Thomas was with the other First-year Students, being taken to their respective houses' common rooms as each group got smaller.
As they arrived at the Ravenclaw House, they saw status as one of the older students walked to the Eagle-like Gate and looked at the student.
"To enter this room, one shall answer this riddle: I can only be seen once. I rise in the day, but never in the night. I block the son, and the sky turns; humans look at me with awe, and All Mages respect what I am".
The older student was going to speak, but then Thomas spoke. "An Eclipse".
The eagle knocker glowed softly, and the door to the Ravenclaw common room creaked open, revealing a spacious, elegant area bathed in moonlight from enchanted windows.
The older student blinked. "Correct… Well, looks like we've got a sharp one this year."
Thomas walked in with a calm expression, though inside he smirked. "Sword God Template plus fan knowledge? I should ace every riddle they throw."
The room was filled with midnight blue and bronze décor, a massive arched ceiling above, and shelves stacked with ancient books. Several portraits of famous Ravenclaws gazed down at the newcomers, murmuring among themselves about the fresh minds entering.
One of the other first-years whispered, "Did you see how fast he answered that?"
Thomas caught the comment but paid it no mind. He found a seat by the window and pulled out his notebook, flipping to a page marked Phase One: Influence Key Players.
"This is where the real game begins," he muttered under his breath.
Thomas then stopped, as he looked as he saw a beautiful Marble, statue of a Beautiful woman, he stopped there as one of the 4th noticed him
The 4th year Student went to him and spoke. "Beautiful instead it"
Thomas just stammers. "Yeah, she is"
The stduen then smirk. "Guess who this kid is".
Thomas looked up at the marble statue again, taking in the serene face, the proud yet gentle gaze, the regal posture. Something about her presence stirred a strange familiarity in him—not from his memories in this life, but from the history he'd read.
He turned back to the older student and spoke with a bit more confidence, "Rowena Ravenclaw, right?"
The fourth-year grinned. "Bingo. Lady Ravenclaw herself. She watches over the common room. Some say the statue whispers to those who truly embody her ideals."
Thomas blinked. "You mean like a ghost?"
"Nah," the student shrugged. "More like… inspiration. Or maybe she left a bit of her magic in it. Who knows? Ravenclaws love their mysteries."
Thomas looked back at the statue, then gave a small respectful nod. "Well, Lady Ravenclaw… I hope I can live up to your name."
The statue, of course, didn't respond—but for a moment, Thomas could swear the air felt just a little warmer, almost approving.
Thomas was looking around a bit, and he found a girl; she looked his age, wearing the Ravenclaw outfit, as she was holding a crystal ball and had glasses, with messy yellow hair.
"Hi there".
The girl then stammered as she looked back. "Oh, sorry I didn't notice you there".
Thomas just Chuckles as he looks at her. "No problem, what's your name?".
The girl looked at him as she spoke. "Sybill, Sybill Trelawney".
Thomas then spoke in his mind. "What, really I thought she would be in Hufflepuff".
Thomas blinked in surprise for a second, managing to keep his expression neutral as he extended a hand. "Nice to meet you, Sybill. I'm Thomas… Lazarus."
Sybill tilted her head slightly, still clutching the crystal ball like it was her anchor. "Lazarus… interesting name. You have an odd aura about you—sharp, like a blade that's been tempered in fire."
Thomas raised an eyebrow, half-impressed. "Is that something you see with that crystal ball?"
She blushed slightly and looked away. "Maybe. Or maybe I just know things sometimes. My great-great-grandmother was a Seer, you know."
Thomas smiled softly. "Right… and you'll become a professor someday, whether you know it or not." He didn't say it aloud, of course.
"Well," he said instead, "if you ever want to compare notes on magic or talk prophecy, I'd be interested."
Sybill's eyes lit up with a curious gleam. "Really? Most people think Divination is silly."
Thomas just shrugged. "Most people don't have a clue how strange this world can get."
The Ravenclaw common room was unlike anything Thomas had imagined.
Nestled high in one of Hogwarts' towers, the room was airy and circular, with tall arched windows that offered a sweeping view of the surrounding mountains and forest. The ceiling was domed and painted with a moving mural of the night sky—stars slowly shifting as though time passed faster within its walls. Bookshelves, many packed to bursting, climbed the stone walls between windows, and intricate blue-and-bronze tapestries fluttered lightly from the breeze that always seemed to be present.
Sybill looked around in wonder. "It feels like the room is alive…"
Thomas nodded. "Yeah. Feels like a temple. Or a sanctuary."
