A/N note Harry is Jolly in this fic. It will be better explained as the fic goes on but he grew up an orphan. It wasn't until he met Mondo that things changed. Also for those of you who have seen this anime I know Felicità is his daughter but in this fic she's his sister. It's an au I can do as I please.

Jolly's POV

This really should not be his job. He should be back in his lab doing something else. Anything else. He could barely tolerate the little brats.

Still he couldn't exactly refuse an order from Mondo. As head of the Arcana familia he could order anyone to do as he pleased. It wasn't often that his friend used that. When he did however it was best to do as he said. There was always a reason.

Jolly sighed as he led Nova, Felicità, Luca, and Libertà towards the bright colored train. They were all just kids. Nova and Libertà had both been orphans before Mondo took them in. Felicità for her part was the head's little sister.

Luca had been another orphan. His past was relatively unknown but the familia had welcomed him with open arms. He was a good friend to their little princess.

Debito and Pace were already on the train. They left him to watch over the kids. It seems they would make connections before him. Oh well. He always did hate people. Even at their previous school Nightingale.

Dante had been lucky. Already having taken his NEWTS he didn't have to come to Hogwarts.

Students milled all around them. Some had families with them. Others were alone. Across the station he could see a sent of startling blonds. They had platinum hair. Jolly could not see what their eye color was from his position.

Libertà asked drawing his attention, "Jolly? Is this going to be like Nightingale?"

He had to do a double take to make sure that it was the blond who asked. Libertà sounded more frightened than Jolly had ever heard him.

Jolly replied trying to sound more confident than he felt, "It should be just like Nightingale, Libertà. We will talk on it more in the train. Come on."

He pushed them towards the train. A warming whistle blew above their heads. It would be a miracle if they could find an open carriage.

Students in robes and regular clothes pushed past them. As they were all in suits as per Arcana Familia. Black jackets undershirt with tie and slacks. That's what they all had worn since they were taken in by Mondo.

Jolly was the only one was slightly more different than the others. They bore their marks openly and with pride. His was hidden in his eye so he always wore sunglasses to hide it. They also prevented him from using his powers unnecessarily.

Towards the back of the train they finally found an empty compartment. It was convenient to find a place they would all fit. He didn't want to leave these four alone with someone. That would end in disaster.

They were all wizards. At first they thought it was because of their Taroc. All of the Tarocco had magic in them and it came from in them. According to Mondo wizards were born with magic. It wasn't just given out like their abilities.

That was how the first one of them was accepted into Nightingale. That had been Mondo followed quickly by Dante. The rest of them soon followed afterwards.

Then the attack on their home happened just before the end of the year. Nightingale tried to protect its students but many of them died. The Arcana Familia rose to the challenge. They used their stigmatas to protect who they could. Jolly himself had taken a blasting curse to his side and almost died.

According to the newspapers it had been an attack by the Light Wizards. They were trying to get back at the Dark Wizards. So they attacked trying to get publicity.

They got publicity but not the kind they wanted. The so called Light Wizards were declared terrorists. From what he understood they had the name of Order of the Phoenix. Supposedly they had formed to fight the Dark Lord.

Jolly made friends with only a handful of people. Only two of them survived the attack. Neither of them would be coming to Hogwarts. He just wanted to get through his last three years of schooling and be done.

His attention was pulled from his thoughts when the train began moving. It would be several hours before they reached Hogwarts. Why they couldn't just floo he didn't understand. Nightingale students were given the floo address after their second year. Before that they were picked up by train in Marsae. It was a two hour train ride to the school. Next six or seven hours that this would be.

Sighing quietly he pulled his journal out. At Nightingale he created a few spells and potions. They were all written down in his journal.

It also held dueling skills that he had learned. It held illustrations and wand movements. Chaining spells together allowed for faster reactions.

In his potion's section he had worked on improving current potions. Some his attempts had proved fruitful and with testing done he made sure they worked. The island he called home in Italy had an abundance of orphans.

As much as Mondo wanted to he couldn't take them all. Jolly being an orphan himself looked after those he could. He gave them potions to keep them healthy. There were three orphanages that he funded personally. Mondo funded them as well and they made sure that it was used for the children.

He sighed as he turned his full attention to the journal.

Severus's POV

As Deputy Headmaster he had to get the school ready for it's new students. Most thought he was actually the Headmaster. Very few knew that it was in fact the Dark Lord. It wasn't often that he went to the feasts. Usually he spent his time in his office.

This year was going to be different from the previous. They had students coming from Nightingale coming. After the attack on the school the survivors were accepted as Hogwarts students.

Severus sighed. There were only a handful of students that survived. Most of them were Arcnanas. Arcanas were a group of orphans that made themselves into a family. From what he heard they were all powerful in their own right. No one was sure how powerful but they would soon find out.

Severus knew he would have to deal with students that had PTSD. It wasn't something he was looking forward to. The oldest of the group was only seventeen. It was far too young to have PTSD. It made his frozen heart thaw at the thought that the youngest was only thirteen. There was nothing he could do to change it. All he could do was help them through it.