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Blue eyes caught first sight on February the seventeenth, the coldest winter evening of that year. He was warm in his mother’s arms; the only parent he would ever know...

Gavin and Janice Pucey hadn’t planned on having Adrian Pucey. To Gavin, their son had seemed to be a mistake. “Kill it,” he had told his wife, “We’re not ready to have a child. I’m not ready to be tied down with something else that can’t take care of itself. There is too much that needs to be done in these dark times; I will have no time for such things.”

The tension between the two adults had been built over their years of marriage, when Janice begged to have a child with Gavin, and he refused in return. But in the hot summer breeze of June, both had given in to their temptations without thinking twice. Janice knew immediately after that she was expecting, but waited to tell Gavin when she knew that it was too late to do away with the situation. She had expected a much better reaction from her husband, but none came.

“If killing your own flesh and blood is your first brilliant idea to deal with 'such things', Gavin,” a five-month along Janice scoffed, “I will have nothing to do with you. Nothing! I'll have this baby, with or without you,” Silence had swept across the Pucey household as if a dementor was present.

Adrian’s father felt as though he had just been hexed. She had put him in the middle, choosing to either be with his wife and baby, or continuing on with his loyalty to the Dark Lord. Despite his feelings, Gavin knew that it would be best for the family if he were not part of it. ”Go, then,” He waved his hand with a vocal infliction of cruel indifference, “Leave. Get out of my house. You take that child, and vanish. I want nothing to do with it.”

This gesture was all Janice needed to throw her ring at Gavin and go out on her own, never knowing that her ex-husband had every good intention in mind for the ones he loved. He was left there the same day, to brew in his own depression.

The early years were nothing but trial and error for Adrian. He had gotten into everything as soon as he learned to walk, seeing what reactions he could bring about. There was plenty a time where he would hide from his mother, only in hopes of getting into things that he was not to meddle with, such as Janice’s wand. Needless to say, Janice knew that her son would be a wizard one day.

'No one knows how to say that they’re sorry, and don’t worry...'

“Where’s daddy? Where’s daddy mummy?” the young Adrian would chant to his mother upon seeing families out on their trips to the market. All that the heartbroken Janice could do was say, “He’s not with us, love. He went away.” Adrian would grow up without any knowledge of who his father had been, or what his whereabouts were.

As a toddler, Adrian found numerous ways to cause disruption in the large house, leaving a disgruntled house elf cleaning the mess in his wake. Books were tattered on the floor, picture frames would be broken, and there was no use for keeping trinkets in the house, because Adrian would break those, too. "Do you think daddy would have liked this, mummy," the three-year-old, who had just rummaged through the family album that he had knocked off the shelves earlier, tottered up with a picture of him as a newborn in his mother's arms. "I think he would have liked it very much." Tears welled in the little boys eyes, and his mother picked him up and held him to herself. He did not know why he was crying, but he felt an unknown feeling in his heart.Janice was greatly relieved that, by time Adrian’s eighth birthday came about, his mischievous actions lessened greatly, and the questions that he had asked about his father were less frequent. She worried that his intellect would be the next thing used to wreak havoc, but hoped that he had accepted his father's decisions. But as young as Adrian was, all he could manage was anger toward the father he had never known.Little did Janice know, this anger was the root of Adrian's actions.

Three years later, on the seventeenth of February, an owl swooped into the well-equipped living room and pecked away at a distracted Adrian until he took the letter off of the animal. Upon opening the letter, Adrian received news that he was accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

He had no knowledge of what this school was about, so upon asking his mother, she told him stories her time attending the school. "It was quite an experience, the staff taught all sorts of things, like taking care of magical creatures," Adrian wrinkled his nose, "learning to cast spells on objects and people," he was a little more interested, "learning transfigurations, defenses against the dark arts, potions," the young boy was most interested in learning about the potions. "There were many great things that had come from being at Hogwarts. I even met your father there...." The conversation had ended abruptly.

The young first-year had refused to show his anxiety—a trait that he had inherited from his father--on the first day at Hogwarts, when fellow classmates were called forward to be placed in their houses. Adrian was finally called up to the chair, and with a long moment of contemplation, the Sorting Hat shrieked “Slytherin!” and the boy went down to the table of people that he had been appointed to, unaware that he had just been introduced to the most proud students on the school.

Adrian grew up under the Slytherin influence to be just as egotistical as the rest of them. If he wanted something, he lied, cheated, and stole to get it. He was glad that Slytherin was his house; he felt that he would not have felt at home with the other houses. Adrian was able to hone his art of destruction, mayhem, and misfortune on others. It was not a hard accomplishment, as this trait was always running through his veins.

The years of Hogwarts were nothing more than a fun time for Adrian. He was an active student, learning what he had to, but most of his memorable times happened outside of class. There was never a day gone by that he had not made a snide remark to a muggle-born student, or to someone that he disliked. His group of friends were well-known to do wrong and get away with it. It was safe to say that he had been in the right house all along.

Founder: Salazar Slytherin

Head of House: Severus Snape/Horace Slughorn

Insignia: Serpent

Traits: Pride, Ambition, Cunning

Ghost: The Bloody Baron

Hogwarts Location: Dungeons ----The Basics---- Name: Adrian Pucey
Birthdate: February, 17
Ancestry: Pureblood
Father: Gavin Pucey
Mother: Janice [Martin] Pucey
Schools Attended: Hogwarts
Wand:: Walnut, dragon heartstring core, 12 inches, unyielding
Titles: Slytherin Quidditch Chaser
Patronus: Wolf
Boggart: Drowning ----Extras---- Personality: Witty, arrogant, and stubborn
Orientation: Straight
Friendship: Only Purebloods or people who are of interest to him.
Favorite class: Potions
Dreaded Class: Herbology
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Brunette
Height: About 6'2
Turn-ons: Long hair, good looks, pureblood, witty personality, bravery
Turn-offs: Clingyness, mudblood, troll-like appearances, pettiness