It has come to my attention (Thanks Laura!) that I have a few mistakes to fix within chapter one. I will fix them, but in different ways and in different times. The Stardancer-Amber thing will be explained through the plot, whenever it can actually fit. I accidentally called Dean an African-American. You may note that—I am American. Well, I live in America anyway. And that's what we called our African descent people. I have no clue what they call them over in England—African-English, maybe? If you know, tell me and I'll fix it. I just didn't feel right calling him Negro or Black, because, well, even they still have a couple of negative connotations to them. And I hate insulting people, especially based on something as stupid as skin color…


The next morning was quite interesting as Stardancer lead her friends towards the Great Hall, never getting lost once. Of course, being a cross between werecat and werewolf and having extra super senses helped. Stardancer easily picked up their trail from last night and followed it back up from the dungeons towards the Great Hall.

Everyone stared at them as they entered, Ron and Harry flanking Stardancer, who was in the lead, with Hermione in back of them, covering their rear. It was quite the formation, although the four first years weren't expecting to be attacked, if their relaxed stances were anything to go by.

All four took the same seats from last night, and in a repeat, was soon immersed in both breakfast and their fantasy novels. They took no notice of their fellow housemates or the fuming said housemates were doing at this. They knew perfectly well that they were far better then any of them, regardless of blood or origin, and the Founders had taught them how to act like it—although they made sure that said actions weren't as egocentric as most purebloods tended to be.

As class schedules were handed out, Snape—their Head of House—told the four that they were excused from their first couple of classes due to a meeting by request of the Headmaster himself. None of the Founders' Apprentices looked up from their novels, as they nodded and continued to read, acting for the entire world like they hadn't really heard the Professor at all, but was just nodding so he'd go away.

Snape looked highly insulted at that, and shot them a look of pure loathing that none of the quartet seemed to notice or care about before storming back up to the staff table. Several other students, a couple in Slytherin, shrunk back from the man, looking rather quite terrified.

And still, none of the apprentices looked up.


The requested meeting was not pleasant in any sort of way. Well, not for the teachers anyway. The four students found it to be extremely amusing.

Ron's parents had come, by their insistence, and stared at their son in shock. They hadn't really believed Dumbledore when he had told them last night about Ron's House, but seeing him in green and sliver made it very much so real. Ron looked perfectly unconcerned that his parents were there.

"Now, what is with these Houses?" demanded Snape the minute everyone had been seated and Dumbledore had offered the customary (for him) tea and lemon drops.

"House, professor. There is only one in question after all." corrected Hermione primly. Snape bristled.

"Ron, you're in Slytherin?" asked his father, Arthur, in shock.

"Yes. And I like it. I'm with friends, and the only downside I can see so far is having to deal with pounces like Malfoy."

"Full of himself, ain't he? And all because of his ancestry. Do you think he'd still be this way of he was a common "mudblood" like us Star?" asked Hermione.

Stardancer just shrugged.

"Mr. Potter, I have received word that you have not been living with your relatives, is this correct?" asked Dumbledore.

Everyone stared at him. McGonagall looked livid. Sparks flew from Ron's wand and Hermione's brown eyes became smoldering fires. Stardancer alone looked perfectly calm. Harry's unique emerald eyes had darkened to an ivy color as he glared at Dumbledore and Snape looked furious that his question had been ignored entirely. Arthur and his wife, Molly, looked utterly lost.

"Yes, it is true that I no longer reside with my relatives"—the word was spat with such hate that no one had ever heard—"but it was a decision well made by both myself and Her Majesty's Court."

"Well made?" echoed several people.

"Yes. After they were found guilty on several charges each of child abuse, child neglect, and child cruelty. Child Services even got one in on Petunia and Vernon for child endangerment in regards to their elephantine son and his cronies."

Even Albus had paled drastically at this news. He knew placing Harry at the Dursleys was going to make life difficult for the boy, but not that difficult.

"I told you so!!" McGonagall had exploded on the Headmaster. He cowered under her wrath, and cowered further when Molly Weasley, well renown for mothering all children who come to her, put two and two together and began helping the Deputy Headmistress. Snape and Arthur just watched in shock, unsure of what to do or make of this, and the quartet looked ready to fall from their chairs laughing.

It took a good while before the two witches calmed down, and Dumbledore had been given a very thorough tongue-lashing for it. After the duo had retaken their seats, Snape decided to get the conversation back on track—his question about the Houses. As it was, he was all but demanding the quartet be resorted.

"And why would they do that? After all, they chose their destinies long ago, when they made a wish that left them all the better. Besides, I don't redo sortings unless absolutely critical anyway. You should know that." The Hat decided to give its opinion on the subject. Everyone stared at it.

