Nope, still don't own Harry :(
By the time Yrrah reached the library, three quarters of the group's homework was done. Yrrah silently made his way over to where his first two friends were sitting. Hermione was reading notes and Neville was reading a book. The others were working on their Wizard Customs homework which the trio had completed during History of Magic.
"Don't you have something better to do?" asked Yrrah, dropping down next to Neville.
Neville sat up straight. "Merlin, Yrrah you almost gave me a heart attack." He panted, his hand resting on his heart.
"How did your talk go?" asked Hermione not looking up from the parchment she was reading notes on.
"Well I met the Minister of Magic and the Headmaster." Yrrah mussed. "I don't like either of them."
Susan quirked an eyebrow. "Why?"
"Both were too fascinated with ensuring they wouldn't lose any power and trying to find out who, and how powerful, my parents are." Said Yrrah. "I don't trust them, they are precisely what my parents warned me about."
"What?" asked Hannah.
Yrrah stayed silent for a moment wondering about the right way to describe them. "Power/fame seekers."
"Well, you just summed up our Minister." Groaned Neville. "My grandma isn't a fan."
"Neither is my aunty." Said Susan. "The words she used to describe them…" she shuddered.
"Well enough about the power seekers, is everyone done with their homework?" Hermione asked. "We could start with revising the fifth page of the History lesson."
"I went through your notes Yrrah, most of it comes directly from the book. I highlighted the parts that I didn't find in the first chapter."
"How do you actually manage to take notes and not fall asleep?" asked Hannah while shaking her head in disbelief.
"Yrrah has this quill that takes notes when a teacher talks." Neville shrugged.
"Oh, my aunty uses them when they are in court." Said Susan, "That's actually a great idea. I'm going to owl her for one tonight."
"Can you ask her to send one for me too?" Hermione asked excited. "I'll pay you back."
"Me too." Neville and Hannah said.
"Six quills it is then. I'll write to her before we go to sleep." promised Susan.
Once that was decided, the group swiftly got through their History revision and calling it a night.
"You know," mussed Hannah while she packed her books. "We'll probably be able to have weekends off if we continue like this. I mean, we almost always have our homework finished the same day we get it."
"That would be so great." Susan said with a small smile on her face. "I could continue with my favourite pastime on the weekends. Doing absolutely nothing!"
"Hard work will be rewarded." Said Hermione.
"See you at breakfast!" the friends said before splitting off in different directions. The Hufflepuffs heading off to the Owlery and trio to their common room.
Yrrah looked at his watch and then at Neville. "Well, we have two hours before curfew and I just remembered that I promised to look at your wand. Let's go to an abandoned classroom."
"Why do you wear wands multiple wands if you only use one?" wondered Hermione as they walked into an unused classroom.
Yrrah still hadn't shown his personal sleeping chambers to his friends or some of his more important and dangerous secrets. He was afraid that their shields weren't strong enough, so he kept hinting that learning to protect their minds was important. Neville and Hermione knew that some secrets would only be revealed once they had mastered Occlumency. Yrrah would randomly check their shields during the day, judging their strength. Normally it would take far longer to learn the mind skill but the potion helped a great deal with building a mental fort.
It seemed like today a few of those secrets would come out.
Yrrah put up temporarily privacy wards before answering. These wards were much stronger and harder to break but would only hold for an hour. Long enough to explain. "Sit down at the tables, I need you guys to thrust me. Can you?" both nodded. "Are your shields still holding up?" again they nodded. "Okay, what I'm going to tell you can't be repeated outside the safety of my wards. You know that I can't remember my biological parents, only what my grandfather has shown me from memories." Yrrah sat cross-legged on the table. "I was born during the war, just like you Neville, and a wizard named Tom Riddle tried to kill me but then somehow the killing curse didn't hit me, instead it turned back on Riddle."
"You survived the killing curse?" asked Hermione. "How?"
"Nobody really knows. There are theories that it may be linked to a prophecy but there is no proof to support them." Yrrah pushed his hair to the side showing the hidden lightning bolt scar. "When I was hit, I got this scar, I can't hide it with my powers nor can it be removed with any other magic. Tom Riddle didn't die but was pushed out of his body. My grandfather found me in the middle of a slaughter field. He took me home believing I was the focus on one or maybe two prophecies. The first one could be me or Harry Potter." With a little mind magic he let them hear his mother's voice reading the prophecy."
