Summary: This takes place sometime after Lord Sunday and during Harry's sixth year. Of course Arthur's gonna be powerful, he's half of the creator of the universe. However, he won't be too powerful cuz he is the "mortal" half and they're not supposed to interfere anyways.


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Penhaligon,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Normally this letter would have been sent on your 11th birthday, however, for whatever reason; you have not been accessible until now. Because of this, you shall meet Headmaster Dumbledore a month prior to the beginning of the school year in order to purchase supplies and learn the basics of magic.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress



Arthur Penhaligon stared at the letter he had just received from a rather disheveled looking owl that had smashed into his window and was now perched on his desk. He reread the letter a couple more times before he dove for his cellphone and dialed a number.

"Hello, you have reached the operator of the House, how may I help you?" came a bored voice.

"Hi, this is Arthur Penhaligon, can you connect me to the Architect? He's probably in the incomparable Garden's right now, thanks."

Immediately, the operator's voice became a lot more enthusiastic, and he suddenly seemed rather nervous, "Ah, yes, right away sir, of course," in the background Arthur faintly heard, "OY, get off your lazy ass and do your job! Lord Arthur's on the phone!" followed by the sound of many people rushing about and more than a few yelps of pain.

"Just a moment sir, you will be connected shortly."

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. And…

"Hello?" This time, the voice on the other end was smooth, pleasant, and sounded vaguely like an older Arthur.

"Ooh is that Arthur? Lemme talk ta him! Gimme the phone Art!"

"Suzy, quit it! He called me, besides I think it's important!"

The bickering continued for a full half minute before Arthur all but yelled, "GUYS!" after which they quieted down.

"Art, do you remember creating humans that could do magic on earth?"

"Now that you mention it, yea, the atlas had some stuff about people like that, but I didn't really pay any attention to it. Why are you bringing this up now?"

"Well, I just got a letter from some magic school called Hogwarts, and they want me to attend the school, so I just wanted to know a bit more."

"Well, from what the Atlas says, they're called witches and wizards, and do magic, similar to higher ranking denizens. However, instead of using nothing they use wands made of various parts of magical beings as a medium to channel their power. More convenient and less risky, but also less powerful. Apparently they're in some sort of war at the moment."

Thinking for a couple seconds, Arthur replied, "I'm thinking of going to this school."

Art's voice suddenly grew serious, "Arthur, you know that's not possible. No interference with the secondary realms. It's already a risk having you in the secondary realms at all."

"I promise I'll keep the interference to a minimum, I just want to see what it's like, it could be interesting" said Arthur in an almost pleading voice. Arthur was stubborn, and the Architect knew that he would probably end up going regardless of the whether he was fine with it or not. After all, they were one and the same.

Art relented and said "Fine, but do not interfere unless it is absolutely necessary, and do not get involved with their war. You taking part in something on that scale could offset the future of mankind," in a conspiratorial whisper he added "It's also Suzy's duty as Lady Sunday to keep everything in order, and I doubt she would be happy if she had to fix the rest of human history."

Although Art had been joking about the last part, Arthur knew he was serious about not messing around and promised not to interfere with the Wizard's war, then hung up.

Arthur strode over to his desk, wrote a quick reply saying that he would be attending Hogwarts, woke up the irate, nearly-forgotten owl and sent it on its way. Turning around, Arthur saw a packaged bundle on his desk with a note.


Arthur, I'm letting you use this for your stay at Hogwarts. You may only use its magic in emergencies and even then you are to be very wary when using it.

Signed,

Lord Arthur "Art" Penhaligon

Master of the Lower House, Lord of the Far Reaches, Duke of the Border Sea, Overlord of the Great Maze, Commander in Chief of the Glorious Army of the Architect, Master of the Middle House, Ruler of the Upper House, Lord of the Incomparable Gardens, the House and the Secondary Realms.

New Architect of the House

P.S. Since technically you are me, you should be able to use this without turning into a denizen, so no worries there.

P.P.S. You can have that first title, I think I prefer "New Architect of the House" it flows a lot better than all that other stuff.


Unwrapping the package, Arthur beheld a white baton, wrapped in golden laurel leaves and that seemed to be glowing faintly. The Fourth Key.

Taking hold of the key, Arthur felt a familiar surge of energy, and the baton shifted into a form he knew well.

The baton lengthened and grew a hilt. handle and a blade. Within seconds, Arthur was wielding a long, sleek rapier that he experimentally started swinging. Pleased to see that he had not forgotten what he had learned in the Glorious Army of the Architect, Arthur returned the key to its baton form and lay it back down on the desk.

What had Art said that the wizards used to perform magic? A wand? Well, it doesn't hurt to be slightly prepared, Arthur reasoned as he once again lifted the fourth key. And it's not like a tiny bit of magic would really be that bad right?

"Key, give me a wand that is worthy of the New Architect of the House!"

Nothing happened.

Frowning, Arthur thought and said "Key, bring forth a wand that is worthy of the New Architect, yet weaker than the Keys to the Kingdom!"

This time, something did happen, inky black nothing began to spout from the tip of the key and began to shape his new wand. Finished, the powerful tool fell to the ground with a thud and proceeded to roll under the bed.

As Arthur went to pick up his new tool, he was distracted by another note on his desk,


No, Seriously, I mean it, that key is to be used in emergencies only.

Signed,

Lord Arthur "Art" Penhaligon

New Architect of the House


"Ok! Fine! I won't use it anymore unless it's an emergency! Happy now?" Arthur yelled, mostly to himself. He snorted as more words wrote themselves on the paper,


Yes. Very. :D


Discarding the note, Arthur retrieved his new wand, gasping as it was revealed to him. Now this, this was a nice wand.


Yay the first story In this crossover :D

Oh, to whoever can guess what type of wand Arthur has (core, what it's made of, etc) you get a cookie :D

I don't think it's really that hard to guess anyways.

Review please, constructive criticism is very welcome.

Flames, ill grudgingly accept and trolls get beaten to death with a +10 baseball bat of Darwinian evolution.