There were polite applause when Harry returned to the physical world, instead of being so focussed on everything that was happening in his head. He knew that there would be plenty of things that he needed to explain to people, but that would happen after the sorting and feast, though there would defiantly be some questions to answer whilst he was eating.

Harry took his seat at the end of the Ravenclaw table, giving a slight nod to the rest of his housemates as Professor McGonagall sorted the other students, though most people were still focusing on Harry and what that hat, Leonidas, apparently no one knew his name after all this time, had done, no one interrupted the Deputy-Headmistress like that. At least not in public.

Though it did somewhat intrigue a few people that they weren't focussed on the sorting that had resumed.

The results;

Slytherin:
Daphne Greengrass
Tracy Davis
Pansy Parkinson
Theodore Nott
Meagan Jones

Gryffindor:
Hermione Granger
Dean Thomas
Lavender Brown
Seamus Finnigan
Ronald Weasley
Parvati Patil
Draco Malfoy
Lillian Jewels

Hufflepuff:
Hannah Abbott
Susan Bones
Justin Finch-Fletchley
Wayne Hopkins
Gregory Goyle
Vincent Crabbe
Earnest Macmillan
Neville Longbottom

Ravenclaw:
Padma Patil
Anthony Goldstein
Michael Corner
Terry Boot
Sue Li
Lisa Turpin
Mandy Brocklehurst

There were several eyes raised at the additions to Hufflepuff, everyone that knew about the Malfoy family, including the family themselves, thought that both Crabbe and Goyle, as they were simply referred to as, would be joining Draco Malfoy at the Slytherin table. It was obvious that there were several people that were shocked when they heard Draco was placed in Gryffindor, the boy himself was so shocked that his entire body was frozen on the seat and Leonidas had to tell the professor that he had gone into shock.

It was a tad overdramatic.

Afterwards the other students were sorted without any issues, everyone went where they had originally thought that they were destined to go and Harry was happy that Leonidas was doing the job that he was intended to do, though he knew that he'd need to speak with the hat about the other infractions that the headmaster had made over the years, and headmasters/mistresses in the past have.

Once the last person was sorted Professor McGonagall levitated the seat that Leonidas had been sitting on and placed it beside the head table, his job done and after the feast he would return to the headmaster's office unneeded until the next sorting.

Once that was done Dumbledore stood and looked over the crowed, though Harry noticed that his gaze had lingered on him for a moment, he double checked that his Occlumency shields were active and were protecting his mind.

"Welcome students, to a new year at Hogwarts, and a warm welcome to all students that are joining us for the beginning of the education. There is a time for speeches, but that's not now. So before the banquet I would like to say a few words, and here they are. Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you."

Harry rolled his eyes. "He must be mad."

Clearly this wasn't the best thing to say as several eyes turned to him.

"He's not mad!" Terry Boot stated vehemently. "He's the greatest wizard in the world-"

Harry's scoff took him off guard.

"He may be the 'greatest wizard' but there are more powerful people in the world than him, there are several people I know that could qualify as 'the greatest' in their fields." Harry said as he placed a potato on his plate.

"Though someone is called 'The greatest' does not mean that he is, in fact, the greatest. I have met several spell slingers that have performed amazing feats with something that we would consider basic."

Some students had started listening to Harry as he spoke.

"What's a spell slinger?" Michael Corner asked.

"Someone that is able to perform magic but do not qualify as a wizard or anything higher than that." Harry supplied.

"What do you mean?" a second year student asked.

Harry looked at his housemates, he sighed.

"I will explain it in the common room later, there are several topics that we will all find interesting when we discuss it with our head of house." Harry sighed "Though there are several things that I'd like to know about the British Magical world, I haven't been in England for a while, much less the Magical part of it."

With that the rest of the feast was filled with questions from the first year students, questions asked from them and asked of them, though it was mostly directed at Harry, the question of his attire was something that occurred several times during said questioning.


After the feast had concluded and all the food had vanished Dumbledore stood once more and silence fell throughout the hall.

"Welcome students, to another year at our prestigious school, there are a few announcements for students new and old. Mr Filch, would kindly like to remind all students that magic is not to be used in the hallways, and the list of forbidden items can be found on the door outside his office.

"The third floor, on the left side of the stairs, is off limits to all students that do not wish to die a most painful death."

Harry blinked at the statement, was he really saying something like that in a moment where every student is present and the older students, who had a relatively quiet few years before the current first years, would now be interested in searching. He was really going to make his move from the shadows, perhaps talking to Blaise and Tonks would be the best way to go, as a start anyway.

Tonks was a senior student and would know more about the school whereas Blaise had contacts within the school houses, through his family anyway, and would be able to get in contact with them and have them pass along information that he would be able to give him.

