Sorry for the long wait, no excuses could make it up for letting you wait. But it's here now

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Sirius watched from a safe distance as three first years send stunners and disarming hexes at each other as if they were fifth years. Shouts of 'Protego!' 'Stupefy!' and 'Expeliarmus!' were heard clearly and the blue shields redirected the spells, or in Yrrah's case absorbed them. The wards surrounding the trio made sure no one was accidently hit by the red lights.

For a girl that just learned about magic a few weeks ago, a boy that was believed to be a squib until he received his Hogwarts letter and a prince appearing out of thin air, they were smart and powerful. The spells, for the fourth and fifth years hard to learn, were fired rapidly at each other. There was no doubt in the professor's mind that it was the young Pendragon who taught them those spells. The kid had admitted in being trained before Hogwarts. Miss Granger was a hard working student, the teachers all noticed how the girl was buried in books, they all noticed that Mr. Longbottom, who struggled with the theoretical, made it up with power. The friends they gathered were all on top of their class, and Sirius knew it had something to do with their small study group.

In the duel had Yrrah clearly the upper hand over the two, even when Granger and Longbottom sided against him.

Sirius took a step closer and somehow crossed a ward because Pendragon turned his wand to him, a second later followed by Longbottom and Granger.

"It's just me." Black held his hands in the air. "I believe that you've been warned not to use those spells without a teacher or NEWT student present?"

"No, we've been told not to try to learn these spells without a teacher or older student present." Said Yrrah while lowering his wand and placing it in his holster. Black didn't fail to notice that his two friends once again followed Yrrah's example again a second later. Nor did he miss the auror standard wand holsters the three wore. "I already know these spells, so it's not learning."

"But what about your friends?" Black raised an eyebrow.

Yrrah shrugged, "I have a mastery so I could be a professor?"

"That's not what professor Flitwick meant and you know it." Said Black, nobody seemed to care about that so he continued. "Well, how about a friendly duel before lunch? If I win, you give me your word you won't duel without me or another HOGWARTS professor present."

"And what if Yrrah wins?" grinned Hermione.

"If you three win, I'll keep my mouth shut and you guys get the points back the Gryffindor first years lost today,"

"And what if Yrrah duelled against you alone sir?" asked Neville asked sly. "We've been working on new spells al morning and I'm sure Hermione is as tired as I am."

"If Pendragon duels against me and wins, I'll double the points." Sirius said.

"I take that." Yrrah pulled out his golden phoenix wand, "Rules?"

"First stunned loses, you can use everything you might have learned during your training except unforgivable." Said Black.

"Everything?" asked the young prince. "And can you set the ward so my friends won't be hit by wayward spells."

"I'm sure your wards are strong enough, they worked before. Longbottom, referee if you please." Black bowed to Pendragon as he pulled his wand. Yrrah bowed back and started to walk. Black looked in the determent emerald eyes.

Neville nodded. "Ready. On my count. Three."

Wait weren't those eyes blue before.

"Two."

He started to get a bad feeling about this.

"One."

Why was the kid smirking?

"GO!"

"STUTIFY!" Black yelled, Yrrah made a small movement with his wand and a mirror appeared, the stunning spell going to the left before bouncing off against the wards and hitting the professor on the back.

Hermione and Neville cheered and Yrrah made a small bow. "And that my dear students, is why you always need someone to guide your back or even better learn how to sense magic coming towards you."

"So that's why we meditate?" Hermione asked, poking Black with her wand.

"One of the reasons," Yrrah looked at the castle, "We're lucky nobody saw us. Professor Black probably won't tell but…"

"Let's revive him and go to lunch." Neville pointed his wand at Black. "Enervate."

The professor shot up. "Who hit me? You cheated."

"You hit yourself professor." Hermione said. "The spell went from the mirror to the wards and in your back."

Sirius blushed. "Let's not mention it to anyone." He mumbles. "As promised eighty points to Gryffindor for winning and another ten for thinking ahead. I want a rematch soon."

"We'll see." Smiled Yrrah, Gryffindor was thanks to the hundred fifty points from Snape and these hundred and the collected points for class questions far ahead in the ranking. "Sir, do we have to go to DADA or what happens next?"

"First we go eat lunch in the great hall. I'm sure you three are getting hungry." Said Sirius. "DADA has been cancelled for today. I believe that's best if you three stay IN the library until professor McGonagall speaks with you. I understand from professor McGonagall that she has planned a house meeting with the first years. She also notified their parents about their behaviour."

"Okay." Mumbled Neville, "Thank you sir."

