Another midnight had fallen over the Morgan estate, casting a peaceful stillness across its towering stone walls and endless hallways. Yet for young Adam, it was merely the beginning of another journey into the castle’s hidden corners, guided by the flickering light of a handheld lantern and his faithful house-elf, Wimble, at his side. The young elf had a certain reluctance about these adventures, but loyalty bound him to follow. They moved quietly, slipping through corridors with silent steps, Adam’s small frame darting eagerly from one closed door to the next.

But tonight, like many other nights before, disappointment quickly set in. Each door they encountered was either bolted shut or enchanted with a protective charm. Adam tried everything from politely asking the doors to unlock to persuading Wimble to apparate inside. But Wimble, bowing apologetically, always refused. “Master Adam, only open rooms,” Wimble said with an apologetic shake of his head. “Those are the rules.”

Suppressing a sigh, Adam cast a side glance at Wimble, feeling a pang of regret. Perhaps he’d chosen poorly by bringing his elf companion along, he thought. Without him, Adam was certain he could have gotten into far more rooms—no house-elf would have been there to stop him. Still, Wimble was steadfast in his devotion, and Adam wasn’t entirely sure he’d want to attempt such explorations alone in a castle this vast.

Eventually, they entered a lush, dimly lit room filled with strange plants and a misty, greenish glow emanating from large glass cases. They had wandered into the botanical room—a greenhouse within the castle, attached to the structure yet breathing with an otherworldly ambiance. Giant ferns, enchanted orchids, and even a tree with shifting, glowing leaves stretched toward the ceiling. Adam reached out to touch one of the flowers, but Wimble pulled him back gently.

“Master Adam, some plants here are very sensitive. Best to admire from afar,” Wimble murmured.

Reluctantly, Adam pulled his hand back, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the strange vegetation. He wondered why his family would keep such a place within their home, as though nature itself had somehow infiltrated the castle.

They moved on, passing meeting rooms with high-backed chairs and dark wooden tables, laboratories with shelves filled with dusty potion vials, and the occasional broom closet. In the labs, the glass containers, cauldrons, and magical apparatus were all meticulously locked away, denying him the pleasure of a closer examination. The lack of access was almost maddening, and with each failed attempt, Adam grew more frustrated, questioning the value of his late-night companion.

As they ventured deeper into the castle, Adam’s attention was caught by a stone staircase spiraling downwards into shadow. He took a few tentative steps forward, his curiosity now fixed on what lay beneath—the dungeon. But as he stepped forward, Wimble placed a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder, shaking his head.

“The dungeon is off-limits, young master,” he said in a low tone. “The security here is too strong, even for someone as clever as you.”

Adam frowned, curiosity ignited but deflated by the restriction. “Is it really that dangerous?”

Wimble gave a grave nod. “Indeed. Not even I could get you through safely. It’s a part of the castle that serves more serious purposes.”

Realizing the dungeon would have to remain a mystery for now, Adam relented, casting one last wistful glance before turning away. His explorations continued over the next few months, each night uncovering a new layer of intrigue within the castle’s walls. Yet no matter how often he wandered, he still felt like he’d barely scratched the surface. And every evening, he returned to the library to expand his knowledge further, determined to uncover more about his family and his heritage.

One night, as they made their rounds, Adam noticed something unusual—a door he distinctly remembered as locked during a previous visit now stood slightly ajar, casting a faint glow onto the stone floor. Heart pounding with excitement, he glanced at Wimble, whose eyes widened in surprise but did not protest as Adam crept toward the room. Inside, the warm, flickering light revealed his father, seated at a large table, engrossed in his work.

His father glanced up, surprise flickering across his face as he met his son’s gaze. Adam froze, caught in a moment of indecision, wondering if he should flee back into the shadows. But his father’s expression softened, and he beckoned Adam inside.

“Curious, are we?” he said with a smile, his eyes reflecting a mixture of amusement and intrigue.

Adam, now emboldened, took a few cautious steps forward. His father gestured to the strange, intricate apparatus spread out across the table, a gleaming pendant resting among them. It was an object Adam recognized immediately, even if his father hadn’t explained—a time-turner.

“What’s that?” he asked, his tone filled with innocent curiosity.

His father’s eyes twinkled knowingly. “This, my son, is an advanced piece of magic. It’s something I’m trying to make more... efficient.” He paused, clearly choosing his words carefully. “Perhaps one day you’ll learn how it works. For now, let’s just say it’s best suited for someone with a great deal of experience.”

Adam tilted his head, as though considering his father’s words, though a wealth of memories from his past life surged up within him. He knew the powers of a time-turner all too well—from the third Harry Potter movie and even from glimpses of its use in The Cursed Child. But he feigned ignorance, deciding to play along with his father’s caution.

“Is it dangerous?” he asked, a faint pout crossing his face as he tried to hold back his curiosity.

His father nodded, smiling at Adam’s careful expression. “Very much so. But perhaps, when you’re old enough for Hogwarts, we can revisit this conversation.” He ruffled Adam’s hair fondly, ending the discussion there. Though the answer satisfied his father, it did little to quell the questions that continued to swirl in Adam’s mind as he walked back to his room. His thoughts raced with ideas of time travel, magical possibilities, and adventures yet to come.

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But the next day, Adam’s midnight escapades came to an abrupt halt. His father had casually mentioned his late-night visit, which resulted in his mother’s gentle reprimand over breakfast. She turned to Wimble, who gave a sorrowful bow, confessing to their late-night excursions. Feeling both betrayed and mildly amused, Adam could only watch as his mother’s disapproval melted into a smile.

