Nope, still don't own Harry :(

"Welcome home son." His father's voice sounded his mind. "We've missed your magic around us, and we still miss your presence surrounding us."

"I miss you too dad, all of you." Admitted Yrrah. "Did you see my train ride? Did I make the right decision by not trusting those two boys? Was I right in befriending Hermione and Neville?"

"I saw, and I believe you made the right choices my boy, but only time will tell." Godric's voice became weaker, the magic couldn't hold the connection for much longer. "I have to go, Y. I love you."

"I love you too dad." Whispered Yrrah softly.

"What was that?" asked Hermione. Both were looking at Yrrah with worry, and the professor had left the room. "Are you okay Yrrah? You zoned out on us for a moment."

"Yeah. You didn't even flinch when the ghosts appeared." Agreed Neville.

"Just thinking about home." Admitted Yrrah. "I'm missing my mom and dad."

Hermione and Neville looked at him with sympathy. "I miss my parents too Y." said Hermione. "We can always write them though! I'm planning on sending my first letter before breakfast."

"My grandma wants to know where I'm sorted before her morning tea so I will send my letter out before I go to bed." Smiled Neville. "We can send our letters together if you want."

Yrrah shook his head. "I live too far away for owls to reach. Besides that, our home is protected against owls, they will never find it. The best I can do is send a letter to Gringotts and ask them to pass it along if Maeghen comes in for some business."

Both his new friends looked shocked, but refrained from commenting when the professor came back. "We're ready for you now." she said in a very serious voice.

They formed a line before going into the great hall. Yrrah smiled when he saw the ceiling, just like home it was charmed to show the sky.

"It's amazing isn't it?" Whispered Hermione. "The ceiling is bewitched to look like the sky, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Yrrah smiled. "I know and if you're good I'll think about teaching you the spell."

"According to the book, the spell has been lost for years." Said Hermione softly.

"My family has knowledge of spells which should have been lost in time but weren't." whispered Yrrah so they wouldn't be overheard.

When they stopped before the teachers table, Yrrah looked longingly at the hat on the chair. He was an eleven year old, away from his home and his parents for the first time in his life. Being able to hear his grandfather's voice for even a moment would be awesome.

The hall went silent as the hat started to sing.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindor's apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuff are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Everyone started clapping then suddenly stopped when the professor, the one who had led them in (Yrrah silently cursed himself for not paying attention when he arrived, she probably introduced herself when she opened the doors) unrolled a scroll and started to call out names.

Hannah Abbot was first, and the girl was sorted to Hufflepuff. Names passed by Yrrah while he kept his eyes locked on the hat that contained a part of his grandfather.

When Hermione was called, Neville and Yrrah gave her a comforting squeeze on the shoulder.

"I hope she'll be in Gryffindor." Admitted Yrrah. "I would hate to miss her in some classes."

Neville looked with the question in his eyes. "How do you know you'll be in Gryffindor?" wondered Neville.

"If you ask the hat, he'll take your choice into account. Mione doesn't know much about the houses and the magical world so I didn't want to corrupt her and influence her choice."

"GRYFFINDOR!" Yelled the hat causing Yrrah and Neville to begin cheering which made Hermione smile at them. The girl in question skipped towards the red and gold table.

When Neville's turn came around, he was more confident. "Gryffindor" was soon yelled and Neville gave Yrrah a thumbs up before sitting across of Hermione.

"Pendragon, Yrrah."

The hall went silent for a second before the whispering started.

"Pendragon?" asked Neville to Hermione. "Did she say Pendragon? As in Lord Pendragon from King Arthur and the knights' time?" Hermione gave a short nod, her eyes never leaving young Yrrah.

Before Yrrah reached the hat, his grandfather's voice spoke again.

"Welcome young Pendragon." Said a clear voice. "It has been a long time since one of the original six has walked through these halls. Hogwarts is honoured to have you in our midst. We have high expectations of you."

