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Wildemont Castle and the Linwoods by thehiddenface

Format: Novella
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,538
Status: WIP

Rating: 12+
Warnings: Contains profanity, Mild violence, Sensitive topic/issue/theme, Spoilers

Genres: Fluff, Horror/Dark, Humor
Characters: Albus, Dominique, Fred II, James (II), Lily (II), Louis, Rose, Scorpius, Teddy, OC
Pairings: Rose/Scorpius, Other Pairing

First Published: 10/31/2017
Last Chapter: 11/05/2017
Last Updated: 11/05/2017

Summary:
 The Linwoods, the founders of the established Wizarding World. Follow the Linwood siblings as they navigate their way through Hogwarts and the supposed re-establishment of what had been assumed as forgotten.


Chapter 1: chapter one
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Hello! This isn't my first story but I've taken the others down. Anything you recognize belongs to J.K. Rowling. Please be sure to leave a review so I can adjust to better fit what you'd like to read! Enjoy!
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INTRODUCTION: The Beginnings and History
You know how England just awkwardly has a monarchy and is flying solo while the rest of the world is doing its thing? Well, that's kind of where Linlea comes into play. It's a pretty small island in practically the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. It's off charts, and it's meant to stay that way, because it's the oldest Wizarding community in the world.

The Ministry of Magic may be the legal system of the Wizarding World, but it once had a monarchy. In a similar way to the United Kingdom, the monarchy is still alive and well, led by none other than the Linwoods. Artemedorus and Remelda (commonly referred to as Remy) Linwood founded the little town of Wildemont, which gradually became a booming city. On the island there are a few towns; Foxfort, Violetacre, Mariner, Dalby, and of course Wildemont.

My name is Iris Elizabeth Linwood, and if I like to sound stupid, I'd introduce myself as Princess Iris Elizabeth Linwood. Yeah, that's right, I'm technically the princess of the Wizarding World. Weird right? I'm not really a fan of the title, or the name, or any of it really. See, if you've met me, you'd understand that I just don't fit the princess standard.
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CHAPTER ONE

"Iris," my mom asked from the other side of the door, "Are you dressed?"

"I will be in a minute!" I called back to her.

"You're wearing the white dress right?" She asked hopefully.

"Yes," I sighed, "But why do I practically have to wear a wedding gown?"

"Just get changed and be down in the entrance hall!" She called as I heard the clinking of her heels fade down the marble floored hallway. I turned to face the mirror, taking in my reflection. This wasn't me, and it never would be. This white gown feels suffocating, like it's constricting my ability to breathe. The dress I have on for tonight's gala looks as though it could quite plainly be a wedding dress. It has a lacy bodice and big and flowy skirt. My mom had had someone come and do my hair, it was in a curly updo. This is all a bit much for a fifteen year old, don't you think? That's what most would say, but since I'm apparently the princess of the Wizarding World I have to dress like this.

"Iris?" I heard from outside my room. I ran and wrenched the door open.

"Ethan!" I yelled as I threw myself into his arms.

"Hey baby sister!" Ethan is my older brother. He's been away at school, Hogwarts, and I haven't seen him since the start of school. I'm homeschooled and I've never left the castle grounds. There are pictures of me in the Prophet, or any magazine. People know of me, obviously.

"How has school been?" I asked with a smile. I've been jealous recently, I really want to go to Hogwarts.

"It's been great! James and I have been crushing the field. You should come to a match some time. James would love to meet you, I've told him so much."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure." I smirked. "What's Gryffindor like this year? Anyone new?" Ethan's a sixth year Gryffindor and is, surprise surprise, best friends with James Sirius Potter. I mean, what could be better for the Prophet? The son of the Chosen One and the Prince of the Wizarding World.

"Um, not really. The first years are new." He smiled. "Listen, Iris, I know you really wanna go to Hogwarts but you've gotta stay here. You know that."

"No. I don't know that Ethan. Why do I have to stay and you can go?" I asked getting louder. Ethan looked around the hallway before pulling me into my room. "Come on Ethan! You know it's not fair!" I yelled flopping down on my bed.

"I know, but just hear me out okay. I've been thinking."

"Oh great, you've been thinking. What's the newest plan to get ourselves blown up?" I scoffed.

"Just listen!"

"Okay!"

