Summary:
A new year at Hogwarts is beginning. It's Bran's first year, Robb is Head Boy of Gryffindor, Arya leads an underground dueling ring, Daenerys' father and brother are becoming more and more obsessed with hunting down those they don't think are pureblood, hoping to lead the Wizarding World into a great Race War. The Stark children face new challenges every step of the way, and work to follow in the footsteps of their family before them.
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Bran
Bran Stark settled next to his brothers and their friends in the train carriage, but he did so nervously. He was happy they were letting him tag along, but was sure they might eventually forget their promise. He saw his parents out the window, and waved eagerly. Catelyn smiled at him reassuringly, nervous that her older children might let him down. He wanted so terribly to be in Gryffindor with Robb, Jon, and Sansa, or maybe Slytherin with Arya, but she had a feeling he would be sent to Hufflepuff. He didn't have the same boastful and proud attitude as his siblings, he cared more about their family dogs and climbing trees than he cared about duels or Quidditch.
Jon edged his knee against Bran's. "Don't be nervous, Pups." he said with a smile. "It'll feel completely normal within a week."
"Mum thinks I'm going to be a Hufflepuff." Bran sighed. "I heard her talking to Dad last night."
"That's alright." Robb commented. "Talisa's a Hufflepuff. Never met one I didn't like. It's the know-it-all Ravenclaws that are shite to be around." he said, and Bran giggled.
"And Sam!" Jon added, smacking his friend on the arm. "You saying Sam isn't good enough?"
"Yeah, Hufflepuff is a fine house, Bran." Sam smiled down at the boy.
"Even Sansa's a Gryffindor, and she's a girl." Bran said stubbornly, to which everyone rolled their eyes.
"Let it go, Bran." Robb sighed. "You just got to hope for the best, and whatever house you're in will fit. I promise."
After the dusk turned to night, the bright glimmering Hogwarts castle appeared around a bend, and Bran pressed his nose against the glass, grinning. His newly bought school robes felt starchy and stiff, but the excitement made him forget.
The train hissed to a stop, and Bran kept at his brothers' heels as everyone hurried out onto the platform.
"First years this way, please, first years to the boats!" a massive man was announcing. Bran's eyes widened, and he looked around desperately for his older brothers, who seemed to have dissipated into the crowd. He took a deep breath, and turned on his heel to head towards the rows of bobbing boats. He climbed in one beside a girl with curly black hair to her shoulders, and dark eyes. A thin tall boy with the same dark, wide eyes, followed him in.
"Hi." the girl finally said, before anyone else climbed in. "My name's Meera. Are you one of the Starks?" she asked.
His eyebrows knotted together. "Yeah, how did you know?"
"Saw you with Robb and Jon." she said.
"You know my brothers?"
"Everyone knows them." the boy who'd followed him said. "They're quidditch stars, Robb's a prefect."
"Did you read up on us before you got here?" Bran asked nervously.
"Well, your father is the Adviser to the Minister of Magic, everyone knows the Starks." The boy said. "I'm Jojen, by the way, I'm her brother." he nodded at Meera. "Are you excited?"
Bran was slightly leery of the pair, but happy for some conversation. He swallowed.
"I don't know if that's the word for it."
Daenerys
Dany climbed into the horseless carriage, following Doreah and Missy. She was a 6th year now, but she'd only been here since she was a 4th year. When she arrived, she'd taken the school by storm. She was part Veela, so her silver hair and amethyst eyes overpowered any man. She'd grown up in a place called Croatia, and she and her brother were homeschooled by her father until she was 14. Her brother was a 7th year, and she didn't know where he'd gone off to. They were in separate houses, Viseyrs in Slytherin, and she in Ravenclaw with her friends, so she didn't have to see him as much.
She sat back in the carriage, tired from the journey. Missandrei, or Missy, and Doreah, giggled over how cute they both thought Jon Snow, the Stark's half brother, was. Dany smiled slightly, happy to be back around familiar and slightly childlike topics of conversation, instead of constantly having to listen to her father and brother go on and on about purebloods, and the great 'race' war that would be coming to the Wizarding World. Missandrei was muggle born, and Doreah was half, and she liked them both fine, but never told her brother their true heritage. The night was filled with the noises of excited children and young adults, laughing and shouting and talking as the carriages began to make their way up towards the School.
As the girls walked into the Great hall, they felt the familiar turn of head as every boy strained to get a glimpse at them, their chins perked up and smiles formed on their lips.
"Exchange students." Doreah whispered excitedly. "Some yanks from Salem this year I hear, and Durmstrang, and of course, some Beauxbaton witches."
"Exchange students?" Dany replied. "Since when did Professor Lannister allow that?" she asked as her eyes fell on a huge boy with long hair and beautiful brown eyes.
"Something to do with public relations. Who knows why he does anything?" Missy said.