"I'm pleased to be here for my education." Said Yrrah with a small bow. "I hope I'll prove to be worthy of your honour and fulfil your expectations."

"You will young warrior, of that I'm sure. Now please sit down so I can sort you."

Yrrah sat down and let the hat fall over his eyes. "I truly hate you grandpa."

"We miss you too, son." chuckled the ancient wizard/hat. "Your secret would come out sooner than later anyway."

"That's true." Admitted Yrrah. "Grandpa, I want to go back home."

"You have a destiny Yrrah," said Merlin after a moment of silence. "You've made friends already and they'll be good for you. They both think very highly of you and even Rowena approves of them."

Yrrah laughed quietly, tilted the hat a bit so it didn't cover his eyes and looked at the red table. "I know and as my mom and dad approve…"

"Don't forget to give them the shields. Also, since the rest thinks of me as an owl, I have some messages. Your father wants you to remember to practice, your mother tells me to tell you to study hard and not just for classes. Your aunt wants you reminded of your potions and Uncle Sal wants you to have some fun once in a while and your mastery will arrive on Friday morning according to Maeghen."

"They arrived home safely?"

"Of course they did." Said Merlin. "We've been talking for too long Yrrah, people are getting impatient."

"But I won't hear you again for nine months." Begged Yrrah. "Please."

"Yrrah, everything will be all right. Just remember we love you." was spoken before "GRYFFINDOR!" was heard, Merlin's yell ringing out loudly through the hall .

"I love you Y." was quietly whispered in Yrrah's mind.

"Love you too." Y replied longingly.

The hat disappeared from his head and Yrrah was met with cheering from the red table and curious yet confused looks from the other tables.

Yrrah was looking at the staff table, noticing how the professor looked at the scroll before looking sadly up to a strangely familiar face. The man had dark hair, with an equally dark beard. Had Yrrah seen him through the magical window before? Or at Diagon Ally? He couldn't remember.

"Why did it take so long with you Yrrah?" asked Hermione when Yrrah sat down next to her. "Why did the hat call you a warrior?"

"The hat and I had much to discuss. The warrior is because of the training I've received." Said Yrrah with a smile. "This is awesome, we're all in the same house. I told you so, didn't I, Neville?"

"You're a Pendragon? From the royal bloodline?" stuttered the boy instead. The whole table was listening in, completely forgetting about the students who were still being sorted.

"I'm adopted." Explained Yrrah with a shrug. "So I'm not really special and I wish it could have stayed a secret."

"Why?" asked Hermione.

"Did you see how everyone looked at me, the whispers?" Yrrah gave a pointed look at his housemates who had the dignity to blush and turn back to the sorting. "I was send to Hogwarts to have a normal schooling. As long as there is a strong ministry and I'm not emancipated, I have no rights whatsoever. I'm just a regular student and want to be treated like everyone else. I want true friends, not fame seekers."

The sorting ceremony had come to an end and to everyone's annoyance, Ron sat down next to Neville, across from Yrrah and started talking but was still silenced so the trio ignored him. With a half ear they listened to Dumbledore about the forest and the third floor and then dinner appeared.

"Good thing we became friends before we knew you were royalty." Chuckled Hermione.

"Yep, you guys were kind to me because of me, not because of my name." Yrrah smiled, his fingers tracing the small flask in his front pocket. He decided to try a small bite of everything before starting on the healthy meals with the help of the potions.

"We won't treat you different than on the train, I promise." Said Neville. "So, as a friend, I ask you to release Ron from the spell you placed on him. This isn't funny anymore, just sad."

The trio turned to the redhead who was enthusiastically speaking to - maybe his brothers? - a grinning pair of twins. Ron still hadn't noticed that he wasn't making a sound.

Pointing his wand at Ron, he whispered the incarnation, cancelling the silencer.

"Why did you do that?" whined one of the twins.

