Harry woke up all excited on September 1st. While he was going away to school, He would actually not be terribly far away from his grandparents. Potter Bar and Epping Forest were barely 10 miles apart.

Harry got up, showered, dressed in his new school uniform, went downstairs for breakfast, did one last check of his trunk to make sure he had all his books and equipment, hung around waiting patiently for his portkey time, hugged his grandparents as he said goodbye, touched his packed trunk with one hand, picked up the portkey with the other hand, spoke the word, Activate, and felt himself being squeezed through a straw to emerge inside a large hall with numerous other children popping into existence just as he had done.

As he looked around he spotted a sign on the wall that said, "Year one, this way" with an arrow pointing the way. Harry picked up his trunk and followed the sign.

He was stopped by an older boy with black hair, and grey eyes, wearing grey robes. "First Year?" the boy asked. Harry nodded. The boy stuck his hand out to shake.

"I'm Dominic Yaxley, Fourth Year."

"Harry Selwyn, First Year." Harry replied. He recognised the name Yaxley as a dark name.

"Selwyn. That name is one of the twenty eight, so you pass" Dominic stated.

"I was told that this school does not discriminate along pureblood and non-pureblood lines." Harry frowned.

"Well yes, that is the school's official policy. But we purebloods cannot allow this policy of allowing mudbloods, half breeds and Squibs to learn magic. So we are infiltrating the Saint schools to bring them down."

"How long have you been working on this plan" Harry asked. Knowledge was power and he needed to know how long the dark side had been entrenched into the schools.

"Since I started in the first year. It was only thought of after the Dark Lord disappeared when he failed to kill the Potter brat." Dominic sneered.

"Oh yes, the Potter kid. I wonder what happened to him?" Harry asked.

"Dumbledore placed him with his mundane relatives and told them that Potter was to be treated like a slave in order to keep the boy pliant and ignorant of our world. He will attend Hogwarts when he is eleven years old. We at least will not have to worry about him."

"Ahh, I see." Harry nodded. He was furious, but he had learned to keep his emotions under control. And he had some new information. Yaxley stopped beside a table with a Registration label on it.

"You must submit your name and personal information so you can be given your dormitory details." Yaxley abruptly turned and left the tables.

Harry looked at the tables. The principal David Hitchens was not present, so he stood patiently in a line and waited to be registered.

"Name."

"Henry Selwyn"

"Age"

"Eight."

"Date of Birth."

"July 1st 1980." The Selwyns had chosen a new Date of Birth for Harry in order to not be too much like the Potter kid. This would help make Harry one month older than he really was. It was also easy to remember since it was the first day of the month and not the last day.

"Parents or Guardians."

"Rose and Selwyn Evans." Fortunately no-one made the connection that these were Lily Evans' parents.

"Home town."

"Potter Bar, Hertfordshire, just north of London." Rose and Selwyn had moved to Potter Bar, after Lily had died and after Petunia had disowned the family. It was pure luck that they had found a lovely house in this town that just happened to have the same name as their dead daughter and son-in-law and missing grandson. They considered this to be ironic and chose to live here so that they would not forget their grandsons name.

"Magical status."

"What?" Harry asked. "I was told that there was no discrimination here. That's twice in ten minutes I have been asked for my status. I don't think anyone needs to know that."

"We need to know if you are a Squib or not. Are you Magical?"

"Oh. No, I am not a Squib. Yes I am magical." Harry answered impatiently.

"What's your favourite sports?"

"Soccer, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"So we know what sports you are interested in. Alright your dormitory will be the first year boys, in the Junior wing. Alexander here will show you the way."

The Registrar gave Harry a pile of papers, one of which included a map to the school.

The building was a large five storey building in the shape of a Capital E. The short wings housed the dormitories. One wing was the Junior Wing for Years 1 to 3, the second wing was for Intermediate students from Years 4 to 6 and the final wing was the Seniors wing, for the Years 7 to 10 Students. Each wing had its own common room, study rooms, dining room and kitchen. The children knew each other within their own Wing of the school, but would meet others in various sports activities and in the Great Hall and the Library. The Great Hall, Gymnasium, Library and teachers offices were all along the ground floor of the long section of the E shaped building. Above them were Four levels of classrooms.

