Hogwarts, Scotland, September 1st, 1943
Dumbledore silently fumed throughout the dinner, before quickly returning to his quarters, forgetting; to even greet his new Gryffindors. The wizard threw anything within his reach after throwing the door open to his rooms. Old magical tomes, vials of precious potions, and various other items were all thrown around endlessly until the wizard had nothing left to throw.
Heaving, Dumbledore stood up straight and took several deep breaths to calm himself. The wizard truly wished to harm the younger witch earlier at the entrance and even more in the Great Hall. The worthless witch had dared to demean his public image and even became a filthy snake already associating with blessed, magical families. The same families who had turned their nose up at Dumbledore. The man sighed he; would have to suck up to the girl, no matter how much he believed she was already rotten, to achieve his goals. It would take an immense amount of self-restraint with how deeply rooted the Professor's hate of the old blood wizarding families, the hatred only comparing to his other hatred of muggles.
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Hogwarts, Scotland, September 2nd, 1943
Victoria, dreading the Transfiguration class, allowed herself to be dragged, by Abraxas. The rest of the sixth-year Slytherins following alongside the pair. It was something that confused Victoria while she was being dragged. The witch never saw any other house travel fully together in her past life as a Gryffindor, and even in the future, Slytherins had always been together in big groups no matter what was occurring. Victoria just shook her head dismissing, the thought as the group began entering the classroom. Abraxas and several others had sneered slightly at the sight of a few Gryffindors. The wizard then ushered his cousin towards the opposite side.
There were almost no magical lights as this classroom instead had several large arching windows that massive amounts of sunlight poured into the room. The seating arrangement consisted of three tables in each of the six rows. The outer two tables of each row had two seats while the center table of each row had four seats. Besides those features, the classroom itself was quite similar in feeling to the Transfiguration classroom Victoria was used to when she had been taught by Professor McGonagall.
Tom chose to sit in the center middle row, Orion and Abraxas sitting to his right. Both of witch's cousins and even Orion had gestured for Victoria to sit with them at the table, but before she could Estelle, Aubery and Nymera dragged her to sit with them at the desk behind the boys, insisting to the opposite trio that Victoria would much rather sit with other girls.
"Hello my students, today we will start with some transfiguration theory," greeted Professor Dumbledore as he appeared in a flurry of fire with Fawkes in a cage. Upon seeing the bird, Victoria softly smiled remembering, how the phoenix had helped her previously. Though the witch didn't understand how such a noble creature remained with such a man but supposed she couldn't do anything about it as it was Fawkes' choice.
Ignoring the thoughts, the blonde witch began readying her parchment for notes, Dumbledore lecturing on and on about theory, just as a feather fell atop her head. Tilting her head up the, feather fell, Estelle had picked it up, Victoria saw Fawkes flying in a circle above her head. Curiously she reached her hand out, not registering that the class had gone silent as Dumbledore stopped speaking, and Fawkes perched a single claw on Victoria's index finger. The bird chirped several times as it nuzzled the Mistress of Death's hand.
"It seems that Fawkes has taken an interest in you Victoria. My girl only very trustworthy wizards are given the pleasure of a phoenix's presence, you must be honored," declared Dumbledore effectively breaking the silence.
"I ask again professor that you do not use my first name and call me your girl. As I said before it could be taken wrongly as you are so much older," critiqued the green-eyed girl.
"Ahh yes, I do apologize, Miss Peverell," replied Dumbledore with a small smile. Though several students could tell that the professor was not sincere.
"Let us continue with our lesson now, this year we will begin producing an animation, or the giving of life, to your transfigured products. Can someone answer how can we give animation to certain transfigured products, such as transfigured animals?" questioned Dumbledore peering around the classroom from behind his desk, gaudy maroon robes billowing around.
Victoria was about to raise her hand to give a theoretical answer that Lady Vivan had taught her while she had studied in the Realm Halls but instead saw Tom raise his hand and decided to just let him explain. Dumbledore even after having seen Tom's hand chose to look around a few more times before seeing no one else had raised their hand and he had to call on the Slytherin.
"Mister Riddle you may answer," conceded Dumbledore having no other candidates to call on.
"I apologize Professor, but my name has been changed this summer, so please do address me as Mister Slytherin from now on," replied Tom cooly.
"I had not known of this development, but yes of course Mister Slytherin," apologized Dumbledore once more that day insincere.
"To answer the question we would refer to the theory presented by Victor Roots who named it "Root Theory". The theory when simplified explains how under the magical domain there is a theoretical type of archaic magic called life magic that is mostly lost or unknown to modern wizards. There were magical spells that incorporated transfiguration and this theoretical life magic that were preserved though which allows us to give animation to transfigured objects," answered Tom very diligently.
"That is correct Mister Slytherin. Slytherin house may have one point for your answer."
As the lesson progressed Victoria steadily watched as Dumbledore barely taught but instead continually handed out points to Gryffindors for the simplest of tasks.
