Akren, School of Magic

Icy

This fanfiction is based off my favourite writer, Miranda Flairgold's fanfiction trilogy. This fanfiction should be set one year before the start of A Second Chance at Life by Miranda. You may find her works at .net/u/100447/Miranda_Flairgold.

Everything that can be recognised as from the Harry Potter books belong to Rowling. Every other thing that can be recognised from Miranda's trilogy belong to her and hopefully the rest are truly mine and not derived off other works which I had read, seen or played.

I would really appreciate your reviews to encourage me to continue. Hassle me all you want if I don't keep writing without a reason. Anyway, please enjoy my fanfic.

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Chapter 1: Surprised Encounter

Nvara Aelfly, Headmistress of Akren Mountain School of Magic, lengthened her strides as her finely attuned sense recognised the undertaking of immense irregular magic work. The trip to Australia had just turned interesting. Pulling a length of her long grey hair with her left hand and retrieving a piece of string from her pocket with her right, the headmistress began twisting and knotting the two in intricate designs. Feeling her magic responded to the thread magic, Nvara threw her mind out like rippling waves of water. What she sensed turned her fast walk into a jog, eager to meet the individual responsible of causing the interesting phenomena she felt.

Someone was draining the local magical beings of their magic energy. Nvara wondered how those beings failed to notice the drain on their reserve but decided that the amount lost must be too insignificant. After all, if it wasn't for her ability to sense the clearly separate and different powers gathering at the single location, she would have thought that everything was normal and someone was just doing some major warding. What fascinates Nvara though is how the different energies were being gathered? She, the headmistress of the best magical school, obviously knew quite a few ways to do so, but this was definitely not one she was familiar with.

The person in the centre of the localised magical energy should be able to provide that answer, provided he or she doesn't mind her intrusion. Nvara slowed her pace as she neared her target, taking in the sight of the modest house, no doubt the home of the wizard or witch working with the dense magic energy. Reaching out to open the gate, Nvara didn't even need to silence the well-oiled hinge as the gate swung smoothly inward.

Suddenly, like flicking a switch, all the magic which had intrigued the sixty something years old lady vanished. Snapping her wand out and pulling on layers of protection in the split second, Nvara waited. Everything around seemed to have returned to normal, the stolen magic returned to their rightful owner. Releasing a silent burst of magic towards the house and sensing the lack of human presence, she immediately attempted to find the missing person.

"Who are you and what are you doing?" Nvara felt cold steel pressed against her neck. Turning slowly, she was greeted by the sight of a young Asian teen, probably Chinese, with black hair that framed his relatively childish face. The boy's dark brown eyes were focused on her hands and his body posed, ready to strike at any sudden movement. Nvara kept silent as she magically sensed the boy and the route he took to ambush her. What the headmistress found shocked her greatly. The boy had no magic channels, which would indicate a squib. But he also had no magic power. He was a muggle.

Keeping a completely straight face that completely hid her surprise, Nvara replied, "My name is Nvara Aelfly, Headmistress of Akren Mountain School of Magic. How would you like to join our school?"

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Thomas matched the lady's expression, hiding his thoughts which raced to process the information. This lady, Nvara as she called herself, was a professional fighter. The slight lumps and bumps of hidden weapons underneath the deer hide jacket and the smooth movement of her body informed Thomas of that. From the tingling feeling Thomas was feeling, he has no doubt that she was a witch. Sensing no ill intent and detecting no facial reaction indicating the telling of a lie, Thomas lowered his dagger but kept his slightly defensive pose.

"Magic?" Thomas feinted ignorance. He of course, was no more ignorant of magic than the wand in Nvara's right hand.

"Yes, Magic. And if possible, I would like to discuss what I just witnessed." Thomas pondered for a while as he felt the sensing magic which had been directed at him retreated, eventually giving a faint nod and led Nvara into the house. His eyes though facing the other way, constantly kept the short lady in sight through the reflections of glasses and mirrors scatter all around the house.

Thomas had always been an extremely bright child. With an IQ score of 190 when he was a mere 5 year old, he would easily have made it into university then. Instead, Thomas hid his ability from the world, acting just like any other children his own age. His ability to learn nearly anything extended even to fighting, which the boy had an enormous interest in. At the age of 15, Thomas stumbled upon the world of magic when his highly refined senses from years of self-training noted the movements of wizards and witches entering and exiting sites unseen by his fellow muggles. Realising a world beyond that which he had experienced, the teen had managed to access the world through pure will power, bypassing old muggle repelling charms without leaving a trace of his entrance. With the new world opened to the intelligent teen, he had slowly and steadily explored anything magical. Eventually Thomas began buying ingredients to work magic, like potions, which did not require the use of magic channels, the feature which separates wizards and witches from squibs. But for a boy with that amount of intelligence, instructions from books slowly became redundant as Thomas quickly grasped the effects of each ingredient. All too soon, the teen had started inventing not only potions, but even magical items, many of which were now stored in special cases that stopped the flow of magic from being sensed.

Thomas had quickly found that most wizards and witches were even less attuned to magic than he was and many couldn't sense the lack of magic output from him which all magical being usually radiated. Knowing this, Thomas had then started to undergo larger magical projects and all of those were never detected by others. This one which he had been undertaking before sensing the presence of an intruder had been a continuation of another which had also gone unnoticed the day before, so how did this lady detected it?

Thomas glanced at Nvara as she sat down in the seat he offered her. She was not a normal witch, that Thomas was certain. Unknown to her, his physical prowess had allowed him to hear her running towards him from 200 metres away. Thomas had been aware of Nvara's presence since her apparation within 500 metres of his house a fair way from the Sydney magical markets, but it had taken the opening of the front gate to confirm her target, him. He had surprised her when he turned up behind her, having seen the slight twitch of her face which even Nvara did not know she had made. Now looking at her survey his room, Thomas was sure she could sense a lot better than the normal wizards and witches. This is not a lady to be taken lightly.

"May I ask how you, a muggle, came to the knowledge and procession of magical items?" asked the grey hair woman. Thomas stared at the bluntness of the question, before deciding to answer with a question.

"If I tell you, will you answer my questions?"

"As many as I can." Thomas licked his lips as he loosened his tongue.

As the conversation volleyed back and forth, Thomas was certain her information would be very useful and Akren, the School of Magic may be just the thing to challenge his mind.

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