Don't owe a thing except Easton Magus
It didn't take long to find a room for me to be in.
While in ten years the school is going to be full of students, at the moment there weren't many.
The next few days were full of tests to see what grade is right for me, both in normal subjects and supernatural.
I aced all the normal ones.
With my previous life's studies already in my mind, and months of restudying while in the uterus, high school level English, math and biology was something I could do with no problem.
Luckily, with the school being for the supernatural, they didn't question how a 6 years old know this kind of knowledge.
I still had to do a few other subjects again, but in two years I'm gonna finish all the mundane subjects.
As for the supernatural subjects- A.K.A magic, I had to start from the beginning, something that after 5 years as a wolf after messing with unknown magic I was glad about.
"Magic is basically the ability to manipulate energy." The teacher explained. "This kind of energy comes from both inside of you, which is what you will learn to manipulate for the few years, or from outside, which can be from other witches, spirits, celestial events or magical objects, learning how to manipulate those kinds of energies would come after we decide you are ready."
It was the first magical lesson for me and I couldn't help but be captivated by the lesson even as I found many ideas and questions fill my mind.
Should I tell people about me being both a werewolf and a witch? Should I tell them about me being a siphoner? It seems like something I should keep to myself, especially with the little I could remember about the other siphoners from the tv show in my old world.
While my mind kept wondering, the teacher continued.
"The two main reasons we witches use words to cast spells are that it help sharpen the intent of what we want to accomplish, and that when cast with the help of other beings, we need them to know our intentions."
Clearing my mind, I focused my attention at the teacher, it doesn't matter for now, I'm in this school of magic not to make friends, nor to help the plot the future might have, I'm here to learn magic and that's what I'm about to do.
"Now then, let's talk about the history of witchcraft."
Time passed as it always did, and I wasa year older, the school became bigger and I was no longer the new kid, yet still the outsider.
The reason for that is simple- I was in my senior year of high school in the subjects of government and history, 6th grade in magic, and finished everything else.
It wasn't really my fault, with my old life's memories and the inability to slay bored, I quickly finished any subject I already knew, and with the free time I had and the excitement about learning magic that didn't fade, I quickly learned all the theoretical knowledge needed for magic till 6th grade.
The practical stuff really wasn't that hard, as reaching to my magic and using it was something I learned in the year I was born to this reality.
Of course, with me spending most of my time in the library studying magic, and the rest either spending the energy I have as a werewolf by running or with students who were 5-10 years older than me, no one really wanted to be friends with me.
And I was fine with that.
Even in my last life I want popular, nor did I really need children as friends in this one.
No, all I need is my magic, books and maybe another hobby, as the energy from being a werewolf needs to be let out somehow.
But what kind of hobby?
It took two months, but I found a hobby to spend my energy in.
The first one is tai chi.
Taking the class helps me calming my temper which seems to flare out more and more especially since about a month ago I got a roommate and with three weeks being the first full moon without transforming into a wolf, my body seems to feel the need to change.
The lucky thing is that with the school having many werewolves, the smell of one in me that other werewolves are supposed to be able to identify seems to be ignored with the thought of me having been near one.
I once more jumped class in Magical studies, which now started to focus on using outside energy sources instead of inside ones by using talismans, which means I can start keeping the energy from the moon once again, instead of each month spending it in class.
One and a half years.
That's all the time I had in this school till the most terrifying people to meet in this universe showed up.
The Mikaelsons.
The original vampire family that leaves chaos everywhere they go.
Sure, most of the time it's not them that cause the chaos, but the collateral damage that happen to those around them always make people end up dead, and I don't want to die.
Yes, having the Princess of the Vampire and werewolf parts in this world join the school made me decide that dying again isn't for me, not when there are many options to make immortality real.
Vampires.
True immortals.
Phoenix.
The Necromancer.
So many people got the ability to live forever, how can I choose differently? Why would I choose differently?
Now, the most immortality is becoming true immortal, as not only you are impossible to kill, but you also get the ability to control people's mind.
Of course, becoming one is also the hardest, as I would have to find the original potion recipe which was lost for more then a thousand years or recreate it, which would be even harder, as I have no way of studying a true immortal as they both died.
