Arther Alucar

In the year 1899, two individuals who would later be known far and wide in the wizarding world met each other and became fast friends. The future exalted grand wizard, Albus Dumbledore, and the future dark lord, Gellert Grindelwald.

After forming a deep friendship, they began to share their views on the world and the living beings within it...

It has been many centuries since the ICW instituted the SOS decry following the Salem Witch Trials...

At the time of their first meeting, both Albus and Gellert saw the statute of secrecy enacted by the International Confederation of Wizards as bogus, and there was no reason for the wizards to hide from muggle society.

They saw how the confederation, along with other wizard governmental bodies were taking drastic and tyrannical action against their own kind to force witches and wizards to abide by unnatural and unfair laws that many wizard-kind saw as harmful, and reproachful beyond compare.

The two gifted young men saw magic as something truly pure and noble, to take such a blessing granted by nature itself and suppress it, to hide it from those not granted such power, in their view, was a sin.

Gellert, in particular, believed that magic existed for a higher purpose, for something far greater than themselves. That sole belief led to the ideology that sparked the actions taken by the future Dark Lord Grindelwald.

...

A year after the doomed friendship between the future dark and light leaders was formed, something that would change the wizarding and muggle worlds as we know them happened at the turn of the century.

In the winter months of the year 1900, far across the planet on the small island country of Tasmania, the bubonic plague is ravaging the entire population.

In a remote village deep in what is known as "The Great Western Mountains", a young man around the age of eleven woke up with a start.

The boy was previously infected with the plague, along with the rest of his village, and had no hope....he, along with the rest of his friends and family, died from the disease.

'So, this is what happens after death hmm?.... Fascinating!...' thought the young man who was severely injured, barely able to move, laying still on a poorly crafted bed in what could only be described as a wooden shack.

It was cold, but the winter winds didn't seem to bother the boy as he looked out the window in thought...

The young man smiled happily... 'to think that it isn't just an endless void. I've never been so pleased to be wrong...'

The young man closed his eyes, entering into meditation, if one were to listen closely, one could hear mumbling...

*scoff*

"This man could basically be considered a squib, how pitiful...well, let's change that."

[Cansano]

After the spell chant was spoken inwardly, a yellow light began to emanate from the injured young boy. The plague that littered his body began to disappear and many of the internal injuries were healed...

"Hah, well, the ability for this young body to channel magic is abysmal...It looks like I need to start from square one..."

The young man forced himself to sit up in his bed now that the fatal injuries have been taken care of. He crossed his legs painfully and began to steady his breathing, falling into a relaxed meditation.

A smile graced the lips of the young man, the contented smile could not be removed even in the middle of a village of corpses...

'It actually worked...in one way or another I suppose...'

....

In a tall tower built from what appeared to be solid marble interlayered with runic patterns throughout, was a room adorned lavishly. Not in the ostentatious sense, but like someone who cared for the quality of his possessions, not their appearance.

A small trinket in this bedroom would be worth its weight in galleons had any thief dared to enter the tower, but no, no one dared to offend the grand wizard who calls this tower home.

Held by all wizards as the greatest to ever live on earth, Arthur Alucar set himself above the passed greats...

Neither the ancient wizard Merlin nor the great Albus Dumbledore who died centuries passed could compare, most of this fame came from Arthur's contribution to society as a whole.

Over the span of his close to two hundred-year life, he has brought wizarding society out of its prejudice and bloodline-oriented ways, bringing the wizarding world and the muggle world closer together.

Many books have been written about him, not only his social accomplishments but also his power...

No wizard past or present could compare.....never needing foci (wands, staff, rings, etc..) of any kind to perform magic, he was a true anomaly, pushing spellcraft and magics of all kinds to the limit, he was given the title of Grand Arch Wizard.

Eventually, his title changed one final time to be cemented forever in the annals of history, he as the Grand Magus, Arthur Alucar.

...

The Grand Magus coughed up a little blood as he stared at the few students surrounding his bed. They were currently on the highest floor of the white tower, a safe haven in which the near two-hundred-year-old wizard has lived for the past century...

*deep breath*

"....listen, all of you. It won't be long now, and this old man will head off to the void..."

"Master, please don't say that, please let us use the philosopher's stone to extend your life a little longer..." one of Arthur's students pleaded with tears in their eyes.

"No..." Arthur shook his head..."That stone will have no effect, my time has come and I shall pass soon..."

Earlier in his life, Arther was obsessed with eternal life and after years of preparation, he performed a ritual that supposedly would turn him into a vampire, granting him an eternal lifespan....the ritual included the philosopher's stone as a medium to facilitate the change.

Inevitably, the magic failed and left him injured for a few years...thus ending the future Grand Magus's obsession with eternal life...

The mistake made by Arthur, which he came to figure out much later in life, was that vampires were not products of a bite or simple blood curse.....it's not that simple, like most things.

The first vampire was cursed by death itself to never feel his cold embrace, thus only the progenitor can grant immortality, and even then it has to be freely given. Even those who are granted vampirism are not truly immortal, for they will still die.....it just takes a long time or one of Arthur's more powerful spells.

That ritual was a hastily made mistake by a much younger Arthur, a product of the fiery and adventurous youth who knew no opponent, man or beast, powerful enough to stand against him...oh how the strong are humbled.

Using the last few seconds of his life, Arthur channeled the last bit of magic he could through a mental transmission spell, speaking to each of his disciples...

"Live well and be happy, life is too short for petty feuds and senseless struggle, I will go on without you...you all be sure to come after me, but I hope you will give this old man a good head start as I think I'll need it..."

...

It was only a second, just a small moment of total darkness in the suspended void, when Arthur Alucar opened his eyes once more in the body of an eleven-year-old young lad, dying of the plague in the year 1900, in the far past of his once successful life.