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History: During the early 1700s, there lived a woman by the name of Jane Dorny. Mrs. Dorny's husband, Christopher Dorny, died at an early age, and Jane was made charge of his estate and his farm in eastern Scotland. After this, Jane was known by her neighbors as an odd bird, always wandering around the farms late at night with her young son in tow. Some even claimed she had the ability to talk to animals, which was absolutely absurd indeed! The neighbors became increasingly suspicious of Mrs. Dorny and her new wealth. So much so that they decided to accuse her of being a witch! Although the court acquitted her (by this time educated people no longer believed in witches), legend has it that an angry mob hunted her down and crushed her to death. Their jealousy of her new wealth was the driving factor behind this horrific crime moreso than the suspicions of her being a witch.

That is the story told in the Muggle history books of Scotland. The Wizarding history books of Scotland have things a little bit differently. Little did anyone know, Jane Dorny was indeed a witch, a Ravenclaw in fact, top of her class. And even more shocking still, she wasn't exactly trampled to death at all. While the angry mob stomped and kicked an incredibly life-like doll of Jane Dorny, which she had made herself, of course, Jane was off traveling through Great Britain in hopes of finding a better home. She finally decided on an estate in Wales, where she would raise her son, Marcus Dorny, a Squib. The two lived together until Marcus found a wife, and they gave birth to several more Muggles, the Dorny line of Muggles that was to be broken only when one very special Dorny was born.

Jeremiah James Dorny was born into a relatively small family. It was said that little Miss Gwen was rather jealous when her new baby brother came home from the hospital, and Aggie's and Dylan's hearts were all a-flutter with glee. They would pay so much attention to their little boy that Gwen sort of felt like she needed to break something and make a loud noise just to get her parents to notice her. However, as time went on, Gwen realized her little brother didn't really need all that much attention from their parents, and he wasn't trying to steal her thunder at all. He was just... there. He never really cried all that much and slept through the nights peacefully, for which his parents were quite thankful.

Growing up, Jeremiah was always a curious boy, always watching his mother as she cooked and worked around the house. Whenever Aggie would catch him looking, she would ask him if he had any questions. And he would always reply with the same shake of the head and the same response, "If I have one, you'll be the first to know." He learned to talk very early on but would only say very few things. But one thing was true. If he did have a question, he would quickly run up to someone (the nearest person) and ask them. Often times, he wasn't satisfied with the answer of just one person and would go around asking everyone the same question. Eventually though, Jeremiah learned how to find answers to his questions on his own through reading.

One day, Aggie decided to take her little boy to work with her at the radio station in Bangor. Like always, Jeremiah would sit quietly in the back and observe things. If he had any questions, he would ask his mother, but he very rarely did. He could always somehow figure things out on his own without needing much help from others. On that day, Aggie and her co-DJ had some guests on their radio show, a local band from Wales. There were four members in the band and from what six-year-old Jeremiah could understand, one of them played the drums, the second played the keyboard, the third the bass guitar and the fourth member would play lead guitar and was on lead vocals. The band was to give an in-studio performance for Aggie's show.

The minute this band (whose name Jeremiah never got) started playing their song, Jeremiah's jaw dropped. The song and its lyrics honestly weren't all that good, but the lead guitarist totally rocked the house. Jeremiah wasn't sure what had come over him in that moment, but when the band stopped playing, he felt completely breathless, and his heart was about to leap out of his chest. On their way home, Jeremiah told his mother that one day he would learn to play the guitar like that guy. She simply laughed and messed up his already messy hair. "No mum, I swear to you," he said in a serious voice. "No matter what I go on to do in life, I want to be able to just once make someone feel what I felt in that room today."

And it was so. The next day, Jeremiah had Aggie calling places to buy him a guitar and to start him up on guitar lessons. For the next few months, Jeremiah would learn how to read song notes, what each chord was and the different beats, sounds and rhythms. Although he was anxious to actually start playing the instrument, Jeremiah understood he needed to know about the background of the instrument and music itself in order to fully appreciate the instrument itself. Unfortunately, a week after his seventh birthday (the week Jeremiah was to finally start playing the guitar), Aggie was at work when suddenly, she fainted. When she arrived at the hospital, the doctors told the Dornys that Aggie had breast cancer.

Dylan had to cancel Jeremiah's guitar lessons in order to pay for treatment for Aggie. Jeremiah didn't very much appreciate this, but he knew it was more important to get his mother feeling better than for him learn to play an instrument at that time. And even though he didn't want to admit it, he was quite scared. It was his mother who had introduced him to what would eventually become his passion in life. Jeremiah didn't think he would be able to deal with her not being around. He considers it lucky though that he got to spend two more years with his mother after she was diagnosed. They weren't the happiest years of his life, but during those years, he learned things about his mother that he would never ever forget.

He didn't want it to happen, but he somehow knew it would. He could tell just by the way she couldn't walk around the house any more. He would have flashbacks of him sitting on the kitchen floor watching her make dinner and wash dishes. Now, he would sit on the kitchen floor and watch dishes pile up with no one to clean them. His father had to work and when he would come home, he would go straight to his mother's side. Jeremiah didn't blame him. He would do the same thing when he would come home from primary school.