"Thank you Hat. Well said, and to add to it, we like it in the Serpent's Den, and don't want to switch." Ron replied.

"You are quite welcome, young Weasley, and do tell your sister I look forward to letting her join you next year."

Molly and Arthur stared—okay, Arthur stared, Molly fainted dead away—between their youngest son and the Hat, in stunned disbelief. Snape gawked, Minerva mouthed silently, and Dumbledore gaped openly. Ron just nodded, and assured the Hat he would pass on his regards, while Harry, Hermione and Stardancer just sat and looked about the office.

"Are we done here yet?" asked Harry, breaking the silence. When no one answered, Harry decided to take that as a "yes".

"Great!! Now, if you'll excuse us, we can still make Charms if we hurry. Good day, Headmaster, Professors. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." He nodded to each party in turn as he stood and started for the door. The other 3 followed at his heels.

"Hey, let's make a race of it! Last one to the classroom has to have the tickling curse cast on them for 15 minutes. What do you say?" asked Stardancer, eyes shining brightly. Of course, the group knew the real consequence for coming in last would be spoken in private later.

Harry and Ron, competitive as they were by nature, instantly agreed, and all 3 turned to Hermione. The bushy haired witch thought it over a minute, before smiling and nodding. The boys cheered.

"We'll start at the gargoyle guarding the office, deal?" asked Stardancer. The adults watched in silent shock as the group's conversation faded as they got further away, still planning their race.

And they remained that way for some time.


Outside the Charms classroom, the group of milling Slytherins and Ravenclaws all turned at the sound of bright laughter, and gentle teasing. The first years all watched, shocked, as the dark Lycan girl whizzed around the corner, eyes glinting as she turned to look around her shoulder.

"Come on guys!! Surely such big strong boys like yourselves should easily outrun a lowly girl like myself!!"

"You're not playing fair!!! You know full well that we can't keep up with your agility!!" Harry Potter called back teasingly as he rounded the corner, hot on her heels. The Slytherins and Ravenclaws all watched as Hermione followed on his heels, with Ron finishing the group, both seemingly evenly matched between themselves. Their eyes bulged.

"Says he who is nearly as fast as I am!!" Stardancer called back as she turned forward again, and started to weave her way between students, her goal the classroom door.

Filius Flitwick chose that unfortunate moment to open the classroom door, intent on welcoming his students to their first Charms class. With a squeak of surprise, he only just managed to dive out the way as Stardancer hopped over him—and would've cleared him by at least a foot had he not moved—and charged into the classroom.

As teacher and students watched, Harry dived his friend, and they tussled good-naturedly for but a moment. Ron and Hermione came up behind them, last, and began to playfully scold them.

Not a one was out of breath.

"So, who's receiving the tickling curse?" asked Stardancer casually as she helped Harry off the floor, and they chose seats like nothing abnormal had happened.

"Ron."

"Hermione."

The answers came at the exact same time, and Harry's eyes glittered.

"Rock-paper-scissors!!" he called merrily. The red-head and the brunette both glared at him.

"One game, winner gets out of the curse, otherwise Harry and I will be happy to put you both under." Stardancer smirked. Both pureblood and muggleborn turned to each other, eyes shining, and held out their hands. All four seemed unaware of the others, as they cautiously took seats and watched the spectacle before them in confused amusement.

"One, two, three, Shoot!!" they chorused, jabbing their hands up and down with each word. The last word had their hands go into interesting formations. Ron's hand was flat out, palm down, but Hermione had her hand in a semi-fist, her index and middle finger still out. Her entire hand was sideways. The purebloods in particular were confused beyond belief.

"Hah! I win! Scissors cuts paper!" Hermione gloated. Ron groaned.

Flitwick decided now was the best time to interrupt, clearing his throat loudly and pointedly. The quartet turned to face him, Harry, Ron and even Hermione looking rather annoyed at being interrupted, Stardancer looking like she had just won the lottery.

"Sorry Professor. We'll be good." She said, sounding perfectly not contrite. Flitwick frowned at them.

"Just wait until after class to finish your little—whatever you call it." he instructed. They nodded.

Flitwick began. First came an introduction to the class, a lot of theory work, and some practice with the "Swish-and-Flick" motion. Most of the Ravenclaws looked eager to learn, took tons of notes, and constantly raised their hands to comment or ask questions. The Slytherins just spent most of their time sneering at the non-purebloods of the class, but grudgingly copied a few notes of their own.

The Quartet did none of these things. They spent the entire class looking progressively bored, and cast various wandless charms that went unnoticed by their classmates and teacher. At least, at first.

"My hair!!"

"Your eyes!"

"Help! My robes have changed colors!!"

"Changed colors? MINE look like they've caught fire and were drenched by ice cold water—and feels like it too!"

