Harry was running. Running and running and running. Dudley, Piers, Malcolm and Gordon were chasing him again. If they caught him they would hit him so he had to keep running. All he could think of was his need to get away. Suddenly Harry realised he was no longer on the playground. The six-year-old boy stumbled to a halt and looked around at the shelves of glass orbs in confusion. Suddenly a woman appeared in front of Harry.

"Hello Harry Potter. I'm Isabella Peverell. I have come to take you home."

"Back to Aunt P-Petunia and U-Uncle V-V-Vernon?"

"No, to Camelot, your ancestral home." The young boy's eyes grew large at the lady's words. "Now just pick up that glass ball there please and we can be going." Harry picked up the prophecy; Isabella put a hand on the young boy's shoulder and the two vanished from the Department of Mysteries, reappearing in a place where none could go without invite.

After the welcome feast the teachers stood and, led by Dumbledore, hurried to the staffroom for an emergency meeting. It took half an hour for the staff to settle down enough to have the discussion the headmaster wished to have.

"They're all back. Every single child that has gone missing over the past six years has reappeared tonight"

"We ought to tell the parents."

"So we should, but some of those children are muggleborns, how do we tell parents who've never heard of Hogwarts that their missing children now attend this place?"

"Do you think we can get away with not telling?"

"I don't think so. Some of those children have older siblings here."

"What I don't understand is, how did they get that new house?"

"And why was it called Aegyptus?"

"Well, Aegyptus is Latin for Egypt but what that has to do with any of this I have no idea."

"Did you hear them call themselves the Knights of the Round Table? Isn't that what King Arthur called his knights?"

"You're right. Hmm I wonder…"

"What is it?"

"Well, there's a legend that says that Merlin put a spell on Camelot so that only someone of his or King Arthur's blood line could find the castle. What if that was true and one of those children is a descendant of either king or wizard. Maybe they took the other children there." The rest of the teachers looked at McGonagall thoughtfully. After about five minutes of contemplative silence Dumbledore suggested retiring for the night, knowing that without asking the children the staff would be unable to gain answers to any of their questions.

"Before you go, it appears we are in need of a fifth head of house. Any volunteers? Quirrel, how about you?" Professor Quirrel nervously gave his consent, unsure what his master would make of his being head of the house Harry Potter was in.