The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have the powers the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...
"We were both born when the seventh month died, I don't know when Potter's birthday is exactly though. The prophecy speaks of a Dark Lord, this could be Voldemort or Riddle. Riddle marked me with this scar." Pulling his blond/brown looks away he showed them the lightning bold formed scar again. "I can change my whole face but that scar will always stay there as a mark from that Dark Lord. But this prophecy is so vague anyone born in July could fit it."
"I could fit it too." Mumbled Neville. "I was born at the end of July, my parents defied the Death Eaters many times before they were injured badly beyond repair. In that attack I was also injured." Neville pulled his shirt off. A burn on his back appeared, shaped like a crown. "I was hit when I was fifteen maybe sixteen months old by an unknown wizard."
"Three children." Said Yrrah to himself. "And at least two are marked. I need to talk with my grandfather about this." He wondered if it was possible to steal the sorting head to talk with his family.
"What is the second one?" Hermione asked, her face serious and thoughtful. Yrrah closed his eyes, whispering the words along with his mother.
The one who'll have the power to end the dark will be born when the world needs him the most… Born in times of war… his power could end the dark… Heir of one of the original magic... raw magic will flow through his veins... but one pure of heart and mind will never abuse it… born to wear the crown of magic… he'll lead the magical world to a new empire… he'll possess magic so pure never seen before… dark and light will fight to control the ten magical powers in one child… But only if he follows his heart he'll be able to end the dark … with three chosen ones on his side he'll be creating a new world where light will rule or destroy magic forever… The one who'll have the power to end the dark will be born when the world needs him the most…
"Can you break it up for us? Explain what this means?" Neville asked.
"The one who'll have the power to end the dark will be born when the world needs him the most… Born in times of war… his power could end the dark…" recited Yrrah. "That means that the one the prophecy meant, a "him", will have the power to end some kind of darkness and since I was born during the wizarding war this could relate to me, but prophecies are open to interpretation. Someone could be born in Australia while there was a war in Europe, born in times of war isn't specific enough."
Hermione started pacing, starting to whisper the next line. "Heir of one of the original magic... raw magic will flow through his veins..."
"The original magic are the houses Pendragon, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Emrys." Said Neville. "You're a Pendragon but this too isn't that specific. We don't know the blood lines anymore. Some families claim to be descended from them but their blood isn't pure enough to lay a claim on the titles. They are still heirs though."
"But one pure of heart and mind will never abuse it… you're kind but there are other people with a pure heart." Offered Hermione. "Born to wear the crown of magic… you weren't born Grand Prince but adopted. Still you could be meant to wear the crown."
"He'll lead the magical world to a new empire… he'll possess magic so pure never seen before… future predictions, they don't mean anything yet." Yrrah said, still with his eyes closed. "But the next part shows it's me. Dark and light will fight to control the ten magical powers in one child…"
Hermione looked up. "Manipulating is common in daily life."
"But ten powers aren't." gasped Neville. "My gran told me about the magical powers. Every year two children are born somewhere on earth with one extra power. There are originally ten written down since the beginning of time but only six powers have been seen since the founders. If a child processes one power is born it's a huge honor for the family. Two powers in one family is unheard of. To have more than one power is impossible. Gran told me about this prophecy, just never the words. One child would be born one day with the ability to use all ten and he will save us all." He looked in awe at Yrrah. "No wonder you were hidden for so long. If anyone finds out…"
"What are these powers exactly?" asked Hermione.
"For starters I can use my magic without a wand." Yrrah shoved every desk to the wall, creating a place to safely use magic in. "Take any shape I want." With that he turned into Neville, then Dumbledore, Hedwig and back to his father's younger copy. "Speak Telepathically with anyone I want." Yrrah sent to his two friends minds. "I can make magical objects like wands. And there are more, you'll see them as you train with me. A real magician doesn't tell all his tricks."
"To have such gifts and such a burden." Hermione looked amazed. "I would hate and love to have a destiny like you."
The young prince looked down. "I hate my destiny, but it did save my life from the killing curse and it brought me to my family."
"Nobody can know Y." Neville whispered. "They would try to use you."