"How can we make him shut up again?" asked the other. Ron turned as red as his hair and sat back down in his seat to begin stuffing his face full of any food within reach.

"It's a simple silencer we use for when we need to speak in private, no sound can come from the silenced area or persons. I only set it around Ron after he wouldn't stop insulting my friends." Yrrah's eyes lit up when he said friends, as did Hermione's and Neville's.

Before the twins could react, Yrrah felt someone looking at him. It was the black haired man, with the sad blue grey eyes. He was looking at the Gryffindor table, his eyes focussed on the first years.

"Who's that?" wondered Yrrah out loud.

Neville looked up. "I believe that's Sirius Black. If I'm correct, he's Harry Potters Godfather."

"Was Potters godfather. Potter is dead." Said Ron.

"You don't know that." Said a girl who had introduced herself as Lavender. "They never found a body and Mr. and Mrs. Potter are still looking for him."

"Harry Potter?" asked Yrrah confused. "The son of Lily and Lord Potter? I met Lady Potter this summer, Lily told me her son was the last victim of Voldemort." A shudder went through the table when Yrrah said the name. "Don't tell me you guys are scared of a name, this is the house of the brave." Stated the young warrior but the table ignored him.

"Harry Potter killed You-Know-Who when he was a baby." Explained Neville. "His mother had him protected by a bracelet and it is believed that the killing curse was reflected back at its caster. You-know-who exploded and Harry was named saviour. However, nobody knows what happened to the baby when he was hit. Some say Harry was killed, the shield wasn't strong enough to block the whole curse. Some say that Harry's magic was strong enough to help the shield and the baby was taken by an escaping Death Eater. Some believe that Harry's magic acted to protect him and apparating him to safety. No one knows what really happened."

"What do you believe?" asked Hermione.

"I like to believe that Harry's magic was strong enough to save him and took him to safety." Admitted Neville. "He's my godbrother you know. My mother is his godmother and his mother is mine. I would love to meet him one day."

"Potter is dead and everyone knows it," Ron said with his mouthful. "He would be at Hogwarts if he wasn't."

Neville looked down sadly at his plate.

"Don't speak with your mouth full. It's disgusting." Yrrah then whispered another jinx. "Also, I was born in Britain and almost didn't go to Hogwarts." Said Yrrah. "I was raised within protective wards. No owl could reach us and letters have to go through Gringotts. I even got a Britain Guardian appointed if my parents can't be reached. Maybe Harry Potter was taken to a place like that."

While Yrrah said those words to comfort Neville, he wondered if it was possible that another child was the prophesied one and his parents were wrong about the first prophecy. While Yrrah knew the prophecy was true for him, ten powers were hard to overlook, the other prophecy could fit Harry Potter. If so, was Harry still alive? Was Harry Potter living behind the safety of wards being raised by a loving family or be raised by muggle haters to become the next dark lord?

For Lily, Yrrah planned to ask his grandfather about it next summer. Merlin may know what happened to the baby.

Ron had placed another piece of chicken in his mouth and wanted to say something but found he couldn't. After he swallowed he noticed people could hear him again. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" he yelled.

"Something we use at home on two year olds to stop them from speaking with their mouth full." Said Yrrah. "My uncle used that spell on me once and I learned to empty my mouth before opening it by the end of two weeks."

"NEVER!" one of the twins said.

"EVER!" the other continued.

"LIFT"

"THAT"

"SPELL" they finished together. "Promise us."

"Can't, it will stay for a month or two before it will disappear." Yrrah looked back at the staff table, noticing that Professor Black looked deep in thought. "Who can explain who teaches what class?"

Hermione looked excited and smiled hopefully at the older years.

Another redhead leaned forward. "Percy Weasley. Gryffindor's Perfect. You teach me that spell and I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"Done, the spell is buccea clusus, which means mouth closed. Keep your wand steady and point it at the person's lips. The person will not be able to open their mouth to talk while it is full of food." Yrrah explained.