In the center of the room sat a wide fireplace, around which were scattered mismatched armchairs and worn rugs. A couple of upper-years were already curled up with books or quietly chatting. As Thomas walked in with Sybill, more than a few heads turned—particularly at his Mage Association-inspired uniform and the sheathed sword strapped to his back.
"I think they're looking at you," Sybill whispered with an amused grin.
"More likely the sword," Thomas said dryly, dropping his bag by one of the armchairs. "Ravenclaws love mystery. Guess I just became one."
A 5th year student walked up, a Prefect badge pinned to their robes. "New first-years—welcome! Settle in. Your trunks should be brought up to your dorms shortly. Boys' staircase is on the left, girls' on the right. If you need anything, just ask."
"Thanks," Thomas said, giving a polite nod.
Sybill took a seat on a velvet-blue armchair and motioned for Thomas to join her. He sat down, stretching for a moment. His body still felt tense from the train ride and the Sorting.
"So…" she began, "why Ravenclaw?"
Thomas paused for a moment, then replied, "I wanted Gryffindor, to be honest. I like swords, duels, that kind of thing. But I guess the Hat saw… something else."
Sybill tilted her head. "You do give off more 'silent observer' than 'glory-seeker'."
Thomas chuckled. "Maybe. I do like learning. Just not always in the way Hogwarts expects."
Sybill nodded thoughtfully, gently clutching her crystal ball. "I think I understand. My grandmother always said knowledge isn't just in books. It's in dreams, visions… and choices."
"That's pretty deep," Thomas said, genuinely impressed.
A small pause fell between them, comfortable and calm, the way early friendships often begin. Other Ravenclaws were trickling in, and soon the common room began to fill with soft chatter and the rustle of robes and parchment.
Thomas leaned back and looked out one of the tall windows, the moonlight reflecting off the nearby lake.
"So this is it," he murmured. "Hogwarts. My new start."
Sybill gave him a soft smile. "Our start."
It was the next morning, as one of the Ravenclaw boys woke up, as he looked around, he noticed it was early in the morning maybe 6, so he had two hours before school started
The Boy yawns. "Just go to sleep Chang," he said to himself.
As he rolled his bead, he stopped, he was sure he slept next to Thomas in the common room, their beds were next to each other, so what happened
He rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times, trying to wake up properly.
"Thomas?" he called groggily, sitting up in bed and glancing around the dormitory. The soft morning light filtered in through the high windows, casting golden streaks across the room. Every other bed was still occupied—except the one beside his.
Thomas's bed was empty, the sheets neatly folded, and his trunk was closed and tucked at the foot.
Chang furrowed his brow, more awake now. "Weird… where'd he go?"
He swung his legs over the bed and stood, tiptoeing toward the window. As he did, a glint of movement caught his eye—down below, near the edge of the castle grounds, someone was moving through a light morning mist.
A tall figure, crimson-haired, holding something long in his hands.
The boy's eyes widened.
"That's… is that Thomas? What the hell is he doing out there?"
From this distance, he could just barely make out the smooth, precise movements—swings, stances, footwork. It wasn't chaotic but practised—disciplined. Thomas was training. With a sword. At six in the morning.
"Okay," Chang whispered, rubbing his face, "this guy is either a genius or completely mental."
He turned and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over himself with a sigh. "Ravenclaw just got a lot more interesting this year…"He rubbed his eyes, blinking a few times, trying to wake up properly.
"Thomas?" he called groggily, sitting up in bed and glancing around the dormitory. The soft morning light filtered in through the high windows, casting golden streaks across the room. Every other bed was still occupied—except the one beside his.
Thomas's bed was empty, the sheets neatly folded, and his trunk was closed and tucked at the foot.
Chang furrowed his brow, more awake now. "Weird… where'd he go?"
He swung his legs over the bed and stood, tiptoeing toward the window. As he did, a glint of movement caught his eye—down below, near the edge of the castle grounds, someone was moving through a light morning mist.
A tall figure, crimson-haired, holding something long in his hands.
The boy's eyes widened.
"That's… is that Thomas? What the hell is he doing out there?"
From this distance, he could just barely make out the smooth, precise movements—swings, stances, footwork. It wasn't chaotic but practised—disciplined. Thomas was training. With a sword. At six in the morning.
"Okay," Chang whispered, rubbing his face, "this guy is either a genius or completely mental."
He turned and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over himself with a sigh. "Ravenclaw just got a lot more interesting this year…"
Thomas stood still for a moment, his breath steady, the morning mist clinging to his crimson hair and robes. The sword in his hand hummed softly with the leftover resonance of his movements, its crimson blade glowing faintly in the soft light of dawn.