Alexander turned out to be Alex Moon, a Squib who was a 3rd Year student. He was the eldest of two children from a Pureblood family, but because he was a Squib, he was unable to attend Hogwarts and so had begged to be allowed to enrol at St Georges. His family lived in Lincolnshire and he had one younger sister who was magical. She was not permitted to attend St George's because the parents were hoping she would be invited to Hogwarts. She was also the current heiress of the Moon family unless he, Alex, had a magical child, who would then become the new Heir. Alex was not terribly worried at losing out on the heirs title and responsibilities. He was just grateful that his parents not dumping him out into the Mundane world. At least now he could get an education and be able to work for the family business.

"What is your family business, if I can ask?" Harry asked.

"Oh, we import wand core and potion ingredients from all over the magical world, and then sell them to wand makers and potions masters, mostly around Britain and Europe. Although of course we are happy to sell to anyone who can afford to buy." Alex grinned.

Harry nodded. Potions and wand making were interesting careers to think about, not that he had to decide right now. After all, he was only eight years old.

Alex lead Harry along to the Juniors wing. On the ground floor he was shown the study rooms, the dining room and kitchen where the elves were hard at work. Then in the large Junior common room, he was shown the stairs that led to the upper levels where the bedrooms were located.

"Year 1 students are all on the first floor. Year 2 on the second floor, Year 3 on the third. The fourth floor has some bedrooms for guests to stay in, and also the school Infirmary. There are roughly 150 students per year from years 1 to 7, then the numbers drop as students leave school after taking their OWLs. Not everyone stays to take their O and A level or NEWT exams. Some students switch to Mundane schools, some gets jobs in the wizarding world, and some switch to other magical schools with more prestige, like Hogwarts and Beauxbatons."

"Is there any information on who started up the Saint schools, and why?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but you will learn that as part of your history and culture classes." Alex replied.

Harry nodded. He could wait.

Alex continued speaking. "The dining room opens at 5 pm for dinner and closes at 8pm. Breakfast is from 6 to 9 in the morning. Classes start at 8 am and run to 12. Lunch is from 12 to 2 pm. Classes also run from 1 to 5 pm. You should get your timetable at Breakfast tomorrow. Classes will start tomorrow as well, so make sure that you are downstairs by 7 AM at least."

Alex and Harry had climbed the steps and Harry was being led down a corridor with many doors. Alex was stopping to check names on each door.

Eventually he stopped outside a door that had the names H Selwyn and N Longbottom.

"This is your room. You are rooming with Neville Longbottom. He's a pretty shy and quiet kid. Keeps to himself mostly. His family seem to think he is a Squib because I haven't seen or heard that he does any magic at all."

Alex opened the door and allow Harry to enter. The room was empty but there was a trunk at the end of one of the beds.

"I see he is already here. You'll have to take the other bed. Your trunk can sit at the end."

"How come you already know this Neville fellow?" Harry asked.

"My family and his are both purebloods and we both move in the same circles within the wizarding world."

Alex showed Harry which wardrobe was his, and where the bathroom was. He then left Harry alone, saying that he had to get back downstairs to help more firsties.

Harry was busy unpacking his clothes from his trunk and placing them in his drawers and wardrobe when he heard a quiet, "Hello?" from behind him.

He turned around to see a short round faced boy, with mousey brown hair and grey eyes, standing in the doorway. There was nothing remarkable looking about this boy at all.

Harry smiled and stuck his hand out to shake.

"Hi. I'm Harry Selwyn, your new roommate."

The other boy shook Harry's hand muttering his name, "Neville Longbottom" as he did so.

Neville was ashamed to be known as a squib. He had been sent to this school just so that his great Uncle Algie and his grandmother did not have to waste their time looking after him anymore. While Neville was not supposed to know this, he had heard his grandmother and Great uncle saying those exact words, several months before being told that he was to be sent away to school.

"Are you magical or a squib?" Neville punched through his shyness to ask the new roommate.

Harry rolled his eyes. "Why does everyone keep asking me that? Yes I am magical. I am also a pureblood but am mundane raised since my parents are dead."

Neville gasped as he entered the bedroom and closed the door.

"How can you be a pureblood and yet be mundane raised?" He asked. "No pureblood would ever allow their child to be mundane raised."

Harry shrugged. "Like I said. My parents died when I was a baby, and I didn't have any control over where I was raised after that."

"Do you know who any of your pureblood grandparents are? Or your godparents? You can petition them to have them be made your guardians." Neville was very curious.