Percy asked him to write the spell down before turning to the staff table and explaining who was teaching what.

"Wizard customs?" asked Hermione surprised, "That class isn't mentioned in Hogwarts: A History. Is it a new program?"

"Relatively new." Admitted Percy. "It was announced to help young wizards to learn the laws and customs of our world but the rumour is that Professor Dumbledore created the class to keep Professor Black close. As stated before, Professor Black IS Potter's godfather. After that Halloween he lost everything. His godson and his best friend James Potter. Both Potters didn't want anything to do with the magical world. His fiancé died in the war and his other friend turned out to be a death eater who was responsible for the kidnapping of baby Potter. Professor Black lost it and swore revenge. Afraid he would do something harmful to someone it was decided to keep a close eye on the professor, so the wizard customs class appeared."

After dinner, the group of first years followed Percy to the common room. Hermione and Neville were looking around in wonder while Yrrah just smiled. He had ran around these halls his whole life. You could argue if it was ten years or twenty but it was a long time either way.

The Gryffindor tower was surprising enough on the same floor as his and his father's room, but on the other side of the castle.

Neville and Yrrah said their goodnights to Hermione and went to their room. Both boy's placed their trunks on the bed –they took the beds next to each other on the other side of the room from Ron – took out their showering and sleeping stuff before placing the trunks on the floor at the foot of their beds.

They came back from their showers, to find two other boys surrounding Ron next to Yrrah's bed. Ron was rubbing his hand and Yrrah could fill in the blanks.

Softly coughing to get their attention, Yrrah looked down at the boys. "My trunk, as well as Neville's and Hermione have been charmed not to let anyone in without our permission."

"Why the hell would you do that?" asked a raging Ron.

Neville raised an eyebrow. "Well, I for one don't like it if anyone could walk in here, take something out my trunk without my knowledge and walk away with it."

"But we're not thieves!" one of the boys,Dean Thomas was his name, said indignantly.

"Then why would one of you try to open MY trunk without asking me first?" asked Yrrah.

The three boys blushed and looked away. "Ron said you had some candy you said he could have." Mumbled Seamus Finnigan. "We didn't think you would mind…"

"I do mind," said Yrrah. "I bought some candy on the train since I had never tasted most of those things before, I offered Ron, who was sharing a compartment with me at the time, some because that's the polite thing to do. When he took advantage of the situation by taking too much I reversed my offer. Now, you know what will happen when you try to break in my trunk I hope it won't happen again. Goodnight Mr. Weasley, Mr. Finnigan and Mr. Thomas."

Neville smiled at Yrrah before crawling under the covers. "Night Y,"

"Night Nev."

The next morning Yrrah rose early to start his training. While the riffling through his trunk, Yrrah accidentally woke Neville.

"What are you doing Y?" asked the boy groggily.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you. I'm going out to train a bit before classes."

"Can you wait for me?" asked Neville nervously. "I would like to join in if you don't mind."

Yrrah rubbed his neck. "Well, we do have classes this morning and the first training can be very tiring. You can join but you'll probably be tired throughout the day."

"I don't care." Neville jumped out bed and started to riffle through his trunk.

Yrrah went down the stairs to find a girl sleeping on the couch. "Hermione?" he softly whispered, gently shaking the girl awake. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to join you for morning practice." Yawned Hermione. "So I went down when I woke up around midnight. How early is it?"

"Five in the morning." Chuckled Yrrah, as the girl groaned. "Why were you awake so late?"

"I missed my mom and dad." Admitted Hermione. "I've never been this far away from them."

Neville walked down the stairs. "I'm ready." He announced and Yrrah offered Hermione a small smile and a hand up.

"Shall we make your parents proud?" he asked and the trio walked out the room.

"Where are we going Y?" asked Hermione.

