The Great Britain school of witchcraft and wizardry's educational system was built in the late Early Middle Ages around year 993 of Christian calendar. That organization relied on the division of students into house which revered their strongest traits, bravery, cunning, curiosity and honesty. That segregation favored the rivalries between students especially at later date when blood supremacy was at its strongest. The different belief resulted in the starting of the second wizard war on the English ground. After many years the conflict ended by the magic used in a secret confrontation between the modern dark lord and a child less than two years old.
Mikhael didn't share his house idea about blood purity. To him, power alone mattered. That's what she wanted. He remembered the hot weapon used by a drunken man, it shot death in second. It was the current progress of the other side of humanity. They numbered a lot more and advanced in a different way for the similar results of the wizard way. They even sent a man to the moon while the magical community still flied on their broom or carpet according to the country.
Magic allowed a lot of things, but it was the problem. It made the wizards and witches complacent with their current situation. They didn't thirst for innovations, they stagnated most of the time. The previous generations had placed a system and tools to help their descents to have better lives, it succeeded, too well. Almost every problem had an exiting solution and if it didn't, there was different other ways approaching the desire outcome. The Ministry for Magic and other country government restrained the wizard potential for a better population control.
The second year student knew he couldn't experiment all his potential in such a world. His long hair turned pink. The door he passed was enchanted to change the color of the person traversing its way. This was the work of the school 'prankster' the red head twins. The Slytherin channeled some magic in his hair, canceling the foreign effect.
" Pink suited you better, it contrasted a lot with your gloomy face Mike. ", a blond girl rejoined the older student in the Great Hall. " Will you make pretty light again around the lake ? ", the Ravenclaw spooned her pudding. She was happy to sit at her table with her friend. She saw a first year red head coming her way. The blond girl smile lifted up, it had been months since her first friend avoided her in school.
The red head first year had bag under the eyes. " Hey Luna, have you seen my diary ? The black one. I lost it and... ", she stopped at the sight of the blond neighbor. She wasn't expecting to see him. He was staring at her, eating some uncooked beef slice. She stepped back, falling on her behind. She didn't pay attention to the new 'friend' Luna told her during the Christmas Holiday, but that. She wasn't prepared for that. She was far from expecting it was him.
" Yes ? You got a Wrackspurt attack Ginny, you have to think positively, it helps to dispel them. When it happen to me, I think about a pudding island. ", the blond girl offered her favorite dessert to the still trembling Griffindor. Those creatures were invisible, they floated in through ears and made brains go fuzzy. Sugar was good, it helped her cope with many of her own problems. The first year tilted her head when her friend's brother came in hurry. The red head was followed by the wizard world savior. She frowned, another student duo of the lion house sprinted to their way.
" HEY, what have you done ? Get away from my sister you slimy snake ! ", the red head boy helped his sister standing up. Her legs were trembling. She leaned on her brother to not fall down. At his loud accusation the Great Hall turned silent. Seeing the scene, the rest of the red head family hastened to support their younger member. It degenerated as the entire lion house population stood on the other side of the Ravenclaw table. The Slytherin present at this moment acted in accordance.
" Killing Colin wasn't enough for you ? Stay away from us, murderer ! ", an unexpected hatred voice spited those words. The new third member of the golden trio stood in front of the second year green robe. With all his house backing him up, Jacob dared what he feared for years, confronting his brother.
The ex prisoner slammed his hand on the table. A strong wind gush repelled the surrounding student two feet back except for his blond friend he kept in place with a hand around her shoulder. The table creaked before a fissure in the middle appeared. The enchanted wood furniture broke in two. Black orbs fixed its blue counter part. Jacob fell on his knee.
" Once, for all, I didn't kill Creevey. ", the orphan waved his wand, mending the table to its original state. It wasn't necessary. He could buy a new one with the thousand Galleons he got from the ministry secret 'gift' from the faulty imprisonment. Still, he had to keep silent about it. The Slytherin waited, wands ready. The wizard savior tried to help his blond friend to get up but was frost bitten at contact. The kneeling student was freezing.
" Let him go ! Expelliarmus ! ", green eyes pointed his wand at the sitting Slytherin and started the house conflict with his shout. Following their house virtue, the Griffindor all copied their celebrity and casted spells on their house long enemies.
Mikhael reflected all the incoming spells toward him and the blond girl. In the corner of the eye he saw the different head of house coming. He wouldn't have too much time. Waving his wand to shield up, the orphan browsed through all his memories he obtained from the great dark witch. He found something appropriate for the situation. The blond girl next to him summoned another pudding, enjoying the colors exchanged.
Before the teacher separated the fighting students, the orphan focus his magic on the knees of his opponents. All Griffindors screamed in pain, with a cracking noise their knees were reversed. The Knee-reversal hex wasn't something they expected and protected themselves from. The orphan magic pierced tendril size hole in the older students who had erected a magical shield, enabling his hex to work, unnoticed.
