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{Parseltongue}

The trio continued to garner attention with their performance in classes the next day leaving the Ravenclaws slightly put out that three obviously intelligent students were earning so many points for another house; the house of the Ravens tried their best to match the points earned for Hufflepuff but was unable to do so since the trio seemed to find the curriculum to be easy and the teachers could not help but be impressed each time they called on the trio.

The Slytherins felt that the Peverell siblings were a prime example of good breeding and made sure to keep their interactions polite and befitting their stations. They wanted to be careful and keep themselves and their families on the good side of what was sure to be a powerful political family. Letters had already been sent home to parents advising them of the trios' entrance at Hogwarts and any impressions that had already been made.

Most of the attention from the Gryffindors came from the marauders. They continued to watch the interactions of the trio and their fellow year-mates and seemed also to be paying attention to the other houses more than usual. With the marauders watching their houses so closely, the students became pensive and would shoot suspicious glances at the boys. Peter was the only one of the group that was not bothered by the looks they were getting. The other three members of the group could not help but wonder just how they had missed these looks in the past; surely they had not been that oblivious.

On Wednesday morning the trio spent some quality time with each other during their free period. They had received an owl from the ministry while they were enjoying breakfast and had taken the package, still unopened, back to their common room. All three had noticed that Dumbledore had been watching them once they received the package and that he seemed disappointed that they did not open it at the table where he had a better chance of seeing what the ministry owl had delivered to the students. It was amazing to them that no one ever called the old man on his nosiness.

Once the common room had cleared out of most of the students in Hufflepuff house, Hermione had opened the feather light box to reveal a healthy stack of shrunken paperwork.

"This must be the laws that were passed with the votes from the Peverell seat." Hermione whispered, unhappy with the shrunken size of the stack. She had been hoping that the Peverell seat had not been used very much over the years but that did not seem to be the case. As Charlus Potter only gained the seat at Dumbledore's insistence, it was fairly astonishing just how much they had been used in such a short time.

Harry just sighed and took the papers out of the box. He sat them on the table before them and muttered the counter charm for the shrinking spell. The trio winced at the amount of paperwork that they would have to go through. Each one eventually took a law to review.

As they worked, they noticed that they would have to adjust the vote on most of the laws that had been passed using their seat. The vote change would not be enough to change the laws in most cases, but in quite a few cases, the vote had only passed by one or two votes, which should have never happened to begin with. The laws that should not have been passed by such a small margin were placed in a separate file to be brought before the Wizengamot for a revote. Draco would be keeping the ministry busy once he attended his first session.

"Ugh, this is ridiculous. Even with the Wizengamot the way it is now, there should be a margin of about five for a law to pass. None of these with one or two should have ever been put into practice." Draco tossed one law he had been reviewing onto the stack to have readdressed.

"I didn't think we would have to file reversals of vote for so many of these." Hermione was looking at a law in disgust. "This one the Peverell vote is down as in favor for it and pretty much allows for werewolves to be denied employment and requires them to register and tell prospective employers that they are afflicted. In the very next paragraph it states that any employer found to be employing a werewolf will be fined 50 Galleons. It looks like Dumbledore's entire group voted in favor of this crap." She winced as she laid the parchment down and rubbed her temples.

Harry gave her a commiserating look as he flipped through this own law. "Well, we were already aware that he was an arse. This just goes to show that he was more of an arse than we imagined, not to mention that he was not a pro-equality as he would have everyone think."

Draco sighed. "We will be going through these for a few weeks. I didn't think that there would be so many."

"It's amazing how much damage he could do with just a few extra votes." Hermione picked up another law and winced at its title. 'SQUIB CONCERN PROTOCAL' she did not even want to read this one. It looks like all of the laws that he has supported look great on the surface, but are just awful if you bother reading it though. How many people voted for it just because he said that it was for his bloody greater good?"

"Thank Merlin that some of these will have go through a revote." Harry sighed. He hated paper work and this was paperwork from hell.