"My dad told me about a training room that only I can enter." Explained Yrrah as he led them through the halls towards his bedroom and training rooms. Bypassing the doors for the living quarters, Yrrah placed his hand on the wall and a door appeared.

"How could your dad have found this?" asked Hermione in wonder while they walked around the room. "This is amazing."

Yrrah shrugged, "My dad is a powerful wizard. Come sit down in the middle, we will start this morning with mind training."

"Mind training?" both asked confused.

"What do you guys know about occlumency and legilimency?" Yrrah sat down in meditation mode with his legs crossed. Hermione looked confused and Neville thoughtful but neither gave an explanation so Yrrah continued. "Legilimency can be used to read someone's thoughts, a strong wizard who is a master in legilimency, could even control someone's thoughts with it or send someone dreams."

"That's awful." exclaimed Hermione.

"It is, that's why there is occlumency." Explained Yrrah. "Occlumency is an art that protects someone's mind. My mom and Uncle Sal also invented a potion to make a basic Occlumency shield till you can establish strong enough ones on your own."

"Do you have the potion?" pressed Neville.

"Yes." A bit hesitantly pulled Yrrah two vials from his potions belt. "I have a lot of secrets, most of which I can't tell you. However, I can share some of them once your minds are protected."

Hermione took the two vials and handed one to Neville before drowning hers. "Teach me Occlumency."

For the first hour Yrrah explained the basics of the mind arts before they started on physical training.

Around seven, two very tired first years dragged their bodies to the side and collapsed to watch Yrrah go one more round.

"Are we really going to do this?" Panted Neville. "Like every day?"

"M'Fraid so." Moaned Hermione. "Look at Yrrah, he's good motivation. I want to be able to do that." Yrrah was fighting a drone the muggle way and kicking the drone's arse.

When Yrrah was finished they made their way back to Gryffindor tower for a quick shower and change. At half past seven the three friends arrived in the Great Hall for breakfast. They were the first to arrive.

"I'm exhausted." moaned Neville resting his head on the table.

"Me too and we only did a quarter of Yrrah's training." Hermione laid herself down next to Neville.

"You'll get used to it." Yrrah handed them two new vials. "Here, Pepper-up potions." He took his own special potion from his uncle.

Gratefully the two drowned the vials and were able to sit up a bit straighter.

Professor McGonagall walked up to the friends. "Good morning Miss Granger, Mr. Longbottom, Mr. Pendragon, you slept well I hope?"

"Lovely." Said Hermione with a smile thinking about laying down.

"I wish I could go back to bed." Sighed Neville.

Yrrah shrugged, "I missed my family but other than that it was fine."

"That's understandable." McGonagall gave him a sympathetic smile. "You could write to them today Mr. Pendragon. I have the timetables for the first years." She handed them the papers and went back to the staff table.

Monday
08.30 – 10.00 Wizard Customs- Ravenclaw
10.15 – 11.45 Transfiguration- Hufflepuff
12.30 – 14.00 History of Magic- All
14.15 – 15.45 History of Magic- All

Tuesday
08.30 – 10.00 Charms- Slytherin
10.15 – 11.45 Charms- Slytherin
12.30 – 14.00 Transfiguration- Hufflepuff
14.15 – 15.45 Defence Against the Dark Arts- Slytherin

Wednesday
08.30 – 10.00 Defence Against the Dark Arts- Slytherin
10.15 – 11.45 Herbology- Hufflepuff
12.30 – 14.00 Herbology- Hufflepuff

23.30 – 01.00 Astronomy- All

Thursday
10.15 – 11.45 Transfiguration- Hufflepuff
12.30 – 14.00 Potions- Slytherin
14.15 – 15.45 Potions- Slytherin

Friday
08.30 – 10.00 Wizard Customs- Ravenclaw
10.15 – 11.45 Charms- Slytherin
12.30 – 14.00 Defence Against the Dark Arts- Slytherin

"That's a lot of hours every week." Mumbled Neville, "Why are most with only one other house and History and Astronomy with all?"