"Now I think that's everything, so off to bed, Pip Pip." The headmaster nodded before taking his leave. The prefects gathered their first year charges and lead them out of the Hall. The Gryffindor and Slytherin students were the first houses to exit the hall, both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff giving the two houses the extra time they needed to glare and sneer at each other as they exited.

Prefect Carlton and Prefect Jennings, fifth year boy and girl respectively, lead the students out of the hall behind the Hufflepuff students, mostly because the Hufflepuff's weren't going to be climbing as many steps as the Ravenclaw students were. The Hufflepuff Common room seemed to be located somewhere on the first floor, where the Great hall was located on what could be considered the ground floor. The Slytherin common room seemed to be somewhere on the lower levels, in the dungeon. Gryffindor were located on the fourth floor. Finally, Ravenclaw was located on the Sixth floor, but they were lead to a small passage on the second floor that took them to the sixth floor, a few moments' walk from the Ravenclaw entrance.

"…The entrance to the dorms are somewhat different from the other houses. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin use passwords, commonly having to do with something their house respects or admires, no one other than a Hufflepuff would know about how to enter their dorm, but it has been hinted at the fact it's not a verbal password." Prefect Carlton informed the first year students.

"Even our entrance is different, we do have a password that will allow you to enter but the main method of entry is commonly a riddle or puzzle of some sort, it helps to keep your mind working and to get you thinking." Prefect Jennings finished as they stopped before an ornate door with a metal raven symbol on the front.

"Won't the other houses realize where our dorm is because of the door?" One of the first years asked.

"The door is charmed so that only students that belong to Ravenclaw can see the doorway, though it has been spelled to allow the teachers to see it too." Carlton answered.

Jennings knocked on the door, activating the enchantments and the Raven's head moved to look at the prefect.

"I am flora, not fauna,
I am foliage, not trees,
I am shrubbery, not grass,

What am I?"

The Raven asked, the prefects looked at the students that seemed to be thinking of the riddle.

"I am bush." Harry answered.

Before the doorway opened Harry spoke once more

"Mr Brown was killed on Sunday afternoon.
The wife said she was reading a book.
The butler said he was taking a shower.
The chef said he was making breakfast.
The maid said she was folding clothes,
and the gardener said he was planting tomatoes.

Who did it?"

The prefects stopped and looked at each other and the Raven on the door. It seemed as if the Raven was attempting to answer the riddle himself, since it seemed to be silently speaking, going over the riddle to determine the answer.

It took a moment, then blinked.

The Raven looked at Harry and replied. "The Chef. Mr Brown was killed in the afternoon and he said he was making breakfast."

Harry nodded "Correct."

The raven returned to its original position as the door swung open.

Carlton was shocked, Jennings just smirked and shook her head.

"Kid you're a weird one aren't ya?" she said.

Harry stopped as he was about to follow his fellow first years into the room and looked at the female prefect.

"How do you know you're normal and I'm not?" He countered before walking into the common room, he could hear Jennings laughter. He was going to like the female prefect, he could tell.

Inside the common room Harry was greeted with the sight of Blue and bronze, with dark wooden furniture throughout the room. Bookshelves lined the perimeter of the common room with tables and chairs spread throughout, obviously for students to use whilst studying. The carpet, Harry couldn't be sure but had heard, was charmed to allow students to be able to sit anywhere they wished whilst they studied and would be comfortable whilst doing so.

He noted that there was an alcove carved into the two windows that stood on either side of the wall across from the entrance, they both seemed to have enough room for one person comfortably, or two if they were cosy, and thanks to Balthazar he knew exactly what cosy looked like in that case.

Their head of house was present and waiting for the first year students, Professor Flitwick, as Jennings had mentioned during the walk, was talking to one of the other students when they arrived.

The head of house looked at the door and gave a brief nod, showing that he'd talk to them in a moment.

For some reason Harry got a warm feeling spreading through his body as he looked around the common room. Not that it was an odd feeling but it was different enough for him to dwell on.

"Welcome new members of Ravenclaw."

Harry was pulled from his thoughts when his head of house started speaking.

"First things first, I would like to say that I am overjoyed to see you all as new additions to the house of Creativity, Learning, wit and Intelligence. I am Filius Flitwick, your head of house, Charms professor and, at a time, a professional duelling champion." He introduced himself.

"I will be in charge of you for the next seven years of your schooling, so if there are ever any questions that you would like answered in regards to the school, students, classes or careers, or something else, you are more than welcome to talk to me." He smiled.

"If you will look around the room you will notice that there are a large collection of books, these books are there for your use, they are not to be horded and kept from other students, as they are for all students to use as they need. You will also find some books here that you may not find within the library, but as the books within the library are vastly more numerous there may be other copies of them.

