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Hey guys. I know it's been awhile and unlike other authors (No shame to them!) I will actually be honest and not lie to you guys. I don't think I'll ever update this book again. There are a few reasons.
1. I want to be a published author, and that includes writing books I'm passionate about. Guess what? This AU is actually where my passion and desire lies! I spend every day in the shower thinking of ideas. That's why I decided to take the idea out of the HP fanfic label and actually improve on my vision into a new book! I'll be calling it either I'm Aldlerhorst or In the Eagle's nest. (depends on if I'm able to do titles in another language in the US cuz I really want the German version.) It's basically the same thing lmao and I'll post a preview here. I intend to fix up plot holes, introduce new characters and a new plot. Don't worry!
The plot will essentially be the same. So will all of the main characters (Harry Potter will be replaced by someone else I am more invested in developing.) However, I do intend to allow it to be seen on the Internet before it's published -- for free. After all, education and entertainment should be free or affordable. Genuinely should be sponsored by the govt. I had to spend time finding pdfs of my fav books cuz I can't afford shit. I don't want that for you guys. I'm focusing my energy in this, and therefore this will go into the past.
2. I don't really like JKR and HP anymore. When I first wrote this fanfic, I wrote it to spite the people who kept making Mary/Gary Sues out of their self inserts so I wanted to create a story where I'm not the most powerful and not everything goes well for me lmao. After all, as a man who has a hot temper and not the best emotional intelligence ofc I'm gonna make some enemies. (Geez, if this was IRL I would be surprised to fall in love with someone like Braxton, who is cold, reserved and downright ruthless and refuses to take shit.) So, I sort myself Slytherin and bingo!
That's when I realized: Oh shit, I might actually be the smartest here. I'd really have to think to not accidentally make myself the center. I would argue I failed here. It's hard to when you KNOW you are an intelligent man and would likely beat everyone's ass. I know martial arts too. That's why I created characters like Phoenix, Braxton, and Ryan. To fill that gap. I also made others like Sirius,Voldemort, Dumbledore and Harry smarter and much stronger. It became too stressful and started to dislike HP for wondering if I'm going to far. That alone caused my motivation to disappear and a desire to make it an original appear. That way I'm not even the strongest in the universe or fuck even the smartest.
Then. You know that JKR is a terf and recently hated on Asexuality. I didn't intend to get into HP until I got into Drarry. I'll be brutally honest, I didn't even finish book 5 because even though I was 17 at the time, I could see the writing, plot and awful formatting. I was also pissed there was no Drarry but hey, I did get to write this beauty. I'm a Panromantic Asexual trans disabled guy. I fucking hate people like JKR. I don't want to associate with her work but I don't mind continuing my other HP works. Doubt I'll get motivated hell. If you wanna take my premise feel free to, pls credit me. I'll even give you what I was planning.
3. I'm a college freshman. I'm busy as fuck with my classes, IRL shit, dealing with this stupid dictator of a president and my family. I don't have the time to write multiple 10k chapters (I'm a hypocrite, I do have the time for my original lol) in a week. I unfortunately do have an IRL. It's time for me to move on from fanfiction.
So, I would like to thank the few who are going to read this and I do wonder: would you read it if I posted the original here?
Here's the preview!
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Today was August 18th, the day before I would go on the train for my second year. I was eating breakfast at this current moment. My parents told me that since I was able to graduate from a wand fairly quickly, that I should go to my ancestors vault to pick out a weapon. It excited me that I would be able to choose a piece of history! These were all weapons my ancestors used for war, dueling, and especially runes. I was told that the knives were specifically designed so that they could create runes effectively on any surface, including air.
I told my parents I would go to the vault for my primary weapon to be used with magic and that my runic knife should be created. Well, today was the day the knives were supposed to be finished. I used a variation of a dagger, with a minor hook to help get rid of sticks or clear the area if needed. I was thinking ahead to survival. Plus, I asked for runes to be inscribed for protection and a boost of my magic.
It felt incredible knowing that today, I'll be getting my signature weapons! It should be a lot of fun. In honor of me, my parents made swedish chocolate waffles which was delicious. I had some regular milk with it. I sighed in contention with how delicious my meal was. Gosh, I really loved my parents' homemade cooking. A strange part of me was delighted about this breakfast. To my understanding, I believe my previous life's favorite breakfast was chocolate chip pancakes?
It did transfer over because I still adored pancakes. My parents always complained about how much I drank this American soda, Dr Pepper. I had a feeling that was my previous life's favorite drink. I decided to not dwell on my previous life. Ever since I had a few memories in my childhood, I have never had one again and I'm thirteen! Well, maybe that memory he summoned of him attempting to become a werewolf last year but still. I think he realized it was stupid to put these on a child. It did cause a significant amount of stress in my life.
I drank the rest of my milk and saw my mom.
She asked, "Did you enjoy those waffles, sweetheart?"
I nodded my head enthusiastically. "Yes, Mama. These were delicious. I'm mostly excited for today!"
She laughed slightly. "I imagine you are excited about your weapons. I'm not sure if we can afford lessons, so you might need to talk to your offensive and defensive magic professor."