"My guess is that we don't use magic in those classes and it isn't necessary to have constant supervision." Mussed Hermione. "At least we can sleep in on Thursday after Astronomy." she placed the schedule in her bag. "We've got forty-five minutes until Wizard customs. First magical class."

"Yeah," said Neville. "I'm curious about wizard customs, see if they can teach me anything my grandmother hasn't told me. Hey, can we go to the owlery before class? I forgot to do that last night and want to tell gran that I'm a lion."

"Of course. I want to send a letter to my parents as well." Hermione said.

They were the first to arrive in the classroom, except for Professor Black who was sitting in front of the class with the Daily Prophet in his hands. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the trio. "You're early, most first years get lost on their first day."

"Hogwarts: A History has a complete map on the back pages." Hermione said. "It wasn't that hard to find."

The professor hummed before turning back to the paper. When the others arrived, Black put the paper away and looked out at the fresh group of student. "Welcome to your first class in Hogwarts, Lions and Ravens." He started. "In this class you'll be taught the wizarding worlds laws, politics, how to behave at a social event, etiquette lessons and last but not least dancing." Black stayed silent until the whispers died off. "I know some of you have been taught this since you could walk." His grey-blue eyes went to Neville. "However, there are a lot of you who don't have the education of a Scion of a Noble or even Ancient and Noble house."

"Or a Most Ancient and Most Noble house." Whispered a Ravenclaw behind them in awe. "Until last night it was believed they had disappeared in time. Can you believe we have an actual heir of the original six in our class?"

Yrrah clenched his hands into fists, which Hermione saw and tried to calm him by rubbing his arm. This was what he was afraid of.

"Mr. Pendragon may have been born into a certain family and outside these halls that might be important, but in here, he is a student like everyone else. He asked not to be called by his official title and we'll treat him like everyone else outside of formal occasions." Yrrah gave the professor a grateful look, and Black offered a nod in return. "Are there any other questions before we start?"

"Are you really Harry Potter's godfather?" the Ravenclaw, Padma Patil, asked.

"Was Potter a powerful baby?" asked Ron.

Yrrah watched as the Professor became tense. "Let me make one thing clear. You're here for lessons about customs, not about my godson. I will give you this warning only once, ask me about my godson again and you WILL lose house points."

The rest of the class, ironically enough, consisted of a history lesson about the Ancient and Noble houses.

Yrrah frowned in dismay when he looked at the names on the board.

House Pendragon House Emrys
The two Most Ancient and Most Noble houses, mostly known as the royalty of magical Britain

House Gryffindor House Ravenclaw House Hufflepuff House Slytherin
The four Ancient and most Noble houses, the Dukes of the magical world

Houses Potter, Longbottom, Peverell, Davies, Black, Greengrass, Bones, & Diggory
The eight Ancient and Noble houses, the Earls of the magical world

Houses Abbot, Malfoy, Tracy, Prince, Weasley, Prewitt, Lestrange, & Avery
The eight Noble houses, Barons of the magical world

So far no one had asked him if he belonged to the magical house Pendragon and how close he was to the lordship, but he knew it was just a matter of time. Hermione was shooting him looks, as was the rest of the class, and it was getting on his nerves.

Both Hermione and Yrrah smiled at Neville when the boy glowed after Professor Black awarded him points for answering a question right. Maybe they could change his shy self-image.

They took their time walking towards Transfiguration. The professor wasn't there yet, only a cat sitting on the desk, but there were still ten minutes left before class started.

Where the Wizard customs classroom had long rows of tables, this classroom had sets of two tables together. Yrrah sat down in the second row after assuring Neville and Hermione that he didn't mind sitting alone. The two had turned their chairs so they could chat before class started.

The trio looked up when two Hufflepuffs stopped in front of their table.