"Boys dorms are on the left side of the common room and girls will find theirs on the right side of the staircase, there is a door that is linked to my office just below the stairs so if you ever have need of me then you will be able to find me easily.

"Are there any questions?" He finished.

A few students had questions that the half-goblin professor was able to answer, others that he could not.

One question was about why Harry was sorted before anyone else and why he was specifically mentioned by the sorting hat.

Harry spoke, saving the professor from having to answer.

"That is because, Mr. Goldstein, I am not just here as a regular student. I also am not a wizard, in the sense you are accustomed to." He informed his fellow first year.

"What do you mean 'not a wizard'?" came an older student's voice.

Harry rolled his eyes at the interruption.

"This is what I was afraid of." Harry sighed.

"I'll attempt to keep this quick and simple for everyone, since I want to sleep tonight.

"Throughout the world there are many different types of magic, some think that they can organize the two within simple concepts, such as Light Magic and Dark Magic. People that attempt to label magic within such simple ideals are fools."

This got a gasp from all those that were listening.

"Magic cannot be either black or white, it is, as close as possible, countless shades of Grey, as my master described it. All magic can be used for either good or bad, either for someone or against someone. Just as there are different types of magic there are different type of magic users.

"It has been broken up into a few simpler terms but it isn't easily done, mostly because the world keeps evolving, well the world outside of England anyway." He stated the last part slightly quieter.

"The levels that this country uses are simple in and of themselves; there are Muggles, non-magical people.

"Squibs, People born with magic but are unable to actively use it.

"Witches and Wizards, People that can use magic actively.

"And Warlocks, people that can use powerful Magic, or Magic in ways that others cannot.

"This system is foolish, the rest of the world rank magic users in different ways;

"Non-Magical people, normal everyday human beings.

"Spell-Slingers, Which are basically squibs that are forced to find new ways of utilizing the magic that they were born with or that non-Magicals have somehow gained.

"Wizards and Witches, people born with the ability to actively use their magic with a magical foci.

"Warlock, someone that can perform magic with a magical Foci or without a magical foci.

"Now comes the difference;

"Mages, someone that is able to draw on the ambient magic throughout the world and utilize it in ways that others cannot. Mages also do not have a magical core the same as we do, most don't have one at all and only use ambient magic drawn through a powerful foci, such as a staff, or magical metals or gems.

"Sorcerers, someone that is able to draw on the mystical energies instead of magical ones, these alone can be separated into different branches, some being, shamans, soothsayers, Elementals, to a certain degree anyway, and illusionists. There are many more but these are commonly seen. This is also the label that I would fall under.

"Sorcerers, unlike other forms of magic users, do not need to be born within a magical family, Non-Magicals can also learn how to become sorcerers-"

Gasps were rampant again, as were several people shouting that it was impossible, that he was lying, others wanted to know more and some weren't able to speak, as they were stunned by the revelation.

Flitwick used a loud bang with his wand and drew the attention back to him.

"I know that this is a shock and we are only finding out portions of information from Mr. Hale, but please allow him to finish as this information is not something that I have heard of before and find quite fascinating."

With a brief nod Harry resumed.

"As I was saying, Non-Magical people are able to learn how to draw on the mystical energies around them to perform sorcery, Witches and Wizards are also able to learn how to do so, many of these witches and wizards I was privileged to meet.

"Though these witches and wizards are able to learn sorcery only some are able to achieve the higher levels of it, these people have been dubbed 'True sorcerers', which is a foolish name. They have a magical core and are the only beings above mage class, which have any form of magical core. But they lose their ability to utilize their magical core when they 'awaken', so to speak.

"Those that lose the ability to utilize a magical core become 'Lesser True Sorcerers' which are still more powerful than normal sorcerers, but nowhere near as strong as 'High True Sorcerers' which retain the ability to use a magical core." Harry concluded.

He looked around and saw that many older students were scribbling notes on what he was telling them, others simply listened to what he was saying, ensnared in the wisdom that he was revealing.

Then someone asked a question.

"Is there anything stronger than a 'Higher True Sorcerer'?" Harry's eyes locked onto Prefect Jennings, who had asked the question.

Harry nodded solemnly.

The air seemed to grow heavy around them.

"There are few beings within this world stronger than a True Sorcerer in their prime. These beings are more than likely as close to Gods as any mortal can become." Harry said, there was a notion of power within his voice.

"These beings are powerful, so much so that a single one of them can destroy the world if they are not stopped or trained properly. Which is why information on them have been closely guarded throughout all of existence.

"There is the Obscurial, which is where a witch or wizard has been forced to repress their magic to such levels that the magic within them becomes a power unto itself and are violent in nature."

"That's bullshit!" roared one of the elder seventh year students. "Obscurials are nothing more than legends used to scare children!"

