Year: 6th House: Hufflepuff

Birthday: 11th of June 1974 (Age 16) Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Height: 6,1‘ Bloodline: Uncertain

Nationality: Scottish

Siblings: Maya Hannigan-Kurosaki (Younger Half-Sister)

Marko Hannigan has always been kind in a world that rarely rewards it.

Marko was born in Scotland. His mother died during childbirth, and his father, Ewan Hannigan, never recovered—A cold, distant man. Ewan gave Marko little more than silence.

His stepmother Akane Kurosaki, a Japanese magizoologist, changed everything. She filled his childhood with creature stories, taught him Japanese lullabies, and showed him kindness his father couldn’t. She gave him the love of magical creatures that defined him. When Marko was four, her research took the family to Paris, where they lived for several years. It was there he met Elsa.

At five years old, with Elsa by his side, Marko spoke his first full sentence.

Elsa Montrose became the fire to Marko’s quiet. She declared herself his protector, fought his bullies, and shoved him into adventures he’d never have dared on his own. He adored her for it. He gave her loyalty, softness, and a steady hand to balance her chaos.

She was there when he got his Niffler scar. She was there when he learned to stand tall. She was there for every step of him growing from silence into speech.

When his parents divorced, Marko was taken back to Scotland with his father, leaving Elsa behind. Hogwarts was lonely. The boy who talked to plants was an oddity, an outsider—until Benedict Corvus became his anchor. Benedict was steady where Marko was gentle, loyal where Marko was hopeful. A brother in everything but blood.

Still, Marko never stopped missing Elsa.

Five years later, when Elsa transferred to Hogwarts, his world tilted back into place. The moment he saw her, he scooped her small frame into the air and cried harder than he ever had. They were whole again.

At Hogwarts, Marko is Hufflepuff’s Keeper, known for his calm focus in front of the hoops. Admirers see the popular Quidditch player; his friends know the truth. He would rather sit by the fire with a book, his Niffler Watson curled in his lap, than bask in applause.

Love, when it comes to Marko, is uncomplicated.

He fell in love with Rosalie Darling the moment he saw her—startled by the familiarity of her name, the way it echoed his mother’s, the way her presence felt like something he had always been waiting for. Rosalie fell in love later, on a night Marko found her crying in the Room of Requirement after failing to secure a ballet position she had trained for all her life.

He didn’t try to fix her. He stayed.

When her injury threatened to take ballet from her, Marko practiced with her. Learned the steps. Counted the rhythm. Ballet became his balance to Quidditch—precision to momentum, patience to strength. Together, they made each other whole again.