Confusion reigned as students found out just what those wandless charms did. Some had changed hair colors to vibrant neon oranges and pinks. Others had given their eyes an unearthly glow, while robes had become polka dotted and neon green and purple. One poor student looked like she'd been drenched in the lake, and was shivering like the water was cold.

Flitwick alone had been spared. The quartet were not about to be caught, and had charmed themselves as well. Harry's messy locks had become bright blue. Ron's robes became violet and brown Quidditch robes, decorated by a dragon and a horse. Hermione's chocolate brown eyes had becoming glowing yellow ones, and Stardancer found herself with a wolf tail and leopard ears.

It took the rest of class for Flitwick to calm his students down and reverse the effects—and all under the idea that he did the reversing, rather then Hermione. Harry and Ron smirked at each other, and Stardancer grinned. The Founders would get a kick out of this portion of their story when they were called this weekend.


Potions class on Friday was even more fun. While they hadn't dared try anything in their Wednesday Transfiguration class, more due to McGonagall's being Head of Gryffindor and Deputy Headmistress then anything else, Potions class had them double teamed with the Gryffindors.

Severus Snape was their Head of House, but he wasn't exactly doing his job properly. For one, Heads can be more partial to their house, it was just natural, but they weren't supposed to be totally unfair to the other houses, especially not for biases. He wasn't even doing his teaching job properly, terrifying Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor, and not properly teaching about the theory and ingredients. He just put the directions on the board and told them to make it while scaring students sweeping around the desks like a giant bat.

To make matters worse, he really had it in for Harry, and seemingly the group as a whole. While the cause was unknown, Stardancer pointed out the fact that he was the same age as James Potter, had James been alive. And he apparently believed that the son should pay for the sins of the father, at least if the father was ten years dead and buried.

This, of course, meant that they could get a little revenge on the man in return, at least until their next potions class, when they would have the requests from the founders to fill. After all, they wouldn't be happy with Snape's less-then-stellar attitude and inability to do his job right.

So with Potions knowledge far beyond even Snape—hey, they were students of people who lived centuries ago, and held knowledge of lost things—they cut his little game of "Pop Quiz for Harry the Celebrity" before it even began.

"What is the product of mixing porcupine quills and phoenix feathers?"

"An answer that a seventh year should know for his NEWTS, rather then a first year for his very first class of Potions. A muggle-raised first year at that." Harry responded calmly. He seemed rather unperturbed at Snape's blatant favoritism, in a fashion, and perfectly unimpressed at the man's hatred.

Hermione smirked and Ron slapped him on the shoulder in a congratulatory manner. Stardancer just looked at Snape expectantly, obviously awaiting the man's reaction. It promised to be interesting if his face was anything to go by.

Snape was furious; his whole body was shaking, and his hands were clenched into fists. He had his wand in his hand, and seemed to be struggling NOT to point it at Harry. The rest of the class just stared between Harry and Snape, waiting for whatever would come next with bated breath.

"What are the ingredients needed for the third stage of a Headache Solution?"

"Wow, you've actually dumbed down the question a few levels. I'm impressed. I didn't think you'd expect me to know a second year question." Harry did indeed sound duly amazed. Snape's shaking became more pronounced. His wand rose a few inches in Harry's general direction.

"WHERE would you look to find me some cattails?"

"Your Potions Supply closet? I mean, really, shouldn't you have stocked the thing BEFORE class, Professor?" Harry's affected look of innocence was so genuine that, if it weren't for the almost teasing-scolding tone of the Savior's voice, they would've thought it as real as their desks. Or themselves.

Snape snapped. Before anyone could respond, the greasy haired man had a curse flying directly Harry's way. Harry watched it approach with—much to everyone's consternation—very obvious amusement. In fact, Hermione and Ron were laughing almost hysterically as the spell zoomed in their best friend's direction.

Stardancer's eyes were glinting in a way that did not bode well for Professor Severus Snape as the spell careened Harry's way. They hadn't exactly meant for the man to do something that could very well get him fired, but Harry had decided that he wasn't taking any more abuse of any form after escaping his uncle. Star could relate, and supported him wholeheartedly.

The spell was easily sliced through by the shield spell that covered, if the dome of light that shimmered at impact was any indication, the whole group. Stardancer stared at Snape, who looked almost horrified at what he had done—but Stardancer noted that he was more disappointed and knew that had the curse actually struck, he would've been more pleased then horrified.

"I would not repeat such an action if I were you, Professor. We will not tell anyone, and hope no one else will either, but the next time, you will not be so lucky. The next time, we will see you fired for that." She warned him. Her tone held an ice that Snape found himself struggling not to cower from—he had been a spy in the Dark Lord's service, and even he could not affect such coldness.