Harry's eyes searched and found the seventh year student.

"How do we even know that you're even telling the truth, you could be putting it on and screwing with us all like some kind of dark wizard."

A deep growl rumbled from Harry's throat which caused several students to step back from him.

Flitwick was about to move when he saw Harry's shadow move. It extended away from his body, unnaturally against the light, it moved in front of him and all of Ravenclaw watched as a wolf emerged from the shadow, there were cries of shock. Some students went to draw their wands, but a powerful growl from the wolf froze them in fright.

"Erebus, that's enough." Harry stated and the wolf stopped walking but kept its eyes locked on the seventh year student.

"This is Erebus, named after the primordial of Darkness in Greek Mythology. As you can see he's been with me this whole time. He does not like it when I am threatened." Harry stated.

He began walking forward and dropped the Hogwarts robe that he was wearing over his battle tunic.

Harry's eyes did not leave the Seventh year students.

"You say that there are no such thing as an Obscurial? I say that you are wrong. It was documented that there was an Obscurial seen and destroyed in New York City, reported by the head of The American ministry the day that they arrested Gellert Grindelwald, the day that Macusa was almost exposed to the non-magical community, which would have broken the Statue of Secrecy."

Harry loosened the top half of his tunic.

"There was one also reported by Newt Scamander, who had encountered one in Sudan before he completed his book, in New York City, he was also the one that helped the Macusa Aurors to capture Grindelwald."

Harry pulled off the top of his tunic revealing his scared upper body.

There were shrieks and gasps.

Most of Harry's toned upper body was covered in scars.

"There was also one in Zurich last year, which is what caused these scars, killed a man that I regarded as my closest friend and left two of my masters in a coma, from which I fear they will never awaken, but do hope that I am wrong."

Harry stopped walking when he was directly in front of the seventh year student.

"Do you want to tell me that there are no such things as Obscurials again? Or will you just admit that I know what I am talking about?" Harry asked, though it did not sound like a question.

The scars on Harry's back shifted from the tell-tale white of scared tissue to a vibrant dark that was only shades lighter because of his tanned skin, all eyes were on Harry as the scars seemed to move throughout his torso. Flitwick, who was closer to Harry, bar the student he was staring dead in the eye, saw that the now blackened scars were moving and noticed that Harry's fists were clenched as to bare the pain instead of giving into it.

"That's what I thought." Harry voiced when he saw the older student nod in fear.

Harry fixed his tunic and was now wearing it properly. He offered a slight nod to Flitwick, both realizing that the other had something that they wished to discuss in private and without notifying the other students about. Without a word Harry turned away and walked towards where his dormitory was.

"Your things are in the third room on the left, Mr. Hale."

Harry didn't turn but voiced his thanks to the vertically challenged head of house, before making his way to the room he was informed was his.

He raised his eyebrow at the dark mahogany doors, mostly because of the bronze nameplates that were on the front of them with the individual's name in blue.

Seeing his name on the third door on the left, he opened the door and stepped inside, swiftly but quietly closing the door behind him.

When he heard the door click shut he allowed his pain to show.

He dropped to his knees and his breathing was haggard and deep, as if he'd been only using half his lung capacity the entire time, which, whilst his wound was acting up, he was.

Forcing himself over to his trunk Harry pulled open the fifth compartment as quick as he could, sending a few objects rattling. He pulled open various draws and finally downed the potion that he was looking for, it was a mix of a healing potion and a potionified stasis charm (he still hadn't been told how that was even possible) keyed to the Obscurial essence within his body.

After a minute had passed and the pain had subsided, and the scars had faded back to white, Harry sighed in relief. He was happy that he hadn't needed to share a room with anyone and thus they wouldn't reveal anything that they weren't supposed to know, though he hadn't realized that the last potion that he'd taken had worn off as soon as it did.

He frowned at the thought.

He was developing an immunity to the potion.

Something stronger was needed or he wouldn't have the three years that he'd originally been told he'd had left. If what he'd been told what would happen when he started to become immune to the potion was correct, it was unlikely that he'd even get to see the start of his second year.

He needed to inform the ancient one so that she could inform whomever created the potion that his immunity was beginning. Hopefully the potion crafter would have something strong enough to help him.

After putting away the few things that he'd knocked out of his trunk Harry heard a knock at the door.

"It's unlocked, I think." Harry called out in reply.

He turned to see his head of house.

"Professor." Harry nodded in greeting.

"Mr. Hale." He replied, his tone serious.

Harry sighed.

"I believe that you'd like an explanation, correct?" He stated, already knowing the answer.

The head of house nodded and conjured a chair for himself, Harry sighed again, and there was no way for him to avoid this, no matter how much he wanted to.

"Very well." Harry pulled out the chair from the desk and faced it towards the Half-goblin.

