Ethan Hartley was born on December 12th in the year 1886 to his mother Verginia Hartley. His father had left his mother before he was born, so he never knew his father. He had an older half-brother Alex Wisker, sharing the same mother, but not the same father. Verginia expected Ethan to be the same typical boy as Alex had been, but when Ethan grew up he developed some talents that she didn’t recognize and she wasn’t sure what to think of them. When Ethan received a letter from Hogwarts, she was almost proud, realizing that although not as normal as other kids, her boy was special. Ethan attended Hogwarts and studied the many magical subjects. It was while attending Hogwarts that Ethan realized that his father must have been a wizard, that he was a so called half-blood wizard. Ethan tried to search for his father, but for some reason he wasn’t able to find any information on the man inside the wizarding world. Trying to find his father, to learn more about himself was almost an obsession for Ethan, as he was thinking about daily. By this time in his life he had no contact with his mother or brother anymore. Ethan always believed there was too much difference between them and they didn’t understand him. For this reason Ethan never knew what had become of them after he left. After he attended Hogwarts he started working on the Ministry of Magic, in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, working in the office of Improper Use of Magic. It might have been his biggest accomplishment to get a job at the ministry. But it was a job that he didn’t care much about, but as he didn’t have any dreams in life he had decided that working at the department would give him some time to come up with another idea for his future, but dreaming about future plans was nothing for him either, as he was a man that only thought about the present time.
He married a witch called Sarika Mahrisia, but they split after a few years, as Ethan realized that being married was nothing for him. He spend his years alone after that. Sadly he never found what he wanted to do in life and he stayed working at the department of magical law enforcement until he died on july 14th of the year 1968. Another sad fact about Ethan is that he was still searching for his father by the time he died. He never knew how close he had come to find out the truth about his father, but maybe that had only been a good thing, as his father had done many horrifying things in his life.

Ethan briefly entertained the notion that perhaps the warm light escaping the very edge of the curtains was actually the afterlife. It teased him even now that he was so very close. The way the dust sparkled in the sliver of golden light reminded him of a time when he was a young man. His memories drifted back to when he had once stumbled into a used book shop to escape an evening rainstorm. The woman at the counter who wore a glittering pair of golden glasses looked at him strangely, but was kind enough to let him stay, provided he didn’t drip on the books. The newspaper she had been reading boasted strange headlines with names he hadn’t ever heard of. Later he swore that the pictures would move when you weren't looking directly at them.

Ethan’s friends never let him live down the story. They teased him endlessly and even implored him to once again visit the woman’s shop to obtain proof. For his friends, the proof would never be provided. For them the woman’s newspapers were clearly quite ordinary. Ultimately had it not been for that rainstorm Ethan Hartley would never have met the woman who would become Mrs. Hartley. Similarly if it hadn’t been for his friends teasing, he probably never would had had the courage to ask her out to begin with.

Ethan could not move the curtains on his own, he was just an ordinary man by many standards. But he smiled to think of how easily Marium would sweep the drapes opened every morning from their bed with the use of her birch-wood wand. Her magic had been just as golden as the frames of her glasses. And it was with that golden memory that Ethan Hartley drifted into his final dream. One in which he rose from his bed, youthful once again, and drifted into the waiting arms of a beautiful woman with sparkling golden framed glasses.

“Don’t come back too late,” Ethan’s mother called from doorway. He slammed the door behind him and headed through the back gate, toward the woods. As he stepped over loose branches, the chill air whipped at his face and billowed up his pant legs. He thought about turning around and grabbing his handkerchief, but it had taken him several minutes to escape from his mother’s coddling. Instead, he wiped his nose on his collar and continued walking through the trail that took him to school.

But he wasn’t going to school today. Instead, he veered toward an ambiguous path on his left. His boots crunched over the soft snow, until he reached a crumbling hedge. He walked toward a flat grey rock and tipped it over to reveal a leather pouch. He carefully opened it with his gloved hands and exposed a key. He set it on top of the flat rock, then removed his gloves. His insides churned with giddiness as he recalled what his neighbor Cressida had told him before leaving for school.

“This key will transport you to another place… a magical place where you come can visit me,” the young girl claimed on their last visit. At first, he was skeptical. But he recalled a time when they were learning to ride bicycles and the girl somehow ended up in a tree. Then, there was that moment at school when Cressida couldn’t recite her multiplications correctly, and a window smashed. His mind filled with peculiar incidents of late, all revolving around this friend.

In the privacy of the woods, away from everyone, he allowed himself to believe her.

He flexed his fingers and inhaled, holding his breath for a count of ten. Then, he quickly grabbed the key in both hands.

Whirrrrr-

The ground lifted. He attempted to open his eyes, but the air lashed them shut. He felt as if he were flying—no, as if a tornado were whizzing him away.