“Adam, no more night adventures for now,” she said, her voice carrying a playful yet firm tone. “But if you’d like to visit the library, you’re welcome to join me. I’ll help you find the best books—during daylight hours, of course.”

Happily, Adam embraced her, grateful for the compromise. That evening, over dinner, his grandparents joined them. His father and mother shared amused glances while his grandparents gave him approving nods, clearly entertained by their grandson’s curiosity. The conversation meandered through family history, tales of past achievements, and lessons on how each of them had contributed to the family’s prosperity. His grandfather in particular seemed delighted by Adam’s inquisitive nature, and he hinted at many more family secrets awaiting him in the future.

Over the years, his adventures grew quieter yet no less rich with discovery, his explorations continuing in the pages of ancient tomes. By the time he turned five, he no longer needed anyone’s help to reach the library, and he had read nearly every accessible book within it. The restricted section, however, remained a forbidden mystery. His one attempt to cross into it had been met with an unexpected enchantment, casting him into a dizzying illusion that left him lost within his own mind. His mother had found him hours later, and though her anger was mild, she made her point clear—some areas were not for young eyes.

As Adam delved deeper into his studies, he began piecing together the intricate legacy of the Morgan family.

From ancient texts, he learned that the Morgans’ influence extended back to the days of Merlin himself. Long before magic was formally structured within society, the Morgans had amassed wealth and power that stretched across Europe. Known as one of the wealthiest families of the medieval world, they held vast lands, titles, and estates that would later form the foundation of several European nations. Yet, at that time, magic remained little more than folklore to them—a mysterious art, not a pathway to power.

Then, the records told of an unprecedented alliance with Merlin. Recognizing the Morgans' vast resources and connections, Merlin sought their support in preserving magical knowledge against dark forces seeking its destruction. In return, he offered them his protection, arcane knowledge, and alliances with other early magical figures. This partnership marked the beginning of the Morgans’ magical journey, endowing them with powerful enchantments and wards that would endure, even into Adam's time.

It became clear that Merlin had not only allied with the Morgans but had also mentored them, guiding select family members in the ways of magic. The very architecture of their ancestral castle bore his mark; its fortifications, hidden chambers, and preserved artifacts all reflected his influence. Through his tutelage, the Morgans learned to weave powerful spells around their lands, rendering them nearly impenetrable to all but the most skilled wizards.

Over the centuries, the Morgan dynasty flourished. They safeguarded magical knowledge and expanded their reach beyond the magical community. Their territories spanned almost every corner of Europe, encompassing castles, forests, lakes, and villages protected by potent enchantments. Certain hidden valleys became sanctuaries for rare magical creatures: dragons roamed secluded cliffsides in Wales, while unicorns and Thestrals found refuge in deep, enchanted forests. The Morgans’ lands became havens for these beings, binding the family to the guardianship of magical creatures as part of Merlin’s legacy.

Yet the Morgans’ reach extended far beyond the magical realm. In the Muggle world, they built a quiet empire. Through strategic alliances and financial acumen, they amassed influence over industries that shaped history. The library’s tomes detailed ventures into shipping, railways, banking, and mining. During the Industrial Revolution, entire cities sprang up around Morgan-owned mines, factories, and trade routes, laying the groundwork for Muggle industry across Europe and multiplying the family’s wealth. To Adam’s amazement, he even recognized certain corporate names from his past life—companies he never would have imagined had ties to his family.

By the turn of the 20th century, the Morgans’ influence had seeped into Muggle politics. Operating through intermediaries, they influenced governments and legislation without attracting attention. While most Muggles remained unaware, the family held quiet sway over institutions, maneuvering with a subtlety only rivaled by their magical prowess.

As Adam continued his research, he uncovered links to companies he recognized from his previous life—firms spanning pharmaceuticals, banking, and media—all with Morgan connections. Though family members rarely held formal titles, they discreetly controlled major stakes, using these assets to influence Muggle society with the same finesse they wielded magic.

Adam’s heart raced as he discovered his family’s standing within the wizarding world, too. Revered among wizarding families, the Morgans rarely took public positions or flaunted their power. Despite their wealth and connections, they preferred to wield influence quietly, lingering behind the scenes of councils and governing bodies across Europe. Leaders worldwide sought the family’s counsel, and their resources subtly shaped major shifts within the magical community.

Legends hinted that the Morgans had played pivotal roles in ending conflicts over the centuries, sending aid where it was most needed without revealing themselves. Even the Ministry of Magic respected the Morgans, consulting them on magical law and diplomacy. Few families could rival their influence; while other pure-blood dynasties held prestige, the Morgans’ reach spanned both the magical and Muggle worlds, underpinned by centuries of financial acumen, magical alliances, and strategic foresight.

After months of reading, exploring, and piecing together these details, Adam finally began to grasp the weight of his family’s legacy. He felt a swell of pride in belonging to this powerful lineage. Though he had experienced wealth and privilege before, he now understood the full picture: the Morgans’ quiet dominance threaded through all of Europe and beyond, their influence almost invisible yet deeply entrenched.

For the first time, Adam felt a wave of relief, knowing he wouldn’t need to worry about resources—or much else—ever again

As part of his preparation, his mother began guiding him through etiquette lessons, teaching him to carry himself with the dignity expected of a Morgan. Through family discussions, he learned that his grandparents managed the magical affairs, while his father and extended family handled Muggle enterprises. His curiosity grew even further when he learned that he would soon begin magical training, well before Hogwarts.

For now, though, he continued his quiet studies, absorbing every bit of knowledge he could from the pages of ancient books, readying himself for whatever lay ahead.