"I apologize, Mr. Potter, for my attack, and promise that it shall not happen in the future." Snape ground out between clenched teeth, glaring at Harry in a way that suggested that he truly didn't mean it, before stalking off towards his desk, snapping at the whole class to get started on the potion before he gave them all detention.

The quartet exchanged smirks as they set up their cauldrons and got to work, making the potion Salazar had asked them to make, rather then the simple boil cure Snape had placed on the blackboard. It would seem that Godric had a werewolf friend and needed a supply of potion to help the transformation, but the Founders didn't really have time to brew the complicated thing.

And the rest of class passed without a hitch, especially thanks to Star, who saved Neville from exploding his cauldron and getting covered in the boils their solutions were supposed to cure. Stardancer calmly brewed her boil cure next to her werewolf potion, so that she and her fellow apprentices had something to turn in at the end of class.

And they were the only ones not to breathe a loud sigh of relief when the bell rang to signal the end of class.


That weekend, as promised, the apprentices called their masters while safely ensconced in their hidden room. And gave them the full details of their week. The Founders had a very good laugh about their meeting with the Headmaster, especially when Godric commented,

"I always knew giving that Hat a personality was one of my better ideas."

"Yes, although it might have been nice that it didn't take so strongly after you." Helga managed to reply between uncontrollable giggles. Said giggles were not helped by the poor attempt made by Godric to look insulted.

They were also, true to form, not happy with their apprentices' report of the current Head of Slytherin and Potions teacher.

"He WHAT??!! Oh, let me at him! I'll throttle him! How DARE he do this to the beautiful branch of magic that is Potions!! For that matter, how DARE he do so badly at his job as Head of my House!! I swear it, just let me at him, and I'll force feed him some of the most painful potions I know!" Salazar raged, looking ready to curse someone, and they all knew who that someone was too—Severus Snape.

"I think he had a few problems with James in school too. He's the same age as James should be, and he's treating Harry even worse then the whole rest of the class combined for no apparent reason. He seems to think its justifiable to make Harry pay for James' sins." Stardancer said after Salazar had stopped raging, at least out loud.

"That's ridiculous, and utterly wrong to boot! Oh, let me have a go before you poison him Sal! I will NOT have him treating my apprentice like that!" the normally soft spoken Helga fumed.

"I have a question Salazar." Hermione spoke up after a few moment of silence. When the man turned his attention to the witch she continued. "I've been reading up on the whole Boy-Who-Lived thing, and have come across something that leads me to believe that Voldemort may be your true blood descendant."

Everyone looked surprised at this, save Stardancer, who had turned her attention to the stars outside that were the inspiration for her name.

"Go on." said Godric.

"Well, from what I read, Voldemort was doing a lot of the things he did in the name of Slytherin. But what he did amounted to genocide against various groups, mostly based on blood, the hardest hit group being the muggleborns. He also refuses to acknowledge that he himself is half blood—although that took some major reading—born of a union between his pureblood mother and his muggle father while he was under the influence of a love potion."

The Founders looked utterly aghast at this, Sal in particular, as it was his heir.

"From what I understand, he didn't die that night either, but is living out somewhere as a spirit, perhaps possessing something or another. I have yet to come across how this is possible." Hermione finished.

"Maybe he's in cahoots with Snape." suggested Ron. Star shook her head, staring rather intently at Harry.

"No, not Snape—at least, not directly. I'm getting a strange reading off of that joke Quirrel, and I think it may have something to do with Voldemort if what 'Mione says is true. Plus, there is that section of third floor that Dumbledore warned the school against at the Start of Term Feast, remember?" she replied.

"Oh yeah! Something about avoiding it unless you 'wish to die a very painful death' or something to that affect." Harry's emerald eyes lit up with remembrance.

"Well, this is something to think about, and I promise that we shall look up how my so-called heir managed this particular feat and tell you as soon as we know anything. And for the record, if Voldemort is my heir, then I am denouncing him as such, because he has no right to be my heir with those actions." Salazar answered. The other three nodded, Godric already looking rather thoughtful.

"Given who he is, I would suggest you go straight to your Dark Arts books, as there is probably little else but that would allow him to do such a thing." Harry suggested. Salazar nodded, and the Founders bid their apprentices goodbye.

After their mentors had faded from view entirely, Stardancer turned to her companions.

"So, what do you want to do? Homework, pranks, or exploring the school?" she asked.

"I want to get a look at the forest, personally." answered Ron. The other two agreed.

"Very well then, let's be off. After all, we're going to have to sneak our way in—it's forbidden to students, don't cha know." Stardancer giggled. The others all snickered as they stood, ready to head out and explore.

"Right you are, Stardancer. Right you are." answered Harry as they left their special room, still discussing what might be inhabiting the forest.


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