Author's Note: I've played Hogwart's Legacy a lot, and I have to admit that I now use several aspects of the game, including ancient magic, that I believe Voldemort has a knack for seeing and manipulating that magic and which would help me on later chapters.

The Purpose. Rewritten, Chapter 18 Control

October 1944

Doing wandless magic was easier for Seth than not. He realized that when the magic came from his own body, he exhausted himself much less…as if it was his wand that was sapping his energy and that was why he needed to drink wizard blood to compensate for. This information about himself pushed him to do all possible spells without his wand. He developed a certain hatred towards his wand, and it no longer responded to him. On top of that, he still felt angry about his father's decisions to keep him out of his family's troubles.

"What's going on, Seth?" Mijuu Me asked as Seth tried the mending spell on a broken vase with his hands.

''I can't do a simple repair spell, obviously.'' Seth replied with a harsh tone.

Mijuu gave him a sympathetic smile. She was the charm's teacher, but also of human transfiguration.

"Your thoughts are not focused on what you should do. Do you want to talk about it?'' she asked.

Seth looked around, seeing that the others had pulled off that simple spell. He was still in the first weeks of skills evaluation, which lasted two months, and even though he was in advanced courses in other subjects, some spells were giving him difficulties. He took his wand and pointed it at the pieces of vases.

"Reparo." Seth said.

The pieces of vases reassembled to perfection before emitting a luminescence and bursting into pieces again. Seth had had time to put a hand in front of his eyes. The other students looked at him in confusion. Seth sighed and stood up.

"Seth…wait. Maybe you should go see the wand maker who lives in a nearby village?" Mijuu Me suggested.

"The problem is not with my wand, but with me. I know very well that my wand is powerful, but… the more I use it…" Seth didn't finish his sentence, grabbed his bag and left the classroom.

Mijuu sighed in turn and ordered the others to continue before turning to Corban.

"Tell me, did you try to meditate on your animal form?" she asked.

Corban frowned before answering her because he had a question about it.

"Yes... how come the Patronus is different from our Animagus form?" Corban asked.

"Ah, the answer is simple. Your Animagus form comes from your mind, and your Patronus comes from your heart." Mijuu Me replied.

"Tsk...obviously." Corban said before looking at the shattered pieces of vases in front of him.

He waved his hand like he would have done with his wand while mumbling the spell and the vase repaired itself perfectly.

"That's perfect, Mr. Yaxley. Maybe you should speak with Seth? You seem close and it would help him to say what's on his mind.'' Mijuu said.

"He... it's complicated, but I can always try." Corban said.

The end of classes arrived, and Corban went to the great hall for dinner where he saw Seth eating a plate of spaghetti alongside Merebelle. He couldn't help but feel jealous because Seth spent all his time with her, even though he was the one who had warned him that she was a Veela: those women who can seduce men with their powers. Seth had assured him that he was not under her control in any way and that he could do whatever he wanted. He had caught him kissing her one night and he never thought it would affect him so much. At Hogwarts, very few knew he was a vampire, but here it was the opposite: everyone knew, and nobody cared. It wasn't even a secret he could keep to himself. If he wanted Seth, he would have to accept he would not have him entirely.

He sighed and went to sit next to him to eat.

"Hey! Corban! How's it going? Have you figured out your Animagus form?'' asked Merebelle who passed him the plate of spaghetti with a snap of her fingers.

Seth hadn't shown his Animagus form to anyone yet. He was in a constant battle with himself, and he couldn't meditate the right way. He was also unaware of the form Corban could take because he had stopped taking Corban's blood and no longer saw his memories. Besides, he could no longer tolerate seeing and feeling what Corban had for him, which did not help his current anger and difficulties.

"I don't see... the point." Corban replied.

"Ah… not everyone appreciates their animal form, but you never know when it might come in handy." She replied.

"A dragon, that's useful." Corban said looking at the director in the distance who was eating and chatting with another teacher.

"Because you think he had it easy? His own parents were poachers who hunted dragons. Can you imagine just a little what he had to do to get out of that? '' Said Merebelle.