Oh yeah! I love Professor Kozak. He seemed fairly intelligent and definitely loved dueling. He always took pride in talking about his stories in the tournaments. Supposedly, he's won well over 10 titles in his career, and even defeated the best duelist from my country, Melvin Hallbäck. It was a massive controversy on how a one eyed polish person could defeat someone seasoned. I always called it abelism.
He was calm and had an even tone, but that caused me to be more mesmerized. I think I'll ask him to help me learn whatever weapon I get. I imagine I would be taught well. I thought his teaching style helped me learn significantly well. Oh well. I'll have to ask him in a couple of days if he could teach me about this stuff. Although I have been told by my parents and him that graduating this early was a massive deal and most don't until the third year or later. Some don't even graduate at all.
Ah. I could sit all day with him.
My dad walked in the room. "What has got him like this? He only acts like this with books."
My mom responded, "I mentioned his Magical Defense teacher, or Application of Magic. I know he admires him a lot."
He chuckled. "Hmm... I wonder if he's got a minor celebrity crush on him? That could explain it."
What the fuck? I immediately went red in the face and stood up suddenly to the point my glasses fell off my face. I hoped I didn't crack them since I got them a couple of weeks ago. Yeah, surprising, I can't fucking see up close.
I exclaimed, "I admire him as a professor, what the fuck? And you know that it's unlikely for me to crush on guys that are older or I don't know! Or people in general."
My dad put his hands up. "Alright son." He cleared his throat. "Are you excited to go to the family castle today to pick up your weapon?"
I nodded my head eagerly. "Yeah! Then tomorrow I'll bring it to school and show Nick!"
My dad smiled slightly. "Your good dragon friend, huh? Alright kiddo. Get ready, we'll leave in a few minutes to blink over there."
Ah yeah! It always made me vomit and feel like shit, but that spell was one of the quickest ones we had available. If I'm not wrong, it was called Augnablik fjarflutningur, which was just a complicated old Norse spell that was in our family grimore. Magic truly did depend on the country of origin! There were also spots you could touch in local city areas to go in between cities and even countries although it was complicated.
As soon as I used the spell to clean off my plate, I rushed upstairs to my room where I got dressed in an outfit for today: I grabbed a shirt with a wolf on it and threw on a flannel with black and white stripes. I put on some black jeans. I combed my hair and let it sit. I flicked my bangs over my glasses. I smirked. I wanted to look good for when I get my weapon. I was a bit nervous, what would I get?
I had a fairly runic based fighting style, so I would have to grab something that could complement that. I was able to draw runes in the air fairly quickly. I could use my new knives for that, though. Although they would always be amplified through a medium such a sword. Sometimes I wondered why we don't use wands like in that ancient book known as Harry Potter from the era before the Bombs. I sighed as I finished brushing out my hair and messing it up so I could admire my curls.
I put on some boots and grabbed my phone. I put it in my pocket and went into the living room of my house where my mom and dad were waiting besides this odd door. I was confused, I had never seen it before. I shrugged. I thought we were going to use the spell, this was weird? It's not like I could suspect it of something. Are my parents stupid? That door probably led to nowhere.
I stared at the floor. "So... What's up with that door?"
My mom responded calmly, "Back in the day, we created a Leiðin að hvergi, which is essentially a door that transports you to a new location. It's usage died out with the use of rapid transport trains and the discovery of teleportation. This will take us to the family castle."
Wow! I didn't know I was staring at a piece of family history. I felt bad for not realizing that earlier. Totally wasn't obvious. I wondered if this was like a safety thing too. During the timeframe when there was still a lot of radiation in the atmosphere, you had a good chance of coughing in the fumes or be at risk of dangerous diseases that could kill you in days.
If I'm not wrong, our family created this castle around five to six thousand years ago? I was surprised that I could trace my direct family line that far. But I guess that's common for major Wixen families.
My dad gestured for me to walk into the door. I walked through the door and felt a strange sensation of dark magic whispering in my ear, like it was welcoming me home. It caused me to have shivers down my spine. I felt it cascading down my skin, gently welcoming me and comforting me. It was creepy, but at the same time it gave me a sense of peace. I could tell my family didn't have a similar reaction.
I noticed the walls had dark bricks with cracks in them. All of the sudden, the torches that looked like they hadn't been lit in centuries suddenly flared up in immense, bright orange flames. There was a blue path that led to where I needed to go. I checked my parents faces, and they looked like they were expecting this. Was this how they were guided to the armory if they even went there? I had a mixture of confusion and excitement on my face.
I followed the path. It felt like the hallway would go on forever. Then, a few minutes later, I noticed some water drop. Then, it opened up to a massive clearing which appeared strangely modern albeit with the black bricked backgrounds. There was an ancient TV in the center of the room with radiation coated couches, or at least what used to be extremely radioactive. How did it get there? Was this thrifted?