A shimmer of silvery-blue energy—the Sword Qi—gently flickered around his body, dancing along the edges of his limbs like a second skin. It wasn't just magic. It wasn't something Hogwarts would teach. It was his, forged from discipline, struggle, and an entirely different system of power.
He closed his eyes, feeling the flow of energies around him.
"It's thicker than I expected," he thought, focusing. "There is Qi here… faint and scattered, hidden beneath the sea of ambient Mana. Not dead, just... buried."
He sheathed his sword and sat down cross-legged on the dewy grass. Letting out a breath, he began circulating the Sword Qi inside his body—slow, careful, precise. His internal core, built over a decade of quiet effort, flickered like a dormant forge stirring back to life.
"With enough time," he whispered to himself, "I can convert the ambient Mana into Qi. But it's slow. Inefficient. Hogwarts might not be a place of cultivation... but it's still a place of learning. Maybe I can make it work."
Birds began to chirp in the distance, signaling the beginning of the day. Thomas stood, brushing himself off and glancing back toward the castle. The stone towers loomed against the pale sky, glowing with the first hints of sunlight.
He smirked. "Let's see what kind of magic you can teach me, Hogwarts."
As Thomas made his way back into the Ravenclaw Tower, he moved with practiced steps, careful to avoid a large, fluffy cat perched lazily on the stairs. It gave him a judging look before flicking its tail and walking off, as if dismissing him from its noble presence.
He sighed, pushed open the door to the dorms, and quietly grabbed his robes. A hot shower later, steam still rising off his skin, he was adjusting the cuffs of his Mage Association-inspired uniform in front of the mirror.
"At least I look sharp," he muttered, grabbing his satchel filled with enchanted notebooks and sliding his sword into the slot he'd discreetly crafted into the back of his cloak.
But as he stepped out into the corridor and began navigating the endlessly winding hallways of Hogwarts, frustration crept in like an unwanted guest.
"Why did this school never give maps to the First Years?" he thought bitterly. "They expect eleven-year-olds to survive a living labyrinth where the stairs have commitment issues?"
A staircase shifted as if on cue, twisting upward and stranding a few second-years on a platform overhead. Thomas blinked. "Of course you move now. Why wouldn't you?"
Eventually—after backtracking twice, evading a suit of armor that tried to challenge him to a duel, and resisting the urge to punch a smug talking painting—Thomas stumbled into the Great Hall.
Long tables were already filled with chattering students and floating plates of food. He spotted Lily and Snape at the Ravenclaw table and made his way over, dropping into the seat next to them with a grunt.
"Rough morning?" Lily asked, biting into a slice of toast.
"You could say that," Thomas muttered, pouring himself some pumpkin juice. "I think this school was designed by a sadist."
Snape smirked. "Wait until you meet Peeves."
Thomas started to eat his food, as he looked at Lily and Snape. "So, found anyone interested in your Hogwarts houses"
Snape looked as he spoke. "Not, other than the Malfoy, and that other girl. Her name was Narcissa".
Lily looked at Thomas as she spoke. "I did; not all people are like that, James boys; her name is Alice Rose".
Thomas ate his pancakes as he spoke in his head. "Alice, instead of that Naville Mother's name, hope I can change her fate, no I will Change both the fates".
Thomas cut another bite of his pancakes, chewing slowly as he watched Lily smile at the mention of her new friend. She had a warmth to her when she talked about people she liked—an openness he rarely saw from others.
Snape, by contrast, looked indifferent as he poked at his eggs. "Narcissa's polite enough," he added quietly. "But she keeps her distance. Probably because of her family's reputation."
Thomas sipped from his goblet and nodded. "Yeah… people are quick to assume the worst when it comes to Slytherin."
His mind wandered for a moment, drifting toward the name Lily had said: Alice Rose. She hadn't meant to bring it up as anything special, but to Thomas it was anything but ordinary.
"Alice… Neville's mother. Not yet married to Frank, not yet tortured into madness." His grip tightened slightly on his fork.
"If I play this right, I can save them all. Alice. Frank. Even Narcissa, if she's not too deep in already. The butterfly effect's already begun."
He took a breath, calming himself. Then he looked at Lily and Severus with a relaxed smile.
"Guess Hogwarts is already changing us," he said lightly. "Let's just make sure it's for the better."
Lily raised her cup of juice. "To better."
Severus, after a moment, clinked his lightly against hers. "To better."
Thomas smiled.
To be continued
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