AN: now we are getting to some meat. I am going to start off with a bit of backstory then dig in.

So I am getting a lot of comments asking why Harry isn't a bearer. You have to understand this is something that is much overused and I want to break free from that box. I want to show people there is another way to do Harry. In this fic he will be dominant with some and submissive with others. He is going to be Just Harry. I also got the comments that everyone is taller than Harry. A. Harry was mistreated and malnourished for YEARS that affects the body. Also Most of the people at this school are magical creatures which mean they are different than humans. Sylark for example is a very unique individual and he is 'tall' for a reason his illusion forces it that way. If you notice Kai is actually TINY he is less than five feet. Also Kai only looks like a 17 year old. He is very unique and you will find out why later.

To seizansha: to answer your question yes there will be people closer to his age. But Harry is such a mature person that anyone at his exact age might be too childish but we will see. I will always consider everything. And I liked your idea about what creature Harry should get for his caretaker but then I found the perfect one. But without you I never would have found it. Love dove!

Chapter Nine

The next morning Harry looked around him and gave a long sigh. He really needed to go shopping. Glancing at his schedule he had taped to his door he frowned, "Armed combat, Potions, and Spell crafting." he could go shopping right after Spell Crafting. If he wasn't too tired.

Smiling he grabbed a pair of black dragon hide and deep gold button up shirt. Folding them carefully he slipped them into his book bag and donned his light armor. The basilisk hide was more flexible than he expected the dark green material clung to his form surprisingly well it was easy to attach the harness to his chest. Strapping on Aundar he smiled strapping on his wand next then the belt with the chain scythe. Wrapping his cloak around his shoulders he walked out into his waiting area and saw the twins sitting at his coffee table.

"How the hell did you two get in here?"

Jet smiled at him, "You forgot to ward your door last night."

Jasper nodded, "You're lucky it was us who found out and not one of the vampires."

Grumbling Harry grabbed his bag with his spare clothes and books before heading out the door, "Well come on!"

He didn't bother looking back as the twins followed him out of the room and toward the gym, "so what do you have this morning class wise?"

Jet shrugged, "Armed combat, all first years who select it take it together. And since it is one of the mandatory classes, it will be a large class."

Harry nodded, "This will prove to be interesting then"

The twins came up behind him and patted him on the back. The three entered the classroom to see several people already there. The teacher who Harry had already met was standing up on a raised platform. He was tall and built with short brown hair and glowing yellow eyes. He was everything you would think of when you heard werewolf. In his hand he gripped a large bastard sword the tip resting on the ground as his hand grasped the pommel.

He looked around, "Alright brats line up, I am Argon, and you will refer to me as Teacher or Master."

Harry joined Rhylarn and Justin the twins at his heels.

The teacher stepped forward and swung the sword up with a single hand to rest on his shoulder, "I am not going to go easy on you, No matter your race, age, or experience. However before we begin I need to know where we stand."

Taking a step forward he continued, "Step forward if you have had actual combat experience with a weapon."

Harry thought a moment and chose to stay back, fighting the basilisk wasn't really combat experience, and it was dumb luck. He looked and saw most of the weres step forward and few others. The teacher sighed and ushered them back, "So not many of you it seems. Now who here already owns an echo soul weapon?"

This time Harry was able to step forward and part of him was amused to see Justin and the twins still hanging back. The teacher nodded, "Those with an echo soul please split up and pull out your echo soul weapon. Today you are to bond with your weapons, name them, and practice on releasing and sealing them wordlessly. For those of you who do not have an echo soul based weapon you will be meeting with this gentleman here.

He used his left hand to gesture and the door opened to reveal the tall draconian with bright blue wings and deep black hair tied into a tight braid. He waved at them all and gave Harry a small wink, "Hello everyone I am Connor some of you I have seen before others are new faces to me, Will those who still need their weapon please come join me"

Harry broke off from the group and went over to a separate section sitting down with his weapon he frowned as he laid his weapon across his lap. Hearing a clearing of the throat he looked up to see the teacher taking a seat in front of him, "Mr. Potter, if I may can I see your selected weapon."

Harry handed over the weapon and the werewolf took time running his hands over the polished handle till it reached the etching of the snake, "This is no normal echo soul. And a staff is quite an interesting pick for a human who is already at a disadvantage."

He tried not to laugh and quickly coughed to cover it, "The snake is actually Emrys he is a silver cobra. They have the ability to meld with an object permanently. He and Aundar bonded quickly. Also it is not a staff; this is its sealed form"

Argon handed it back to him, "If you have named it and bonded with it then release it. I want to see the weapon in its truest form"

Nodding he looked down at the weapon and hissed, "Let's Play"

The curved blade slid out the snake shifting to wrap around the base of the blade.