Neville smiled. "Hey Susan, Hannah."

"Hey Nev." The red haired girl smiled. "How are you? It was a surprise when I heard your name during the sorting."

"Fine, glad I got my letter." Neville blushed at the reminder that he was thought to be a squib. "May I introduce my friends, Hermione Granger and Yrrah Pendragon."

"Are you muggleborn Yrrah?" asked Hannah carefully.

Yrrah shyly smiled. "Pureblood, but does that really matter?"

"Not to us but to the old customs it does." Susan gave him a smile before curtsying to Yrrah as the old customs demanded. "Scion Pendragon. May I introduce myself, I'm Lady Susan Amelia Bones. Scion Heir of the Ancient and Noble House of Bones, Heir to the Earl of Mercia and my friend Hannah Abbott, Scion of the Noble House of Abbott. I wanted to welcome you to England and while I know that Neville is capable of explaining to you about the English wizarding ways I wanted to offer to help you with any questions you might have, my Prince."

"Lady Bones, Lady Abbott. I thank you for your offer but I'm sure I can manage. Oh and please, call me Yrrah." The young boy said. "I'm trying to keep the prince thing quiet."

"Susan and Hannah." Offered Hannah in return. "Good luck with keeping that a secret."

"So it is true?" asked Hermione on a soft tone. "You are royalty?"

"The Goblins confirmed it." Said Yrrah making the magical raised look up surprised. "But I'm nothing special. My family is probably less concerned about the customs than a muggleborn. No offence Hermione."

"None taken." Said the girl. "So my first friend ever is a prince. Wait until it comes out and I can tell Nathalie Kilsdonk about it." At the looks of confusion she explained. "A bully from my former school."

"Well, let's keep it silent for as long as we can and after that I'll gladly go with you to meet this bully." said Yrrah, "Hannah, Susan would you like to join us for this class?"

The girls looked back to the other Hufflepuffs, sitting on the right side of the classroom, then turned to the Gryffindors on the right side, before shrugging and sitting down in the row behind them, right in the middle.

The first years were silent the moment the cat turned into Professor McGonagall. Hermione whispered 'Animagus' to Neville who nodded. Yrrah smiled, for a muggleborn Hermione didn't stand out that much.

McGonagall held a similar talk as Black about her class, what they were going to learn and how, before distributing matches and instructing the eleven year olds on how to turn them into needles.

While he could do it with just a wave of his hand, Yrrah wanted to learn the spell/wand way like a normal student.

From the book his mother had given him, Yrrah knew the most important thing with transfiguration is envisioning the final result. For a minute he studied the match, weighed it in his hand, felt the structure of the wood. Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes, after making sure his wand was pointed at the match.

Whispering the incarnation under his breath, he ordered his magic through his wand.

"You did it." Gasped Hannah, seated slightly behind Yrrah on his left side. Hermione and Neville turned around, staring at him with awe. Hermione was holding a match with a silvery top while Neville's match was still the same.

"How did you do that?" asked Hermione.

"Uh… just what my book told me." Yrrah opened his weightless and bottomless backpack and did a wandless accio for his mother's self-written beginner's guide to Transfiguration.

McGonagall came to see if Yrrah truly had turned his match into a needle, he would be the first first-year to achieve that in the first lesson since Transfiguration prodigy James Potter. Her eyes widened at the title. Transfiguration, deform or alter your target by Rowena Ravenclaw. "Where did you get this book?"

Opening the book to find the right page, Yrrah absently answered, "My mom gave this to me. It's been in our family for a long time." Before turning to his friends once again. "Here it is, it's a step for step explanation of how you should use your mind for better Transfiguration."

Both Hufflepuff Girls, Hermione and Neville copied the text that Yrrah pointed out. Ron Weasley whispered some not so kind words about 'teachers pets' and 'show-offs' which made the Gryffindors keep away, afraid of Ron's words. The Hufflepuff's looked at them before Ernie Macmillan whispered about rich kids and he could learn without special help, which made the two others look between him and Yrrah before focusing on their match again.

