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Daletus Bellevue. That was his full name. Sitting in the dimly lit room, tied to a chair, he began to disclose all of his secrets. Apparently, during the “war on magical creatures” that MACUSA waged before the 60s, a tribe of Native American Rougarous went into hiding. How you might ask, when they had to feed every 101 days to transfer the curse? They had found a way to cycle the curse only through the tribe. If someone outside of the tribe was bitten, they would hunt to kill, not to transfer. They placed a sleeping curse on each other and went into a kind of stasis. This is where his daughter, Sasha, entered the scene. She had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Entering the place where they rested had tripped a sentry to awaken and attack out of starvation. The curse was transferred before the poor Rou knew what he had done. By the time he had gained his composure, Sasha was long gone.
The clock had started
And Dale’s wand had cracked trying to reverse the curse. That kind of dark magic can’t be easily broken. His spell had rebounded, cracking the shaft to an irreparable state. That last spell ended his wand. “Please, you have to help me find her! We have to get to her before they do and before she kills! I have found a way to reverse it but we have to find her!” Just then, Miss Beauvais appeared in the corner of the room. “Come with me you two, there is something you need to see.” #memoirsofawandmaker #jkrowling #harrypotter #wandsattheready #fanfiction #ravenclaw #wandmaker