Then he began his story, explaining about the scars and about Erebus.

He told the professor about how Erebus was the reason why he'd first arrived at Kamar-Taj and how they'd taught him how to separate himself from the being that was Erebus, how they had crafted a golem that its soul was now connected to, physically, and how they were still connected.

He explained how he and his masters were called to Zurich and assisted in containing, and had hoped to save the young girl whom the obscurus had once been, before his best friend pulled him away from the battle, saving his life in exchange of his own, resulting in Harry only receiving a wound with a small essence of the Obscurial that was now within his body feeding on his very being and how his masters were in a coma because of the incident.

Flitwick asked about the wound, specifically if there was anything he, or any healer, could do. Harry shook his head and explained about the potion that he needed to take, the charms master was also confused about how they had potionified a spell, he then explained about why he, Harry, looked so sombre, which then lead to him having to explain about the fact that if the creatures essence was not removed from his body then it was going to consume his magical core and would then completely overwhelm him, thus freeing itself.

The head of house was extremely concerned about it, despite Harry's attempts to calm the professor down by telling him it wouldn't happen whist he was at the school and would have plenty of warning before it was too late.

It also didn't help when he mentioned that he had come to terms with how long he had left to live, either with or without receiving a stronger potion from his supplier. The head of house showed just how much he hated the idea when he had dragged the young student from his room, despite Harry's attempts to free himself, he now understood why goblins were feared warriors. He was being forcefully dragged through the common room and the hallways, by his head of house, who was only as tall as his chest.

The dragging did not stop until they arrived in the Hospital wing where Harry was forced to remain for several hours whilst the situation was explained, yet again, to Madam Pomfrey who put him through all medical diagnostic charms that she knew, and many that Harry personally thought were not strictly legal in nature, then insisted on calling the other heads of houses to inform them and get their opinions about what to do, as well as the Headmaster. Harry put his foot down at the mention of bringing in others.

"Poppy, as wonderful as it is to see you outside of Zurich, I am using MY authority as in all ways other than blood, bone and magic, I am one of the founding members of Hogwarts, through my regency of House Ravenclaw, to demand that this information stays between yourself, Poppy, as is required by Healer-Patient confidentiality, and yourself, Professor Flitwick, as a member of the school, thus under my, and the headmasters, instruction.

"I will also demand that you, and I will do the same, swear an oath on your magic that this information does not proceed to be spread out to anyone else without MY, or My Lady Ravenclaw's, express permission."

Harry's entire being screamed power and control.

Poppy was not happy that she hadn't been informed about the injuries that were plaguing her former patient, but she swore the oath as she was forced to. That did not mean she didn't tell the young man before her how displeased she was with him and his behaviour.

Flitwick swore the oath, but insisted that he and Madam Pomfrey both be in contact with his healers at Kamar-Taj, or where ever he was being treated, as to both offer their assistance and to request information about his illness.

They spent the next ten minutes writing out the oath so all parties were happy with it, though Harry was not happy about being forced to have regular check-ups at Madam Pomfrey's insistence. Once all were happy they swore the oath.

A few moments later saw Harry walking out of the Hospital wing with a note in his hand, in case a prefect crossed paths with him.


"How did you meet Mr. Hale Poppy?" Flitwick asked once Harry had walked out of the hospital wing.

The elderly matron sighed as she sat at her desk with her fellow staff member.

"I was working in Mungo's as I do every year over the holidays, assisting a friend of mine with a tricky patient when a call ran out for all available healers to assist in Zurich. Since what I was doing was not as important, I offered my services and arrived in Zurich.

"The hospital was filled with patients, there weren't enough beds and we had injured lining the halls waiting to be addressed and the staff were a mess from the sudden rush of patients. Three other Healers arrived at the same time I did, fortunately they were once students of mine so we fell into pace with each other rapidly.

"We sorted patients almost as fast as they came in. Sent the worst of them to the operating theatres where they'd be seen to as soon as the one before them were done, the lesser ones were looked over and either sent somewhere else or healed on the spot if possible.

"Shortly after the rush of patients slowed Mr Hale arrived with two other patients, he'd brought them himself. I swear Filius, if I didn't know how old he was at the time I could have mistaken him for a war veteran just by the look of his eyes. His presence drew all eyes, as did the heavy bleeding that he had. But he just walked right in and placed the two that came with him on stretchers and told the nearest healer their injuries, completely ignoring his own.

"Once they were handled he sat down on a chair and his demeanour completely changed, he had forced himself to be strong for them and since they were taken care of his strength was gone. I watched him stunned by the sudden change before I realized what had happened.

"I went over to him and started processing him, vanishing the blood and healing the smaller injuries so I would be able to see how hurt he was. He hadn't moved the entire time. The first words he spoke were to enquire about the two he brought with him." The Healer told the Head of house.