"Alright. As I was saying, what if you could come to Hogwarts. If you left nobody would even recognize you, you're a metamorphagus for fucks sake. And mom would never notify anyone and we both know it. She wouldn't want the press having a field day at the gates. And I think that when I'm going to back to school, you'll be coming with me."

"There are so many flaws in that plan." I told him. "You're right, mom would never tell anyone because she wouldn't care. But wouldn't any normal person recognize the name? Maybe not just by looking at me, but if I introduce myself as Iris Elizabeth Linwood people are going to connect the dots."

"That's why you'd use a different name."

"And where would I go during the summer holidays?"

"Back home, mom wouldn't care. She's drunk off her ass most of the time anyway."

"And Matt?" Matt was our evil step father, literally.

"It's really a wonder that woman has managed to run this country for as long as she has."

"I know."

"I think we should think more about your plan. I think it could work though."

"Glad you agree. I was thinking, your name should be Elizabeth Morrissey."

"I like it, but Elizabeth is my middle name." I said.

"Iris, come on! Everyone is here already!" My mom said rolling her eyes as she walked into the room. "Oh! Ethan! I didn't know you were in here." She said as soon as she saw him.

"We'll be right down mom." Ethan said with a smile.

"Thanks dear. Make sure your sister is dressed appropriately. Be down soon okay?"

"You got it mom!" I added. She looked over and gave a stiff nod before leaving the room. I deflated.

"Hey it's alright Ris." Ethan said looking at me. I gave him a weak smile.

"Who's even going to be at this thing anyway?" I asked.

"Well I assume the Potters and Weasleys. Shacklebolt got here a little bit ago. You know I still find it hysterical that you always end up ditching as soon as you're introduced. James is my best friend and you've never even met him." Ethan laughed.

"Oh does it really matter?

"I suppose not, but maybe I should change my face a little bit so that I won't have to do it at Hogwarts." I suggested.

"Oh go blonde! I've always wondered what you'd look like blonde. And make your eyes blue!" I complied and walked to the mirror.

"I look awful!"

"Just make yourself a tad bit more fat, and make your ears bigger." Ethan looked at me with his hand on his chin contemplating.

"I look horrendous. Let's change the hair back to normal just make it pin straight so that mum won't think I'm, well, not me."

"Good idea," he watched as I made the change. "You know, you don't look all that nice with the extra weight." I turned to glare at him.

"Why thanks. You don't look so hot yourself with the extra weight." I smirked at him as I saw his reaction.

"Hey! I don't have any extra weight! I'm all muscle!" He called after me as I began to walk out of the room.

"You keep telling yourself that!" I yelled back. I wandered down the hallways until I made it to the grand staircase entrance. The grand ball room has a separate entrance for guests, which was basically the main entrance to the castle. When you walked through the entrance you could see the staircase, it was one of those super fancy ones. I was greeted at the closed doors by Chandler, whom I've always called Chandy. He's the guy that says my name in a fancy voice, but he's one of my best friends. Being stuck in a castle your whole life doesn't really help in the friend category. Chandy started working here when I was seven, he's quite a bit older than me.

"Hello my lady." He greeted me formally with a small bow.

I laughed before saying, "Why good evening kind sir. Having a nice time?"

"Absolutely brilliant. Care to be introduced?" He gestured toward the doors.

I made a dramatic face before saying, "Oh if I must." Chandy smiled as the guards opened the intricate wooden doors.

Before they made it through the doors Chandy whispered to her, "Don't you dare think I didn't notice the changes, we'll be speaking later." He smirked.

"I wouldn't expect anything less," I said as the fancy horn blared.

"Princess Iris Elizabeth Linwood!" Chandy called this out in his most distinguished voice, I stifled a giggle as I stepped forward towards the stairs and began to make my way down. I spotted Ethan in the crowd looking up at me and made a mental note of where he was, back right corner. I was met at the bottom of the stairs by a young boy I'd seen before. He went into a small bow and then reached for my hand. I gave it to him and curtsied. This old tradition had carried on throughout the years. Everyone set up for the first formal dance of the night. I truly hated these dances. Everyone began dancing as I looked at the boy questionably as we danced.

"It's Scorpius, Scorpius Malfoy." He gave me a look as though he was trying to ring a bell in my mind. "We've met before, multiple times actually."

"You look rather familiar, I'm sorry I don't remember you." I replied.

"It's quite alright. It's not like we go to school together."

"That's correct."

