Judgement Day (Hogwarts Mystery Year 7 Retell)

Chapter 12: The Norse Uprising.

"Power is not a means, it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship." - George Orwell.

Scandinavia had been known for it's cruel practices of the Vikings in the days of old after the fall of the Roman Empire. And for Wizards, magic came known by a different name: Seidr. Also known as magic. And Scandinavians were especially famous for Divination. It also served as a fabric of normal life and tradition. At least it was until the Christianization of the land. 

But many witches and wizards who practiced the old magic of Seidr were still very much alive. And Trotsky knew exactly where to find them. That's why he and Talos were walking up the snowy peaks of Norway to find the Shaman that resided there. "Welcome to Scandinavia. The land of the old Magic." He introduced to Talos.

"This place?" Talos asked.

"It's seen better days. But the chilly air. The peaks of snow. It reminds me of Ukraine, in the old country." Trotsky replied.

"What I would've given to see this place in its heyday." Talos thought out loud.

Trotsky nodded in agreement. "In many ways. What happened to the Vikings, and the Shaman who practiced Seidr or Seior without as much as the Anglicization in it, were perhaps the first to suffer from the wrath of Muggles. A fate that awaits all of us. After the failure of Harald Hardrada to take the throne of England from Harold Godwinson, the Vikings Christianized and abandoned many of their old faiths and beliefs. That's what the Muggles want you to think. Some of their ancestors fled to Western Norway. And still practice the old ways of Seior." He explained.

"And what is it that you'll offer them?" Talos asked, knowing full well that Trotsky was going to give them an offer they themselves could not refuse.

"What they desire the most. Let's just say... it will be a great feast for the gods in Valhalla." Trotsky answered.

They both headed on a longboat deep into the rivers of Norway to where the Wizarding Villages were. That was when a large fog encompassed around there.

"Uncle Iosef? Where did this fog come from?" Talos asked.

"We're getting close to the Shaman Villages. After the fall of the Vikings, the Scandinavians combined their power to keep this place concealed. To Muggles it's known as the fog of death." Trotsky answered.

"And will we join said dead?" Talos asked.

"Not if you're a wizard." Trotsky answered as he rowed ahead. "Lumos Maxima." The light summoned through and lighted their way to the village. "You have to use Magic here. Any other things like torches or even flashlights are useless here." He explained to Talos. 

Talos nodded. He had been in Gaul all of his life. Now here was Iosef Trotsky taking him to the far north. His father Vercingetorix was back in England at Malfoy Manor gathering all the Giants and the Gallic Tribes together along with the Dark Wizards and Witches. "I've never seen Scandinavian Wizards before." He said.

"No?" Trotsky asked.

"Are they very buff and hairy men? With thick beards?" Talos asked. Those were the stereotypes of Vikings he heard so much about.

"No." Trotsky answered. "Not all of them. And I know for a fact they don't all wear Horned Helmets." It reminded him of the times when Ksenia would ask about stories of the famous Vikings who built a kingdom.

Ukraine. 1963.

Iosef Trotsky sat in front of the fire stroking it with his wand. His 4 year old daughter Ksenia watched him in the distant.