Suddenly, his body smashed into something hard. He coughed, spewed, and groped for something to hold onto. His hands dug their way through the snow, where he clutched onto dead, needle-pointed grass. He wasn’t sure how much time passed before he could open his eyes, but soon, he was able to sit up against a hillside. He squinted up at the sky—the same sky as before and, yet, it was different—different because he wasn’t in the Moor anymore. He was certain of that—as certain as he was that magic was real now.

He spun his head and noticed vast snowy hills, untouched by human machinery. Yet, off in the distance, near a patch of trees perched a worn sign. He willed himself to stand and slowly ambled toward it.

“DANGER, DO NOT ENTER, UNSAFE,” he read.

Ethan thought it curious that a sign like this should exist on such a remote countryside. He had learned from an early age that the best moments in his life involved trespassing, or “trickery” as his mother called it. He bit his cheek and glanced at the sign one last time before ambling forward, climbing up the forbidden path.

As a teenager, Ethan became Tesla’s apprentice and learned a great deal about the sciences, and a great deal more about how to think on his feet and how to use the elements and the sciences to his advantage.

Full of a natural curiosity, Hartley eventually set out to travel the world on his own and experience all there was to see. In his travels he met many interesting folks, the most interesting among them perhaps having been James McCoy. The men became fast friends when Ethan settled down in the small town of MIddlethorn in his forties. Thanks to his keen sense of observation, it didn’t take Ethan long to notice that there was something unusual about James. After just a few short months of friendship, Ethan learned James’ greatest secret – the man was a wizard.

Always the consummate scientist, Hartley had a hard time believing McCoy’s fantastical claims at first. It wasn’t until he’d seen McCoy perform almost every piece of magic the wizard knew that he finally accepted McCoy’s claims. He swore to keep James’ secret in exchange for the chance of a lifetime – he wanted to take a scientific approach to magic, to see what knowledge he could glean and whether he could somehow marry the two disciplines of magic and science into something amazing and world-changing.

For years, the two spent hours and hours together, learning from one another, attempting to unlock the secrets of magic, to make the world a better place. Alas, before they could get anywhere, McCoy fell gravely ill. Hartley tended to the wizard who had become his best friend for months, praying to the gods for the wizard’s health to return. Unfortunately, it was for naught, and James McCoy passed away in the winter of 1967.

Ethan was never quite the same after that. His research was going nowhere without McCoy and he fell into a deep depression. He went back to America to seek out his old friend Nikola Tesla only to find out the scientist, too, had passed. Without friends and without any more ideas, Hartley returned to England where he traveled the countryside, searching for new meaning in life. He eventually stumbled upon Hogsmeade village, and after so many years in McCoy’s company, he knew he’d found a place where he could be at home. His relief was short-lived, however, as word of a muggle in the village got out and he was met in the alley outside of the inn by a cloaked stranger one summer night. It was there that Ethan Hartley was murdered. No one knew who had done the deed, or how. No one, of course, except Tom Riddle, who was beginning to dream lofty, terrible dreams and beginning his ascension to greatness with the death of a brilliant, kind muggle man.

Now at the age of 20 he was promoted to do photos of new areas in the US. His first assignment was to go to Devils Tower in Wyoming which had just become the first national monument on September 24, 1906 by the president himself, Theodore Roosevelt. He had never before been out side of his town let alone to the other side of the country. About a week later he is ready to go, he boarded a train that was on its way to New York. The train ride was very long about 3 days, but it had an amazing view of the east coast. Finally arriving in New York he met up with a driver that would be able to take him all the way to Wyoming to meet with another guy. This trip took a little over 4 days to get to Wyoming, stopping to get gas or rest for the night.

Upon arriving they stopped at a local bar to make sure they were in the right town before the monument, when they hear a loud BOOOOOM!, it came from the bank and at that moment Ethan saw someone fly from the scene but no one was looking in the same direction, he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. He ran toward the bank to see what exactly happened. There was a big hole in the side of the building and money flying everywhere, the sheriff was there already, which seemed oddly suspicious, yelling at people "DON'T TOUCH ANY OF THE MONEY OR YOU WILL GET PUT IN JAIL!" He was standing in front of the whole area where the explosion happened. Ethan looked closer at him and could tell something was off about the sheriff. The crowd soon died down and Ethan needed to unpack and get his things ready for the monument.

Ethan found his way to the local inn and check into his room that was reserved for him. Settling in he noticed outside the window was the women that flew away earlier, but no one trying to catch her, but oddly enough the person walking with her was the sheriff and they were talking as if they were married. So Ethan got out his camera and took a photo of the two. It was still early in the day, so he decided to take the half-a-day trip to the Devil Tower monument. He called to the driver which was in a room down from his.

They both headed to the car and on there way. As they neared the monument it seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Ethan was amazed by how big the Devil Tower was, "Stop the car!" Ethan said quickly as he was already halfway out of the car with his camera and tri-pod ready to take a picture. He had the perfect shot already he thought, they continued closer soon they were close enough that it shadowed over them, he continued to take tons of photos one right after the other. The sun was setting soon, so they decided to call it a night. Making it back to the inn he noticed a strange light coming from behind the sheriffs building. "I'll see you tomorrow, also take these to my room." calling to the driver, who waved goodbye while carrying the camera and equipment.