"I didn't say he had it easy. I don't know anyone's story here.'' Corban replied.

"Hmm, that's right. Still, turning into an animal is one of the best ways to unleash your instincts, no matter what, and feel total freedom as if nothing else existed.'' Said Merebelle.

Seth chuckled.

"Sounds like something Lazarus would say about vampires." Seth muttered, thinking back to when Lazarus had told him how he felt when he only listened to his vampire nature.

"Lazarus Vulken? That four-hundred-year-old vampire?'' asked Merebelle, pressing her hand to her cheek and her elbow to the table.

Seth pushed his empty plate further.

"Do you know him?" Seth asked.

''Oh no. But, since your father moved to Egypt, he got to know Newt Scamander who wrote a book on vampires… only distributed for this school in five copies, for the moment.'' Said Merebelle and Seth frowned. "Oh, don't worry, I can show it to you if you want. There is a waiting list to get it and those who have it are highly watched. It only mentions the fact that a wizard has been adopted by the king and queen, but no more about you. It was… mostly to describe what Zeliths vs. Royal Vampires are and… uh, I think your dad said there are vampire clans that might not be aware of… well, the magical world. ''

Here's another piece of information he didn't know.

"It can't be…" Seth muttered. "That would be one of the reasons why there are Zeliths." Seth added to himself.

"A bit like wizards born to non-magical parents... sometimes the ministry doesn't have time to intervene, and wizards are still killed by non-magicals." Said Merebelle.

"Muggles." Corban said.

"Muggles, non-magicals, and other synonyms. I would name them many other ways, such as the savages they are.'' Said Merebelle.

"Why?" asked Corban.

''Veelas are well known for having an explosive temper and my grandmother couldn't contain her anger… although she didn't do anything on the spot, one of those savages fired a shotgun on her before wizards intervened. It was already too late. They placed amnesia spells on them and told us not to go to this village again.'' Merebelle said.

"You were punished, and they forgot everything. Such justice!'' Corban said in a sarcastic tone filled with disgust.

It was not the first time he had heard this kind of story. Even the same thing had happened to his own nation. Seth rolled his tongue and clenched his teeth. He was only too happy to have these humans as servants on his island. They deserved just that, and not just those on his island, but all the humans on this planet. This only strengthened his resolve not to be dependent on his wand, but above all, his wand still had to obey him. He decided to listen to Mijuu Me and go to the wand maker.

"Merebelle, where is the wandmaker merchant?" Seth asked.

"It's the DeLioncourt's Wand shop. He doesn't visit often, since his residence is in America, but he comes and stays for two months each time he comes back here. I believe he is supposed to leave soon, so nothing prevents you from going there as soon as possible.'' Said Merebelle. "Tomorrow is Saturday, you should go." She added, taking out a piece of parchment and writing an address on it.

He did as she told him, and the next day he took a broom and made a quick trip to the nearby village. He tucked his broom into his bag and walked into the building where it said DeLioncourt – Magic Wands. A bell rang as he opened the door. The place reminded him of Ollivander, except there was no dust and the wands were all neatly organized and filed. He could feel the magic emanating from each of them, as always, unique.

A dark-skinned man wearing a black suit and tie walked over to the counter, welcoming him. If he weren't in a wand shop, he would have thought he was just a muggle, but the fact that he also sensed powerful magic from this man proved to him to never trust appearances.

"Well, the rumors are true then. You really are a vampire, aren't you? You are the Vulken's son? My name is Maghiel DeLioncourt, happy to serve you.'' Maghiel said before making a slight bow following Seth's nod.

Clearly, Seth already liked him. He took his wand out of his sleeve and put it on the counter.

"My wand does not listen to me anymore…or rather that it reacts in a very explosive way.'' Seth said.

Maghiel took the wand in his hands and placed it to his ear.

"Oh… oh ho, but what jealousy! Have you been doing any wandless magic lately?'' asked Maghiel.

''A lot. But, before that… when I used it at the very beginning, it was sapping my energy. I thought it was fixed, but it's started doing it again, especially since I've been here." Seth said.