Those last few days of Aggie's life were possibly the worst days of Jeremiah's life. He always loved going to school, because he loved to read. However, the sicker his mother got at home, the more Jeremiah couldn't concentrate in school. His thoughts would always travel back to her and to his guitar, which had been collecting dust in the corner of his room for two years. He wouldn't dare pick it up. He didn't think it was fair for him to enjoy something as simple as music while his mother was in such a state.

Then, Jeremiah came home one day to find that his mother was no longer in her bed. She was no where in the house, and Jeremiah didn't have to look around to know that. He knew what had happened, almost as if he had been there to witness it, almost as if it was written on the walls of the room like a book. She was gone. That night, Jeremiah curled up in his mother's bed on the side where she would always sleep, and he cried until he couldn't he couldn't cry any more. He doesn't remember much about that, except that his sister walked in at some point and offered him water. He couldn't drink. He thought he would throw up.

The funeral was a silly affair. Jeremiah felt numb, and people kept coming up to him and hugging him as if he'd won some sort of award, people he hardly knew either. They kept saying they were sorry. He didn't know what that meant, and he had a funny feeling that neither did they. It was just something to say when someone you really loved died, and you didn't want them to. But sorry was a word to say when you had an accident. In Jeremiah's mind, this was no accident. It wasn't anyone's fault. It was just something that happened, and perhaps it was even meant to happen, because the next day, Jeremiah picked up his guitar and played it for the first time in his life without even knowing a single song. He would go on to teach himself how to play the guitar.

Two summers after his mother died, Jeremiah started receiving the most unusual mail...through owls! The first one was a letter from a school he had never heard of before in his life. He had just turned eleven, and suddenly this school was sending him letters saying he was a wizard. Jeremiah wasn't sure what to make of such a thing. He showed his sister who simply shrugged and continued to make dinner. When he went to show his father, Dylan nearly fell off his chair. "A wizard?! D-D-D-D-Did you just say wizard, Jeremiah James?" Jeremiah blinked and took two steps back, simply handing his father the letter. Whenever his father used both of his names, something serious was definitely up.

Dylan read over the letter carefully, and it took him a bit longer than was necessary to respond to it. "Well?" Jeremiah asked after a long pause. "Can I go?" Dylan sort of hissed but nodded after a while, handing Jeremiah his letter back. Jeremiah grinned but mentally wrote himself a note. There was something about the way his father reacted that made him curious about this school and about wizards in general. He then set off to learn everything he could about this Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry!

Soon though, it was September 1st, and Jeremiah arrived at Platform 9 3/4 with a trunk full of books and a spooked dad trailing behind him. Everything about it intrigued him, from the train ride to the boat ride across the lake. Admittedly, the lake part scared the crap out of him, because he hated water, but once he was on solid ground, he was just fine. That night, Jeremiah was sorted into Ravenclaw and met those who would become his best friends. He was immediately enthralled by the castle, and his favourite classes quickly became History of Magic and Charms. That Olivander bloke said something about his being good at Charms. Jeremiah thought that was very cool, and he wasted no time researching something that had been nagging him for months: the name Dorny in the Library.

At first, he didn't find very much, just a lot of references to several places and a mocking of the song "Joyful, Joyful, we adorny". Come second year, he tried again to find something of interest, though he didn't really like to leave his Common Room much that year. Muggleborns were being attacked, and Jeremiah certainly didn't want to have his name in the papers for something like that. Being a famous musician? Yes. Being petrified by Merlin knows what in your own school, where you're supposed to feel completely and totally safe at all times? Pass. Another year gone by, and Jeremiah still hadn't found a single useful piece of information about his past. Luckily, he wasn't petrified either.

Third year came with a bit of a twist. He took Care of Magical Creatures as well as Ancient Runes. He also brought his guitar to school and began by serenading his dorm mates on the first night back. He was lucky they didn't throw tomatoes at him. Finally, that year, Jeremiah got permission to go into the Restricted Section for a special project he had to do for Ancient Runes. He took the opportunity to also do a bit of Dorny history research as well. It was here where he found the name of Jane Dorny in passing. Quickly, he wrote it down and began his search.

The summer before fourth year was the Quidditch World Cup. Jeremiah wasn't very much interested in Quidditch. He much preferred to stay home and interrogate his father about what he knew about a Jane Dorny. Jeremiah had found the story of how Jane fled from Scotland after Muggles persecuted her and how she moved to Wales with her Squib son. Dylan reluctantly told Jeremiah about a myth in their family, about an old witch named Jane Dorny. People used to call her a witch, though everyone in the Dorny family denied it and simply said she was just a bit on the odd side. It was sort of taboo to talk about her, but now that Jeremiah was a wizard as well, it sort of defeated the purpose to keep it all quiet.

