Dio's story begins with his family. His dad who never was successful with women was pushed to find himself a pureblood wife. Unfortunately for him he picked his old classmate as she had been one of the few girls who ever spoke a word with him. He was soft spoken and kind, she was wild and quite crazy. When Dio was a year old, she decided her husband was boring, meek and weak and decided to put an end to his life. Of course this was made to look like an accident. From then on she set her mind on making sure her son wouldn’t end up being weak like his father. So she began ‘training’ him . Dio grew up in a highly toxic environment which left both mental and physical scars on the boy.

The summer after his second year his mother and he would move in with her sibling. Since his mother was quite emotionally unstable, she couldn’t hold on to a job for long. Vito owned a small wand shop in Knockturn which had very experimental wands and magical items. They didn’t concern themselves with their sister or her child. They only took them in because they had a sense of regret, never standing up to their parents which caused their sister to be who she was today.

When Dio was little he often played outside. Even when they lived in the dark streets of Knockturn Alley, Dio had never felt at danger. He always stayed close to the apartment above his auncle’s shop and his mother could often jump in if someone tried anything. Besides that he was easily recognizable; he was a walking miniature version of his mother. And most people knew not to mess with the crazy witch. Not that it was needed, he fit right in with the dark streets and was very welcomed.

He often tried to play with kids from the same streets, but often he and his playmates got hurt in the process. Or in dangerous positions. Many parents didn’t want their kids to play with him anymore. And he often got the blame if something bad happened. Dio didn’t understand why, because he never had been rude to the adults. Outside he often looked for mischief. Thus causing him to find some things which children shouldn’t see at a young age.

When he turned eleven, his auncle made him his first and only wand. It was very special to him since he knew how hard Vito had worked on it. Dio didn’t know what he’d do if anything would happen to it. As soon as he started his classes at Hogwarts, he began to notice how different people were. Often he found himself in a fierce discussion about certain things. It was especially the rules on staying up late and specific behaviour in class he had trouble with.

Dio does not believe in blood purity and once wanted to prove it by cutting his thumb and a muggleborn’s thumb and then comparing the blood. However the other kids looked like they’d seen a ghost. Some pureblood kids called him a freak and the muggleborn girl whimpered and tried to get away. Dio shrugged and didn’t understand why they were acting strange. He’d seen blood before. He’d opened his knees many times on the streets. In fact his mum usually made him bleed on a daily basis. Some people were good at overreacting.

Since he loves pranks to get rid of the boredom, Dio has a subscription on detention.

After apparently a group of students had gone into the forest and pissed off the local centaurs, it was up to the groundskeeper to make peace with them. Now he liked humans generally and he loved horses. But horse people? For some reason they just didn’t mingle. The centaurs were so serious, they reminded him of his younger brother. Eventually he managed to buy them off, it took long enough but he could finally return. Whistling to the tune of 9 to 5 by the legendary Dolly Parton whom the chicken on his shoulder was named after, Maxwell McCree wandered back to the school grounds.


A shriek made him change direction in a fast yet steady tempo. He slowed down once he was close enough and had vision. From ther he walked in a casual speed, with both his hands in pockets towards the tree. “Well Ah be darned, Dolly. Ah did not know kids be growin’ on trees these days,” he chuckle as he stopped under the tree, close enough to catch the student in case she’d fall out. However for now he’d let her sweat a little longer, made her think on why exactly she wasn’t supposed to be here. “Ya think this one is ripe for the harvest?” He said once more to the chicken before turning to the student again. “Howdy, kiddo? Whatcha doin’ there?”

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