There was a massive mural of a grey wolf with green eyes, small dragonic horns on its head, and beautiful feathered wings. This wolf was dashing gracefully in the snow. I had a strong sense of familiarity when I stared at this portrait. I didn't understand why, why would I get these strange feelings? Then my dad walked in front of me and everyone was serious as we walked by numerous rooms with spruce doors to the spot the blue lines ended.
When I saw the room: I noticed armor similar to how I would've imagined second age vikings to look like: the helmet nearly covered the entirety of the face with what appeared to be wings out the back. There was a soft, magical light coming off the sides of them. The armor looked sleek. There were runes all over it, and seemed similar to a wolf. It was extremely interesting!
That's when I went over to pay attention to the weapons: I recognized many of the swords from thousands of years of Swedish history. There were sabers, axes, longswords, and many more weapons. I felt a magical draw to this one weapon. I followed this dark magic to this axe that was intricately designed: it looked like there was there a blizzard on with a strong wolf inscription on it. The handle had stiff leather casing around it that was blue in color. There were runic inscriptions on the other end.
What drew me to this axe? I was under the assumption I would claim a sword. I felt a cold wind behind me with a cool touch on my shoulder. This whole journey to the castle has been strange. I thought that dark magic was supposed to be dangerous and lethal, not comforting and helpful. Was I misguided my whole life? I did use some dark spells.
My dad finally said, "Huh. Why would you want an axe? I could imagine you, but..."
He went over to grab a sword with a straight edge. It looked similar to a Bosworth. He held it gently in his hands. I didn't feel a strong attachment to it.
He continued, "This was my grandfather's, your great grandfather's favorite sword. I thought you'd might claim this because you remind me of him. Your grandma thinks so as well."
Right, just because I was similar to someone didn't mean that I would automatically claim their great weapons. I think I've heard of my great grandfather, he lived to the age of 108, which was fairly young for a wixen. I imagine it would be like aging to 70 in nongifted terms. I know many people who still had alive great grandparents, including a couple of my friends.
He was famous in his influence in the Fourth World War, where France decided to start a war of attrition against Germany. They felt like the rise of their far right government was because of them sabatoging their economy. History says kind of, but I guess I'll find out later. What was interesting this was purely a wixen focused war. You would think wars would affect both worlds. He was the general of the Swedish army and decapitated the French Dictator. They tried to keep the old borders as much as they could.
Except Germany looked like it did before World War Two. Oh well. I shouldn't think too much about the history of my family. It was intriguing but it wasn't relevant right now.
I grabbed the axe and weighted it in my hand. I had a feeling it was created in hopes that someone like me would claim it. I felt a strange part of me feel sasitified. I felt a shrunken book put in my pocket. I had a feeling my parents weren't the right person to share it to. I felt a strong wave of dark magic. Should I embrace it? It felt perfectly weighted in my hands. I swung it. It felt surprisingly easy to maneuver, unlike other war axes.
There was a slight guards on my hand that appeared. I knew with finality that this was my weapon.
I turned to my mom and dad. "I know how you two might feel, but I can tell this is my weapon. I had a strong dark feeling."
My mom raised an eyebrow. "That's what your great great grandfather claimed when he picked his weapon. It ended up buried with him in hopes it would be brought with him in the afterlife."
My dad also added, "Plus, not all dark magic is evil. Perhaps this axe will mean something. Let's go home."
Then, we went to the place where we would pick up my new knives. I always was interested in blacksmithing, how would it go? Once I went home, I felt strange from the axe hanging proudly on my wall. What was the significance of this? Who was I meant to read this book with? I had no idea. I had a feeling Nick would know something, but someone else. Someone I didn't know yet.
I had grabbed my phone and texted in it.
Thor but Dragon Form ⛈️
Hey Nick! So I was wondering if you had any info.
I got this strange book. I know you're old AF so...
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I took a picture of the book and immediately sent it to him. The cover of the book appeared to be in old Norse. I still had no idea how to do translation spells plus I had a feeling it wasn't time yet. My phone beeped. Damn he was quick.
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Wtf man. My parents did teach me old Norse
because they were around for it's resurgence.
That title translates to, "The Axe of the Mystical
Wolf". The name of the species is heavily
blurred. Dude, let's look at it on the train.
So weird! This book was in plain sight and I definitely
knew of it's significance immediately.
... Skuggi. I love you as a friend but can you
pls speak plainly? This is too serious for
your sarcasm.
Oh shut up. But anyways, it suddenly appeared
in my pocket once I felt a strong dark urge to my new axe.
Awesome! Can I see a picture of it!
A two hundred year old dragon have weird priorities
But whatever. Here it is!
(Attached picture of axe)
NGL, the book I'll figure out tomorrow. Dw
about it. But your axe reminds me of... no.
The wolf looks sick. You'll complete
your wolf Viking arc!
You're not funny. Good night, thanks!
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I turned my phone off and went to sleep immediately. I had weird dreams about wolves.
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Gives you a good Tldr of what to expect hehe. I'm not spoiling much but I'll finally address Braxton as a main character from the start. It's basically where magic is amplified through weapons rather than wands. I know, but it's really hard to not associate with HP sometimes lol.
Goodbye.
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