"We'll help you hide them." Said Hermione serious. "Just make sure to use your wand, they already know you can change your looks but it's blamed on another power and the objects could have been bought. We can do this. We'll train with you every day for when your fight with the dark comes. We'll train right now."
"Thank you for your support." Smiled Yrrah. "We'll definitely train, but first, Neville needs a new wand." The eleven year old took his trunk from his robes and enlarged it. Touching the middle part of the P, he whispered "Amor vincit Omnia" under his breath. The crests appeared.
"The original magic six." Said Neville in wonder. "But I don't know that one."
Yrrah smiled, tracing the elven crest. "From my teacher Dominic." The sound of a lock echoed through the room and the trunk opened. There were three drawers on top but Yrrah knew that spare ingredients were stored beneath them. "I want you both to take from each drawer one ingredient that feels right."
"Both of us?" Hermione cut in. "But I already have a wand."
"Which was pre made and has a trace." Said Yrrah. "This wand you'll be able to use everywhere, even in the muggle word with your parents, and it will be tuned to you. The new wand will be stronger. Here in England they only use wood and a main ingredient while I use a special binding technic from a third ingredient."
The two closed their eyes in concentration, picking up ingredients as they went. Yrrah's eyes widened in surprise.
"Something wrong?" asked Neville looking worried.
"… With three chosen ones on his side." Mumbled Yrrah. "I may have found two chosen ones. Nothing is sure, there are many chosen ones on this earth but it's rare to have two in the same class when they could be born anywhere on the world."
"How do you know we have powers?" Hermione asked.
Yrrah took the ingredients, "A custom made wand tells you a lot about a witch or wizard. Pre made wands are different because they never perfectly fit with their owners. Neville the wood you chose tells me you're best class will be herbology. The phoenix feather comes from the rare earth phoenix, promising you'll develop a magical power. You love to take long walks and enjoy the beauty of life. You're better off working than studying and are easily worried about your friends. You are always making sure they're alright. The binding of male Elven blood, means you'll be loyal to the ones you call friends and won't hesitate to ride into battle with them." Yrrah took Neville's hand and pricked his finger, letting a drop of blood fall on it. "To make the wand yours and make it worthless to others. Nobody but you and I can touch it without your permission or they will get a nasty burn. Me, because my magic will be mixing with the wand, and you because of the blood." Sending magic through the wood, bright light surrounded it and a wand appeared. Pulling a match from his pocket, he presented it to Neville, whose eyes grew wide when he touched the wood. "Try to transfigure it."
In one try the match was replaced by a needle. "Awesome! Magic flows so much easier through this one…"
"Now mine." Hermione said excited.
"Your choice was the wood matched with theory. As long as it is knowledge from books, you'll know the answer. You too had a phoenix feather but from an even rarer water phoenix, you too will develop a power. The feather also tells me that you're a good listener and would rather stay at home reading than creating havoc. You could lose yourself in your studies. You also chose Elven blood but from a female one. While it still means loyalty, you would rather solve a conflict with talking rather than with fighting, still if it means protecting your friends you wouldn't hesitate to participate in a battle." When Hermione's blood was added, Yrrah turned it into a wand.
Hermione felt the same warmth that had widened Neville's eyes. It was so much stronger than her other wand.
Searching through his normal trunk, he then presented his friends with wrist wand holders which could hold two wands in one. "Nobody can know about these wands, when somebody asks to see your wand, show them the other one. Keep this one a secret."
"We will." Hermione said. "You'll teach us how to protect ourselves with these?"
"If you want we can start right now." Yrrah pulled his wand. "Every morning we do the physical and mental aspect of training. How about working on the magical aspect in the evenings?" Yrrah showed them how to do the Expelliarmus, the disarming spell. They practiced on each other, trying to disarm the other of their school wand while using their phoenix wands.
"What are you three doing!" turning around they were faced with the tiny professor Flitwick.
"Yrrah had promised us to teach us how to protect ourselves, sir." Hermione said quickly. "We're not allowed to use magic in the halls so we found this classroom. We didn't think we would be breaking the rules if we were in a classroom."
