October 8, 1977
The rain over London was relentless that night, blurring the streetlights outside the university campus where the Lee family lived in a modest faculty flat. Thunder rolled distantly, muffled by the steady drumming against the windows.
Inside the flat, the atmosphere was an unusual blend of Muggle academia and Wizarding magic. Framed star charts and celestial maps lined the walls beside photographs—some still, others subtly moving. One particular photograph hung above the fireplace: a five-member family frozen in a moment of warmth and chaos.
At the center stood a middle-aged Asian man with thick glasses that magnified his gentle eyes, his expression soft and calm. Beside him was a striking woman with sharp, aristocratic beauty, black hair, pale skin, and cold grey eyes that seemed capable of cutting through anyone who met her gaze. Her belly was visibly rounded with pregnancy.
Around them were their children. The eldest son mirrored his mother's sharp features, his stare intense even in a photograph. The twin daughter took after her father, an eldest twin who have a gentle face contrasted by a clearly tomboyish posture, sitting awkwardly with little grace. Near her was the middle daughter the same face but with glasses have mischief written all over her face, her hand reaching toward her sister as if trying to provoke a reaction.
Life in the Lee household was never quiet, in that particular night a deafening cry from a newborn was evident.
The sound rang through the flat, powerful and piercing, like a banshee announcing its presence to the world. It marked the arrival of a child who would become a walking contradiction.
Cassiopeia Lee (née Black) sat up in bed, her dark hair damp against her porcelain skin. She was a woman of immense power—a Senior Auror who had survived the front lines of the war against the Dark Lord, and a secret member of the Order of the Phoenix. At the time of the war By day, she walked the halls of the Ministry pretending neutrality, belonging to no faction.
Many pure-bloods considered her a coward. A Black who refused to stand beside her family and submit to the Dark Lord. Cassiopeia did not care. Like her sister Andromeda, she rejected pure-blood supremacy—especially after marrying Ji-ho Lee.
Ji-ho sat beside her now, cradling the newborn with trembling hands.
He had no magic in his veins. Born a Squib to pure-blood parents, Ji-ho had been quietly discarded by his family and sent to live among relatives who had married Muggles in the other part of the world. Britain became his home, and through his own effort, he rose to become a university lecturer in English Literature—a man of sharp intellect and quiet dignity.
It was Ji-ho who had given Cassiopeia the strength to turn her back on her family's fanaticism. They met when ji ho cousin who is a wizard introduce to Cassiopeia to ji-ho, when Cassiopeia was assign to protect ji-ho, at that time ji-ho was suspected to be targeted by dark wizard who has unfinish business from ji-ho parent back in Asia, but during and after the whole ordeal, they become closer and one lead to another they fell in love.
The Black family despised him. Even though his parents were pure-bloods, he was rejected for being a Squib—and worse, an outsider. To the Blacks, marriage within Britain pure blood was duty. Anything else was betrayal.
Ji-ho stared at the baby, tears slipping freely down his cheeks before he laughed softly.
"He cries like a banshee," he said, voice breaking. "As if tomorrow doesn't exist."
The baby's hair was thick and dark—unlike their other children, who had all been born nearly bald. As the infant cried, something strange happened.
The black hair shimmered.
It faded into pale pink, then soft violet, then yellow—before snapping back to black in an instant.
Cassiopeia inhaled sharply.
"A Metamorphmagus," she whispered, exhaustion and triumph lacing her voice. "He has the gift, Ji-ho. Like Dora."
Her lips curved into a victorious smile. "Even if my family calls you a drain on the blood and me a traitor—look what we've made. A child many would envy."
Ji-ho handed the baby back to her, watching as she gazed into their son's eyes.
They were a light honey-brown—so pale they resembled polished yellow topaz. Cassiopeia felt a strange certainty settle in her chest. He was beautiful—not merely handsome, but ethereal, delicate in a way that felt almost unreal.
Though she had abandoned most Black traditions, she kept one things that is nice about the tradition.
Naming children based on the star.
"He will be called Leo," she said firmly. "Leo Pyxis Lee."
Ji-ho chuckled.
"As promised. I name the boys—you name the girls."
Cassiopeia smirked,.
"Then I hope our last child is a girl," Ji-ho added. "Carina would be a beautiful name."
They laughed together—warm, quiet laughter—until the bedroom door that was locked suddenly burst open.
Cassiopeia startled, then grinned.
"Well?" she said. "Which one of you did it?"
A boy stood up from the floor, clearly having forced the door open, guilt written all over his face.
"It was me, Mother."
Cassiopeia laughed. "Another piece of good news tonight. Your first accidental magic."
Ji-ho waved the children over. "Come. Meet your new brother."
All three rushed forward.
The eldest son's eyes widened. "Finally! Another boy!"
The two girls stared at him in disbelief.
"What do you mean another boy?" they shouted. "What about us?!"
"You're not cute," he replied smugly.
That was all it took.
The girls lunged at him, fists flying as he laughed maniacally and sprinted away—far too fast for sisters two years younger.
Cassiopeia and Ji-ho watched the chaos unfold, laughter filling the room.
Silently, they both agreed on one thing.
This family was only going to become more chaotic from here.
The House of Five Stars
(it still talk about the same things upon reading it again lmao)
Five years later, as the Lee family continued to grow, they moved to a larger house—still in London, but with enough space to contain both their chaos and magic.
Leo grew up in a household where the divide between the magical and the mundane barely existed. Because his father was a Squib, the family lived mostly within the Muggle world, blending quietly into London life—though never entirely unseen. Cassiopeia was always aware of the watchful eyes upon them.
The Black family had effectively erased her from their tapestry. To them, Cassiopeia had degraded herself by marrying a non-magical man of a different heritage. Her name was no longer spoken at family gatherings, her existence quietly cut away like a stain they refused to acknowledge.
Inside the Lee household, however, such prejudices had no power.
A magical quill lay beside a calculator on the dining table—a symbol of the family itself. It was where Ji-ho often worked late into the night, calculating taxes for both himself and his wife, compensating for Cassiopeia's complete lack of understanding when it came to Muggle finances. Magic and mundanity coexisted effortlessly here.
The house was always full of noise, warmth, and chaos.
Leo was the second youngest of five siblings, all named after constellations to honor their mother's roots.
Orion Lee, the eldest at nine years old, was the anchor of the family—steady, responsible, and protective. Lyra Lee, the eldest daughter, was fierce and unapologetically tomboyish, her energy sharp and fearless. Her twin sister, Vela Lee, was her complete opposite—quiet, intellectual, and endlessly curious, having inherited their father's love of books. Both were seven, identical in appearance but worlds apart in personality.
Then came Leo.
Creative, dramatic, and undeniably extra, Leo treated life as a stage. He loves getting praised and was always a social butterfly to people around him.
Finally, there was Carina Lee—the youngest at two years old—a bright, cheerful girl whose presence softened the entire household.
Leo was the clown and the artist of the family. He used his Metamorphmagus abilities not for disguise, but for laughter—turning his ears into enormous fans or changing his skin to a brilliant yellow just to coax a smile from his hardworking father after a long day at the university.
He was also the one who insisted—persistently—ask his father to take him to art and music classes. Leo didn't just enjoy them; he thrived in them. Creativity was not simply a hobby to him—it was instinct.
While his mother was away at the Ministry, hunting dark wizards and enduring the icy stares of other pure-blood supremacists—who branded her a coward for refusing to choose a side.
And though the world beyond their walls was fractured by blood, power, and war, the House of Five Stars remained whole.