Vincent Deneb Vega

Vincent Vega
Biographical Information
Full name	Vincent Deneb Vega
Born	21 October 1942
Birthplace	London, UK
Deceased	30 September 1959
Residence	The Hogwarts Castle
Nationality	English
Blood Status	Pureblood
Education	Hogwarts (1954-1959), Ravenclaw
Class	1961
Physical Information
Gender	Male
Hair colour	Brown
Eye colour	Green
Family Information
Parents	Jovian Errai Vega, Petra Ellwood-Luxe
Siblings	Carl Arcturus Vega (b.1935), Joseph Alkaid Vega (b.1940), Reuben Elnath Vega (b.1945)
Other Family Members	Lukas Altair, The Vega Family, The Ellwood-Luxe Family
Magical Characteristics
Wand	Red Oak, Unicorn hair core
Patronus	Swan
Affiliation
Occupation	Ghost
Former Occupation(s)	Student

Current status: Ghost

Age: Forever 16 / 6th year student

Deceased: 21 October 1959

Deathplace: The Forbidden Forest

Cause of death: Werewolf attack

Recognisable features: Wearing Ravenclaw robes which are bloodied and torn accross the shoulder to reveal a deep slash wound that ends at his neck

Story: Trapped in a music box for 13 years, released 1972

Haunt: A small music box, the Hogwarts Castle, The Castle grounds

Most usually found: The Dungeons, the South Tower, the Library (at night)

Likes: Music, playing the piano, reading books, long conversations

Dislikes: Being outdoors, werewolves

1972

It had been quiet, cold - not in an uncomfortable sense, but cool like the breeze on an early autumn's day. The metal was smooth against his skin, as he uncurled himself, trying to stretch within the tiny container and finding himself too large.

Now, as Vince opened his eyes - if that was even what he did - it was as though they'd never been closed, like all that he'd done for all these years was to drift away. But he remembered those eyes, those eternally blue eyes, and he thought there was some madness in there, some terrible fire. In the background rang the soft, tingling noise of Edvard Grieg's Solveig's Song.

"Do I know you?" asked Vince, but his voice sounded hollow, as though it was spoken from somewhere outside of him, far away. The man - or what he assumed to be a man - looked to him like family, but his features were too languid, the angles of his face too sharp. And his presence - oh, his presence - was so dark, and so heavy.

"Do you remember?" asked the other, ignoring the question. "Do you remember how you died?"

It was a peculiar question, which forced Vincent to face something which he'd not really properly processed, despite all this time. But he nodded now, feeling the yellow eyes, the horrible sensation of sharp teeth biting down his shoulder, the sloshing of his own blood, warm and wet.

More than that, he remembered the piercing fear at the face of Death, and the way that he had clung to the branches as to prevent whatever was out there, in the beyond, to take him away.

"Good," said the man, and Vince found it was too lacking in emotion, too matter-of-factly, as though he'd passed a test rather than survived an attack.

The music box screetched in the background, its song corrupted, thrown between the stone walls of the deep dungeon, disintegrating.

And things weren't like they'd been before.

Aften ten years, he'd been woken. Through their interaction he'd remembered. He'd remembered that he'd been scared. He'd been attacked. He'd been lying on the ground, hurt and frightened and in need of somewhere to hide.

From the base of his neck and all the way along his shoulder had been a deep gash. When he first got up, blood everywhere, he'd been violently dizzy. Looking down into the pool of red, he'd struggled to understand how anyone could produce so much blood. Tears running cold down his cheeks, hand clutching the branches of the forest then a wound that, strangely, didn't hurt, he'd started running.

For how long he stumbled about the Forbidden Forest, he did not know. It felt like days, weeks.

Years.

The music box had felt like a safe option. The soft music had attracted him, and, making himself terribly small, he'd climbed in. How he happened upon it, he did not know.

And he'd hidden himself as best as he could.

Now he had been gifted something. The man of darkness had gifted him a light.

Since he'd woken back up, he'd spent a lot of time in the Castle, but he'd been shy. Slowly, he'd come to the realisation of what he was. He'd understood that time had passed, and he did not know what had become of his family.

Some of the professors knew about him, but he'd hardly talked to them. He read books in the Library at night, when everyone were asleep. Sometimes he snuck into the restricted section, which was much easier when you could simply glide through walls.

For the most part he just played the piano in the empty room in the South Tower. He'd played piano before he'd died, but having so much time, he was better now. Solveig's Song was one that he returned to a lot.

But something had built within him. He'd become lonely.

Now, perhaps this year, it was time to step into the sunlight.

Symbolism

Vincent's middle name (Deneb), completes the astronomical summer triangle, together with Vega and Altair.

While Altair and Vega are bluish-white stars in the local neighbourhood of the sun, Deneb is a white supergiant star over 100 times as distant, and one of the most luminous stars in the galaxy.

Deneb means tail, and the star is found at the tail of the constellation Cygnus, the Swan.