AN: I would like to start off my authors note with two statements. I'm sorry and HOLY SHIT! I'm currently in college and having quite the time trying to balance my school work, personal life, and my fanfiction life. I think I want a beta/cowriter for this story so hit me up if your interested. My dms are open. I like to think I'm a loving guy and pretty good with words. Now on to my second statement. HOLY SHIT! I knew this fanfic had a lot of potential when I started it, but this is just INSANE! 77 followers and 45 favorites on just the first 3 chapters. Like, my first two stories had potential, but I couldn't quite find the zip to get them going. I would like to thank everyone for making me want to keep this story going so much. Unfortunately, that may be impossible without some assistance. *cough PLS LOVE ME AND HELP ME SOMEONE couch* Without further ado, a short filler chapter that introduced some more of Harry's "tutoring" as a pureblood heir.

The Hogwarts Express arrived at the school later, producing awestruck and nervous chatter to pick up amongst the first years. Harry levitated his and Luna's trunks down and they walked out toward the boats that the first years were being directed to. They then loaded onto one, and were joined by a bushy-haired girl and a giant of a man soon after.

"Hope yall don't mind me jus' climbing on here with ya. I'm Rubius Hagrid, the gamekeeper here at Hogwarts. I'll also be yer Care of Magical Teachers," he introduced himself.

"Hello, Professor Hagrid, I'm Luna Lovegood. Have the nargles been giving you any troubles lately?"

"Er, no I wouldn't think they have been lass."

"Well that's wonderful, they can be quite troublesome."

"Excuse me," the bushy-haired girl began, "But there is no such thing as nargles. There's nothing in the book about them."

"Maybe you do not know about them because they are in your head right now. I can check if you would like, miss…," Luna offered.

"Granger. Hermione Granger, and I believe your head is just full of fairytales," the newly dubbed Hermione shot back.

"Now lass, there aint no need -," Hagrid began but was interrupted by Harry.

"Well you listen here, Hermione," he spat the girl's name, "You have no reason to be that rude to my friend. Looking at your lack of tolerance for a belief that is not in your books, I'm going to assume your muggleborn. As such I will inform you of our customs for this situation only once, then I will be forced to defend Miss Luna's, heir secondary of the Noble House of Olivander, honor and challenge you to a duel. When being presented with an idea, no matter how preposterous, you must at least give the idea's solicitor a fair chance of presenting their claim. After the appeal is made you must give said theory as much respect as you do your books, at least publicly. This does not mean you have to support it, only not ridicule it without reasonable evidence of doubt. With that I will leave any further punishment to our faculty member here. Mister Hagrid," Harry prodded him into action.

"While quite extreme, he has spoken only the truth lass. I'll see to it after yer sorted that yer head of house also is made aware of this. Your very well informed about wizarding law, what did you say yer name was again?" Hagrid asked Harry as the boats pulled in.

"First year students, gather around. I'll be taking you to the Great Hall to wait to be sorted," said a short, balding man standing at around four feet tall. "I am Professor Filius Flitwick and I will be teaching you charms. When we arrive at the great hall you will split into two lines, one male and the other female. When your name is called you will approach the sorting hat and be sorted into your house. You will then go to your house's table and be seated. Any questions? Excellent. Let's go," he shot out as fast as a firecracker.

The students quickly got into line, Harry in the very back across from Luna, arms linked together. Soon all the anxious first years began to march into the hall. Flitwick stopped the duo short of the gates and said, "Hello, was I not clear in my instructions? No, everyone else got them. Troublemakers perhaps? No, you don't have the gleam in your eyes like the Weasley twins. Young Love? Nope, not at your age at least. May I ask what is so important that you knowingly disobeyed my order?"

"Well, sir," Harry began, "I believe that it's important to show unity between houses. Both school and family ones. This is my way of showing respect to Miss Lovegood's house by giving her an escort. It is a Potter family tradition to accompany a lone witch of a magical family into an event, if she doesn't have one of her own. Would you deny me of this tradition?"

"Well, of course not. The rules of the school clearly state tha-"Flitwick began again only to be interrupted by Luna.

"Doesn't the Hogwarts charter have a clause about respecting inter-house unity? Currently me and my escort are not in the same house so surely the clause would cover our entrance."

"I believe your right then. Sorry, I didn't catch your names," Flitwick prompted.

"This is Luna Lovegood and I'm Harry Potter."

"Oh," he seemed flustered upon hearing Harry's name, "Well in you go, the ceremony should have started already. And with that, Harry and Luna walked, arm in arm, to the back of the line. Inciting whispers from among the crowd.

AN: Yeah, really short, but it's all I had time for. Don't forget to favorite, follow, and review.

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