Ivy Saffron Parkinson

Ivy Saffron Parkinson (b. 24 May 1980) is an English pureblood witch. She is the second daughter as well as the third and final child to Alessandro Parkinson and Belladonna Parkinson neé Selwyn, both members of the inner circle of Voldemort's closest followers mainly due to their Sacred 28 Bloodline status.

Ivy's schooling was done at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. While at school, she became a Starting Slytherin Beater and brief member of the Slug Club as well as becoming President of the Potions Club. She never officially graduates Hogwarts due to leaving the school in Mid-February 1998 per request of her father, but she returns to the Castle for the Battle of Hogwarts to fight along the Death Eaters.

After the war, she began working at the Ministry of Magic in the Investigation Department, a subdivision of the Auror Office, not long after her trial due to an agreement to help the Ministry hunt down dark wizards that weren't already locked up. Not only did Ivy begin working in the ministry, but she created her own wedding planning company in hopes to get extra money to provide for her children; Ivy finally decided to put her controlling skills and posh taste to use.

During the years after the war up until 2005, she had four children with Patrick James Wales: Averston, Leo, Jacqueline, and Josiah. Despite being the only consistent romantic relationship Ivy had, the couple decided to break off their four year marriage in late 2007. Afterwards, she eventually becomes one of the Hogwarts Potions Professor in later years.

Lineage
The Parkinson family was fresh and out of love almost as quickly as the love began. Introduced by the inner circle of the Sacred 28, Belladonna Selwyn and Alessandro Parkinson had fallen quickly in love after meeting at a high-end party during Belladonna’s Christmas break her final year at Hogwarts. Their love was charismatic and kind in the beginning but slowly turned into something cold and unnatural as the war progressed on, but for a while it didn’t.

The two’s courtship was traditional and quick, once Belladonna graduated from Hogwarts, the pair got married that summer of 1977. And to put it simply, the two were happy. Despite it being a superficial happiness, it was still something better than what most inner circle members had.

Early Years (1980-1991)
Born into a family with two older siblings, Ivy already had an expectation set for her, whether she knew it or not. She was expected to act just like Alder and Pansy, who, even as children, had set the mark very high due to their father making sure they reached that mark. There was always an expectation set for the three of them, that they’d have to act perfect and poised around the inner circle no matter what.

And nothing good ever came from talks of the inner circle. Except for Sloan.

Ivy never remembers the specific details of befriending Sloan Yaxley, due to the fact that they were so young when it did happen, but the girl knew that they had practically been inseparable since they were two years old. There was never a moment when all the families were gathered that the two girls weren’t together. Whether they were rolling down the tall, grassy hill at the Parkinson’s or running through the maze and constantly getting lost at the Yaxley’s, they were always together.

Despite Sloan being her closest friend since they were toddlers, the Parkinson girl also had quite a close bond with her only cousin.

The girl always knew her cousin, Sage Carrow, their mothers, who were sisters, made sure that they were around each other as much as they possibly could be, even if all it consisted of was Sage pulling on Ivy’s hair or Ivy throwing blocks at Sage. Their mothers wanted to give them the bond that they had as children, hoping it would carry onto the next generation.

Although Sloan was often around the two cousins at the same time, Ivy and Sloan seemed to bond more while Sage floated in the background for a while, being a bit distant since she was the younger one, but after a while of all growing up together, the girls felt comfort in each other’s presence more than anything else.

Ivy was constantly surrounded by the Carrows and Yaxleys as a child considering the three families were tightly knit. And, for a while, it was just the three of them.

Belladonna and Alessandro made the decision to not induct Alder, Pansy, and Ivy into the pureblood community until they were trained to behave in a controlled way, but once Ivy turned four and had learned how to wear a new dress without constantly tearing holes in it, they began attending the extravagant events that only the wealthiest pureblood families were invited to.

Being apart of the pureblood community, Ivy was accustomed to the lavish life of large estates and parties with adults sipping on ancient wines, chatting away about the politics surrounding the Ministry of Magic, while the children ran through gorgeous gardens playing hide and seek, unaware about the heinous plans being made that would affect their lives— turning them from innocent children to bloodstained cowards.

When Ivy was six years old, she was introduced to Saruman Noaks. The Noaks and Parkinson families’s hopes for this to blossom into more than just an arranged, forced marriage, to continue their blood status, was short lived considering their friendship started off with the dirty blonde haired boy pulling on Ivy’s raven hued hair, which was slicked into a ponytail, while Ivy proceeded to chuck her cup of pumpkin juice at the boy in retaliation, all of which had happened at that very first family dinner they had together.

The two grew up around each other, not quite enjoying each other’s presence at first, but eventually they grew accustomed to each other. When Ivy wasn’t off with Sloan or Sage, Saruman was chasing her around the Parkinson’s lush backyard or Ivy was teaching Saruman how to properly brush his hair in the Noak’s downstairs bathroom during inner circle parties, while Sloan and Sage sat off in a distant room in their own world.