"Thank you for reading that sentence, Mister Andrews. Ten points to Gryffindor."
Ten points for reading a single sentence yet only one for Tom's perfect and insightful answer. Honestly, it was preposterous thought Victoria, as Gryffindors already had almost over fifty points in the first period of the first school day, so the witch silently glared at the elder wizard's back. Until her quill tip snapped breaking off. Sighing Victoria rummaged through her leather messenger bag for a new quill.
The rest of the class and then day continued without a hitch no other incidents worth a mention occurred. Though Victoria was quite peeved at the assignments she had to finish before she could speak with Hendrix, she wished she could use the Time Warp room as she had previously at the Realm Halls.
"Who needs to know how to make an energy potion? It only lasts for two hours just drink a cup of coffee for Morgana's sake!" exclaimed the witch quite fed up with the essay Slughorn had assigned on the first day. Just because she had been learned more on the subject, did not mean that Victoria liked potions any more than she did in her past life.
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Nurmengard Castle, Austria, September 2nd, 1943
"The Peverell heiress was spotted at platform nine and three quarters on her way to Hogwarts. She was seen to be close to the Malfoy family and another unidentifiable boy who stood with the family, though we assume he is an heir of a family as well," reported a wizard clad in black robes who was kneeled in front of another wizard.
The blonde wizard, the greatest Dark Lord of the times, Gellert Grindelwald.
"So the witch truly did live? I had thought you reported her to have perished with the others? Did you lie to me Lukas?" questioned Grindelwald who glanced down, smiled, and grabbed the face of the kneeling wizard in one hand.
"O-of course, not m-my lord," the man, now known as Lukas, sturred out as he trembled.
"You know, I have no use of liars who are unfaithful to their superiors, don't you darling?" asked Grindelwald in a sickeningly sweet sugar-coated tone.
"Yes, my lord," whimpered the acolyte still hopeful that his Lord would spare him.
"Fiendfyre," whispered the platinum blonde wizard, and watched as the young man was incinerated into ash in mere moments. Banishing the ash and adding the wand the wizard had owned to his collection of wands. Grindelwald currently has several hundred wands of his victims lining one of the halls in the castle to serve as a trophy hall.
"When I find that detestable witch, all three of the Hallows will be joined and I will prevail over all muggle scum," declared the proclaimed Dark Lord as he looked across the grounds of his magnificent castle.
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Realm Halls
"Will she be able to win when it occurs in the next year?" questioned Hekate.
"She has not even seen twenty summers yet how could she ever go against that thing?" asked Vivan in response.
"Well that old fool banished that self-proclaimed Dark Lord, she surely can," replied Idan having faith.
"That's only because that sack of bones gave his old lover a headstart and was pulling back his full power," explained Moira.
"How is that man a sack of bones?? He's quite handsome in my eyes," insisted Saxon.
"Oh yes let's forget he's a mass murderer and an all-around cruel mortal," refuted Vivan.
"What can we say the crazy ones are hot!" exclaimed Eris who high-fived Saxon.
"He's barely even attractive you two lack taste," sneered Idan at the twins.
"We were joking come on! You didn't think we actually meant it did you?" defended Eris.
"Yeah what Eris said!" nodded Saxon.
"We do not discuss the looks of mortals at these meetings," chastised Hekate who gave a disappointed look at the troublesome twins.
"Yes Mother," answered the two looking very put-out.
"What do you think Hendrix, will she be able to do so without aid?" inquired Moira.
"She is capable but still has not discovered the additional magic she has been gifted. I plan to teach her but it would be best to wait until her magical core settles at seventeen," answered Hendrix.
"So we will wait," declared Vivan.
"Who likes waiting, Idan and Moira speed the timeline up I wanna we wanna see what happens!" shouted Saxon excitedly.
"Pretty please, Idan? Moira? We promise we won't do anything for another decade if you do!" promised Eris.
"You both already are grounded for meddling with this world for quite a while now stop, before you get banned from even entering that world," announced Hekate again giving the twins a disapproving look.
"Mother please!" shouted the twins attempting to give puppy eyes. If they were a couple of centuries younger, Hekate might have caved but by now she knew better than to be lenient with the duo.
"No means no."
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Author's Note: I am very sorry that this book has been updated so late and that the chapter is shorter than what I had promised would become the new chapter-length norm. Recently my grandparents passed away due to Covid-19, causing me and my family to be very busy so it has been extremely hard to update this project.
Also if you forgot who is who because it's been so long since they've appeared:
Creator & Bringer of Magic (Mother Magic or Hekate)
Creator of Life (Lady Life or Vivian)
Creator of Fate (Lady Fate or Moira)
Creator of Time (Lord Time or Idan)
Bringer of Death (Lord Death or Hendrix)
Bringer of Chaos (Lord Chaos or Saxon)
Bringer of Mischief (Lord Mischief or Eris)