Filius was shocked to say the least.

His mind was spinning.

Pieces of the puzzle that was his student had started to fill in and for every piece he received he knew less than he had thought possible. The level of knowledge that he had displayed when they were in the common room was something few, if any, Witch or Wizard knew about.

The fact that he had an Elemental Dire Wolf hiding within his shadow, and knowingly brought him into the castle with him as a pet…or something more if what he had assumed was correct.

"What happened next?" He asked the healer.

She just shook her head.

"I don't know. The next day I was back in England and heard nothing about him since, after all he never gave me a name to ask about. I'll have to get into contact with the hospital in Zurich to request his file."

A short while later the two bid each other goodnight and went back to their respective chambers. Both with questions and thoughts that would bother the two late into the coming years, but both had a single goal that they now shared. To ensure they did everything that they could to assist Mr. Hale in prolonging his life as much as they could.


Harry woke to the dawning sun, dressed in his green tunic, and shrugged on the Hogwarts outer robe as it was the only item of clothing that he was able to wear with his tunic that didn't get in the way while also having his house logo and colours.

Looking at himself in the mirror he knew that there were going to be questions and he knew that any people, like the unnamed seventh year student from the night before would question everything that he would say and some may not back down like the Ravenclaw did.

He drew his wand and gripped it tight, he thought back to the teaching that he had received from Balthazar.

'Do not show people that you're afraid, Show them that you are stronger than that which you fear. Show them that you will face anything they can throw at you with your head held high…'

He looked down at his left hand where his ring resided.

The ring itself wasn't anything special, appearance wise anyway.

But its purpose was something much greater than most things he owned.

It was what would allow him to utilize his Merlinian magic, foolishly he had hoped that he was the so called 'Prime Merlinian' that Balthazar and Veronica had been searching for over the centuries, if not to allow them the chance to rest from their eternal quest, though he had also hoped to be able to learn to use his Merlinian Magicks without a ring.

'At least no one will be able to remove it from me without cutting off my finger.' He thought, attempting to reinforce his determination.

Sadly it didn't work.

Then he remembered something that he had thought to do in honour of his fathers, mothers and honorary uncles. James Potter, his sire or Biological Father, for lack of a better word since he was unable to raise him, Johnathan Hale, his adopted father, Lillian Potter nee Evans, his dam as he'd looked up, Jessabelle Hale nee Pierce, one of his two mothers, and Tsarina Leanne Le Faye Hale nee Strong, his other mother.

He really had a messed up Family tree.

While his Dad and moms never hid who his parents were from him Harry always felt that he had to earn the fact that he was their son, though Johnny, Jess and Tess always told him that they would be proud if he was just himself and strived to do his very best at everything that he did. Which was what he did.

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to honour the traditions that the Potter family had started in the previous generation, and using the notebooks that all his parents had kept whilst they were at school, though his different parents were in different years and never really interacted with each other, would help him to do so.

Smirking at what he was going to do Harry walked over to his trunk and opened the Seventh compartment of his trunk, the apartment compartment, he always chuckled at the name for some foolish reason, and walked over to where he kept the notebooks from his parents, they were only copies as he didn't want to risk the originals being stolen or damaged in some way.

He found the crimson and gold notebook that he was looking for and opened the cover revealing an innocent front page;

The personal Journal of
James Charlus Potter
Heir to the Ancient and Most Noble house of Potter

He touched his wand to the journal and spoke the password required to unveil the secrets that the journal held, something that he'd come across in Lilly Potter's grimoire that she had kept in the attic of the Dursley home in Surrey when he had visited, after reading the letters that were left for him by the Potter Family Goblin.

He had shaken his head when he realized all the secrets that his parents had kept from their friends and how far they had gone to ensure that there was something, no matter how small, for him should they have perished in the war. He was happy that they had done so but wished that it was unnecessary.

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good." He incanted.

Within a moment the words on the front page of the Journal changed to reveal;

The personal Journal of
Messiers. Padfoot, Prongs, Moody and Wormtail
With the assistance of Vixen.
All of whom are proud to present

The Marauders grimoire of mischief and mayhem.

Harry smiled at the names, though he wanted nothing more than to remove any trace of Wormtail from his parent's legacy once he had discovered everything that the pathetic rat had done to his family.

Harry touched his wand to the back of the main cover, he had been told in a letter that there was a second password needed to access all the secret information that the five had acquired whilst they were attending school. Most of the information that they had kept hidden was mostly so that anyone that found the trove of spells and incantations wouldn't be able to use them at their full potential.

The spells would still work, only to a lesser degree and wouldn't be as powerful or efficient as they were supposed to be.

"The Legacy of the Marauders lives on in the second generation, I speak as Loki."