Harry debated whether or not to tell Neville the truth of who he was.

"Who are your godparents, Neville?"

Neville hung his head.

"My godparents are dead. My godmother was Lily Potter. The mother of the Boy who Lived - Harry Potter. Have you heard of him?"

Harry nodded. This was news to him. He had a god-brother of sorts.

Neville continued. "My godfather was Edgar Bones. His sister is Madam Amelia Bones. She is the head of the DMLE, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Lily and Edgar both died in the war against Voldemort back in 1981."

Harry made his decision. He needed a friend, and who better than his roommate and god-brother?

"Sit down Neville. I have something important to tell you, but I need an oath from you, that you will NOT tell anyone else."

"I swear on whatever magic I have, that I will not tell anyone else of those secrets that Harry Selwyn tells me today."

Neville didn't see it, but Harry spotted a very faint glow around Neville's body, which meant that Neville did have some magic. Harry wondered if maybe Neville's magic was bound up like his had been.

"Thanks for that, Neville," Harry whispered referring to Neville's oath.

"OK. I was born Harry James Potter. My mother was Lily Potter nee Evans. My father was of course James Potter. My godfather was Sirius Black. My godmother was Alice Longbottom. I guess she was your mother?"

Neville didn't say anything. He couldn't. He was in shock. His eyes grew round and his mouth fell open.

"Merlin! I was not expecting that. So how can you claim to be a pureblood when everyone knows that Lily Potter was a mundane born?"

"Lily was told by her parents that she was a mundane born because that is how she was raised. She had no reason not to believe that. In fact both of her parents were and are pureblood squibs. They were ejected from the wizarding world as young children like most squibs are. My grandfather even attended this school. My squib grandparents only gained legal custody of me when I was 6 years old. Before then, I was raised by my squib aunt who hated magic. She does not know that her parents were squibs. She only knows that her sister Lily was a mundane born witch."

"So exactly how are your grandparents purebloods?" Neville asked.

"My grandfather was Ivor Selwyn and my grandmother was Rose Fawley. After my father was kicked out, he changed his name to Selwyn Evans and that's why my mothers name was Lily Evans and Evans is of course a mundane name."

Neville nodded his head. "So what does that make us?" he asked.

Harry smiled. "Godbrothers!" he declared.

Neville smiled too. Being an only child meant that he had never had any siblings. Now he had a godbrother.

The boys found comfortable positions on Harry's bed and began swapping likes and dislikes, things they had done and not done and their hopes and ambitions for the future.

Neville told Harry all about his parents lying in the Janus Thickey Long Term Care ward at St Mungos hospital. Harry told Neville about the dreams he was having - where his mother begged for his life and was struck down by a green sickly looking spell.

Neville also told Harry all the troubles he had been having as a squib. How he had never been able to show any magic despite being pushed off the pier at Blackpool and dropped out of a second story window. He had almost drowned at Blackpool, and had been rather badly injured after being tossed out of the window.

Harry gasped. He was horrified. He decide to broach the subject quietly.

"Has anyone mentioned if your magic might be bound? My magic was bound as a child, and once it was released, I felt free. It was just wonderful."

"Who would bind a child's magic? And why?" Neville asked.

"Because if a child is exhibiting a lot of accidental magic, it may be partially bound, but it's not supposed to be permanent."

"You said your magic was unbound? Who does that? When can I be checked? How much does it cost?"

"The Goblins do it at Gringotts. I'll ask my grandparents to take us to Gringotts one weekend or during the holidays."

"I would love to be checked over by the Goblins. If you could arrange this? My gran may not agree though. She is pretty much under the thumb of the head of our house - my great Uncle Algie. He was my grandfathers brother. He took over as Head of house after Grandpa died during the same war that sent my parents to the hospital."

"Can I ask what your parents are being treated for?" Harry asked politely. "It's OK if you don't want to tell me."

"They were sent insane from being under the Cruciatus Curse for more than fifteen minutes. I don't recall seeing this, but I do remember hearing it. I can still hear their screams in my head. Gives me nightmares too. I think I may have been told to hide under the bed or in a cupboard, which is why I didn't see anything."

Harry nodded and then remembered the question he had wanted to ask.

"When is your birthday?"

"July 30th, 1980." Neville replied, "And yours?"

