Before Hogwarts raised its towers to the sky, before names were carved into goblets or whispered by fate, there were houses that did not rise from ambition— but from devotion.
Among the oldest of these stood the Great and Ancient Noble House of Solaris, a lineage bound not to shadow or flame, but to the living brilliance of light itself.
It is said their first ancestors did not merely cast spells—they answered a call.
That when the world was young and magic still listened to gods, the Sun God Apollo looked upon them with favor, and gifted them a fragment of his radiance.
From that blessing came wands that glowed warm in loyal hands, eyes that saw truth in the dark, and a bloodline that learned to command light not as a weapon—but as a promise.
Yet even ancient houses are not immortal.
Power wanes. Faith fractures. And miracles, when repeated too often, begin to feel like myth.
Until one child is born who reminds the world why legends were written at all.
Aurora Célestè Solaris— only daughter and most precious treasure of Solaris,
golden-haired beneath the sun, her magic neither taught nor tempered by wood or core.
She does not raise a wand to summon light.
Light answers her willingly.
And as the heavens once chose her House,
so too does fate place her path beside another—a boy shaped by storms and silence, a Seeker who flies as though the sky itself remembers him, whose heart knows discipline, loss, and longing in equal measure.
Some bonds are forged in fire.
Others in darkness.
But the rarest of all are written in light— and seen only by those brave enough to look directly at the sun.
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Solaris (Viktor Krum x OC)
FanfictionWhen a famous Quidditch player and Triwizard champion meets the embodiment of light and the sun