Maghiel placed a hand to his chin and considered.

"This wand is really powerful. It didn't know you at first, but it really felt that it was made for you. It does not accept that you no longer use it. I think I can fix this problem, since I have already had similar situations with Veelas. Can you leave it to me for a few hours?'' Maghiel said.

"Of course..." Seth replied. "I'll pay you whatever amount you want too."

"Hm, fine. However, I need one last thing.'' Maghiel said pointing to Seth's head. "One of your hair. Surprisingly enough, to solve the problem, I used the hair of the people who were affected. Being some sort of magical creature, if you will, wands seem to respond well to it and I don't believe you are that different, Mr. Vulken.'' Maghiel said.

Seth raised his eyebrows and grabbed one of his hair before tugging on it. He cried out in surprise when the hair tore from his head as it caused him a great pinching pain.

''Ouch!''

"Heh, no wonder. Another proof that your hair is magical and will react perfectly with your wand.'' Maghiel said before taking the hair Seth was handing him. "You can come back tonight or tomorrow."

"Thank you...sir." Seth said.

''It's all natural.''

Seth left the store and went to explore the village a bit and couldn't resist buying more pens and notebooks. He had started to write his life, following a request from Mijuu Me at the beginning of the year, in order to better understand his needs. The principal had mentioned that all students would learn to know their hearts, their bodies, and that self-mastery began with the reflection of their lives and their knowledge. This was not to show school staff, but for personal reflection.

When he got to the point where he indirectly killed the sorcerer Gerard Buttler, his pen stopped, not knowing if he really should write it all down, as he would confess to any crime committed. He decided to write down the way he felt without mentioning names. He wrote in his journals in Parseltongue, and these could only open by mentioning his full name and date of birth also in Parseltongue.

The notebooks were for reflections, songs, and poems. Besides, he had not failed to include the song that Kathleen sang to him so often.

He took a glass of alcohol at the village tavern and listened to the conversations around. They revolved around Quidditch, women, men, affairs of the heart and deception, or a new spell invented by this or that wizard.

''Have you seen the newspaper of these Americans? Their President Roosevelt was again elected for the fourth time. Do you think Venwoerd will do the same?''

"These non-magicals are all distracted by their war. I don't think they have time to vote for anything. He is crazy, this president. He is afraid that someone will cast a spell on him from behind. As if we had time to take care of them. Our own minister does not take care of us.''

So, the Muggle African president was Venwoerd. This answered the question of his identity. Seth looked at the clock and paid for his drink before getting up and going back to DeLioncourt.

The bell rang as he walked into the wand shop.

"Ah, Mr. Vulken. Right on time. I must say that your wand gave me a hard time... the yew wood might have been good for thestral hair, but I must confess that I had to change the wood to fit your hair. Thestral's hair is unpredictable, and I didn't know what to expect with your hair either…but they bonded together like they were made for each other…and the only wood that wanted them together was aspen. Curious enough, but at the same time, no…aspen is great for fighting, since this wand will respond to your every thought, even before you utter a single word.'' Maghiel said.

Aspen… the same wood as Grindelwald's wand.

Seth took his new wand in his hands and a torrent of magic shot through him. He felt lighter as if most of his problems were solved. The heat of magic engulfed him, and he felt the need to release that magic immediately. He opened his left hand, and a glowing ball of light took shape for seconds before dissipating into the air.

"Wow! This wand even makes me want to do magic without it." Seth said, impressed.

He sheathed his wand on his right forearm and pulled a small cloth bag filled with galleons from his pack and tossed it onto the counter.

"But I didn't tell you my price..." Maghiel muttered taking the bag which made a nice noise.

"There are eighty galleons in there. Thank you so much!'' Seth said with a smile before leaving.

''There's no reason...'' replied Maghiel. ''Ah, thank you.''

OoOoO

End of November 1944

Rookwood walked slowly towards the Room of Requirement, listening to the surroundings to be sure not to be seen or heard. The door opened and he saw Tom facing the fireplace where a fire was roaring.

