Disclaimer&Warnings: Same old same, Nothing is really happening at all right now i mean come ON, Eli is like 14! He had some nast experiances in the orphanage that might come up soon in flashbacks or whatever, but not much to warn you of lovers!
Ta Da!
The story has begun! Starting in Forth Year my lovers! read on read on! Eli explains stuff a bit, Dark Blood comes into play and coming soon - Spell work!
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Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto - I am human, therefore nothing human is strange to me
Eli-
And the Story begins
1994 July 30th
Ollivander had given me so much, given me a chance at power, an escape from the humiliation of the muggles, trained me to be better and taught me all he could of the Wizarding world I would face.
Or so he was telling me. He had been creeping about the wand shop and the flat we shared above it for a week, after insisting this was the year I should finally attend the oh-so illustrious Hogwarts.
Despite all protests and miss-givings
After I met the man, Augusto Ollivander-Call-Me-Auggie, shortly before my seventh birth day, I never really left. The very same day I told the owl-eyed wandmaker his aura was Canary-cream yellow and Magenta I moved into his flat.
The man took me, an unnamed suspected muggleborn orphan just off the street, and named me apprentice as soon as was legal. He became my magical guardian and close friend, magical protector and instructor.
All because of a singular gift.
Nothing back at the orphanage was worth retrieving, I carried all and any possessions of any value with me, so I simply didn't return.
That very same night he set up a small room of Wizard-space just off of his kitchen.
The whole flat was a mirage of colors and objects with minds of their own, a couch who moved a quarter inch to the left every time someone sneezed, an old fashioned ice box that changed temperature daily and so many other entertaining pieces of furniture.
The entire first week I had a headache from the constant glow, even when I closed my eyes the lids glowed in a myriad of colors.
But I was enchanted. Finally a world where not only was I special and appreciated but everything around me was fantastic. I found all my dreams coming true as I was introduced and instructed in the ways of magic. Unicorns and Dragons, Wands and Wizards, it was perfection given form.
Auggie had decided that day to raise me as a wizard child, as his apprentice I gained notoriety where a muggleborn had none. Should I so choose I could take his name and family honor as a pureblood wizard heir in lieu of a blood son and Auggie fully intended I reach for the pureblood status.
He notified Hogwarts immediately and we began training and exercises within the month.
I was taught the basics of all walks of magic of course, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, Potions and History. Auggie emphasized many forgotten magics as well, Rituals, Medi-magic, Mind magic, Creatures. I learned languages, Latin as any pureblood should be taught, French and gobbledygook.
Auggie being a pureblood himself, if an ancient one, taught me all the traditions and etiquette I would require, as well as what was expected of an Heir of House Ollivander. We both knew I was more likely a Muggleborn or Half-Blood, but he insisted, going so far as to suggest I may someday be blood adopted.
Along with all of the accepted magics he instructed me in the Dark Arts, the Soul Arts. We had talked and explored my affinity and determined immediately I had Dark Blood. We then had assumed that I was a Half-Blood bastard from one of the Voldemort raids as Dark Blood is unique.
The formal term Dark Blood refers to someone directly descended from the time of Mordred and Morgan Le Fey and the odious Merlin himself. During that time there was a great upheaval and the magics granted to certain humans began to adapt into specific cores with certain leanings.
Fallowers of Merlin became adept at the shallower Arts, magics such as could be used without incorporating deep emotion and could be focused with simple words. Intent held no sway in these magics and all could learn without fear of corruption. From him was born Light Blood.
Mordred was a much more passionate and ambitious man. His magic adapted accordingly. Where Merlin feared corruption if intent and emotion effected a spell, Mordred recognized power. He choose to open his very soul and offer it up with each casting. Every healing charm came from the hearts sincere intent, every charm of destruction came from the deepest desire to destroy.
Merlin's and Mordred's ideals clashed at first, followers of both way's equally intent to prove they were in the right, but eventually a balance came in the form of Wild Magic. Those who choose Soul Arts became Dark Blood, and those choosing the opposite the Light Blood. Thus was born the affecting of affinity's.
An affinity is handed down by the most dominate ancestor and insures that the descendant, weather they chose so or not, are given the inclinations of their predecessors, allowing both schools of magic to live on.
However.
As with all Wild Magic it was a double edged sowrd.
Those of Light Blood found themselves going mad when trying to control a Soul Art. Those of Dark Blood were simply unable to cast even the most basic of Light spells. The Light Blood were forced by an insatiable desire to breed and the Dark cursed with the limits of one healthy child every generation or so.
The animosity was spreading and both sides were frothing with the need to prove themselves better. Lords were being established and battle lines drawn. When the dust settled Mordred was gone, feared dead, and Merlin set himself up as emissary and advisor to the King of kings.
As is so often the case when the Dark Blood lost their place in history was distorted as the victor figuratively wrote the text books. During the years of Arthur the Dark Blood became oppressed, feared and hated. By the time Arthur had died and Merlin retreated from the world it was to late.