"Why don't you go to Hogwarts?"

"I don't know, my mother refuses to let me go. My brother is a sixth year Gryffindor though."

He nodded, "Yes I've met him, I'm to be a fifth year Slytherin this fall."

"Slytherin?"

"Yes, got a problem with it?" I was shocked by his tone.

"No," I said stiffly. "I'm remembering you now, Ethan has told me about you before. You blew up his and James's cauldron from the window during fourth year. What have you got against them?"

"Nothing. It's just a good time messing with them."

"I've never met James, but I do enjoy messing with Ethan when he's home."

Scorpius smiled, "I can believe it, you seem to be quite the trouble maker Princess Iris."

"I suppose, only sometimes. I think I'm going to call you Scorp. Scorpius is far too long."

"Well not all of us were graced with such a short and easy name. I normally go by Scor, Scorp sounds awful." He said.

"I'll make a royal decree of it, you are nearby to be known as Scorp under the authority of the Princess of Magic." I declared as the song came to an end. Scorp smiled and bowed as I curtsied. I smiled politely at him and went to find my brother. Unfortunately, on my way over I was bombarded by my mum and step father.

"Hello honey!" She smiled sweetly. It wasn't even ten and she was already on the verge of trashed.

"Hi." I smiled weakly.

"We'd like you to meet some people." My step father, Matt, said flatly. He glared until I responded. With a nod. I followed them as the wove through people.

"This is Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa." My step father said. I smiled at them both.

"Nice to meet you," I was cut off before I could finish.

"Iris Linwood, what a pleasure to meet you." Mr. Malfoy smiled strangely.

"Thank you." I smiled weakly this time.

"This is my wife, Narcissa. I'm sure you've heard of my son, Draco?" A bleach blonde man turned around, suddenly very alert from behind him.

"No, I'm afraid I haven't." I turned my head towards who I assumed to be Draco. "You must be Draco?" He looked rather old, and very tired.

"Yes," he smiled nicely unlike his father. "Iris is it?" I smiled back.

"Yep, that's me." Matt shot me a glare and the smile dropped from my face immediately. "I'm terribly sorry that wasn't a very sophisticated response." Draco laughed, making Matt begin to laugh as well. I glared at the floor wishing I could show Matt how nice my right hook was coming along.

"Oh Miss Iris don't you worry. No need to be bothered by sophistication at your age. Fifteen, is that correct?" I nodded. "My son, Scorpius, is your age."

"Oh I just danced with him! He's very nice." Draco smiled at that.

"Good. Good. Well, I'll let you get back to speaking." He nodded towards his father who's mouth pressed into a firm line.

"Yes, thank you," said Mr. Malfoy. "Now Iris, I was wondering if you'd be interested in a rather serious conversation. Seeing as the Linwoods and Malfoys are both among the last of the pure blood realm, we are looking to keep the lineage going."

"As I'm sure you're aware, the Linwoods and Malfoys are good family friends." Matt interrupted. I gave him the sassiest smile I could.

"Must have skipped a generation, because I don't recall my mum or Nana being relatively close with them," I said.

"Nonsense," Mr. Malfoy laughed. "I was good friends with your grandma. Eloise Linwood was one of my good friends during my years at Hogwarts. She was a Ravenclaw but we had mutual friends. Our families have been friends for centuries."

"I see, what does this have to do with me?" I asked suspicious.

"Well, you see darling," my mum started. "We'd like for you to have an arranged marriage." My mum smiled that smile as she sipped on what I assumed to be a glass of straight vodka.

"No." Was all I said as I shook my head.

"This isn't a choice Iris." Matt glared coldly at me. "It's already been decided, you are to marry Scorpius as soon as he graduates." I swiveled to face him.

"I don't believe you are allowed to be making that choice, Matt." I practically spat. "You have no authority over me."

"You're sorely mistaken, as the King of the Wizarding World-"

"King?! How pathetic! You're not now and never will be the King, that place rightfully belonged to my father, and is currently in possession of my brother. Truly mother has more authority than you!" I scoffed.

"Your mother is in agreement." He scowled.

"Mother?" I questioned getting upset. "You agree with this?" She looked to be in a daze.

"Well of course, it's perfectly logical." She said awkwardly.

"I can't believe you! Or you!" I said turning to Mr. Malfoy. "I won't do it!" And then I stormed off to find Ethan.
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