"My lord, I have the book you asked for." Rookwood said after the door closed behind him. "Although it took me longer…"

Rookwood fell silent as Tom's hand went up and he turned around before approaching him with a silent step.

"I don't want to hear your lame excuses." Tom said before Rookwood gave him the book.

"Do you…do you think this concerns you?" Rookwood hesitated. "After all, no one has been able to see this magic for a hundred and fifty years."

Tom's long, slender finger slid along the binding of the book, and he turned back to the fire and waved his free hand, motioning Rookwood to leave, which he did.

Tom opened the book which had several pages manually placed inside. They were several letters and collections written by wizards one hundred and fifty years ago, as Rookwood had told him. His great-great-great-grandfather, in fact, had sought to gain some power from ancient magic, with the help of a goblin named Ranrok. They had both been eliminated by a gifted student, able to use this ancient magic in turn.

By talking with Helena Ravenclaw, and finally getting the information about her mother's diadem, he had also obtained many other interesting things: possibilities to increase his abilities. It wasn't much, but she had simply mentioned that she reminded him of another student who could do things that others couldn't and the words *Ancient Magic* slipped from her lips.

Not finding what he was looking for in the books of the library, he had questioned Professor Binns, and then his knights, but more specifically Rookwood, one of whose castles still stood near Hogwarts, practically in ruins.

The book captivated him for several days, until a note in the margin of a parchment captured his attention.

Under Hogwarts. Library.

He knew the library well, and also the forbidden section, but he had never been able to see it all, because of that stupid poltergeist, Peeves, among others. If another secret was hiding in this school, he would find it.

He had to wait for a specific time during the night, when he had first arranged for Peeves to be at the other end of the castle for a few hours. He went to the forbidden section of the library after casting the spell to open the latch and went down the stairs. He stopped and avoided the ghosts that sometimes passed by.

He descended deeper and deeper beneath the school and wondered how few students tried to come here, until he felt the urge to leave.

He stopped himself.

No.

A powerful repelling spell.

How smart that was.

He turned around and broke the spell after several minutes, not knowing where the enchantment was. The effect wore off and he continued his way through cobwebs and rubble until he reached a door.

He opened the door and found himself in a gigantic, dark, and cluttered room where he had to move objects to be able to pass once again. Balls of light followed him, having mimicked the spell Seth had created years ago.

An arch was in the middle of the room. He suspected that it hadn't been active for several decades. Even if students had been here, they would have seen only a room with no exit. He approached and saw a white light on the ground. He tried detection spells around and towards the light source, but couldn't detect anything. He cautiously approached and brushed a finger over the source of light. He then felt an energy that he felt intimately drawn to, as if he could manipulate it as he pleased.

Yes. So that was it. Ancient magic… and he could see it… maybe using it?

The light had reacted to his touch and a whirlwind of magic rushed towards him. He then felt something inside of him, a feeling that told him to release this magic towards an object or something. He suspected that it had something to do with the ark and he did what this magic dictated and propelled his towards the ark.

A path then appeared in the ark, another place like a portal. Inside of him, he was jubilant, and his steps rushed towards the portal leading him to another large room completely ravaged. A gigantic space in the middle of the room had debris and he thought he saw another door among the rubble. He also noticed four huge portraits, only one of which still had the portrait of an animated wizard who looked at him raising an eyebrow.

"Well… looks like someone is finally able to see ancient magic. Tell me, young man, what year are we in now?'' asked the figure.

The portrait had fallen and cluttered and Tom had tilted his head to see the wizard, which he found unpleasant so, with a flick of his wand, he cleared all the debris around and set the gigantic portrait right side up and moved it to the wall.

''1944.'' replied Tom. ''Who are you?''

''Heh, one hundred and fifty years...we really have no concept of time here.'' muttered the figure. "Thank you for putting me back... very irritating to see things sideways, even if I had nothing else to do."

One hundred and fifty years? One of the guardians, as mentioned in the scrolls.

''Who are you? Percival Rackham?' asked Tom.

