lit the manor's west wing in arcs of blue and scarlet. Spells collided like thunder. When Bellatrix faltered, Jessica bound her and peered into her mind — and what she saw shattered her heart.
Torture. Experiments. Madness shaped by cruelty.
The woman who stood before her was less a witch and more a broken weapon.
When Alex and Darius entered, they saw not an enemy, but a victim. The Grand Duke's voice was steady.
"She will stay," Darius said. "We will heal her. The world will believe the Lestranges dead."
And so they buried the truth. Bellatrix Lestrange vanished from history — locked deep beneath the Valvas estate, guarded by magic and steel.
A Hidden System
Two years passed. Roy Valvas, heir to two worlds, toddled through the marble corridors. His laughter echoed like bells. Yet, in the depths of his consciousness, a voice awoke — mechanical and serene.
[System initializing...]
[Welcome, Host: Roy Valvas.]
[Currency recognized: Money.]
[Exchange menu unlocked — bloodlines, weapons, skills, and summons.]
The child blinked, confused, but a faint smile tugged at his lips.
"So... I really did get reborn into the Harry Potter world," he whispered softly. "This time, I'll make my own destiny."