But when the medieval witch hunts started, the witches and wizards retreated to their ancestral villages where they would be less likely found. After all, muggles could potentially overhear wizards talking about Gothic Hollow and raid the place.

The most powerful witches and wizards of that time agreed to put a spell on the village and its inhabitants. It would sleep for hundreds of years until no one could remember the place ever existed. All ties to the place would have been broken. Even great bloodlines needed to stop.

Decennia after the last witch trial, a warm spring wind came from overseas. As the sun crawled from behind hills, the unceasing snow slowly melted, revealing the majestic and dark gothic buildings that had been sleeping for all those years. People woke up as if they had only blacked out for a moment. The curse was finally broken.

People had been missing out latest fashion trends, home decorations,... No longer were cats and toads the only pets for a witch. Even spells became more modern but also... Magic itself. IT was no longer guided by reason. Why something or someone needed to bewitch. Instead, emotion and intuition became magic's magic. Now someone could become bewitched out of a witch's anger. It didn't take long for the dark magic to gain form and before Gothic Hollow became the whereabouts of dark wizards and their practices.

Vitor was one of those people who became influenced under the sleeping spell. As he woke up, his body felt released. Released of the curse, released of the, what seemed eternal, snow. But on the other hand, he felt an unexplainable sensation flowing through his veins.It was powerful, almost uncontrollable. Something about him died with time long ago, though, with this new magic, he felt more alive than ever.

Among Vitor's community and himself, there was hatred for the outside wizarding world. How could they do that to them? His heart and wand longed for the practice of the dark arts. Yet, unlike the others, Vitor listened to his mind instead. He had the strength and willpower to repress what he was longing for deep down within himself. Vitor knew then that the wizarding world was in grave danger and needed to be protected. Not from witch hunters anymore, but from the wizards and witches themselves.

Together with like-minded wizards, he became a founding father of the Ministry of Magic. Vitor was elected to be the high minister. He banned dark magic from Gothic Hollow together with some well-known followers to Azkaban. With an iron fist, he ruled the town that became a city and became the keeper of peace during the many years of war to come. May he live forever in the hearts of the Hollowers as his statue stands proudly in the middle of the old towns square.

"I was born anew, owner of my own darkness."- Pablo Neruda

A few years later, the household Tonks had a stressful night behind them. A little girl was born on a cold, freezing winter evening. Edward and Andromeda didn't come up with a name yet. They feared they would lose their baby as she was a half-blood that continued the Black's bloodline. Up north, close to the Scottish border, the young couple rented a hideaway where it was most unlikely that the Blacks could find them. As Ted went into the kitchen to get warm water, Andromeda saw how her baby changed her mousy brown baby hairs to bubblegum pink. The young mother decided right there and then, her daughter was named Nymphadora. A gift if the nymphs, with a wink to the ancient myths when babies were stolen by elves and replaced by abominations, called changelings. She inherited the gift of being a Metamorphmagus.

As a child, Nymphadora was going to a Muggle primary school against Andromeda’s will. Edward was convinced that this was the best way to socialize children. But his wife was scared someone would recognize her or that she might lose control of her gift. Nymphadora had always been a people’s person. So like her father wanted, she went to primary school at the age of five. Dora did just fine until her last year. There was a new guy in her year. He was sporty, tall and his hair had this weird coif that made him look playful and cute. But he joined the popular kids and Dora understood quite well she would be invisible to him. All year she tried to reach out to him, it was then that she first experimented with morphing her looks and hair. Nonetheless… it didn’t work.

During the summer of 1984, after she graduated from primary school, Nymphadora received her letter from Hogwarts. Dora was worried she would be in everyone’s shadow once again. As she was crazy about the New Wave and Punk music, she decided to transform her hair to a rebellious bubblegum pink against her parents will. Her hair helped her to open up, to grow with confidence. She was sorted into Hufflepuff for her fairness and faithfulness. The start of a new witch’s life.