"Charles Rookwood." The portrait replied and Tom couldn't help but smirk. "You find something funny, perhaps?"

Yes. The fact that his descendant serves him. Tom regained his expression of impassiveness. He redid several levitation spells to restore some order in the room, but especially to clear the door downstairs.

''There is nothing. The person before you destroyed everything. You could hurt yourself…'' Charles said.

''I do not care. I want to see this place." Tom replied before opening the door with a wave of his wand.

Charles remained silent, pursing his lips as Tom disappeared from view.

Tom continued through lots of rubble, bridges, and had to step over obstacles and go around until he came to a narrow passage where a structure remained intact.

"Goblin metal." Tom muttered as he approached and bent down to touch the ground where he could feel the same ancient magic before the ark.

The lights on the ground reacted once more to his touch and came together in a whirlwind of magic that met in marbles, then in a kind of bubble before floating in front of him. He stood up and took a step back, but the magic went to him and entered through his nose and mouth.

The feeling was incredible and comparable to what he had felt when he had tasted Seth's blood, but it was something he knew he could still have without anyone's help, and he would put himself in search of that ancient magic no matter what it takes.

After all, he had eternity to do so.

OoOoO

(Explicit scene, skip to next chapter if you don't want to read.)

Merebelle had invited Seth, Corban, Galinos and Melody, one of her friends who was half-goblin, to her room like every Friday since classes almost started. They played all kinds of games, like chess, while drinking and laughing all evening.

"And there...wait, wait..." laughed Galinos while trying to keep his composure. "How many goblins does it take to paint a room?"

Seth snorted; he had heard that joke before from Anton.

''OH! But you're not funny…'' muttered Melody. "Only one if you throw it hard enough. But… I point out to you that this goes for everything, including baby centaurs, huh?'' She added, crossing her arms.

Merebelle laughed. "Hey, you and your sense of humor, Melo." She said before finishing her butterbeer.

Seth chuckled behind his glass of wine. Little Melody was no more than four feet tall, and she looked like a child despite her twenty-two years. At the Uagadou school, there was no maximum age for education there and you could even stay there as long as you wanted and that was one of the reasons why the school was gigantic. Even Seth hadn't had time to fully explore it yet and he suspected he would never be able to.

A snore echoed through the room, drawing everyone's attention to... Corban.

"Well, I think it's getting late." Galinos said before going to pick up Corban and put him on his back. "We'll catch up in a week guys." He added before leaving the room.

"Okay, you two behave!" Said Melody's high-pitched voice before picking up her purse and waving goodbye, then leaving the room as well.

Merebelle waved her hand towards her door, placing a locking and intimacy spell. Seth raised his eyebrows at the gesture and looked at her with a questioning face. Merebelle went sit next to him.

''What? I like to be sure that we are not disturbed and that we are not listened to. The walls have ears, much more in the dorms than elsewhere, believe me.'' She said.

Seth put his glass of wine on the small table next to the sofa.

"And may I know what you want to discuss then?" Seth asked as he heard Merebelle's heart quicken slightly.

She moved even closer to him.

"Hm, tell me, I never asked you… do you sleep?" she asked.

''Yes.''

''Interesting. I've heard that vampires don't sleep, or only very rarely, when they are injured.'' Said Merebelle.

"Something like that, yes. Some rest in beds for a few hours to pass the time or… after strenuous activity." Seth said with a smirk.

"Strenuous activity?" she said before licking her lips and if it was still possible, moving even closer.

Seth smelled her pleasant scent and felt the warmth of her body through her clothes. He knew she was a Veela, but in no way had he felt that she was using any power on him. And she didn't need to either, since it didn't take much to seduce men or him, but Seth had known her for two months already and he liked her personality.

She climbed on top of him and kissed him briefly.

"There is a woman… in your life?" Merebelle asked.

''No.''

"A man?" she asked before licking the tip of his nose.

''No.''

"Hm…I would have thought you and Corban were together. Did you know that men whose hearts are taken are immune to the power of veelas?'' said Merebelle moving her hips on him.

