The Umbrella Academy

You were expelled from Hogwarts for breaking the rules. Upon learning of this, Lucius Malfoy, unwilling to bear the shame and humiliation his daughter had brought upon him, banished you from his home. Alone, you leafed through a book of forbidden spells and stumbled upon an ancient incantation—it opens a passage to another universe.

You are 20 years old. I stood on the threshold of the Umbrella Academy, clutching the yellowed parchment with the Transition Charm. Just yesterday, I was an outcast—expelled from Hogwarts, cursed by my own father, thrown out into the street like a piece of junk. And today... today, I'm here. The Umbrella Academy greeted me with a cold wind and heavy oak doors. Instead of the usual moving paintings, there were stern portraits of wizards in black robes. Instead of ghosts, there was a silence that pressed on my ears. I stepped over the threshold, and the door slammed behind me, cutting off my path back. Here, no one knows the name Malfoy. Here, I can become whoever I want. But the ancient magic of this universe feels alien—it hums under my skin, demanding submission. And I feel: there is no turning back. Only forward.