As Ethan got closer he noticed it was the women from before performing magic, but he didn't understand why no one else could see this happening. As he got closer he saw a see-through bubble encased around her. This is the first time he had ever seen someone perform magic. He then thought to himself 'Maybe my mother was a witch, is this what she would do when we weren't around?' As Ethan was so engulfed in his train of thought he didn't see he was being surrounded by a group of people in cloaks. He looked up and then darkness. He awoke to find he wasn't in Wyoming anymore, the cell was cold, dark, and made only of stone. He could here people down the hall talking "It has to be there is no other way." A women said. "If it is a Squib, then we should be able to get good money for him." a man replying back. They soon were walking down towards Ethan's cell, "Oh look its awake." she said cheerfully. "Get up Muggle you are coming with us." the man was stern in his words. Ethan did as he was told in fear of getting hurt. Standing up he felt a sharp pain in the back of his skull, he figured its where they hit him.

They walked down the hall and took a left then another then a right then was at another door. She said some password and the door flung open. They were in an alley way, but not in Wyoming. They then walked out onto the street, soon as he got a chance Ethan went to yell but nothing came out, the man turned around laughing and shaking his figure. 'They put some type of spell on me so I couldn't talk' he thought. What felt like hours of walking to him was actually only about 30 minutes, his mind wasn't processing everything correctly. They came to another door she knocked 3 times and a panel flew open looked at all of us and she said something to the man and the door opened.

Walking inside Ethan could see paintings moving and ghost flying around. The people around him gave him the most ugliest looks ever. They continued down several hallways, Ethan losing count of lefts and rights. They showed up at another door knocked 4 times and a voice yelled "Come in." They walked inside the office it looked like any old office from any office building the same green lamp on the giant wooden desk. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" said the man behind the desk with the name plate reading 'Mr. Black'. The women told him the story of how they found me and what I was. Mr. black sat in his chair intrigued that there was a Squib in his office. After the story was done he asked me one question "Do you like your life?" I nodded and he smiled. "Great you now work for me."

The following years held many ups and downs for Mr. Hartley; his ambition to become an herbologist seemed to no longer be an option. He chose a life of seclusion rather than accepting any help offered to him; he lived in a forest as far away from civilization as possible to avoid harming anyone. After 10 years of this however, he came to realize he could not wallow his life away. He may be a werewolf but that was no excuse to not do what he loved. Over the next few years he collected as much herbs and plant life as possible, started a greenhouse and set up a lab in his shed. He started out wanting to find a cure for the Werewolf bite and began researching the qualities of the Wolfsbane plant. For 20 years, he studied his plants, came up with concoctions, even submitted his work to various Wizarding studies on the effects of Wolfsbane and its uses to calm him during the harder times of changing. While he had not come up with a cure, he felt he was close to coming up with something to help.

In 1945, he met with an up-and-coming potioneer who wished to hear of his theories and work with him. Damocles was very interested in the properties of Wolfsbane and the condition Ethan was in proved to be a promising way to test the theories they shared. Damocles and Ethan began to work very closely together over the next 20 years;however in 1965, Ethan's condition was becoming worse and worse. He struggled with keeping himself under control to the point that he had Damocles lock him in the basement cage up to two weeks before he changed. Damocles worked as often as he could while taking care of his friend; he had hoped to find a cure for Ethan before his time came.

Unfortunately, in the summer of 1968, Ethan could no longer control himself and his changings. He was much older now and in constant pain. He requested Damocles create a potion to help end his suffering and out of respect for his friend, Damocles did so. Ethan took the potion and promptly fell into a deep slumber which he would not awake from with his friend by his side.

Damocles took him to Hogsmead to be buried as Ethan had always loved the town but didn't visit much due to his condition. In the mid-1970's, Damocles was finally able to produce the Wolfsbane potion but it was a bittersweet moment as his friend could not be there to share it.

Ethan Hartley should have been cremated. He remains should have been properly disposed of by authorized strangers. Instead, all 230 pounds of him vanished without a trace. Why anyone would want a corpulent decayed body was beyond the people of Hogsmeade and left them mystified. The town gossips pooled together some money to erect a small and plain headstone. To this day it presides over the only empty plot in their cemetery.

Professor Trelawney was drawn to it not because of her Sight, but because she had heard the story herself long ago. Her subconscious fear of dying alone was stirred when she read Ethan Hartley's name. She had assigned her students to collectively See what they could about Hartley's life because of the morbid curiosity that was reignited on her visit that day in the graveyard. What Professor Trelawney fears most is that she'll end up lost without any worldly or otherworldly tethers. Her own Boggart is an empty coffin. Who Ethan Hartley was ultimately doesn't matter, but his demise reveals much about Sybil Trelawney. She is constantly trying to predict the futures of others in order to avoid introspection about herself.