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Ella Esterwale is the last known heir of a family long thought extinct-one of the most powerful pureblood lines in magical history, whispered to include shared blood with Hogwarts itself. Her ancestor, Elias Esterwale, bore the unimaginable burden of four soulmates-Godric, Rowena, Helga, and Salazar. It was love and decrease that fractured them, and it was grief that nearly erased the Esterwale name when Salazar Slytherin ended his own life, snapping their soul-thread and breaking Elias's heart beyond repair.

Centuries passed. The Esterwales vanished into myth. But a prophecy, buried beneath the shadow of Voldemort's ascend, spoke of their return.

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