With a wave of his wand the tables were back in place and he was looking at the three first years. "You shouldn't use such dangerous spells without supervision. It is almost curfew anyway." Flitwick calculating gaze watched as Yrrah shrunk his trunk and packed it back into his robes. "If you, any of you, want to learn a new spell, find a teacher or a NEWT-students willing to help or supervise you. Now off to bed."
"Yes sir." said Neville, as he pulled Yrrah with him out the door. Hermione followed them quickly after putting her wand in its holster.
"What will we do now?" asked the girl concerned.
"Train in our training room," Yrrah said softly. "I more worried about how Professor Flitwick found us, he shouldn't be in this hall, and the Ravenclaw dorm room is on the seventh floor and his class room and his quarters are in the Charms corridor on the third floor. He wouldn't have been near this class room without a reason."
"Maybe he came to visit some other professor?" offered Neville.
"No, there are no living quarters near here." Whispered Hermione. "At least not according to Hogwarts: A History."
"I think they are watching us." Said Yrrah. "I felt the wards fall only seconds before he stepped in. Black, I believe keeps close because of the Potters, the others may be controlled by Dumbledore."
Saturday was mostly filled with hiding in the library with Susan and Hannah. Sunday morning the trio sat down in the training room.
"This morning I wanted to find out which power your phoenix feather meant. However, if you guys find it more important to meditate…"
"NO!" they both shouted.
Yrrah sat down in meditation mode, followed by his two friends. "Hermione, have you ever read up about phoenixes?"
"Not really, should I?" Hermione asked nervous.
"I can tell you what you need to know." Reassured Yrrah. "There are different kinds of phoenixes in the world, the rarest are the Water, Earth, Fire, Air and Golden phoenix. Remember which feather you had?"
"I had an earth phoenix feather." Neville said.
Yrrah summoned two text books about phoenixes and opened one to the page about the earth phoenix and the other to the one about the water phoenix. Both started reading while Yrrah waited patiently.
"I think I know my gift." Said Hermione excited, "everything I read I somehow remember."
"Perfect memory." summoning another book, Yrrah handed it to her. "The mind as a library, by Rowena Ravenclaw. This is how I learned to control my gift. If you don't learn it now, you could get a mess of information in your head that only pops up when someone reminds you of it. If you sort the information piece by piece, you could have a library in your head. Than all you need to do is close your eyes and take the information you need."
"So unfair." Groaned Neville, "You guys could ace every test."
"Well, we could always send you the answers." Yrrah send telepathic.
"That's cheating." Huffed Hermione.
"A perfect memory isn't?" asked Yrrah one eyebrow raised.
"No because…" Hermione hesitated before saying. "Because we were born with it."
"We could create a mind link, I'm born with that ability." send Yrrah.
Hermione nodded. "That could come in handy when we need to talk without being overheard. I mean, what if I have questions about the prophecy or…" she winced as Yrrah set the mind link in place. Neville gasped as he was added to it.
"So now I can ask you the answers to a test?" Neville asked through the newly set connection.
"I'll think about it." Said Hermione hesitantly. "That is something I need to get used to. Nev, what's your power?"
Neville rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm not sure. It could be telepathy or wandless magic but I've never shown any potential for either one."
"One way to find out." Yrrah rose up and Neville followed. Hermione went to the sofa in the corner with her book while watching the two boys. "I didn't feel any telepathic abilities when I mind talked to you and wandless magic is the easiest to try. Hold your hands in a bowl shape and speak clearly saying LUMOS SOLUM."
"Lumoz Sollum." Neville repeated.
"No No No. Close your eyes and repeat after me. Lumos Solum." In Yrrah's hand a small orb of light appeared.
Neville took a calming breath. "Lumos Solum." A smaller orb appeared, it wasn't as strong as Yrrah's but it was there, and Yrrah was impressed by its power for a first time user. "I did it!"
Yrrah threw him a book. "Here, from one of the best wandless magic wielders there ever was." Yrrah patted his back. "If there was any doubt about your house, it should disappear with this."
The boy sat down next to Hermione with amazed eyes. Why use a wand when you have a hand? By Godric Gryffindor.
Satisfied that his friends were busy for the morning, the prince started to meditate. His friends had other things on their mind than silent meditation.
