Lord Vernon was by far Sir Harry's least favorite person in the world. First, he murdered his brother-in-law, Harry's father, taking the lordship for himself. Second, he destroyed all of Harry's inherited possessions. Lastly, and most recently, he exiled Harry from his house at his coming of age so that his son could inherit the lordship after him, instead of the rightful heir, Harry.

Now Harry sat on the back of his white stallion, Hedwig, off to find the remaining allies of his father, Lord James. He had been travelling for three days throughout the region of Gryffin. His food was running out and he saw no houses anywhere near, only forest.

When night fell, he unpacked his belongings for the night and set up camp below a large oak tree.

"Well, Hedwig. I know it's not much, but it will have to do."

He had almost fallen asleep when the rain came. It poured in buckets. While, the tree was large, Harry knew that if he didn't find sufficient shelter, his armor would rust and he would freeze to death.

Hedwig had wandered off and despite how much he called her, she wouldn't return. He quickly strapped on his armor and sword, lifted his remaining belongings onto his back, and set off in a run down the forest path.

An hour later, he still didn't see any houses. However, there was a break in the forest and smoke coming from the clearing. He sighed in relief and trudged his way forward with the last bit of strength in his body.

Then he saw it, a large cottage in the remains of what was probably a small town. Now only the cottage remained with a border of stonewall around it. Quickly, Harry knocked on the door. Even though it was past midnight, a young man with fiery hair answered the door. Seeing Harry's condition, he ushered him inside to a fire.

Harry shivered and took off his armor and sword. He laid his shield next to him and began to warm himself. All of a sudden, a rather round woman bustled in carrying a bowl of soup.

Harry couldn't believe it. These people didn't even know his name, and yet they still took him in without a word.

As soon as he finished his soup, the woman sat down across from him with the young man. Another man, this one younger, had joined them. He had the same fiery hair as the other two.

"Thank you so much for taking me in. It's raining cats and dogs out there!"

"Oh no worries, dear!" the woman said, "Now tell us about yourself. Who are you? Where do you come from? Why are you out so late in the pouring rain?"

All of a sudden, two more young men entered. They were identical to a fault, including the family trait of red hair. Harry doubted whether their own mother, probably the woman, could tell them apart.

"Well you see," Harry began, "My mother died giving birth to me, so I never knew her. My father was murdered by my uncle, his brother-in-law, when I was eleven. However, I was unable to do anything about it because I only had the training of an eleven year old. My uncle refused to train me in sword fighting or archery. The only thing he let me learn was horse back riding. A few days ago, when his son turned seventeen and came of age, he banished me so that his son could take the throne. I have been wandering with my horse, Hedwig, since then, looking for my father's old friends and allies."

"Oh you poor dear! Well, you're welcome here. I'm Molly. This is Percy," she pointed to the oldest son.

"I'm Frederick and this is George," said the twin on the left.

"And I'm Ronald. I couldn't help but notice you're shield. Is that yours?"

Harry examined his shield. Before now, he'd never given it much thought. It was his father's coat of arms before Lord Vernon changed it. The shield was simple: Red background with a golden lion getting struck by white lightning.

"Yes, it was my father's."

The twin on the right, George, asked, "What did you say your name was?"

"Sir Harry of Pottsville. I am the son of Lord James of Pottsville. He was one of the lords of Gryffin before my uncle took over."

The youngest son, Ronald stared at him. "Mum? Have you told Sir Harry who we are yet?"

"No dear, you see- "

However, she was interrupted by a side door slamming open. A red haired man entered. He must have been the father of the house. In his hand he held what looked like a book.

"Molly, I just finished my first one! Wait, who is our guest?"

"This is Sir Harry of Pottsville." With every word she tensed her lips and tilted her head.

"My lord, Sir Harry! How good to meet you! I'm Arthur. I knew your father a long time ago, back in the university. He became a knight and later took his father's place as lord. I on the other hand studied the making of books. But no matter, I'm droning. What brings you here?"

Harry recapped his story again, before Arthur took a shield off the wall.

"I doubt you recognize this Harry. It is our family's crest. Not that it means much anymore. You see, we are what used to be the lordship of Weaslia."

Harry did, in fact, recognize the shield. His father had always taught him a lot of history. The shield had a red background; the red means from Gryffin, and had a golden weasel; the gold meant a lord of Gryffin, and a green tree. This was a shield of lords, but these people weren't lords.

Arthur continued, "The Weaslian lordship was taken away by the general after the battle of Strawgo, when we refused to use our knights to continue an assault on the Notabobians once the retreated. Now we live in what remains of our town."

Harry was stricken by their story, but he dared not say anything. The room was silent. The only sound was a quiet patter-patter noise coming closer. A girl not much younger than Harry came into the sitting area.

"Mum, why didn't you tell me we had a guest?"

"This is our youngest," Arthur said, "He name is Ginevra."

"Dad! I told you, I go by Ginny," she muttered.

"Sir Harry?"

"Lady Molly, please call me Harry."

"Please call me Molly," she smiled, "Now I assume you will be staying the night. You can sleep in Ronald's room. He has an extra bed and you two must be the same age. Ronald came of age two months ago."

"Molly, that'd be great. Thanks."

Ronald led Harry to his room. Ginny walked slightly behind them and then ducked into her own room.

Ronald gestured to a bed. "Well, here you go. Sorry about my family. They mean well."

"No, they're much better than mine. My cousin is as round as a cannon. And ten times heavier."

Ronald laughed and then settled into his own bed. Harry lay down and closed his eyes. Soon he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of lions getting struck by lightning and a weasel going on a hunt for Hedwig.