Quick note

'Lord Rose talking'

:Cole talking:

Clara talking

Cedar sat astride Lord Rose, Clara perched on his shoulders and Cole resting across his waist and Rose's neck. He fondly stroked the delicate feathers of his black phoenix, before urging Rose to trot on.

'Cee, what's the matter?' Rose's voice came smooth and low through their mental link. Cedar didn't respond immediately, trying to find the reason himself for his sudden silence.

"I'm just afraid is all." Cedar was leading his family and the council towards Hogwarts. They were about half way through the forbidden forest when Cedar began to doubt his grandfathers plan.

'You'll be fine. If I know you, you'll be loved by everyone in that school before you've even spoken.' Cedar chuckled, slightly comforted by his familiar's words. It was true though, many people just saw the young elf and loved him instantly. It may have been the mix of gold magic and grey affinity. Or it may have been the scent he gave off as a submissive elf.

:You know people love you for reasons other that that. Your magic, and your ideas help bring light to peoples lives. King Foxglove knows that, thats why he uses you to breach the gaps with the air tribes: Cole hissed faintly, his emerald green eyes just struggling to open. Clara clucked in agreement. Before Cedar had a chance to replay, there came a distant call.

"Cedar, we must fly, the mermaids in the lake wouldn't want us on their ground." Pine trotted up next to his son as he spoke. It may have been Camellia that found Cedar that night, but Pine was the closest to his son, and right now, he could practically feel how nervous he was. It was all in the tension of his shoulder, and the slight narrowing of his eyes.

"Relax, you have me, and your mother and sister, both your grandparents, and the council, nothing bad can happen, I promise." Cedar looked down, sighing as he shook his messy raven hair.

"It's not the wizards as a whole I'm worried about. I can feel them in there, the Potters I mean. Lily, I harbour no bad feeling for, though I do feel she'd want me to return to her, and I can't do that. James I owe great thanks, but again, that would be unwise, and Morgan... I don't know what to do. He believes in me, he can feel me too... What do I do dad?" Pine's eyebrows raised so dramatically, that if Cedar hadn't been serious, he'd be rolling on the floor with laughter.

Pine had never had his son ask him a question like this. Cedar was always so emotionally unattached to himself, and everything around him. Pine used to actually worry for his son, but put this mysterious attitude down to his, still partially intact, wizards genes. This was one massive step in truly connecting to his son.

"If I were you, I'd be nervous too, but your not me. Your much braver, much smarter, and much more powerful than I am. Show them. Show them you don't need their approval, and that you are happy as you are. And as for Morgan, well, me and your mother want you to know, he is just as much our son as you are." Cedar smiled, gave his dad a half hug, and whispered faintly in Lord Rose's ear.

As if hearing this command as well, many of the other pegasi took flight, following Cedar towards the great castle. Cedar smiled, allowing the cool but moist air to hit him and calm his nerves. Everything was going to be okay. Pine is right, he is powerful. He will be fine.

Morgan sat opposite Ron, Who was currently staring widely out the window, and next to Hermione, who had her nose shoved in a book. He smiled despite himself. Sure he hadn't seen his real beast friends yet, but these two came in a close second.

"Students, I'd like to welcome you back, or for you new student, to Hogwarts. This year we have a very special event taking place. One for only the bravest of heart and the strongest of will. An event, that if won, gives you a lifetime of glory. This year, we welcome to Hogwarts the Triwizard tournament." The headmasters hand twisted flamboyantly, revealing the shinning blue cup. Many first years leaned towards, entranced by the magic it passed. Morgan was trying his hardest to ignore it. He'd rather not get tangled up in another set of useless magic.

"To enter the tournament, you must be over the age of 17. You will also have to put your name in the goblet of fire, located in the second floor Transfiguration classroom. I warn you, any who enter will have to face three tasks. Three, very dangerous tasks. As is tradition, we will also be hosting the schools of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. They will both arrive in November. Enjoy your night, and let the feast begin." Another wave of the hand lined the tables with all kinds of richly cooked food. Food Morgan had begun to get bored of.

There was a gentle buzz about the student, until the sound of horse hooves and voices interrupted them. Morgan looked up, eyes on the large door at the front of the hall. He saw Dumbledoor rise, and point his wand towards the door, as did many of the other professors, his parents included. Lily Potter flicked her wand lightly and the doors opened. The figures outside, however, seemed prepared, entering as if nothing happened.

Riders on different coloured Pegasus all entered the hall. Green, blue, yellow, white. But only one caught most people's attention. The rider at the front was golden. His pegasus shone a beautiful bright light, as did the cloak that concealed his face. A large green serpent wrapped itself around the riders and the horses neck. A black Phoenix resting on his shoulder.

All the riders stopped, just in-front of the headmaster. Dumbledoor's eyes searched the group before landing on the front figure. It was then, he and Morgan both noticed the serpent was actually a basilisk. Dumbledoor lifted his wand, his blue eyes hardening in a way very few had seen.

"Defodio!" The yellow light hurtled towards the head of the Basilisk who was just sleepily opening it's eyes. Morgan was shocked to see that it's golden orbs didn't kill Dumbledoor immediately. Instead it just looked forlornly at the headmaster. The rider's hand shot out, catching the all of yellow light and absorbing it. Everyone held their breath as the riders unanimously lowered their hoods.

The golden man was tan, only slightly, but still tan. He had choppy raven hair that was shooting out in all positions, making it look windswept and messy. His eyes were a brighter golden than the pegasus he was astride. He searched the teachers for a second, until his eyes honed in on the headmaster himself, as did the other riders.

"I would appreciate if you did not hex my familiar, I am rather fond of him." The rider's behind the golden man smiled, one, a woman with long blonde hair and dark blue eyes laughed a little, before trotting up to the man and smiling at him.

"Cedar, we don't have much time, so stop being and idiot and get on with it." The man, Cedar, smiled showing two rows of pearly white teeth. Morgan could practically hear many of the girls swooning.

"Whatever Aspen, anyway, headmaster, I am here to enrol myself into Hogwarts and also to restore and rewrite the contract between Wizards and Elves." Again, it was silent. Few had heard of the elves, and those who had had only done so through inheritance, or nighttime stories. Dumbledoor's eyes shifted from Cedar, to Aspen, to the many other eleven they had with him. Yes, he had heard of them, but only once of twice, and all through friends who had come into an inheritance. From what he knew, elves were powerful, very powerful. Maybe a great ally in the upcoming war.

"I'd love to accept you as a student Cedar, but I'm afraid I cannot. You see, my boy, you must have wizarding blood, which you do not." Cedar chuckled, lightly jumping from his pegasus, the Basilisk unwinding itself from his neck whilst the Phoenix stayed perfectly perched on his shoulder. He stepped forwards, but stopped when Dumbledoor raised his wand again.

"Well, it seems you have jumped to the wrong conclusion headmaster, I am in-fact, part wizard. I was born a wizard, until I was abandoned and my elven family adopted me." His honey eyes turned towards Morgan's father, who, Morgan noted, was looking particularly pale.

"So it's to you, James Potter, that I owe my thanks. Glad to finally meet the man who gave me the family I have now." James shook, his form paling further. Lily had flushed, and was looking beyond angry. But there was another emotion in her eyes. She looked to Cedar once more, her emerald eyes softening.

"What was your birth name?" It was barely a whisper but it echoed across the hall. Cedar closed his eyes, a single tear escaping them. When he opened them again, he smiled shyly.

"Harrison Lupin James Potter."

And that was when all chaos broke loose.