"The old buzzards are going to be in for a shock when session starts." Draco gave his siblings a smirk. "The letter accompanying this mess was from Bagnold. Apparently she has already issued all current voting seats to Gringotts for verification. She still fears fallout from our seat being held illegally. How much do you want to bet that our votes were not the only ones that were being used without a valid claim?"

"So not only are they going to have to revote on most of this shit, they are going to be losing some votes too. Oh Merlin, I cannot wait to see Dumbledore's face." Harry was smiling like a loon at the thought of the face that the Headmaster would make when he realized that he no longer had all his ill-gotten votes, including theirs.

After a few moments of laughter, the trio put away their papers and called Tippy to take everything back to the manor. They did not want to chance anyone finding any of their important papers.

The trio gathered their things and made their way to join the school for the second period of the day. All the seventh year students that were taking NEWT level DADA gathered for their first defense class of the year, which would be a mixed house class. Most of the students were excited as this was the most popular class in the school.

"This teacher was here last year, which is almost a record for this class." Sirius leaned over his desk to explain the excitement of the students to the triplets.

"A record?" Hermione asked in mock surprise. She knew very well the bad luck that had followed the position for years. Though she thought it less likely that the issue was a curse and much more likely that Dumbledore just wanted the students to be week in defense.

"The position is cursed or something. Most teachers only last a year, if that." James added.

The trio was again sitting in the back of the classroom. The Marauders had taken seats in front of them, and the Slytherins were sitting at the tables to their left. This was the only class where they did not invite anyone to join them at the table or split up among other students. There was an empty seat beside Draco and Hermione sat between her brothers as had become their habit.

"Good Morning class." The professor stood at the front of the class in black robes with his arms crossed across his chest. He was glaring out at the students in a poor attempt to intimidate the class. "For those of you who have not met me, I am Professor John Zypher. "This is your NEWT level Defense Against the Dark Arts Class. I expect you to be able to defend yourselves against attacks, both from a wizard or a creature, before you leave this classroom. If you are competent enough, you will do well on your NEWTs. It is likely that most of you will never progress past the ability to counter minor jinxes or hexes. Some of you, however, may be future Aurors or Unspeakables. Do your best in this class. You never know when it may save your life."

The trio was not very impressed with the teacher's speech. Professor Snape had been much more intimidating and could hold the students in thrall when he spoke.

"Today we are going to try and learn a spell that most adult witches and wizards are unable to cast during their lifetimes. I do not expect any of you to be able to achieve this, so I will offer anyone who is able to cast a fully corporeal Patronus charm one month free of homework assignments."

The trio rolled their eyes at the teachers attempt to talk down to the class while the class murmured in excitement at the thought of having a whole month free of homework. After a brief explanation of how to cast the charm, the trio watched as their fellow students repeatedly cast the charm. A few, like Snape, James, Remus, and surprisingly Bellatrix, were able to produce smoky wisps from the tips of their wands. The trio sat quietly and just watched the attempts of their classmates to produce a Patronus.

"Now, now." Their teacher had finally noticed that they were not attempting the charm after about half an hour of practice. When the teacher spoke, the class looked toward the students that had caught the teacher's attention to find the trio sitting calmly at their desk without their wands even in position for the spell. It was obvious to the other students that they had not even attempted to cast the spell yet. "You must make the attempt. You must try, even if you are incapable of casting the spell with success." Mr. Zypher said with a smirk.

All three had noticed that the teacher had not produced a Patronus, even for his class to see an example of a corporal Patronus. They rolled their eyes as they stood to take position behind their chairs, causing a few of the students keeping close eyes on the trio to raise their brows. The siblings had not been rude to any teachers before, and had clearly looked at the teacher with disdain.

The trio smirked in unison at the teacher, drew their wands, and with a "Expecto Patronum," softly spoken in unison, three fully formed, slightly golden, jaguars stalked out of the tips of their wands to roam around the room. The Patroni would stop and sniff the students they passed and would rub up against the furniture causing small golden sparks to emit from the point of contact which caused more than a few squeaks of surprise from the students.

