Wow, it has been a while. 2023 was a bit of strange year for me, with not one, but two job moves within the same company while also buying a new house and renovating it. 2024 is going to be a refresh, a start of a new year and new writing goals. As I said... Continue Reading →
Hope everyone is well and looking forward to christmas and a new year. I moved into my house in July, but have since been organising it and having some renovations done. This had led to a permanent delay in the sequel to Harry Potter and the Black Family Legacy. I am hoping to get it... Continue Reading →
In a world where magic is forbidden, a young orphan discovers he has the ability to control the elements. he must keep his powers hidden or risk being executed by the ruling authorities. However, when a group of rebels seeks him out and offers to teach his how to harness his abilities, he must decide whether to risk everything to join their cause and fight against the oppressive government, or to keep his powers hidden and stay safe. Along the way, he will face challenges, make allies, and discover the true extent of his magical powers.
After the events of last year, Harry Black enters his sixth year more confident with a new family surrounding him. But there is traitor in the castle and a dark prince helpind Lord Voldemort rise again. Harry must find the strength to finish what Voldemort started sixteen years ago.
The House of Black family Elves
Castles in the clouds
“Faolán,” a voice hissed almost causing the child’s foot to slip. The boy turned around to look at his childhood friend as he hung on the window.
Neville Longbottom, Marquess of Grossmont
Harry Black looked out across the Forbidden forest from his position on the Astronomy tower. Thestrals wheeled and dodged each other in the dying light of the sun. Crimson light streaked across the sky, subsiding into velvety blackness. For the beginning of June, it was a beautiful evening in the British Isles, even more surprisingly in the middle of Scotland. Harry looked out onto the heavens as he gripped and re-gripped the sword at his waist. His father had dressed him up as some kind of medieval knight, telling him it was traditional dress. He wore black breeches and calf-length boots. He wore a tunic of deep blue, which had the Black Family Coats of Arms stitched into it. The sword was Excalibur borrowed from Flitwick.
The Scribe 