During one of these lavish parties, the three girl’s were introduced to the Rosier children. There were two girls: a girl about their age named Stella who was bright, cheery, and more outgoing at the time and another girl named Seryna who seemed to hide behind Stella’s personality, fading into the background of Ivy’s brain. The Parkinson girl was naturally inclined towards the dressed up girl, Stella, and dragged her along with the rest of the girls, leaving Seryna quiet and rather alone.

Alessandro Parkinson had never been the most merciful towards his children. He expected everyone to be proper and poised; it didn’t matter if they were out at an extremely important meeting, surrounded by fancy garments hung on high end coat racks, or if the family was home by themselves, giggling in front of the fireplace watching Pansy’s attempt to make silly faces, they were taught to act in a sophisticated manner above all else.

It was true that, in his own twisted, demented way, he loved him and wanted the best for them— for them to live into the potiental he saw, but it’s funny how that love has a way of worming itself out into the world.

The three were always told that they needed to be the best of the best, because they were born into a family that was higher than most. It was drilled into their heads that they were. They were bright and educated compared to most children, learning skills and facts that only spoiled, rich children would even have enough time to learn and know at their age. While Pansy was consumed with Draco Malfoy, hoping to get his attention, and Alder’s ego was groomed and inflated by the elder Death Eaters, Ivy learned how to play the piano, often taking her talents and showcasing them by sitting on her little black stool, propped up by the grand piano, dragging her fingers elegantly against the white and black keys whenever families came to the Parkinson Manor.

And while this boosted all three of their children’s egos, clearly explaining why they thought so highly of themselves as they grew up, it slowly wore down Ivy’s barriers. In the beginning, this lifestyle never came natural to her like it did to Pansy and she didn’t have the careless facade Alder had to pretend like it wasn’t an issue. The raven haired girl was always dragging behind her older siblings, whether it was because she couldn’t learn how to properly pronounce spells or was simply tired of trying to shove another piece of knowledge she didn't understand why she needed into her brain.

She grew up, used to this pressure of trying to perform better than she was often capable of and never questioned it in any form. Ivy also knew full well that every step she made was being surveilled by her father, while her mother pretended that her husband was not becoming the twisted man she feared he would eventually become.

It was clear that he placed the most pressure on Ivy, even if he spent the most time with Alder, because he knew she wasn’t going to reach the goals that his standards were at. And he never failed to let her know this. He was vocal and cruel towards her, making it known that she was the black sheep.

To explain her relationship with her father simply, if she made a mistake, like regular children do, she was punished. If she stepped out of line, she was punished. If she didn’t behave exactly like her siblings or did exactly what her father told her to, she was punished.

And this punishment ranged from depending what mood Alessandro was in.

Some days it was hearing his voice pierce through the air at a volume louder than the sound after someone casted bombarda maxima, while her father gripped her shoulders and shook her violently, questioning why the girl couldn’t just behave.

Some days it was only silence and the feeling an open palm smack against the girl’s young rosy cheeks, while her lip quivered gently before reminding herself what her father always hold her— Parkinson's don't cry.

Some days it was thrown onto the hardwood floor before being locked in the Parkinson family’s cellar, isolating her from the outside world for hours on end, letting her screams echo off the callous walls, her fists bang against the dark, wooden door, while she begged to be let out. Yet every time was no answer, no escape from the darkness that would consume the icy cold room and Ivy’s entire being.

There was no light bright enough to save Ivy from that darkness.

The only thing that could ever come close was Alder sitting on the other side of the daunting door, when he wasn’t being forced to take on Alessandro’s next task, telling her it would be okay eventually. The warmth in his voice was like a blanket for the young girl, filling her mind with comfort and putting her at ease.

He was her rock throughout all those years. Of course Ivy had Sage, Sloan, Stella, and Saruman, but no one quite understood the pain Ivy went through besides Alder, not even Pansy.

The boy would put her to sleep at night, reading her stories from The Tales of Beedle the Bard, a particular favorite of Ivy’s was “The Wizard and the Hopping Pot” and chase her around the manor, constantly playing with her and making sure that he was her safe place even at a young age.

Although this abruptly ended when Alder came rushing into the kitchen with a crinkled envelope that had an accent of embellished red wax. The Parkinson boy had been accepted to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not long after, the family took a trip to Diagon Alley to retrieve Alder’s supplies and although Alder was bubbling over with excitement and secretly stealing sweets from Sugarplum's Sweets Shop for his younger sisters, Ivy couldn’t help but have a twinge of jealousy and resentment towards her brother for getting to leave the Parkinson house so soon.

And what felt like the blink of an eye, Alder was dragging his trunk onto the Hogwarts Express and waving his family goodbye. He was gone, no longer there to save Ivy.