The full house of Slytherin received detention for a month long, they didn't regret it. They won the confrontation, the lion house lost its honor, the scene of them falling on the ground with inverted knees was horrifying but satisfying. They didn't know who cast it, but it was in their house. They lifted their head high. Glancing at each other in glee, they wanted to claim the victory for themselves, giving the impression that they were the one, powerhouse.
Inside the dungeon common room at night, proud students related the tale of their 'epic' battle in the Great Hall to those who, unfortunately weren't present at this time. The detentions with Snape were just a formality, students were just sitting in the potion lab for an extra class. Draco bragged on how he made the teeth of Weasley grew to new length.
" If you could see his face, it was hilarious. My father would be so proud of me, putting those blood traitor to their place. What you think Jones ? ", the blond student was all buddy buddy with the one who could destroy magic enchant with brute force. His usual body guard were nervously silent.
" You hit fair Malfoy. The red head deserved it, even more. ", the orphan stayed to improve his social skill and colored his memories with the new experience. Having a friend was fine, but he had reticence to do some kind things with Luna while the other house mate weren't such a problem. Crabbe and Goyle exchanged gazed. Goyle elbowed his neighbor.
" What's up with you, Crabbe ? ", the arrogant student frowned, did Crabbe growl.
" Stomachache. ", the fat boy massaged his belly.
" Well, go to the hospital wing and give all those Mudbloods a good ass kicking for me ! You know, I'm surprised Dumbledore is still there after two attacks and a wrong imprisonment. I believed you are innocent Jones, it's just the headmaster fault. He can't protect his student after all. I think he is trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father always said Dumbledore is the worst thing that's ever happened to this place. ", Malfoy threw a log into the fire.
" You're wrong ! ", the dull eyes student stomped his large feet.
" What ? Did you say that I was wrong ? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore ? ", the blond heir crossed his arms, waiting.
" Harry Potter. ", long gorilla arms scratched the student bristly hair low on his forehead.
" Good one, Goyle. You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. He's another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that Mudblood Granger. And people actually think he's the Heir of Slytherin. ", the blond Slytherin mocked some hissing between his teeth.
" Then you must have some idea who's behind it all ? ", Crabbe and Goyle exchanged gazed again. Goyle leaned forward, all ears ready.
" You know I haven't, Goyle. How many times do I have to tell you ? But my father did say this much, 'It's been fifty years since the Chamber was opened'. He wouldn't tell me who opened it, only that they were expelled but I know this, the last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So it's only a matter of time before one of theme's killed this time. As for me... I hope it's Jacob or Granger. Both are a tare to our world. ", as Malfoy grinned Crabbe's fist rose up. Goyle stopped him.
" I agree with Jacob but not Granger, she was the top student last year. She has talent with a shitty personality I concede. ", Mikhael inferred, scrupulous starring at the two lackeys.
" What's the matter with you two ? You're acting very... odd. ", the blond student avoided confronting the other house mate point of view on the girl. Crabbe stared wide eyed, the surface beneath Goyle's skin changed color. Mikhael noticed the hair on Crabbe changing color to a reddish one. Both suspicious snake jumped to their feet, dashing out of room.
" Hey ! Where are you going ? ", Draco shot before watching the two running boys.
Mikhael's magic transfigured the robes on the fake Slytherins into snakes. Screams of terror escaped from the intruder bound by the newly animals. The orphan followed by Malfoy strode across the faker. They couldn't escape. Draco waved to the curious Slytherin for coming up. The black student, seeing the spectacle rushed to the potion teacher room. There could be a real bloodshed.
" Who do we have here, Weasley, Potter. Getting your knees wasn't enough so you broke school curfew and another school rule to enter our common house with, polyjuice ? ", the orphan kept an emotionless face while examining the Griffindor. Draco feeling insulted to have been tricked like that, casted 'Everte Statum' charm on his enemies legs. The screamed in pain. Draco paled. He expected to hurt them, but the reality was harder than anticipated. Malfoy was pushed away by large hands. Condemning eyes shut the blond snake. The head of house banished the snake binding the Griffindor before leaving with them for the headmaster office after removing a hundred of house points to the intruders.
Knowing well the headmaster tendencies, Mikhael was certain that Potter and Weasley would only received another tap on the wrist. If it him or another student not from the lion house, they would be expelled like he was sent to prison just because of rumor. The orphan casted on him his thievery arsenal skill before exiting the house common room.
As the new Aurors patrolled the corridor school, the way to the seven level was longer. The young wizard was in difficult position when the ministry agents followed his trace, using the Human-Presence-Revealing spell he thought. Those men and women were a lot more experienced than the fifth, sixth and seventh years prefects. The snake house student was perplexed, the Tracking Spell shouldn't show his path since his modified Disillusionment Charm had layer of sound, heat and odor concealment magic added.