A new era was dawning and the Dark found themselves in hiding for the better half of a millennium. Dark Lords and Ladys came and went, sometimes holding a tenuous position of power for a decade or so before the Dark was brought low again. But in the end none could change such an ingrained way of life, the spare few Dark Blood's opposing the popular Light Blood were pushed away as chaff and, with evermore muggleborns(Having no affinity and being lower than dirt in Dark Blood's viewing), Soul Arts were named illegal and all practices condemned.
So I was taught secretly to control my birth right.
Auggie explained the political climate, the war between muggleborns and The Dark Lord, the Righteous Order, and Dumbledore. Auggie was a firm Dark supporter, but was by no means a deatheater, he encouraged me to read and form my own opinions.
I saved for weeks from my apprenticeship salary to visit Flourish & Blotts. I bought books on Affinities and blood and muggle integration. I compared sources and took notes. I read The Daily Prophet and The Quibbler. I sought every book on Merlin and Mordred, venturing even into Knockturn for obscure references.
It took me almost four years to decide, but it was obvious really. Light aligned, Neutral(Having parents and ancestors so muddled in Dark and Light Blood no affinity was obvious) and Muggleborns(Oppressed and detested by Dark Blood) did not accept Dark Blood wizards. If I were to side with Dumbledore and his Righteous Order I would be forced to hide my affinity or never practice my magic again.
Impossible.
Dark magic made my core sing made me feel alive. Every spell cast from the smallest cutting curse to the Avada Kevadara gave me an indescribable thrill.
My decision was met with a quite smile that assured me Auggie had known before I had my decision, I sometimes wondered if I had held off on the Dark Arts lessons, until I made my decision, if it would have been different.
When I chose the Dark Lords side in the maelstrom of confusing and redundant battles, and there for the Dark Blood, Auggie decided not to send me to Hogwarts, ever. Not even for my OWLS, not for my NEWTS, as any other apprentice would be. I was to go to the Ministry and test their in the appropriate time-frame.
Dumbledore was gaining to large a following with the war still raging full throttle.
I hadn't argued.
Auggie had told me tales of the formidable battles and duels of the man who destroyed Grindewald single handedly. He spoke of the man's Liligamens skill, my own poor Occlumens skill could hardly challenge the legendary man or hope to conceal my leanings and secret's. He told me dark things about the Righteous Order and the leaders evils concealed manipulations. The man was a genius and cunning to boot, though when asked how he came by the information Auggie was frustratingly vague saying only "Know thine enemy"
No, No privacy would be afforded me under the boot heel of Albus Dumbeldore, Legend of the Light.
And now he had changed his mind.
He had called out casually as I left for Flourish & Blotts one Monday morning that I should pick up the fourth year Hogwarts books. Needless to say I had not taken the advice well.
My very life would be forfeit if I waltzed into enemy territory so casually. Practicing magic as I had, using curses and rituals on living beings, would be a death sentence. I had yet to use an unforgiveable but not all dark magics were so notarized and I had by far done enough for a sentence unto Azkaban.
At the least the man-who-was-good would call me to his office and proceed to brain wash me.
He would call my choices wrong, patronize me and mother-hen me until I admitted maybe I was a bit to over my head controlling persons with the King's Voice curse. He would disdain my uses of Reduceous Amor to stymie and ignite lust in others.
He would condemn my choice to leave the orphanage and threaten Auggie's safety because of my mindset of murder with no compunction. My disdain for filthy Muggles and dislike for Mudbloods would be noted and I would be questioned until I reformed to the light side. Or disposed of should I prove strong willed.
Unbearable.
And now after a week of his cowardly scuttling he had decided we had to talk about it.
Sitting across from him in one of our two dinning room chairs he looked older than ever. His deeply lined face, large world weary silver eyes, a soft grey halo of hair. He sighed, almost in a resigned way, one steady hand coming to smooth over his face.
"Eli I would not ask you to go if it were not important." He began his mystic voice strengthened with his resolve. And suddenly I knew I would be going. If he had made a casual reference to his wanting me to go, I would have pushed it aside. If he had demanded I go, I would have blown up shouting and conniving my way into staying.
After all I did not need to be around inferior students, Light wizards, Mudbloods and pathetic Dark children. I did not need incompetent teachers struggling to keep a classroom full of belligerent teens on the same level. They could give me no real training, not better than Auggie. They could give me no better companionship than my cat Gothos. Hogwarts would only cause me trouble, a meddling mad man for a headmaster and a million other problems.
But Auggie's voice was firm and his words not demanding.
I interrupted his next sentence before it began. "Why?"
My aquiesance was assumed from the way his face lit up, some of his otherworldly appearance picking up and a slight magical wind twirling about his wispy hair and tugging his clothes.
"So glad you asked Eli! Why it is a year of opportunity! It is the year of the Tri-Wizard tournament! The Ministry decided to restate it this year, with same new restrictions you know, but all the same! Marvelous chance wouldn't you say boy?"
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