Sure enough, their newly appointed headmaster, Tywin, wasn't even present in the great hall. Instead, Professor Tyrell, the deputy headmistress, stood at the front of the Great Hall, holding the sorting hat and smiling down at everyone. Rumor had it was that she wasn't a fan of Professor Lannister, who spent most of his time at the Ministry, working as the Head Treasurer. And who really was, the Lannisters pretended the school was their own personal castle. Dany and her friends found a place at the Ravenclaw table, and again she felt her eyes fall on the Durstrang boy.
Arya
At the Slytherin table, the students talked amongst themselves. Arya Stark, now a 2nd year, had become quite close with one of the Slytherin upperclassmen, a 5th year called Gendry, who treated her as a little sister. Arya was quite small for her age, and at first had been picked on, but her fierce side came out when she was finally called on to duel against someone, and now had become quite a legend at underground dueling, which was frowned upon by the administration. So she sat quietly beside Gendry, her dueling partner in pair duels, and watched her little brother nervously stand with the rest of the first years. She tried to catch his eye, and shot him a grin, but he still seemed terribly nervous. He was a born Hufflepuff, sure he was adventurous, and they'd often be found at home lost in the woods together, but while she would challenge him at archery and wrestling, he would be more worried about his dog, who he'd been forced to leave at home.
The sorting began, and each respective house called out would then burst into cheers, the Gryffindor, as usual, being the loudest. Stark was quite near the end, so she nervously twiddled with her braid, watching carefully. Right before Bran was sorted, a pair of dark hair twins, Meera and Jojen, were sorted into Hufflepuff, and sure enough, Bran followed.
Bran
He found a seat beside the twins, who grinned happily at him, and the rest of the table began chanting "we got a Stark, got a Stark!"
Robb's girlfriend, Jeyne, smiled at Bran, reaching over and squeezing his arm. She was a Head like Robb, and had spent some time at their house this Summer, and he was quite fond of her, and happy to have a familiar face. Someone scooped him up and set him on their shoulder, waving over to Robb and Jon.
"We've got a Stark!" Sam shouted. Professor Tyrell cleared her throat, and the sorting continued.
With the Hufflepuff table finally calm, Bran watched the professors, naming them in his head as he scanned their faces.
Transfiguration was Professor Tyrell, the aging woman who seemed to have a friendly smile, he knew she was a friend of his Grandfather. Defense Against the Dark Arts was Jaime Lannister, the headmaster's son and a famous ex-auror. The flying lessons teacher and Quidditch Coach, Professor Tarth, the massive woman with short cropped hair and bright eyes. Beside her was the History of Magic professor, Professer Varys, and beside him was the Potions Master, Professor Pycelle. Then the empty chair that should have housed their Headmaster, but Tywin was gone. To the right of that, another Lannister, the Charms professor, Tyrion, who was part Dwarf. The Astronomy teacher, Arya's favorite Professor, Professor Syrio Forel, who also hosted dueling matches on the grounds when Headmaster Tywin wasn't there to tell him not to. The Divination teacher, a pretty redheaded woman named Melisandre. Finally, the Herbology teacher, his Aunt Arryn, who he wasn't too fond of, and hadn't even smiled in his direction since he'd shown up. She was still bitter at Bran for pushing down his cousin Robin when Robin wouldn't stop throwing rocks at his dog.
Jon
At the Gryffindor table, after Bran had been sorted, Jon passed Robb a galleon begrudgingly, and Robb laughed, slapping him on the back.
"Good way to start the year!" he said, and as he did, the food appeared on the table. Everyone happily began to stuff themselves. There was pigeon pie, honeyed chicken, dornish plums, suckling pig, roasted dragon peppers with whitefish, piles of strawberries, apples, and pomegranates, biscuits, strawberry pie and even lemon cake for dessert, which he saw Sansa snatch up quickly.
After dinner, he followed his brother, the shining Head Boy, to their common room. He was calmly content, his eyes growing weary as he settled into a cushy armchair beside the fire. He watched the yawning first years climb up the stairs towards their bedroom, and felt a pang of sympathy towards them, thinking of Bran.
It was also surreal that this was his last year, and that he still had yet to find a girlfriend, which Robb teased him about constantly. Robb appeared on the staircase, and slid down the banister with a smug grin. He headed towards the portrait, and Jon raised a brow at him.
"Going out after curfew, Mr. Head Boy?" Jon said.
"Naw, mate, going out to become a 'Getting Some Head Boy'"
"You're a prat." Jon sighed, and he could hear Robb's laugh in the hallway as the portrait shut behind him.
That was his brother, the shining superstar of the school, matched only by Dany Targaryen, and she seemed only popular because of how pretty she and her friends were. It was simple, he'd decided long ago, that being half Stark would never be good enough.