"A scythe. How unique. You do know you will need to build up muscle to wield this properly. Now tell me, what does Emrys do now that he is bonded to your weapon?"

"As far as I understood he gives the blade a poisoned effect. Also he can separate and strike at those who attack me or try to grab him when not invited to."

Nodding the teacher looked at Harry, "When I called for people with battle experience to step forward, you did not do so. I know of your involvement in the war."

Harry looked away and scratched the back of his head, "You said with a weapon. I really don't have experience with one. I mean I used a sword once against a basilisk but that was not skill"

Nodding he clasped his hands, "I am going to level with you, you need to show more confidence in your abilities. You are surrounded by enemies, learn quickly and learn well."

"Yes sir"

Argon nodded before sighing, "Alright use the rest of the class releasing and sealing without speaking the commands. Also find out how you want to pursue in combat. I need to speak with everyone on their weapons. The only way to know a person's style is speaking with them."

The teacher left and harry spent the rest of the class practicing his sealing and releasing without speaking. It was harder then he thought but in time he found the key. You had to project the thought to the weapon, make it believe that you need it.

Standing at the end of the class he walked out of the gym and sighed, so there had been no point in dressing in combat gear or bringing spare clothes. Shaking his head he headed down two floors toward the large potion lab stepping in he smiled at the familiar atmosphere and immediately took a seat at one of the tables noticing his name was etched into a bronze plaque. Already cauldrons where set up and ingredients set out on the table along with a pen and piece of parchment. In the front of the class was a small woman with grey blonde hair tied into a top knot. She was older her lines etched in aged laughing lines. On her wrist was a wand. She was a witch, completely human. He could almost feel her age weighing on her frail shoulders.

She gave a warm smile as the last of the students filed in before she spoke her voice soft yet managed to carry through the room, "Welcome to advanced potions I am Professor Rebecca Todd. Today I have placed the 15 random ingredients on your individual tables you now sit at. As you can see you have an assigned seat. This is so that we may do long term potions without the risk of tampering. When you sat down the table linked your magic to it. Only you may sit there and work on the potion."

She reached behind her and pulled out a black silk bag with a golden string, "In this bag are pieces of wood on these pieces are specific potions that you should know by this point. You will draw out your potion at random." She then pointed to a long shelf to the right of the class, on the shelf sat sealed crates with a single slot in the center, "your piece of wood will fit into the crate that holds the ingredients you will require for your potions."

Harry slowly raised his hand when she nodded at him he asked, "If the ingredients for our selected potions are in the crate then why are there additional ingredients on the table?"

She smiled, "that is an excellent question. The ingredients on your table are what you must identify and explain before you come up here and select a piece of wood. You will turn in your answers then grab your random piece of wood and begin your potion. Begin"

Harry clenched his teeth and picked up the first ingredient, it was a silvery liquid, unicorn blood. Picking up the next he sighed, bezoar, then gillyweed. Finishing off the ones that were common he came to the final three ingredients. The first was a dark red blood that was warm to the touch. He knew it was blood but he could not place exactly what type. The most likely choice was dragon's blood. Taking a chance he wrote it down and turned to the last two which were both the same white powder. Opening one of them he took a hesitant sniff and recoiled as he felt a sneeze build up. Closing it quickly he wrote down the answer and turned to the last ingredient. Lifting it he held it up to the light noticing a shimmering quality to it, Unicorn horn. Writing down the last answer he stood and dropped off the piece of paper before pulling one of the last three pieces of wood.

Flipping over the piece of wood he froze Mandrake Draught. Of all the potions he got to brew it was the one that haunted him from his second year. Sighing he retrieved his crate and popped it open. Setting aside his test ingredients he set out the new ones and quickly filled the potion with the correct amount of water before setting to work on the potion. He was able to get it set on its first simmer cycle when a soft bell went off and the teacher's voice spread through the room, "Alright class off to lunch leave your potions with a stasis charm and off you go."

Doing as he was instructed; Harry tapped the cauldron gently and stood collecting his bag and walking out of the door. His eyes were starting to hurt. Him and potion fumes never worked well together. Walking into the mess hall he paused and looked around, none of his friends where here yet. Frowning he shrugged and walked toward the food. Pulling down a plate he filled it with some lemon grilled fish and broccoli. Walking over to a random empty table he took a seat and pulled out his soul magic's book. Opening it to chapter two he began to read as he ate, taking in the written happily, when a shadow fell over the white pages.

"You're in my seat human"