The night Keith Argus Runcandel was born, the ancient halls of the Runcandel estate shimmered with magic so old that even the world of wizards had forgotten its name. Silver moonlight poured through the high windows, reflecting in the newborn's hair — a soft, pale silver that seemed to glow on its own.
Lucian Alaric Runcandel held his son as though the boy were a priceless treasure.
"He has your eyes," Lenore whispered, brushing her fingers through the baby's silvery hair. "And your stubborn expression."
Lucian laughed, deep and warm, the sound filling the room with life.
"Then we're both doomed when he grows up."
Lenore leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes soft with warmth. "Doomed," she agreed, smiling.
In the corner of the room, a small girl watched with sparkling amethyst eyes — Luna Runcandel, five years old, newly adopted, and already fiercely protective of the child she considered her little brother.
The moment Lenore placed Keith into Luna's arms, the girl's tiny hands tightened around him with surprising strength. She had never held something so fragile, so warm, so precious.
"Luna," Lenore said gently, "what do you think?"
Luna looked up with determined eyes.
"He's my brother," she said firmly.
Then, after a pause, "I'll protect him. Forever."
Lucian and Lenore exchanged a look — one of love, pride, and unspoken decisions.
It was that night they agreed: Luna would be Keith's fiancée, when they were older. The bond between them was already forming naturally, and Luna accepted the idea the instant it was spoken—without hesitation, without fear.
To Luna, Keith was more than family.
He was her light.
Three Years Later
Keith was three years old when everything changed.
Luna was ten — already showing terrifying talent in swordsmanship, grace, and a fierce protective aura that reminded every Runcandel retainer of the family's ancient legends.
Lucian and Lenore had left for what should have been an ordinary business trip.
But the plane never reached its destination.
The news shattered the estate.
Luna didn't cry at first. She simply grabbed Keith, pulling him into her arms as the adults around them collapsed in grief. Only when Keith pressed his tiny face into her shoulder did she break, her quiet sobs shaking both their bodies.
From that moment, Luna swore — silently, fiercely — that she would never let Keith be alone again.
The Weight of Inheritance
The following weeks were filled with chaos, investigations, and political maneuverings. The House of Runcandel was one of the oldest and wealthiest in England, with influence spanning the Muggle and wizarding worlds — though the latter was a secret known only to the patriarchs.
Enemies circled like vultures.
But Lucian's allies — the Blacks, Bones, Greengrass, Longbottoms, Olivanders, Flamels, and more — closed ranks around the two silver-haired children.
Together, they secured the inheritance.
The wealth.
The titles.
The future.
At just three years old, Keith became the sole heir of House Runcandel.
And Luna, with her terrifying skill and noble aura, became his shield.
The Ancestor's Will
One stormy evening, as Luna and Keith sorted through documents in the ancestral study, they found it — a sealed envelope marked with the crest of Temar Runcandel, the first patriarch.
Luna carefully broke the ancient wax seal.
Inside was a letter written in elegant, flowing script.
It spoke of the wizarding world.
Of vaults filled with gold.
Of stores and brooms and magical contracts.
Of Wizengamot seats and secrets hidden for centuries.
Keith, sounding out the words with difficulty, read aloud:
"…you, my descendant, must carry both legacies — the sword and the wand…"
The moment he finished the line, Keith swayed.
"Keith?" Luna's voice cracked.
He collapsed, unconscious, his small body falling forward.
"KEITH!"
Panic surged through Luna as she caught him. Her sword aura flickered uncontrollably, warping the air around her with raw emotion. She lifted him and rushed through the halls, her steps light but trembling.
She placed him gently in his bed, brushing his silver hair from his forehead.
For hours she sat beside him, holding his hand tightly with both of hers.
She whispered to him, begging him to wake.
Promising she'd never leave him.
Eventually exhaustion dragged at her eyelids.
Still holding his hand, she leaned forward.
"Don't scare me like that again… Keith… my brother… my husband-to-be…"
Her voice softened, her breathing deepening.
With a final protective squeeze of his hand, Luna slipped into sleep beside him — wrapped around him protectively, as though even in dreams she stood guard.
The moonlight washed over the two silver-haired heirs.
And in that quiet, fragile moment, the future of House Runcandel began to change.