Monday morning when they arrived at breakfast Hermione and Neville weren't in need of a Pepper-up for once. After finishing her breakfast, Hermione looked around at the still empty hall. "We still have a few minutes to spare. What do we…" Hermione was cut off by two owls who landed in front of Yrrah, one with a newspaper, the other was Hedwig with a letter holding the Gringrotts Seal. Yrrah offered both owls some bacon as he opened the letter first.
Dear Yrrah,
I regret to say that we've had a leak in our department. Don't worry, the goblin in question has been punished for his deeds and sent to the lowest rank, dragon dung cleaner.
That being said, the goblin sold your status for a bag of gold. While at the ministry it was known you're legally a Pendragon from the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Pendragon, the goblin told the paper that you've taken on the position of Lord Pendragon and that you've become Grand Prince Yrrah Myrddin Arthur Pendragon. Heir to the throne.
The other titles are safe, the goblin didn't know about them.
We've stationed guards on the edges of the wards of Hogwarts. If the announcement in the morning paper gives you any trouble, jump to my office in Gringotts or flee towards the guards.
DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT fight your way out. Let them believe you're the defenceless little boy they believe you to be.
Write me tonight if you're safe. If I don't receive a message before morning tea, the goblin nation will come to your aid.
Ragnok, King of the Goblin nation
Yrrah turned pale while reading the letter.
"What's wrong?" asked Hermione worried.
He looked up to his friends. "You know the meeting with Dumbledore?" said Yrrah weakly. "It was about my intentions with my blood right and it has come out. In the newspaper."
Taking the Daily Prophet from the other owl he spread it open. A picture of him sitting in the halls of Gringotts waiting for Maeghen was next to a picture of him sitting on the swings next to Lily and one where he shook Lord Potters hand and turned to kiss Lily's hand.
"Yrrah is that you?" Hermione questioned.
With a short nod he confirmed her question as he read the front page.
Eleven year old claims title Lord Pendragon.
By Rita Skeeter
Last week young Yrrah Pendragon arrived at Hogwarts for his education. The eleven year old wizard had been noticed before in Gringotts with his caretaker, a maiden by the name of Maeghen.
A Goblin, who wished to stay anonymous, saw the two straight to the office of the leader of the Goblins, King Ragnok and informed me that something strange was going on. They stayed there for a few minutes before Ragnok hurried out to get a blood test to determine the claims of this young wizard.
In the meantime, this reporter had arrived on the scene.
After an hour, a young boy came out of the office and sat on the ground next to the door. As seen in the picture, young Yrrah has a strong resemblance to Godric Gryffindor. The anonymous goblin said it's believed that the young prince is descended from a love child between the daughter of King Arthur Pendragon and Lord Godric Gryffindor but this hasn't been confirmed.
When the bank business was done the maiden took Yrrah shopping for his school necessities before returning home to where they were staying at Godric's Hollow, the birth place of Godric Gryffindor and Harry Potter.
The young prince had arrived in England only accompanied by one guard and a nanny. His adoptive parents stayed in a secret location outside this country. Lord Pendragon spoke perfectly fluent English with the shopkeepers but spoke a foreign language with his caretaker, proving once again that the Lord hadn't been raised in England.
During his stay in Godric's Hollow, the young prince was seen talking to Lady Potter under privacy wards, he appeared to be on a first name basis with Lady Potter as he walked her home and apologised to Lord Potter for taking too much of the Lady's time. Hold your daughters close witches, this prince is a gentleman too.
Yesterday afternoon the anonymous Goblin received exciting news, which he passed on to this reporter. The young prince claimed the title of Lord Pendragon to protect himself and his parents. As a Lord, young Pendragon is able to make his own decisions and is able to leave Hogwarts on his own terms.
Yrrah Pendragon became Grand Prince Yrrah Myrddin Arthur Pendragon, Head of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Pendragon, Heir to the Throne of Magic, overnight.
From the prince himself, we haven't received a word, but after some questioning, Headmaster Dumbledore told the prophet that the young prince has been sorted into Gryffindor and the sorting hat had welcomed the Prince to Hogwarts, which has never been seen in history before.