"Corban...is in love with me." Seth muttered, not really wanting to talk about him.

He placed his hands in her hair and around her waist to pull her closer and kiss her back, tasting the raspberry lipstick still on her lips.

"I dare to believe that it's not reciprocal, then." Said Merebelle between two kisses.

In response, Seth tugged on Merebelle's tunic, revealing her braless chest, and put his mouth on her left breast and his hand on her right.

''Oh!''

Merebelle slid her fingers through Seth's hair and began to moan in pleasure as Seth flicked his tongue over her nipple and wedged her other nipple between his fingers.

He changed breasts not without passing his tongue between her chest first and now passing his thumb over the left breast and pinching it between his fingers.

Merebelle's heart was beating louder and louder in Seth's ears. Warmth spread through his body and excitement skyrocketed. He wanted more contact with her skin and so he completely removed Merebelle's tunic, who in turn wanted to remove Seth's shirt, but he was faster, and the shirt was now on the floor.

Their lips met again as she blindly untied Seth's pants. He grabbed her by the waist before getting up and his pants, as well as his underpants, slipped to his feet. He didn't need to wear shoes here in Uagadou, and Seth was only too happy about that. He sat down again, now with his penis free, with Merebelle on top of him. She was wearing a skirt, but with underwear so thin you'd wonder why she was wearing them.

"Mmm, eager, are you?" Merebelle said.

"I don't think I'm any more impatient than you, considering the condition of my pants which were wet before they were taken off." Seth said mockingly.

"Oh, shut up and take me!" said Merebelle, placing herself better on top of him only to sink on his penis. "Oh, shit, you're big."

"You can take it, can't you, little flower?" Seth said before the sensations began to overwhelm him as she worked on him.

Merebelle's breasts danced before his eyes and her arms rested on his shoulders. She moaned and Seth was dying to bite her and hear her scream his name, but he controlled himself, refraining from letting his vampire side take over, just like it had happened with Miria.

However, he was not under the influence of drugs this time.

He felt Merebelle's muscles tighten around him, and she let out a long moan of pleasure before she kissed Seth again. His hands rested on her waist. Merebelle's breathing slowed down and so did her movements, coming down from her first orgasm.

"How many times will you let me have fun like this before you empty yourself into me?" Merebelle asked.

"I only need to bite you once and you'll never want to count again, dilthen lóth." Seth said.

Merebelle stared at him intently, seeing an option she didn't think she had. Seth heard only the incessant drumming of their two hearts and felt Merebelle's veins pulsing under his fingers and her skin.

''Show me.''

As soon as the words left her lips, Seth's eyes changed from their icy blue to jet black. His left hand moved up to the Veela's blond hair and he tugged gently on it while bringing his mouth to her neck. Merebelle's heart raced further, and he licked her neck, numbing her skin, before sinking his now long teeth into it and spreading his venom through her body.

"My god… oh." Moaned Merebelle.

Seth moved his pelvis, holding Merebelle by the buttocks with his right hand.

"Seth!"

Pleasure mounted and Merebelle's warm blood ran down his throat like syrup. He tightened his grip on her and she screamed his name over and over again, driving him crazy with lust. He felt her twitch all over again and her blood changed to a sweet taste as an orgasm shot through her. It only took a few more thrusts and Seth poured into her as his pleasure peaked.

He removed his mouth from her neck and let out a groan as his own orgasm came, pulsing inside her. Merebelle's forehead was on Seth's shoulder and the blood continued to drip from her neck as they caught their breath.

Merebelle leaned back, staring into Seth's black eyes and the blood that flowed from his mouth. Seth went to her neck again and licked the wounds which immediately closed.

''Incredible...'' muttered Merebelle before placing a hand on Seth's cheek and her thumb brushing his lips, wiping away the blood.

Seth took that thumb in his mouth, sucking the blood that was still there. She removed her thumb and leaned in to kiss him again. Decidedly, making love to a vampire was an experience not to be missed in a lifetime.

Venthyr translation

Dilthen Loth

Little Flower