Convertimini natus est ex Magus
In the ancient world, magick required no wand, and power was passed down through families. The magick was in the blood, pumping through the veins. An inherited knowledge would flow through children from the time they are born. During the terrible witch trials, many of these families passed out of magick, becoming muggle like. One of the most powerful of those families that was born was Helaine Lothbark, burned at the stake who made a prophecy. One day two children would be born. They would meet upon the lay lines on which Hogwarts sits. And they would be the beginning of the return of the Mage Born.
Chapter 1: From the Covens as of Old
Tom's POV
The rumors were all over the train, one of the Americans, the ones that in his opinion were absolutely correct by teaching their children in the ancient manner of the covens, would be attending their final year at Hogwarts. He wondered at it. The girl, the family she came from usually kept to their old ways and trained within the coven. Something was afoot, of that he was certain. He needed to know who this girl was! A girl trained in the old ways, and if rumor had it, had never needed or used a wand! She could be a terrible enemy, or the greatest weapon he could ever obtain! The secrets that wizard kind forgot she knew. And her line, the Lothbark line, was ancient. It came from the great warriors, the Vikings, those who remembered the Gods. He knew the tale of Aasne. And here was a direct descendent! What an opportunity laid before him! He had to know which cabin the girl would take.
It took Abraxas and his connections with the family to get a name. Thekia, a Viking name. Viking like her family. And like a gods send, Abraxus came. He smiled and said "she is here. Sits alone in cabin 15, better get to her before the Griffindors do! Tom smiled. "Then let us go, one such as her needs better company." He smirked. It was known that the Lothbark family had little love for blood traitors. Abraxas lead him to cabin 15, and he was delightfully surprised when the door opened. The witch in question was reading a book on Necromancy. "Sorry, for the intrustion, Lady Thekia. You looked like you could use some quality company." he stated. She smiled. "Then take a seat, stay a while" she gestured to the open seats. Gladly, Tom took one. He started to size her up immediately. Her presence had a calm malice to it, her eyes intense, sea green blue, like those of her ancestors. Her hair was dark, so brown to almost be black. Her bone structure reminded him of a bird of prey, with large eyes, high cheek bones, a set, well cut jaw and beautiful plumped lips with a mouth not to large or to small. Her robes were sea blue green her family colors.
"Rumors do not match you, hieress. Though it does interest me. Why after all this time would your family not finish your last year." Abraxas elbowed him. She simply laughed. "Someone has done his homework, good. I did mine. So, Prince of Slytherin, to what do I owe this pleasure?" images came to his mind. Images of the Chamber and what he did last year. He smirked. She was all he hoped she would be. "One does not kiss and tell, Lady." He spoke. "Wisely spoken. I find I am famished for the long journey. Care to dine with me?" he smirked. "What do you think, Abraxas" he asked. "Best company to hope for. And it's on me. The Malfoy family would be dishonorable indeed if we did not treat such a high standing Lady." she laughed. "I am a barbarian, not a lady, though the title does have it's uses." she trailed off. It was then that a glint caught his eye. Leaning against the train wall was an ancient sword. A Viking sword, with Norse Runes running down the blade. When he concentrated, he could feel a soft hum of energy coming off it. Magickal, that sword. A sword for deep magick, and for killing. He smiled slowly, a barbarian indeed!
Abraxas got up to summon the cart leaving a chance for the Lothbark heiress to do her own measuring. He felt pressure around him suddenly, and it was not gentle. She was examining his magick from the inside and the very act was thrilling to him! It stopped after a moment only for him to see frost on the window and a drop in tempiture. To describe the sly, calulating smile she gave him would be impossible. "Interesting, very interesting Mr. Riddle. You use your power to take what you want and yet find yourself lacking. You have a Vikings disregard yet an empty core. Very much potential in you, if only you can fill in that hole. But do not be sullen, this is true of everyone on this train. You have lost what was the source of your power, and so it weakens over time. Regain that source, and you Mr. Riddle, will also be an unstoppable force." and so she confirmed everything for him. "So it is true, it is possible to channel magick without a wand." he said. She started laughing. "Of course it is! Even Merlin and Morgana never needed nor used a wand! Magick does not come from a wand, it comes from within" she tapped both his forehead and his heart "and from without "she pointed out the window.