According to Headmaster Dumbledore, Lord Pendragon looks like a polite boy and after one train ride had already became close friends with Neville Frank Longbottom, Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Longbottom and Hermione Jane Granger, a muggleborn. On their first day, the trio appear to have also become friends with Susan Amelia Bones, Heir to the Ancient and Noble House of Bones and Hannah Abbott, Scion of the Noble House of Abbott. The young Prince and his friends are showing much potential during their classes and are often seen in the library we are told. It seems that even three Gryffindor's can be secret Ravenclaws.
More information about the (Most) Noble and (Most) Ancient houses page 4-6
More information about Godric Hollow page 10
More information about Hogwarts page 11
Neville stared for a long time at the article before Hermione grabbed it and turned to page 4. "It states here that since the founders, the magical world has had a strong monarchy. Certain family's held the power to rule the wizard world similar to what the muggles did in the Middle Ages. Merlin, in welsh Myrddin Emrys, ruled together with King Arthur Pendragon, creating the Most Ancient and Most Noble Houses of Pendragon and Emrys.
Neville nodded. "I remember Black's class too Hermione." But the girl ignored him and continues on.
"It states here that you're the first of the royal six to claim a title in at least five hundred years." Hermione said in wonder. "You're not just a Prince, but the Crown Prince? And an actual Lord?" Yrrah nodded "Wow, one of my best friend is the Crown Prince. Wait until my mom hears this."
"Yrrah you know what this means?" Neville said excited.
"That I'm doomed?" groaned Yrrah, resting his head in his arms.
The great hall started to fill with students, when the morning post came in. A flood of owls landed on the Gryffindor table near Yrrah.
"I can't deal with this right now." Yrrah rose up, closely followed by Hermione and Neville.
"Well this at least explains the training. We knew you were a Prince but the Crown Prince as Lord Pendragon. No wonder." Hermione looked at Yrrah's grimace and quickly changed the subject, "Well now on to important things. We still have twenty-five minutes before class starts. Everyone ready?"
Yrrah held out his arm and let Hedwig gracefully land on it. They had left just in time to hear the whispers begin behind them.
The first thing Yrrah did was send of a letter to Ragnok that he survived breakfast and the people at Hogwarts already knew he was a Prince. Neville hinted that Goblins were able to intercept letters and Yrrah asked Ragnok if that could be done for him. He would of course pay the person going through his mail, but he could use someone to sort the important stuff from the fan and hate mail. Someone trustful, kind and loyal.
"Can you take this to Ragnok, girl?" Yrrah asked the white owl. Hedwig nibbled at his ear before flying of, they watched in silence until she had disappeared from their view.
Hermione broke the silence. "We should go to class."
"Yeah, I believe you're right." Yrrah rose up, offering a hand to his two friends to pull them up. "Just so you know, if you don't want to be my friend because of all this, I would understand." He said with a small voice.
"I'm harder to get rid of Y." Neville said with a shy smile. "Yes it's a shock but you'll need some true friends at your side. Besides, I want to look like you before I would consider dumping you. I mean look at those muscles."
Hermione nodded. "I'm muggleborn so I don't really know that much about the royal lines in this world. I couldn't care less who your parents are or how important you are. You're eleven, my age, you like to read, and find knowledge important. That's all I care about." She added.
"Thanks." Yrrah whispered.
The bushy haired girl put an arm through each boys' arms. With her in the middle, they walked towards their first class of their second week.
I want to thank everyone who reviewed, Followed and Favourite. I hope I answered every review.
There was one guest review I would like to answer, but since it was a guest review I couldn't...
:duh misunderstanding and miscommunication will be the biggest problem that harry will face.. _ why don't the founders and merlin help to solve or search the truth behind his kidnap case? with that, lily and james won't get a lot of hate from harry and harry hopefully will have a lot better personality..
not that i complain that this harry to ooc since this is a fanfiction, but i could say that this is too much for eleven year-old for acting like an adult.. though the founders did raise him as a prince ._.
*just a suggestion
The reason that the founders and Merlin didn't follow up to the kidnapping case was that Peter showed care and regret for turning Harry in (Merlin looked at the last memories). They believe that Peter was Harry's father.
Harry is acting more like an adult than a child because he has lived twenty years in Myth, training and learning. Hermione and Neville both were bullied by children and were more around adults than other children. Sometimes bullying makes you grow up faster.
Don't worry, later in the story they will find the joy in goofing around. Pranking Sirius, for example :)
Xxx Flora