Harry had decided to use the name of the Norse god as his Marauder persona, which would allow him to add to the grimoire when he made his own spells. He had chosen to do so because of the information that he would be able to utilise within the book would truly allow him to step into the persona of a god of mischief.

A single line of elegant handwriting appeared on the back of the cover where his wand touched.

Welcome back
Loki

Harry flipped through the pages of the book and found the information that he was looking for.

A simple annunciation prank that Prongs and Moony had decided to use against Padfoot in their fifth year.

The spell would take the words written on a parchment and then they would appear above the air in the great hall, or any large open area that the caster used it in. The best part of the spell was that the words that appeared would be vocalized, it was done that way as to draw everyone's attention to the floating words.

Going over everything that he needed for the spell.

The parchment with the words to appear in the Hall? Check.
The spell incantation practiced and able to be performed silently? Check.
The items that he would be placing on the table in front of the teachers;
Letter of apology for Snape? Check. Double Check.
Bottle of Catnip and crème liquor for McGonagall? Check.
With the tag with an image of Prongs' antlers? Check and done in crimson and gold.
Dumbledore's special present? Triple check.

Gathering everything that he needed Harry slipped them all into the expanded pockets of his robe. He whispered the incantation to hide the Marauders works "Mischief Managed." Which would also lock his access as Loki until he spoke the secondary incantation.

He replaced the book back on the shelf and looked at the clock that rested on the wall.

He had an hour before Breakfast would be served, perfect. He wandlessly summoned a small book that he had been reading the day before, To Kill a Mockingbird, and made his way into the common room where he would be able to speak with a few of the older students should they have anything that they wished to ask him, which he knew they would.


Exiting his trunk and ensuring that it was locked, Harry walked out of his room, placing a small alert ward on the door so he would know if someone attempted to access his room whilst he was gone, and made his way into the common room.

He took a comfortable seat by the fire place, which was crackling softly warming the common room in the frigid Scottish morning. After half an hour several fifth year students were the first to enter the common room, talking about everything that had happened yesterday.

"…Scars covering his body man." He heard one of the fifth years say, his tone was remorseful. As if he was feeling sorry for him.

"What I want to know is why they changed colours." Another said, curious.

"Maybe it was a curse?" said a third.

"He said he got it when he fought an Obscur- what was it called again?" Asked the first student.

Harry closed his book and answered the student.

"Obscurial. O-b-s-c-u-r-i-a-l."

Three heads snapped around to see Harry rise from the chair by the fire.

"And I was not cursed, at least not completely. The only curse I have is how hard it is to make my hair look nice when it's short, most of the time it looks like a birds nest, and not in the nice way." He joked.

He got a dry chuckle in reply.

Thinking back on all the attempts his father had listed in his journals about taming the 'Potter Hair'.

"Are Obscurials the only things you were going to mention last night? Or was there something else that was 'Made of magic' as you put it."' The other student asked.

Harry nodded as he sat in a chair with the other students.

"Yes, there was another being I was going to mention but we got a little caught up with everything about Obscurials, but before I mention that. Allow me to introduce myself." He extended a hand "Hadrian Hale, Proxy for Lady Ravenclaw in all matters that pertain to her."

The three student's eyes went wide when they heard this.

"Yes, yes. I know. It's a large shock and surprise, but I don't really care about that right now." Harry waved them off "I'm more interested in this conversation we're having now."

Harry learnt the names of the three elder raven claw students. Jessica Chalmers, Adrian Carrington and Laurence Letting. They had been friends ever since they had been sorted into Ravenclaw, Jessica being a Muggleborns, knew nothing of the magical world, while Laurance was a half-blood that had learnt a few things from his father before he passed away and Adrian was a pureblood who was able to fill in the blanks for the two of them.

The four talked about the history of the three briefly to sate Harry's curiosity before he started to touch on Magi's for them.

"A Magi, is someone, in the simplest of ways, is a being made from magic when there is something irrevocably wrong with the balance of magic itself. As I said yesterday about their being countless shades of grey-"he stopped and waited for their nods. "Well when some of those shades of grey start changing to either white or black and magic can't keep them grey any longer, after she has done everything that she can to fix it, she's forced to go to extremes and that's creating a magi.

"That doesn't mean that a magi has to be good or bad, light or dark, or even human for that matter. They are just the embodiment of the opposite of whatever's out of balance. Their sole purpose is to fix the balance, how they do it doesn't matter to magic, just that the balance is restored is all that matters to her.

"So if the element of fire was becoming dark, black, out of its normal balance, then the magi that would be created would more than likely be to do with the element of water in the 'White' to balance and counter the black fire."

Harry looked at them.

They didn't seem to get it, at least he didn't think that they did. They just seemed to be deep in thought.