Everyone stared at the Patroni that were walking around the room in awe. Mr. Zypher could be heard muttering, "Not possible…golden color…unheard of…prodigies." The class gasped as one the golden jaguars sniffed Bellatrix's hand before allowing her to pet it. Her eyes got wide as she actually touched the large jaguar before her; the small sparks were visible where her hand stroked the head of the large cat. When the cat moved away after butting against the black haired girl, she whispered "tingles," to the student beside her while staring at her hand in awe.

After a few minutes, the trio released the spell and their Patroni faded out of the silent room. Professor Zypher had to clear his throat a few times before he could speak. "Well done Peverell siblings, you are exempt from homework until October. The rest of you, provide me with two feet of parchment on the Patronus charm and what it can be used for in a defensive environment. You are dismissed." Peter was the last to leave and stood in the empty classroom staring at the empty doorway where the students had disappeared with a hateful look on his face.

The students left the classroom in a wave towards the great Hall. During lunch, the students that had witnessed the trio cast their Patronus forms, told all their classmates about the fully corporeal golden jaguars that had stalked the classroom and that Bellatrix had actually pet one like an overgrown house cat. Even the teachers could be seen at the head table sneaking glances at the three students that sat quietly at the Hufflepuff table. Professor Sprout was especially proud of her students and awarded 50 points to each of them for casting such a difficult spell since it had not been done in the classroom while Dumbledore gazed at the students over the top edge of his glasses with a twinkle in his eye while he stroked his beard.

Herbology went quickly for the students and then in Charms, the triplets again cast their Patronus for Professor Flitwick much to his excitement. They each earned 25 additional points for an advanced charm of great power performed as a demonstration for the class. The class then went on to learn about a commonly used cleaning charm for clothing. The trio quickly cast the spell for the excited Charms professor and then proceeded to help their classmates with the cleaning spell.

Sirius asked Hermione to help him with his wand motion but was too busy staring at her to pay attention to her instructions. Remus and James just laughed at him when she moved onto another student and told him that he had 'googly eyes.' It was the first time in a long time that Sirius had blushed over anything.

At dinner, their housemates were discussing the cleaning charm they had learned in Charms class when Professor Sprout came by the table. "Hello dears, everyone doing alright? No issues for me?" The happy teacher made eye contact with all the students in hearing range of her. They all shook their heads and smiled at the sweet woman. "That's wonderful then. Messrs. and Miss Peverell, I have a note here from Professor Dumbledore. He would like to see you in his office after dinner. Password is in the note." With one last smile she handed the note to Draco and bustled off towards the head table, patting shoulders of students along the way.

"What could the Headmaster want to see you about?" Simon asked the trio. "He hardly ever talks to the students. We really only see him at meal times."

"Not sure, I guess we will find out after dinner." Harry took another bite of the lemon cake that Hermione had placed on his plate. The trio continued to take their time with their desert and left the hall a full half an hour after the Headmaster had left. Their housemates thought it was strange that they had not left at the same time as the Headmaster, but they seemed to be in no particular hurry to be on their way. It was probably the only time they had seen anyone do anything that would cause the Headmaster to wait.

The trio had known that it would not take long before the Headmaster would want to speak to them in private and possibly try to integrate himself into their lives so the summons was not unexpected. they had decided that they would only answer direct questions and try to make the Headmaster as barmy as possible by being as vague as possible with their answers whenever they could. It is not like he had any business knowing about their personal lives anyway. He was just their Headmaster after all.

The trio reached the gargoyle and said the password "Lemon Drops" in unison." After a short ride on the rising staircase they entered the office at Dumbledore's call of "Enter." His eyes were madly twinkling as the trio walked in and took seats on the sofa that he had conjured for them in front of his desk. Hermione was as always, between her two brothers.