The Necromancer's ability might be better, as it is about taking necromancy to its pick, but even if I ignores the appearance you get from the rituals to make you undead, I'm not sure if I can do it, nor am I willing to bet my time on it.
Even if everything works out, this ability seems to take away your other magical abilities, something I'm unwilling to lose.
Becoming a Phoenix might be just as hard as becoming true immortal, as while in about 10 years I will have a live one near me, I'm not sure it is something that's possible to become unless born that way.
No, the best option is adding a vampire to my mix of supernatural abilities.
Not only will I be faster, stronger and immortal, but there are already hybrids of vampire/werewolves, vampire/witches, and tribrid of all three.
Of course, if I'm to become a vampire, I have to become an original.
To do so, I will have to get blood from Hope Mikaelson and study it in addition to getting her grandmother's Grimory, yet above all, I have to learn and master dark magic, as it is the basis to that.
With that in mind, I did the natural thing, I ignored what I could only assume was the start of the school's story ark and returned to my corner in the library, starting to read the next book.
Hope Mikaelson seemed to be in the popular group while still a loner.
In the half a year since joining she managed to connect with the werewolf pack of the school, intimidate the vampire side, and become part of the coven in the school.
Yet I could see the sadness and homesickness that seem to fill her when she thought no one notice.
I hear her talking to her family over the phone, and feel how much she miss them in my heart.
Since I arrived to this world I never seemed to connect to anyone nor does he want to, yet with her, it was like her soul was reaching out to me.
And that terrifies me.
I know I doesn't have a chance, that no matter what, the end result is that she would lose her family and fall in love with a human shape Phoenix.
So I kept to my corner, watching as a child whose soul kept trying to steal my soul interacts with others as my studies continue.
I finished regular high-school.
It wasn't that special except for one thing, it made me realize I'm cursed.
The people's disinterest in me always felt odd.
Whether it's graduating high-school at the young age of 8, simultaneously reaching 9th grade in magical studies or having the strength of a 15 years old in a body that seems like 10 years old while being a witch.
All those things should have made me at least interesting enough for the principle of the school to call me for a conversation at least once, and if not him the school's councilor, yet nothing, not even talking about college and my options.
It was more then that.
The people of the school seem to ignore me unless I specifically get their attention and as soon as I'm out of their mind, they ignore me.
Teachers and students all treat me invisible unless I get their attention.
Something that explains why Caroline never came check on me after bringing me in, nor any social worker.
After noticing that, I started checking myself for foreign magic.
I found that there is one that is being fed with my magic inside my heart.
It wasn't black magic, yet also not natural one, it seems like a combination of both, which made sure not to harm me while at the same time impossible to siphon without training in siphoning black magic.
After that I knew I had to start studying how to siphon black magic.
By the time I was 11 years old and in senior class of magic a lot have changed.
When I say a lot I mean my black magic studying is safely reaching a turning point.
With my curse of being invisible to anyone whose attentions I'm not holding seem to have more perks then I thought.
With all the books with dark magic in them at the principal's office, without both the ability to drain magic and people not noticing me, it would have been impossible to get my hands on them.
It took me three months to learn the defenses around the office and how to make them myself, after which I started taking them out one by one, reading them and copying them into my own Grimory before returning them to the office.
Dark magic is an extremely interesting subject.
At its basis, Dark magic is about using less power then needed for a spell to create the affect you desire, which was why every regular spell has its dark counterpart.
The thing is, this kind of forcefully twisting nature's energy to be of use while not having enough power for it on your own comes with the side affects of putting all the twisted energy You didn't use inside of your body, which can lead to a change in personality and addiction to Dark magic.
Of course, if you learn dark magic slowly while letting your body get used to it and cleans yourself of it once in a while there won't be any problems, as could be seen in almost every professional dark witch's Grimory having a cleansing ritual to be used every full moon.
Each ritual was different with the exception of using it every full moon, yet there was one that caught my attention.
It was a ritual which let you build resistance to the ability of dark magic to twist your mind by weakening the dark magic inside of you.
The only downside to for it was that it takes 5 years of using it under the full moon for it to have you fully immune to dark magic's corrosive ability.
