To think it all began with a prophecy so long ago...

“So this is for real?” said Jack.
“This what, Jack?”
“Going to Ingoldstadt.”
Andor laughed. “Of course. You will attend all eight years.”
“They’re eight years!?”
“Yes, they are. Unlike Hogwarts, where there are only seven.”
"Oh joy," replied Jack sarcastically. "More school to look forward to..."

Naming snowy owls can prove to be dangerous... as does following the orders of snowy werecats.

Harry gets sorted and Jack arrives at school... though there seems to be more to both events than initially thought...

“You mean you don’t know?” whispered Ralph.
“Know what?” asked Kenichi.
“No one knows until they come to Ingoldstadt,” whispered Billy fearfully as he looked around, as if afraid that someone might be spying on them. “Or until an older member of the family comes to Ingoldstadt,” he added looking pointedly at Tancred and Ralph.
“Know what?” echoed Jack, starting to get annoyed.
Ralph leaned in, and Jack and Kenichi leaned in to hear him out. “Know about… Desmond Tiny.”

Now, pay attention. I’m going to fire call you at 2:00 AM sharp, in the Main Common Room. We will be able to speak untracked for about fifteen minutes; after that, whether we are done speaking or not, I’m leaving. If you are going to bring someone, make sure it is someone you trust with your life.

Godspeed.

So whose family isn't crazy anyway?

Never thought I'd get this far...

Indeed, there was an envelope at Jack’s feet. Jack reached down and took it, turning it around to see if it had an address or a name or any mark at all. Nothing.

“What are you waiting for?” asked Tancred. “Open it!”

Jack did and inside the envelope he found a neatly folded piece of parchment. He pulled it out and unfolded it.

‘I’m not dead.’

His name is on more than one journal, on various letters, and even in a book, but who might he really be is what drives Jack Riddle insane