The next year was long and tiring without Alder, so the girl spent as much time as she could at the Yaxley Manor. Sloan and Ivy spent this year chattering about how they were excited to receive their letter and finally get out of these boring houses and into a real castle. Well, most of it was Ivy daydreaming out loud while Sloan nodded along and tried a new braid style on the girl’s hair.

With Alder away at school, their father turned his attention that was laid on Alder, constantly grooming him, preparing him for what it truly meant to be the Parkinson hier, and took all that time and energy he usually spent with him towards his two daughters.

Everything became a competition between the two girls; their father was constantly giving them tasks to see who would complete it first and the best, and without fail every time where it be a grand or minuscule task, Pansy would take the lead and impress Alessandro every time.

Pansy was everything Ivy wasn’t and as a result of this, she was crushed under the pressure of her father, with no relief— no room to breathe.

May 23rd 1991, the night before she received her letter, the girl was up all night breathing in the crisp air as she peered out her window, searching for an owl with a marked red waxed envelope.

Pansy got her letter long before Ivy, considering Pansy’s birthday was much sooner than Ivy’s, but in the back of her head she worried, as she was awaiting for her eleventh birthday and hoped for her letter to come.

And it did. She received her acceptance letter with a small smile painted all across her face and for one small moment as she handed it to her father, his eye’s twinkled gently with pride; her mother grabbed her and embraced her tightly, whispering into the girl’s ear, “I’m so proud of you, Ives.”

Eventually, Alder came home from his first year of Hogwarts, absolutely ecstatic to show everything Ivy that he had learned. He practically smothered the girl with textbooks and taught her complicated charms that he had learned. Ivy would have been more reluctant to learn whatever Alder was attempting to teach her, but she knew deep down he was doing this to not only show her that she was better than what their father made her out to be, but also to prepare her for the upcoming school year. Unlike many of the students, she now had a leg up due to Alder teaching her over the summer, which led her to become one of the top students in her class very early on.

Hogwarts Years (1991-1998)
to be added. ..

Later Life
to be added. ..

Physical Appearance
Although Ivy has her mother's dark brown locks, the youngest Parkinson girl is a spitting image of her father. Not only are her deep hazel eyes and sharp, prominent facial features the same as his, once she dyes her hair jet black in her later years, the resemblance is uncanny. She has a "athletic, slim" physique, having built up upper body strength through playing quidditch.

Though her regular clothing style is often simple and built up of dark monochromatic colors, she tends to wear elaborate and high end outfits when it comes to special occasions or high end events.

She has no notable scars or tattoos.

Personality Overview
With a step into any room, the atmosphere around the girl would change. Whether you were mesmerized or terrified, the brunette had an effect on everyone she crossed. Her mind was intelligent and her beauty struck unwillingly into the hearts of many, and Ivy herself agreed so. Making it obviously known she believed that, compared to everyone in the room, she was superior, the raven haired girl never shied away from a chance to make herself look better than she already did.

Though her aura radiated a strong charisma upon a first meeting with her, the young Parkinson girl is infamously known for her unnaturally cruel behavior to her peers. Her petite and pleasant persona that gratified throughout her audience almost immediately, as she quickly ruined this image with whatever stinging words fell from her lips. Even as a child, she was known to taunt everyone, her closest friends were included on this list of victims. Despite the immense pain that the Slytherin girl caused others, she still had an extraordinary way with words; manipulation came into play with any person standing in front of her.

The majority of the teachers at Hogwarts were convinced she was as talented as the infamous Miss Hermione Granger herself. Despite the fluctuation in how consistent her grades were, teachers still acknowledged that she was naturally smart. Part of it was her intellect, part of it was her eagerness to learn, and the majority of it was to project the fact that she is and won't fail to be better than everyone else in every way possible.

There was seemingly nothing the Parkinson girl couldn't do.

She excelled in the majority of her classes, with the exception of charms, herbology, and divination, while successfully being a key member on the Slytherin Quidditch team since her third year. Her competitive nature always got the best of her; it was what fueled her and when things don't go the Parkinson girl's way it gets really ugly really quick. Her sworn enemies are aware of the remarkable amount of pain that she isn't afraid to inflict; whether it's verbal or physical, the dark-haired girl won't go down without a fight.

This mentality definitely stuck with her throughout the rising war; a sense to prove herself to her family name and her pureblood status, despite whatever personal feelings she had about the subject, would ring through Hogwarts her graduating year, yet come to a halting stop once the real battle began and all her innocence was lost. Her cruel nature may have guided her throughout her years seamlessly, but, once the romanticization of her blood supremacy washed away, all that was left was a guilt-filled shell of a girl, desperately wishing that someone could've led her on the right path.

Magical Abilities and Skills
To be added. ..

Familial
to be added. ..

Friends
to be added. ..

Foes
to be added. ..

Romantic
to be added. ..

It's Complicated
to be added. ..

Possessions
To be added. ..

Etymology
To be added. ..