Liam
The world was in upheaval and Liam's first years were as happy as they could have been with the possibility of death hanging over the heads of his entire family. For those who did not join Voldemort, were against him. Fortunately, The Boy Who Lived, put an end to Voldemort's decade long reign of terror when Liam was seven years old and soon he too would travel down to the sea with his father. There he was taught about his heritage, of the Merfolk language and their ways, but he never got to meet his grandfather as Neron had. Liam was a bright and outgoing child from an early age, adventurous to a fault, but with an exceedingly gentle nature. He couldn't stand to see someone hurt, and even before his Hogwart's letter arrived, he was reading and learning all about how to be a healer.
For those that knew Liam, it might have seemed strange that he was sorted into Slytherin like all the Larontes before him rather than Gryffindor like his mother, but that didn't bother him in the least. He was in no way interested in the rivalry between houses, focusing instead on his school work and friends, shaking his head at the antics of his fellow Slytherin. 1989, the very start of his fifth year at Hogwarts, when he met Valentin, a half-Mer that had run into his father on an overseas trip at some point and had become fast friends despite their age differences. Liam, as the man would discover, was not as studious or serious as his father had grown to be. The boy had a particular knack for potions as well as a pension for getting himself into trouble, making quite the name for himself in the process and so caught the eye of dark eyed boy from his house.
The romance between himself and Darius Valenwood was short-lived, barely lasting six months, but it awakened something in Liam that to this day he hasn't quite been able to fully control. His lust. As he matured, the fact that his appearance was so striking and his voice soothing, did not help the matter. By the time that The Boy Who Lived arrived at Hogwarts in 1991, Liam was seventeen and had probably slept with (or tried to) half of the boys at school his age and older. At least in the years that followed, he became more selective, but had already garnered the reputation for being a notorious flirt that could make even the straightest of Wizards blush despite themselves.
It was all in good fun, school work more often than not taking priority, setting aside even the most desirable of prey in favor of studying hard. He passed his Owls, as everyone knew he would, with NEWTS in Potions, Charms, Runes, in addition to Defensive and Offensive Magic. From Hogwarts to the Ministry in 1994, like his father before him, folded under his 'fin' as he jokingly put it. There he trained as an Auror and healer, working closely with his father, until leaving sometime in the spring of 1997. He'd heard the rumors out of Hogwarts and seen the writing on the wall, thus joining M-Sec a year later. At the completion of his training along side a woman named Maura, the next few years added an enigmatic air to the otherwise charismatic Liam, however the events of July 2000 rocked him to his core and gave him a sharpened edge.
While on assignment in Albania, word eventually reached him that Wizarding Britain had fallen, and Voldemort was to blame. The reality was no longer a case of putting out small fires, but rather wobbling disoriented and dust covered through the rubble that remained in his wake. With communication to the home office severed, the radio silence was especially deafening, and all too soon panic set in. Try as he might to keep a level head, Liam wanted nothing more then to find his family and make sure that they were okay.
Directionless, orderless, a small splintered grouping of M-Sec made their way back towards England, Liam among them. That there were Death Eaters everywhere, guarding every possible entry point, both muggle and wizarding alike? It shouldn't have been a surprise that every single one of them was captured, tortured, and interrogated. As to why they locked them up in Askaban instead of killing them on the spot? Liam couldn't say. As it turns out, Death Eaters weren't very forthcoming when it came to revealing their plans. He might have laughed about that were it not for the Dementors quite literally sucking the joy out of his soul. How long was he there before he was broken out? Days? Weeks? Months? …years? It's hard to say and there was no time to think about it, even if his mind hadn't been so scattered. Liam was barely able to piece it back together again before he found himself at Hogwarts along with the others rescued, smuggled into the refuge like the contraband of days long past. All he knew in that moment, was that for the first time in a long time, he was safe and he wept. What of his home? What of his grandmother, his parents, the sea? Well, that remains to be seen.
