Isadora Pinkheart.
Nobody truly knew where she came from. Not even the most academic records had anything on her. She was a phantom wrapped in skin—breathing, walking, existing… but with no traceable past.
Her parents?
No!
Her childhood home?
No!
Her siblings?
Nothing!
There was absolutely nothing about her—no stories, no lineage, no memories shared. Like a character written into the world without a backstory.
Even Snape, the man who once claimed to be her master, had only the faintest thread of truth. All he ever truly knew was this—Isadora belonged to a Fox Tribe. But not just any tribe—one long forgotten by time, one thought to have been annihilated thousands of years ago.
Her fox form had been exposed purely by accident when Snape's own sacred flames had burned away her disguise during one of their sparring sessions. If not for that incident, even he might have gone his entire life never knowing she wasn't entirely what she seemed.