They were closer to him. The orphan used his telekinesis to elevated himself to the hallway roof. He saw the patrol of two aurors casting the Tracking Spell. The young wizard cursed himself for the false assumption. The ministry agents stopped at the place where he started floating. They couldn't found his footstep anymore. The oldest auror reprimanded the other one for their loss, they were too slow. Still, he casted a Human-Presence-Revealing which didn't show anything.
Mikhael mouth's corner lift a bit. His precautions paid off, his modified Disillusionment was proof tested in this instant. In order to perfect his stealth he now hovered, not touching the ground to not let any foot prints visible by the tracking spell. The young wizard reached his destination only to surprise a school teacher exiting his room with a bottle of Firewhisky in hands.
So, he wasn't the only one knowing about that place. House elves could have told it to other students or school professor. The orphan felt lucky he wasn't found during his ritual the whole previous year. It was liability. He couldn't use the room as he wished. He had to change it for a more secure one, but where could he found it. Having no response to his interrogation, the student entered the come and go room. Until then, he would take more precautions. Waving his wand, the wizard set a small ward on the doorway to alarm him if another person entered the room.
Fingertips traced new layers on the dry, old blood stains. His time away from this place hadn't completely erased his previous ritual circle. Blood flowing from his vein marked the stone with new runes for discretion and concealment. With his deeper understanding of magic, it was almost a child play to apply runes around his ritual circle. Wizard coming near him wouldn't notice his presence, they would see instead a fake wall and would have the urge to do something else somewhere else.
Even with stronger and different magic, the ritual didn't change and require his full magic. Using only a portion of his magical core for the ritual would turn a part more potent than the other. This would lead into a magical conflict in his core, risking to break it. It wasn't worth the risk. The ritual adept prepared himself for another night of pain while eating his 'Magi-Me-More', replenishing his magical reserve to full.
Any plan needed preparations. The school's threat or Slytherin's beast was a problem. It had killed and petrified before. Leaving was an option. Changing school for Durmstrang Institute would be hard but not without benefit. This school in the north of Europe was notorious for its acceptance of the Dark Arts. With their own expertise, he would grow a lot faster on this field. However, the biggest problem the orphan would meet was his birth parent, it didn't accept any muggle-born student. Faking a new identity or killing a student and using polyjuice potion for the rest of his education wasn't an appealing solution, both were full of troubles.
The second option for European magical school was Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, but like other international schools. Integration and money would be difficult because of either language barrier or school requirement like 'Uagadou' where student received notice of their acceptance to that specific school through Dream Messengers, sent by the headmaster or headmistress of the day. The Dream Messenger appeared to the child as they slept and left a token, usually an inscribed stone, in the child's hand. The last obstacle was that some schools like the Brazilian wizarding school 'Castelobruxo' were famous in domains he didn't appreciate like Herbology and Magizoology.
Only Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry met all the requirements for a safe transfer, the American wizarding school was the best alternative to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the orphan. Should he go there, he would let his only friend behind. Even faded, his memories were what make him. He couldn't let her die in this place because it was easier to move out. Erised mirror showed him what he desired deep in his heart, it wasn't power. Yet, power was what made him survive, thrived, felt, alive.
Hundreds of fire spheres rotating around the orphan changed their pathway, avoiding a blond head. The girl sat down, watching him lifting and downing his head as his arms extended and bent. Superior strength complied with feral agility allowed him to easily make handstand push up. His eyes softened at the second pudding portion she brought with her. It was posed next to him with a spoon. He wouldn't leave her alone with this danger.
All the fire turned into black butterflies. Golden whips from his feet rotated, slicing each of the fake animal. The modified fire making charm was useful for close range as he could make it from any part of his body and controlled the trajectory, power, length behind it. It was a lot similar of his invisible tendril of magic. Furthering his idea, the wizard start covering his fire whips with a layer of disillusionment.
It didn't work. The hiding feature burned at contact to his black flame. The modified disillusionment spell with other feature resulted the same way, burning away. Maybe, he wasn't thinking in the right angle. The wizard dispelled his fire whips. Instead a lone fire sphere float before his eyes. Supplied with his magic it grew denser, longer, reaching the proportion of the previous spell. The newly fire sphere could perform the same feat as the modified fire making charm.
The first step was done. The orphan transfigured it into dozen of butterflies. This time, the fire summoned was invisible to eyes. Similar to thestral magic, it was hidden to other not meeting the right condition. Mikhael found himself laughing. The pudding was too sweet. Luna couldn't wait and feed him the dessert. The invisible fire repeated the process of the previous experimentation. The invisible whips didn't need to be attached to his body to be controllable. As long as it stay in his magical range, the stealth compressed fire was a success. A tree trunk at the Forbidden Forest border was slice in two, there was no resistance, no signs.
The tree cut in half didn't touch the ground before turning into ashes.
The girl clapped her hands.