"GRYFFINDOR!"

And thus, Ron Weasley was separated from both Harry and Hermione. Hermione ended up in Ravenclaw, not overly surprising, though what slightly was, was that Harry ended up in Slytherin. Something to do with being Lord Slytherin or whatever. Everyone gasped when Harry took his Glamour off and revealed that he was not just Lord Peverell, but Harry Potter as well.

Dumbledore got a kick out of it if the laugh that turned into a fake cough was any indication. The twins thought it was great too, but were smart enough to keep their mouths shut before the reveal, 'What's a good prank when everyone knows it's coming?' they had told Harry before they left the house.

Harry sat and looked across the Great Hall at the girl who was called to the podium under the name Hermione Peverell. This on its own shocked everyone, as there was only one known Peverell and he had turned into the Boy-Who-Lived later, and to top it off he had only existed for a year. Now, there were two of them. Next to him sat a girl named Greengrass, seemed kinda stuck up, wouldn't even look at him except to glare when his Staff brushed against her.

Dumbledore started his speech about avoiding the third-floor corridor, unless one desired a painful death, whatever that meant. It was at this point that a large white owl flew into the Hall and landed in front of the boy who was already drawing stares, Harry Potter. As a blush crept up his face he untied the two letters that were attached, one was Molly's pristine handwriting, the other seemed to be from a rather unsteady hand. Just before he opened the one from Molly, it burst open of its own accord.

"How dare you Harold James Potter-Peverell? You stole that poor girl's whole future. And broke my daughter's heart while you did. I leave you alone for ten minutes and you are married and adopt Ronald? You and I are going to have a very lengthy conversation Mister. And you will not like it."

It tore itself to pieces. The twins burst with laughter, followed soon by everyone else. Harry took this as a sign to ignore them and read the second letter.

Harry,

I wasn't there to take you for your eleventh birthday, not that you needed anything by that point, but I knew yer parents for some time 'fore you was born, so I thought it only right to get yer a present. This here is Hedwig. She seems the right kind. She'll serve ya right as long as ya love her back.

Good luck this year,

Hagrid

This caused Harry to grin and nod at the gentle giant at the head table. He turned back to Dumbledore who was busy straightening himself after the massive laugh he had at Harry and Hermione's expense. Finally, the old man clapped his hands together and the food appeared on all of the tables.

Harry dug into the food, getting a little of everything on his plate. Soon the girl next to Greengrass, Davis was her name, came around the end of the table where Harry sat and sat across from him, starting until he answered.

"Can I help you Miss Davis?"

"As a matter of fact, yes you can. Why do you have that walking stick?"

"It is a Staff."

"Fine, that Staff."

"I have it because I made it. Took me months too. She has a temper, but, she is good to me in the end."

"A temper?"

It just so happened that Malfoy, as Harry learned the blokes name in the sorting, decided to grab the Staff from its place next to Harry. Then, as if on cue, it reared up and started swinging at Malfoy's face, a large cut appeared across his nose before he dropped the now frozen-flame covered Staff. Of course, the Staff was nowhere near done with him and shot a web from its crystal, yanking him back toward it and hitting him more.

About the third hit, when Harry noticed that the teachers were starting toward them, he stood and gripped the Staff, pulling it free from Malfoy.

"What is going on here Potter?"

A slimy, greasy Professor said, a sneer seemed to be permanently etched on his face.

"I apologize Professor, I was just telling Miss Davis here that my Staff has Whopping Willow Wood in it and has developed quite the temper when handling in appropriately, mostly by people who aren't me."

"Greengrass, take Mr. Malfoy to the infirmary."

"Wouldn't it be wiser to send him with someone who knows the school?"

Snape glared daggers at the boy. "Fine, Flint."

The larger fifth year nodded and took Malfoy by the arm, dragging him to the infirmary.

"I expect you to be on your best behavior after all the ruckus you have caused Potter."

With that the man marched away, his cloak billowing behind him. Harry shrugged and went back to his seat.

"Like I said, a temper." Everyone nodded.

"Thank you for that Potter?"

Harry turned his attention to the blond sitting next to him, "For what, exactly Miss Greengrass?"

"Malfoy has been trying to get with Daph for years, Snape is his Godfather and is apparently going to try to help. Thankfully, you were here to be all noble and save her innocence."

The last part, sarcasm though it was, made Harry develop a strange look, 'Innocence?' he thought to himself. 'Another question to add to the books.'

The three children talked amongst themselves, the two other boys, Blaise and Theodore, joined in after a while. It was shortly after the trectle tart showed up, and as Harry shoved a fork overflowing with it in his mouth, that Professor McGonagall and Hermione walked up to them.

"Lord Peverell, I request your presence in my office, please follow me."

"Can I bring the Tart?"

This caused Hermione to cross her arms and harrumph loudly, which made the smile on McGonagall's face grow before she nodded. Harry picked up the plate and followed through the winding halls to McGonagall's office.

Inside the office sat Riptooth, a grin bigger than even when he gave Harry his rings.

"Lord Potter." He stood and bowed. "I am here with the ring for Lady Peverell." He pulled a box from behind his back and placed it on the counter. He gestured for Hermione to step forward.

"No, I refuse to marry this arse."

"Language Lady Peverell."

"No, Professor, he forced me into this."

"Actually," this came from the Goblin before them. "You forced this on him."

The whole room turned to the being, his smile widening even more.

"How?"

"The Peverell title is one that can only be given to a willing Lady. Therefore, you must have had some inkling that you wanted to be with Harold that way, and thus, when his magic sought out the best way to protect you that you would agree with, it found those thoughts. The magic, as it was very poorly worded, acted on Harry's emotions, but on your thoughts Lady Peverell. You are far more to blame than Harold is."

Hermione had turned a brilliant red at the end of the Goblin's speech. It seemed that Magic, as sentient as it was, could be molded by more than one person at a time. Finally, she nodded and stepped forward. The band that was in the box was much like Harry's own ring, Dracstone, but hers was adorned with glittering gems the likes even Harry hadn't seen before.

"Axeblade, what kind of stones are these?"

"These are the shattered remains of a basilisk eye, don't worry, they have been scrubbed of Magic other than the House ring Magic."

Harry nodded and let Hermione put the ring on. Just as with him it sized to fit her finger. Tears were in her eyes as she looked at the ring, suddenly she turned on him.

"Don't you dare think like that Harry James." She hit him.

"What are you on about?" he said as he raised his hands in defense.

"You are thinking how terrible it is what you have done. You are an arse Harry James."

"Hermione." The professor set a hand on her shoulder. "That's enough, I know it is hard but it will get easier. My ring did the same before my husband passed."

Hermione slowly relented and stopped hitting him. "What now Professor?"

"Now, we take you to the Married Quarters."