"And so there is a purpose as to why you are here. I hardly think it is out of the kindness of your own heart to restore magick to what it once was. You said it yourself, you are a Barbarian. So what is it I wonder." he asked bluntly. "And why should I tell you what my purpose is? I owe you nothing. And as for friends, I have many powerful friends already. I think you want something, oh I can see it, it is as plain as day. It's in your eyes and how you carry yourself. You, behind whatever guise you choose to dress it up in, want power and will do anything to get it. I admire that. I admire that you do not lie to yourself about it even more. You know that to reach past what you have already gained you must fill that empty core, that which is what we truly chanel our power through. And so you would know my secrets, and so you charm me and so the questions. I have something that all of you want." it was chilling, how she could read so much from him, without even trying to enter his mind. She was intriuging, he could study her for hours! How he wished to be inside that mind, study all the secrets she knew. The door opened and Abraxas stepped in with the food.
Both Thekia and Tom smirked at one another when they saw the cart. Clearly Abraxas was trying to curry her favor. Only a pureblood could come up with the fare he had, one from an old family. There was roasted duck with it's juices poured over it. Grilled Zuchini and Squash cut into thin slices. Mashed Potatos. "A man with a love of fine food I see. Always a good thing to be. An open display of the power wealth brings to people around you. I would expect nothing less from the Malfoy heir." Thekia said, clearly amused. Abraxas bowed, not getting the veiled insult. Clearly, the girl thought it was a petty display designed to curry her favor. She was a Lothbark, such displays meant nothing to them. You displayed power by acting like it, not trying to convince others. The blonde sat and said "Only the best for one such as you." and now Abraxas himself was putting on the charm. Tom inwardly cringed. Thekia found it amusing, that was all, and his ally would be trying to woo her into some contract. Clearly he did not understand her family and how they did things at all. No wonder they left for the New World all those centuries ago, how weak they must look! They respected power and strength and those daring and courageous enough to use it. Wealth meant nothing, nor looks.
"I have heard that your sister Solvej and mother Bodil are looking to start a new school in America, very exclusive on who will be able to attend. My father is very interested in the endeavor." said the blonde as they started eating. Thekia laughed. "The list is not what you think it is, Mr. Malfoy. Admittance is based upon the compatibility of your magick with the teaching. It has nothing to do with blood status! That is the trouble with you old european families, so hung up on blood status you can not even see all that you have lost over the decades! It is the core that matters, not what blood pumps through your veins. I know you have heard my family hates blood traitors. It does not mean the same to us as it does you. Blood traitor means those who betray your own blood." and to see his ally's face in that moment, utterly priceless! Power had nothing to do with your blood, Tom had always known that. To his credit, Abraxas recovered from the blow quickly. "Very true, however, I do not see many who would be compatible with the Old Ways amongst mudbloods, Lady. I am sure they will only allow the best to attend." Tom really wanted to hit him! He obviously did not understand what the Lothbarks were doing.
There came a hard glint to Thekia's eyes. His ally was annoying her, that just would not do. He would have to change the subject. "What types of classes will they be having?" he could litterally feel her relief. Like him, she did not suffer fools gladly. "The traditions of our ancestors, first years will learn how to connect with their cores and in the earth around them and how to tap into it. That alone is a course for a year and a day. Channeling is what they are calling it. Each year they will be learning a skill and the spells that blend with that skill. Like we have done within our own home. Many old covens across the world have sent Elders to come teach." he found that to be fascinating! The covens, unlike schools like Hogwarts encouraged you to create your own spells, recording them in family Books of Shadows passed down generation to generation. The school would obviously be of that tradition. "Interesting, and the name of the school?" he asked, clearly interested. "Academeia Ueteribus " she replied. "Academy of the Old Ways, and they will not have to use wands?" it seemed an alien concept to Abraxas. "Wands, all the waiving and swishing about, it's silly. Its a terrible crutch to rely on your wand to chanel your power. What happens when it snaps, or someone knocks it away from you. No, learn to channel that power through your core, and then no one can take away your advantage." she replied.
Tom agreed with her, one of the many reasons he sought her out. He would not have him self be found at a disadvantage. And the hours went past and by the time they had reached Hogwarts it was dark. Thekia was to go with the first years in order to be sorted. He insisted on escorting her to the boats and kissing her hand. Unlike any other silly girl, her face belied nothing. Yes he would keep a watch on this one. No matter what House she was sorted in. And so would every single Slytherin, if they knew what was good for them. He did not tolerate disobdience after all. As he headed to the feast he once again wished to see into her mind, to know her thoughts of all this. Once he reach the Great Hall he caught her gaze, he gave her a soft nod and she returned it with a knowing smile. She would be watching him too. This year was going to be like none he had ever known. For this one would never bow.