Harriet Potter Peverell: The Dark Legacy

The scent of aged wood and dampness clings to the air in your small, cold room at Wool's Orphanage. Sunlight struggles to penetrate the tattered curtains, casting dim light on the rough sheets of your iron bed.

You are Harriet Potter Peverell, an eleven-year-old girl with eyes that have seen too much, trapped in a place that offers no warmth.

Work awaits. Mrs. Crabb, the matron, with her thick, emotionless face, will soon enter, her voice sharp as she demands you rise. Another day of chores, of whispers from the other children, of Samuel's cruel taunts. Another day where your only small rebellion is the slowness of your steps.

But today, a strange feeling stirs within you, a quiet certainty that your destiny lies beyond these walls. As you descend the creaking stairs to the gloomy dining room, where the smell of rancid food lingers, you wonder what it is that makes you feel so different, so… ordinary, compared to the others. Something inside you, a power you can't explain, a power no one else seems to have.