"Mr. Pendragon, may I borrow this book for a few days?" the teacher asked when the four were done with the page.

Yrrah looked hesitating, "Well, you may, but I need to get it back undamaged. My mom will literally kill me if I bring the book back with even the smallest scratch, or even worse food stains."

"I give you my word that you'll get your book back the same way you left it." McGonagall took the book in her hands as if it was the Holy Grail. "Take twenty points for Gryffindor for your perfect transfiguration Mr. Pendragon. Just start on your homework until class is done."

"May I help my friends instead, professor?" asked Yrrah.

"You may." She said before walking to the desk, her face buried in Rowena's book.

When class ended Susan, Hannah and Hermione had succeed in changing the match into a silver needle, earning ten points each. Neville's match had turned silver with a point but was still wood, earning him five points. None of the others had made any progress.

The five friends walked towards the Great Hall for lunch.

"Do you Lady's want to join us for lunch?" asked Neville shy.

"Uhm is that allowed?" Hannah questioned.

"One way to find out." Yrrah looked at the head table, several professors were seated already but Professor Black was the only one he really knew and the professor had said that he would answer questions about school customs. "Stay here for a moment." He said to his friends before walking up to the head table.

Some teachers looked up, surprised when Yrrah walked up to them, offering a small bow to Professor Black.

"Professor Black, my apologize for interrupting your lunch." Said Yrrah.

Sirius frowned at the young prince but still placed his cutlery down to face said student. "Not a problem Mr. Pendragon. How may I help you?"

"My friends and I want to enjoy lunch together but were unsure if it's ok to sit at a table that is not your house table. We haven't seen other students mingle."

"I don't know if it's against the rules, its never really happened before. Most students who mingle do so outside of the Great Hall. You'll have to ask the Headmaster."

Yrrah gave him a thankful nod. "Thank you for your time Professor." Before turning to the Headmaster and repeating his question.

"You may sit at other tables Mr. Pendragon." Dumbledore said with twinkling blue eyes. "We support and encourage friendships beyond houses. Now go on my boy, have fun mingling."

"Thank you Headmaster Dumbledore." Yrrah bowed again before walking back to his friends. "Lunch at Gryffindor and dinner at the Hufflepuff table." Said Yrrah with a smile, sitting down at the table next to Neville and opposite of the three ladies. Most students looked curiously at the two Puff's but soon shrugged their shoulders and focused on more important stuff like food.

"What is bothering you Nev?" asked Yrrah after watching Neville only poking at his lunch.

"I don't get it." Sighed Neville. "I did everything you said during class but it still didn't work. Maybe my uncle was right and I'm not as powerful as my parents."

"You're young Nev. Your power is still growing. You'll be a great wizard one day. I can feel it." Reassured Yrrah, after seeing a small smile on Neville's lips he turned to the Puff's. "So we have history together. I've always loved history."

"Well, what I've heard from my older brother is that it's horrible." Admitted Hannah. "It's taught by a ghost."

"A ghost?" Yrrah comment disbelieving. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. My Aunty told me the same." Nodded Susan. "Professor Binns just talks the whole lesson and people literally fall asleep from his voice."

"How can they? It's important to pay attention, it could end up on a test!" burst Hermione out.

"I'm sure we'll manage." Neville said. "You probably know the book by heart."

"Yeah but…"

"No buts Hermione." Said Yrrah between bites. "Everything will be alright. You'll see."

So I'm back, Sorry for the long wait but between college, work, sport and me returning home. It has been a very tiring few months.

The next chapter is almost ready and since it's almost vacation anyway I'm sure to get the next chapter up around new year.

Thanks everyone for favouring, following and reviewing! I try to answer every review I get, if I didn't I'm really sorry but as I said before, I had a really busy few months.

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