"My real birthday as Harry Potter is July 31st 1980, which makes you one day older than me. My new birthday as Henry Selwyn, is July 1st, 1980, which makes me one month older than you, kind of. We didn't think it would be good for Henry Selwyn to have the same birthday as the Boy who Lived. By the way, I hate that title, and the Chosen one, and the Saviour, and any others you can think of. They are Not me. Noone in the wizarding world even knows me. So who has the right to be using my name in public without my permission? Not me, and not my grandparents. That's for sure." Harry was getting a little hot under the collar as he ranted. Neville could only think of one thing to do, so he wrapped his arms around his new friend and gave him a hug. This calmed Harry right down, and apologised.

At 6 pm Harry and Neville were still chatting as they found their way downstairs to the dining room and had their dinner. They were fast becoming close friends. After dinner they went back to their common room with the instructions to be back in the dining room by 7. 30 AM in order to receive their timetables and to be shown where the classrooms were. They were also told that they could use paper and pen to make notes with, but final home work that was turned in for grading, had to be written on parchment with quills. This was for wizarding subjects which were taught on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. On Tuesdays and Thursdays, students could submit mundane homework using pen and paper. And yes, there would be classes on how to use a quill.

The following morning at breakfast, Harry and Neville received their timetables. Since the boys would not be choosing electives until the 4th year, they would be taking the same classes together for the first 3 years. Well, there was one exception to that rule.

Their time table looked like this

Monday from 9am to 12pm - Herbology, and from 1 to 4pm - Ancient Runes.

Tuesdays from 8.30 to 10am - Maths, from 10.30am to 12pm - English, from 1 to 2.30pm Science, and from 3 to 4.30pm Social Studies

Wednesdays from 9am to 12pm - Potions and from 1 to 4pm - History of Magic

Thursdays from 8.30 to 10am, Latin - from 10.30am to 12pm, French - from 1 to 2.30 pm, Art or Music - and from 3 to 4.30pm Physical Education and Health

Fridays from 9am to 12pm - Arithmancy and 1 to 4pm - Wizarding Culture for mundane born & raised, and Mundane studies for those raised in the wizarding world. This class would be the only class where Harry and Neville would be split up.

"Cool!" exclaimed Neville. "Herbology is my favourite subject. What's yours Henry?"

"Any subjects to do with History actually." Henry replied. "History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and Ancient Studies in particular."

Harry didnt find out about the History of the Saint Schools until the last class on Friday when he was sent to the Wizarding culture class. He was placed in that class because, he had very little knowledge of wizarding culture, and pretty much none of wizarding history. Both classes would learn about the Saint schools, since they covered both worlds.

In their first Herbology class, Neville soon became the teachers favourite since he knew all the right answers, did all the right things with his plants and helped Harry as much as he could.

In the Ancient Runes Class, that afternoon, Harry found that he seemed to have a natural flair for languages and this new alphabet was just a different kind of alphabet. Of course the runes were not put together in a spoken sentence, but more as instructions for magic to act upon. Each rune had several specific properties.

Later in the week when Harry was introduced to potions, he was just as disappointed as his classmates to be told that "We will not be doing any potion making in the first year. " the teacher looked around at the sad faces. He smirked. "You are only eight years old. Potions brewing is somewhat akin to Cooking. Are you allowed to cook for your families?" Everyone shook their heads and brightened up.

"What I will teach you, is how to prepare the ingredients, why we stir in a certain direction at any specific time, and lastly how and why certain ingredients react with others. If you all behave well, and learn this information, we may be able t brew one or two simple potions at the end of the school year. Oh, and you will also be taught how to look after and use your knives in the correct manner. They can be dangerous. This class will have a lot of memorisation in it. The sooner you learn things, the easier it will be for you when it comes to brewing. Enough of the lecture. Let's get on with it."

The teacher pointed to the front table where 5 jars were laid out. "First you have to become familiar with what the ingredients look like. Can anyone name any of the ingredients in those jars?"

It took half an hour, but eventually they were all worked out to be boomslang skin, porcupine quills (those were the first to be identified), dragons blood, flobberworms and ginger root.