5 years of slowly raising the usage of dark magic till I can cast it with no problem, even expression if I do the sacrificing.
I also can't use more powerful dark magics then my level at that time as it will ruin the balance and have the dark magic consume me.
Of course, I took it a step higher.
While the witch who made the ritual was a genius, I have in my possession the Salvatore school's extensive library, which meant I have the resources needed to upgrade this ritual.
It took me half a year.
As a nine years old I had the upgraded dark magic resisting ritual.
Instead of a full moon present, you had to have the energy of one, and instead of only weakening the ability to twist the mind, it now could also as the benefit of letting the dark magic be absorbable, as long as you are a siphoner.
Of course, instead of needing 60 full moons to accomplish it, now you need a year and a half of every day rituals.
I started immediately.
With my body having a huge supply of full moon energy, and once a month a recharge from the moon itself, I had everything I needed to accomplish my goal.
At the beginning, the Dark spells were small.
Finding someone, setting a candle on fire...
It were things I could do with regular magic, but I used Dark instead.
Then I started using them to replicate anything I learned in class in my room, starting from first grade materials.
It took 6 months to reach the point where I can siphon small parts of it and turn it to regular magic.
By the time a year ended I reached a point where I can cast almost everything taught in class with dark magic and then transform the residue into regular magic and add it to my own magic.
Yet today is the day.
The last day of the rituals and the day any dark magic residue in me will become regular magic, letting me the ability to siphon from Nature without the need of a full moon as long as it is twisted.
It is a point any siphoner wished to reach since the first one was born.
Doing the ritual, I could feel all the sticky magic in me start to disappear, yet I stop it from affecting two curses- the one which is near my heart, as I like my invisibility for now, and the werewolf curse, as I'm not giving it up.
Finishing the ritual, I notice I seem to gain an aura that twist magic into dark before feeding it into my body which cleans it and as it to my magical energy.
'Stage 1: learn to safely use dark magic- complete with the added bonus of my ability to feed on magic strengthened.
Stage two- starts now'
The next year was spent learning to restrain my new dark magic aura while finishing my studies at the school yet stay with no one noticing as I still had much to learn from the library's books.
Something that became even easier as my body became tall enough to be undistinguished from a 14 years old students in the school, which meant that on the occasional times I siphoned my invisibility curse enough to be noticed no one recognized me.
My life kept going with me reading books and adding useful spells and information on the supernatural and myths that weren't really ones, until one day, an 11 years old Hope Mikaelson came to spot next to me.
Now, it wasn't the first time someone decided to sit next to me, but it was the first time someone asked before.
"Is this spot taken?" Her voice, which was small and innocent yet full of maturity surprised me, I spent the last four years terrified from this voice that seemed capable of making me care.
"You notice me?" I asked, as my curse seems to be working just fine.
The question seem to confuse her. "Why wouldn't I?" She then looked at me closer "Did you cast a spell to turn invisible?"
I laughed at that, noticing how much I missed having an actual conversation with anyone.
"Not at all." I said, and then spontaneously decided to tell her about the curse. "I have a curse on me that make people unable to notice me unless I grab their attention."
Her eyes became wild with shock before turning suspicious. "Really? Prove it!"
"And how would I do that?" I asked, deciding to humor her.
She pondered for a moment before smiling mischievously "Dance in the middle of the library!"
I laughed again "I would do more than that," I said "I will do the chicken."
I stood, went to the middle of the library, and danced the chicken for 5 minutes with no one but Hope noticing.
"Wow, it's true!" She said after I returned.
"Of course it is." I said with a huff, still smiling.
"But if no one noticing you, why do I?" She asked.
"I don't know." I said "Maybe because you are unique."
"You know who I am?" Hope said
"Of course I do, you are Hope Mikaelson, the newest generation of the original family, a royal werewolf princess, powerful witch and, most importantly, my first friend." I said with a smile which she returned when hearing the last part.
"I'm your friend?" She asked
"Well, I hope so." I said, and I meant it, I could not deny my soul the pull any longer, maybe I don't need to be in love with her, money loving her as a friend will be enough.
"Well, before that I need to know the name of my new friend."
"Easton Magus, you can call me Tony."