Jeremiah went to the Muggle library soon after his conversation with his father and checked out all sorts of books about the history of Scotland. He would read all of these throughout the course of his fourth year and would learn all of the details surrounding Mrs. Jane Dorny and his family history. Fourth year was also the year of the Triwizard Tournament. Jeremiah was all for school unity, and he cheered on both of the Hogwarts contestants. He went to the Yule Ball with Megan Jones, whom he dated briefly, and later on was rather shocked when Cedric Diggory was murdered. All this time, Jeremiah had been so caught up in his own family's wizarding history that he hadn't paid much attention to the history in the making right in front of his eyes.

Fifth year was Boring with a capital B. Everyone was studying for OWLs (some people were freaking out actually), and although Jeremiah was also studying (yeah right) at some point, he would have much preferred to be reading up on Death Eaters and this Harry Potter bloke whom everyone thought was a superstar for no apparent reason. Except that maybe he sort of killed the most powerful Dark Wizard of the age when he was just a baby and then supposedly again when he was 11 years old and then again at 14 but that was after he battled this dragon, some merpeople, underwater, nasty, animal thingies and a scary looking, man-eating maze thing. Yeah, Jeremiah was pretty much convinced this guy was a fluke. A totally cool fluke, but a fluke nonetheless. I mean... It's not like he can play a guitar or anything like that. Gosh!

It turned out that Jeremiah did fairly well on his OWLs, and he got all the classes he wanted to get for his sixth year back. That year was slightly weird, what with the rearranging of teachers all around and then Dumbledore being murdered with rumours that Draco Malfoy was behind it, and Snape was all flip-flopping on sides. It was all too confusing and a bit too scary to think about. Jeremiah was sort of glad when it was all over, and although he did realize that someone actually getting the one up on Dumbledore could potentially be bad news for the school, he vowed to return for another year of learning and frivolity. Besides, he so wanted to learn how to make an incredibly life-like doll of himself too! You know... just in case.

Seventh year seemed to be quite brutal in the sense that once again Muggleborns were being persecuted... just for being Muggleborns, and it was really getting to be ridiculous. Jeremiah was convinced that the Carrows were just about as insane as they could come, and he made it a point to stay in his dorm for most of that year, tuning into the WWN for Potter Watch! He had to admit it was an interesting concept to highjack the WWN for rebellious activities, and he was only slightly disappointed that he hadn't thought of it first. During the battle of Hogwarts, Jeremiah did his best to protect the younger of the students. He didn't get a big piece of the action, though he did break his ankle when a piece of the floor gave way under his feet.

After Hogwarts, Jeremiah decided to travel back to Wales to perhaps figure out a way to get hooked up with the WWN. He never forgot the promise he made to his mother way back when, that he would strive to give people that amazing feeling he felt when he was younger. Of course, with his knowledge of music as well as a nice voice for on-air broadcasting, the witches and wizards there decided to offer him a part time, voicing commercials and such. It was here where he met Sabrina Falcon.

Sabrina was the reception for the Cardiff branch of the WWN and a former Gryffindor about two years older than Jeremiah. The connection between them was almost immediate, and after a few dates, they were officially the cutest couple around the station. Not long after they started dating, Sabrina told Jeremiah that she was pregnant, and Jeremiah nearly fainted while on-air. There was about a minute of dead silence. He certainly wasn't expecting something like that! And while he did believe that he loved her, he wasn't sure that either of them was ready to start a family just yet.

Regardless, Sabrina did not want to have an abortion, and Jeremiah quickly figured in some numbers. They would probably be able to make it if he took on five jobs and lived on pure caffeine alone. He didn't mind though. The idea of having a mini-Miah was cute. Unfortunately, tragedy struck Jeremiah once again. While Sabrina was able to deliver a healthy baby boy, whom they had decided to name Shia, she developed complications soon after child birth and died. As Jeremiah held his son in his arms, he couldn't help but cry. Shia would never get to meet his mother or even know what she was like, and he suddenly felt grateful that he was able to spend so much time with his own mother.

It was an ironic turn of events that his son would have to share the same fate he did of being raised by his father. However, he wanted to do so much better for his son. He wanted to tell his son everything there was to know about his family. Eventually, Jeremiah found himself at yet another funeral, this time, his girlfriend's. Again, he felt like an empty shell as people came by single file to give him their condolences. Only this time, he was much older and accepted their apologies with ease. He was glad that he had Shia there, because he would often have to keep the boy quiet. Thus, very few people disturbed him.

As the years went on, Shia grew older, stronger and healthy. At seven years old, he now enjoys chocolate, Christmas trees, spending time with his Auntie Gwen and going with Da to work. It took a while, but eventually, the general director of the WWN branch in Cardiff gave Jeremiah his own show. It was called Thirty Minutes With Miah. Here, he spends time interviewing artists and musicians of the Wizarding World, taking floo messages and giving out tickets to concerts and shows. Occasionally, he'll play a little bit of his own guitar, and Shia will sing "You Charmed The Heart Right Out Of Me" by Celestina Warbeck for all the listeners of Wales.