"Ok, so if a magi of healing went white instead of staying grey…?" Jessica let her question hang.

"Well, the terms itself are a little more complicated than the larger branches of magic, there are countless forms of magic, known and unknown to all beings in existence. You could imagine every single spell ever thought of, every use of magic, known, unknown, forgotten, forbidden, locked away, etc. As a thread linked to another thread and another, endlessly.

"Making one large blanket that we call magic then dividing each portion of that blanket into branches of magic then into smaller branches then breaking them even smaller. You still wouldn't know the true amount of magic that exists."

A low whistle was let out behind him, Harry turned to see that a small group of his housemates had arrived in the common room and had heard some of his impromptu lecture.

"That's a… heavy way to look at magic." The young Asian girl that let out the whistle stated.

Harry just smirked. "Just because the path is difficult does that not make the water more filling?"

Without waiting for an answer he gave a slight nod to the three students he had been talking to and made his way to breakfast. He couldn't wait for the prank to begin.


Harry was sitting amongst the other first year students, many of them and the older students as well, were looking at Harry, talking about his scars or the numerous things that he'd brought up when they had been listening to their head of house give his customary first year's speech.

He didn't mind the staring, much. He was used to seeing much more when he was travelling around with Veronica and Balthazar, since they had commonly allowed Erebus to walk around with them whilst they were in magical communities or in private training areas that they erected when they were having their lessons.

Harry pushed everything out of his mind and reached under the table, with a flick of his hand his wand was in his grasp with the parchment in his lap ready to begin the welcoming day fireworks, so to speak.

Muttering the incantation under his breath as to not alert anyone, he allowed a small smirk to appear on his face, which was seen, unknown to him by Susan and Hannah on the Hufflepuff table. He shifted in his seat and grinned when he saw that the corner of the parchment was singed and he knew that the spell had worked.

Quickly slipping his wand back into the holster Harry crumpled up the parchment and carefully tossed it down the walkway where someone wouldn't notice it until it was time for it to go off.

He went back to his breakfast and looked around. He saw several interesting people around the hall, some seemed to be looking around for friends, and others were looking at books, clearly getting in some early morning studying before their senior classes.

Before he was able to look around more a small cloud of smoke filled the area around the Slytherin third years, it would seem that someone had kicked the paper further down than Harry had intended for it to go. He didn't mind, he didn't need to be anywhere near it after he had cast the spell but he knew that if it was closer to him then it could have been linked to him fairly easily.

"Whoever is doing this will stop immediately and present themselves to me for punishment." Snape commanded.

Before another teacher was able to say anything the small parchment had shot into the air and exploded into sparks, like fireworks. Everyone watched the sparks, they were all distracted as Harry moved on to stage two. He used a small banishing charm that he and Veronica had worked countlessly on him mastering windlessly, before he had first held a wand. The letter from James and Lilly appeared next to Snape's goblet, another onto Flitwick's empty plate, he had just arrived and not had a chance to begin his meal, the large folder appeared on Dumbledore's lap and the bottle of catnip appeared on Professor McGonagall's neck, held in place with a crimson and gold chain, and the bottle of crème liquor on the table next to the goblet.

Once everything was in place Harry focussed on the show like the rest of the students.

The words had just finished writing themselves out when he'd looked back.

"The Marauders would like to announce the second generation has arrived at Hogwarts,
We name them as our heir's and look forward to see what mischief they manage,
Be warned Hogwarts,
Loki, has announced his arrival and mischief has begun.
"

The words boomed out through the hall, Harry was happy to hear the voices of James, Lilly, Remus and Sirius, with the district lack of Peter's voice in the mix, that was a lucky piece of charm work that Lily had been able to make, the addition or subtraction, as she put it, of a voice on an announcement charm.

Once the show had faded and a loud applause had roared through the hall, mostly from the Gryffindor table, mostly from two red haired twins, and their love of pranks.

Harry looked at the Staff table and saw that Snape and seen his letter but hadn't opened it, he was looking around searching for whomever had put the letter there, or whoever was 'Loki', Harry couldn't tell.

Flitwick had torn open his letter and was dabbing at his eyes with his napkin.

Dumbledore was looking at the large envelope in confusion but hadn't opened it, seemingly knowing that it wasn't a good idea to open something like this in public.

Minerva, on the other hand, was crying her eyes out with a sad but joyous smile present for all to see. Poppy was rubbing her back, attempting to comfort her friend and schoolmate, she also had a sad smile on her face. She knew of the love that she had held for the marauders, especially James and Sirius, as well as her affections for Lilly. So when she saw the bottle of liquor and catnip she knew that she was going to be very emotional, especially when she saw the antlers on the bottle. Both women knew, somehow, Harry Potter had just pranked Hogwarts.