"Would you care for a lemon drop?" He asked with a grandfatherly smile. Draco and Hermione shook their heads with polite smiles while Harry reached out to take one. Hermione and Draco were impressed when Harry switched the lemon drop he took to a different hard candy that he had been carrying around while waiting for this very opportunity. Dumbledore never knew that Harry was not sucking on one his lemon drops which they suspected he laced with some sort of potions. He always took his own candies from a bag he kept in his pocket after all. None of them could remember ever seeing him take one from the bowl in their past lives, and now they had one to check for potions.

The Headmaster settled back into his elaborate desk chair, steepled his hands under his chin and twinkled at the trio in front of him. They just stared back with no expression at all on their faces. It was so quiet in the room that you could even hear Harry moving his candy from one side of his mouth to the other. After a few minutes in which the trio did not even twitch, he finally began to speak in his grandfatherly voice.

"I was so delighted to receive your letter this summer requesting entrance to Hogwarts. It is always a delight to find that an old family still flourishes when it was thought that the line expired." The Headmaster looked at the siblings as if waiting for them to speak. They just continued to stare back. "Ahem. I understand that you are now the last of your line and are in fact living on your own; possibly at your family's estate. There must be much there that you do not understand about both your title and estate." More blinking was the only reply he received from the trio. The twinkling had slowly started to dim as the Headmaster became frustrated at the lack of response he was getting.

The trio, however, were already finding the Headmasters predictability to be extremely amusing and were having a hard time not laughing at how easy it was to unsettle him. They had not even been in the office ten minutes. The Headmaster was holding form and had only made statements about what he already knew or was common sense, and then he would expect everyone to fill in the blanks that he left open. It had taken the trio a lot of time going over their memories while meditating to realize this subtle tactic for getting information.

The Headmaster lost a bit more of his twinkle at still not receiving any response. "Your teachers have had nothing but good things to say about your performance in classes." Again the trio just sat quietly. "And today all three of you cast such strong Patronus Charms. When did you learn to cast the Patronus?"

Finally a question. Hermione was amazed that she had never noticed this tendency of the Headmaster's in the original time line; it was so obvious now that she was looking for it.

"Our father taught us the Patronus Charm a few years ago." Draco supplied, but did not elaborate.

Dumbledore visibly perked up for a moment at having gained some information from the trio in front of him, but then seemed to deflate when he realized that would be the only information offered in answer to his question. Oh, for Merlin sake. This is like pulling teeth and taking Skele-Gro to regrow them. "I see. Well it was strong magic to be sure. Something to be proud of." He gave them his best grandfatherly smile.

Silence.

Dumbledore could not believe how hard it was to get these three to talk. He wanted to see if they would have any information on the Deathly Hollows. He also wanted to know if these three could be used in any way against Voldemort, for the greater good of course, but he had no idea how to get them to open up to him. He smiled again in his grandfatherly way. Since many people looked up to him and trusted him because he was the leader of the light, his grandfather persona would pull more people into his sphere of influence. He had spent hours in front of a mirror when he started to go gray to perfect the smile and twinkle, and it seemed to have no effect whatsoever on these three.

"I must say, I was surprised to see all three of you sorted into Hufflepuff." The trio blinked at the Headmaster. Harry sucked away at his piece of candy distracting the Headmaster for a moment. "Ahem, the Peverell family was historically sorted into Gryffindor; the house for the brave." He smiled again at the quiet siblings before him and tilted his head forwards so that he could gaze at them over the rim of his glasses. They still did not seem inclined to provide him with information.

"The Peverell family has a fascinating history. I have spent quite a lot of time researching the history of your family." All three siblings tilted their heads slightly to the left causing the Headmaster to blink at them. That…that is a bit creepy. After unsuccessfully suppressing a shiver, the Headmaster continued. "Well, I am sure that you know all about your family history." He gave a hearty chuckle at his comment expecting the siblings to join him in his laughter. They only continued to blink at him with blank expressions however, causing the Headmaster to stop laughing abruptly feeling uncomfortable. "I believe that the three brothers were the most famous of your line. Ignotus, Antioch, and Cadmus Peverell."