"Boomslang skin is one of the rarest ingredients around. Very hard to obtain. Used for polyjuice potions, which is a 6th year potion. You will not be learning how to make that until after your OWLS. Ginger root is of course a spice, and we often use herbs and spices in our potions. The same herbs and spices that mundanes use. Porcupine quills of course come from any Porcupine you can find outside. Flobberworms are nasty little things. They are magical worms and their body juices are a common potion ingredient. You will be cutting up LOTS of these flobber worms during your time here at St George's academy. Dragonsblood, is somewhat hard to get. We don't kill dragons, but their bodies do hold vast amounts of potions and other ingredients. These ingredients are rendered down from dragons after they have died of natural causes or were killed in a battle.

"I will be asking you to learn 5 new potions ingredients every day for most of the first year. But do not fret. We will also be learning how to prepare these ingredients, how and when they are used, how they react with others in certain situations, and so on. As I said earlier, a lot of memorisation will be required. Now let's get to work. Today we will be learning how to slice, dice, and prepare the flobberworms. So please put on your gloves, and take out your knives. No throwing around of any of these ingredients in my class. If I see anything be thrown around by anyone, that person will be given detention."

On Friday, Harry and Neville were directed to different classrooms. Harry to learn more about the Wizarding world, and Neville to learn more about the Mundane world. Not that it mattered for the first class. Both boys received the same lecture. The history of the Saint schools. The reason for this was because the Saint schools covered both worlds.

Some of the children were constantly asking when they could use wands.

"Not until your 4th year." they were repeatedly told. This was why the first three years of classes were kept separate, as much as possible, from the rest of the school. The staff did not wish to encourage any accidents.

Since the Magical world refused to allow children to have access to wands until they reached the age of 11 (or Year 4), only those children who had sufficient magic, were permitted to receive wands. These children were then permitted to drop 2 magical subjects of their choice, and replace them with any 2 wanded subjects of Defence, Charms or Transfiguration.

Harry also learned all about sports and what activities he could do within the Saint schools system.

All of the Saint schools together ran a large sports league with Quidditch, Soccer, Tennis, Running, Basketball and Volleyball Teams. Every sport had three teams, each covering different age groups. Junior teams were children in years 1 to 3, intermediate teams were children in years 4 to 6, and senior teams were those in years 7 to 10.

Since each school team played each of the 5 other schools at least once every year, this meant there were a minimum of 5 matches every year in each sport and for each level. Each sport was therefore playing a total of 15 matches each year, and since there were six sports, that meant that there was a grand total of 75 sports matches being played each year amongst these six schools. This interschool rivalry was purposely kept very friendly, without being allowed to become too competitive. It was not at all unusual for siblings from the same family to be attending different saint schools and therefore be on opposing sports teams.

For those eleven year olds who had attended the Saint schools from the age of 8, almost all of them had turned down their Hogwarts invitations, if they received one. Especially after the news rapidly filtered through all the schools that Hogwarts had no mundane subjects being taught, that Hogwarts did not accept squibs and that there were no sports teams other than Quidditch.

Squibs were more than welcome at the Saint schools. There were only 3 magical subjects that they were unable to participate in - those being the wanded subjects of Defence, Charms and Transfiguration. But they could participate in all the other magical and mundane subjects with no trouble at all. Some squib children did not have sufficient magic to fly a broom, but most of them did, so they could still play Quidditch if they wished. There was nothing preventing these squibs from participating in any of the remaining five sports.

There was one other league that was actively pursued amongst the saints schools as well, this being the game of wizarding chess. Because chess was more of an individual game, there were no teams. Chess players played as many matches as they wished against other players. There was just one Chess leaderboard to cover all the schools. Every chess player started at the bottom, and every time a player won a game against a higher ranked player, the winners name was placed immediately above the player they had just defeated. If any player challenged a higher ranked player and lost, then nothing happened with the player positions. Magic ensured that the leaderboard kept accurate results.

Harry would eventually learn how to fly a broomstick and play wizarding chess at St Georges Academy. It turned out that he was a natural flyer like his father and he would very quickly become a seeker for the junior school Quidditch team. Harry had grown up playing mundane chess against his grandfather on a regular basis and it didn't take him long to adapt to wizarding chess. By the time Harry was 10 years old, his name would be in the top twenty on the school chess leaderboard and he kept it there without too much effort. Harry rarely challenged any of those players ranked above him. He just tended to always defeat those lower ranked players challenging him. He also loved playing Soccer and Volleyball and continued his running as well.

Harry loved his new school. The subjects were interesting. The whole wizarding world was interesting actually. He easily settled down to life as a student of St George's academy.