The trio had to stop themselves from giggling as they tilted their heads in unison to the right. The Headmaster seemed to find it unnerving to see them do anything in unison, and they were milking that for all it was worth. The Headmaster now had a small tick just under his left eye.

"Ahem. Those three brothers were the inspiration behind the story in the book The Tales of Beedle the Bard. The Three Brothers. I am sure that you are familiar with it.

Dumbledore was startled to realize that he was having a hard time not fidgeting under the steady stares coming from three identical sets of green eyes that seemed to taunt him with memories from his past; he found that one memory seemed to come to the forefront of his mind where had used a spell that was the exact color of those stares. Poor Ariana. He had to shake his head to dispel the maudlin thoughts that had snuck up on him. "Ahem, I was surprised that not one of you managed to get into Gryffindor house."

Dumbledore shifted back in his seat and stroked his beard with a sigh. These three are strange. They do not act like any children I have ever had contact with. How will I get them to open up to me? He decided to be a little bit blunter with them. Maybe they are not as quick on the uptake as their teachers think. "Since your father has passed, and I am sure you are struggling...it is extremely difficult having to deal with such upheaval after all...and while you are so young. I would be more than happy to help you with managing your estate."

He had helped many orphaned youngsters with their estates over the years. Most were thankful enough for his help that they let the Headmaster have his pick of tomes from family libraries or artifacts from the estates to show their appreciation. Most of the possessions that he displayed in his office came from those estates that he had picked through after relieving the grieving youngsters of some of their wealth without their knowledge. His family had never been wealthy, but he had made up for that with his trusting and humble manner. People would give the defeater of a Dark Lord anything.

"Your offer is appreciated, Headmaster," Hermione said with a sweet smile causing Dumbledore's eyes to twinkle like mad again. Finally, things are going the way they should. The Peverell library is sure to have books that I have never seen and have information on the Deathly Hollows. The Headmaster tried to hide his glee at the girl's comment.

"But we will have to decline," Harry said with the same sweet tone. Wait...What? The twinkle completely disappeared from the Headmasters eyes. The trio could see a few of the 'sleeping' portraits from past Headmasters struggle to hide their twitching lips. Dumbledore did not notice the few portraits that could not stop the smiles and smirks from flashing across their faces at his obvious distress.

"You see, our father, before he died, made sure that we were prepared for our inheritance." Draco drawled. Draco could not manage to look sweet, but Harry and Hermione were impressed at the effort he made.

"Our estate is in good hands, and we have no need for your...help." Hermione assured the headmaster.

He had no idea what had just happened. These teens should have been jumping at having him help them. They should be thanking him for his generosity. His time was very valuable and he deserved to be compensated when he made offers to help those that looked up to him. He was Albus Dumbledore for Merlin's sake.

"Was that all Headmaster?" Harry asked, lifting a brow.

"My siblings and I still do have homework to finish after all." Draco rose from the couch and extended a hand to Hermione who rose gracefully. The three continued to the door before turning to the Headmaster as one.

"We never expected such a welcome at Hogwarts, where the Headmaster himself would take time for a little chat." Hermione said with that same sweet smile to hide the biting sarcasm if the sentence. With one last nod in unison to the Headmaster, the siblings left the office, leaving behind one very confused and frustrated Headmaster and more than one portrait that struggled to hide their amusement at the current Headmaster not getting what he wanted for once. They pretended to be asleep most of the time just so that they would not have to talk to the man that treated their school like his own fiefdom.

What just happened? I did not get any information on the Hollows or their family history. I was not even able to confirm the rumor that they were able to speak Parseltongue. Those children are unnatural with those cursed eyes. Always looking at you but not saying anything. The Headmaster continued to question just when he had lost control over the visit, never realizing that he never had control to begin with.