"You're welcome." Nodded Black. "I was surprised to find out that Hogwarts had no policy on bullying. I wasn't such a sweet kid when I was younger, I think half of my years Slytherin would have loved to kill me and we truly went too far. Both ways. Professor Dumbledore didn't want to interfere, not then nor now."

"You were a bully?" asked Yrrah. "Feel a lot better about kicking your ass now."

"Only Slytherins." Defended Sirius himself.

Hermione stopped walking to look the professor in the eye. "Two of the four people who didn't ridicule us are Slytherins."

A bit uncomfortable rubbed Sirius his neck, "I know but uh most of my years became death eaters. And most days it was more duelling than bullying, so…"

"Hmm you may duelled my biological father." Said the prince in thought. "According to my grandpa he should be between thirty and thirty-five now and he was a Brit so he may have been at Hogwarts at the same time you were."

"Could be." Admitted Sirius. "If he was a death eater I may also have duelled him during my auror days as well."

"I hope you hexed him where it hurt." Yrrah said grim before he walked over to the Hufflepuff table. Susan and Hannah smiled up to them as the trio sat down in front of them. Daphne and Tracey soon joined them.

"So I've heard you three got into some trouble with the other Gryffindorks." Said Daphne, whipping her hear over her shoulder while she sat down.

"You three missed charms, and then people go gossip." Tracey smiled. "So inter house problems?"

"Not really." Neville grinned. "They just said the normal things and this time professor Black heard them."

"Idiots." Mumbled Susan. "I can see how they ended up in Gryffindor. No offence but you three really stick out. Pegged you more for Ravenclaw."

"One was a Ravenclaw and he got caught too." Hermione said. "So…"

"Rules make the exception." said Hannah.

Susan frowned. "Uhm Han, I think it's the exception makes the rules."

"Oh." Hannah bowed her head. "And here I was thinking to be the smart one this time. Oh too bad, then I'll have to ask the stupid Gryffindorks for help with all the DADA work we got today."

"Keep insulting us and you can do your homework without these stupid Gryffindors." Said Yrrah between bites. "All of you, even you Greengrass."

"Spoilsport." Grumbled Daphne. "Well at least you got DADA cancelled for today."

"So you two can join Nev, Y and me in the library." Said Hermione while reading a book and not looking up. "And work on the charms essay, the DADA essay we got instead of class and Y promised us extra potion lessons so we get Snape of our back."

"There goes sunbathing with our two girlfriends Parkinson and Bullstrode, too bad." Sighed Tracey her hand draped over her forehead as she leaned back.

"I can see you're crushed." Nodded Neville. "So we'll let you go."

"No. we have responsibilities to our studies." Daphne nodded serious. "We'll have to join you guys in the library."

"Sad but true." Nodded Tracey. "Besides, someone has to protect you against the mean words of the weasel."

"5 points to Slytherin for standing with your friends and another 5 for stating correct priorities." Snape's low voice sounded behind them. "And after the third class I'm free so the potions classroom is empty after 2 pm. If you want to practise miss Davis and Greengrass. I recommend you find a NEWT student or maybe a potions master who has a free time period and you can brew the potions under their supervision. The first years will be brewing the cure for boils again next lesson and this time for a grade. I would of course award that said student with 5 points for helping one of my snakes." The potions master walked away with his cloak blowing behind him.

**HP**

"That really happened?" asked Neville softly.

"I think so." Mumbled Susan and she went to her knees in front of Yrrah. "So o brave and handsome prince. Would you be so kind to teach six first years the cure for those awful boils and safe us from getting low grades from the dudgeon bat?"

"That's a bit too much Bones." Daphne said with a sigh. "Hufflepuff."

"Listen Pendragon." Hermione said turning around. "I'll be getting my first grade in potions soon and anything lower than an EE will make me really unhappy. An unhappy witch promises nothing good. So after our charms and DADA work, you'll be teaching me and our friends how to prepare a perfect potion. Are we clear?"

"Yes my lady." Yrrah said with a small bow, feeling someone standing behind him.

Daphne looked up to sneer at that someone behind the trio. "What do you two want?" Turning around they were met with Terry Boot and Padma Patil from Ravenclaw.

Terry looked at the ground. "Padma and I talked and we wanted to apologize for our behaviour." He said. "It was wrong to let the others push you three around like that and not interfering. "

"We're really sorry." Padma offered. "We weren't brave enough to stand up to the others."

"And we were hoping that you three could forgive us for being cowards." Terry finished.

Yrrah talked telepathic with Neville and Hermione for a moment, getting odd looks from their Hufflepuff and Slytherin friends before turning to the Ravenclaws. Yrrah took the lead. "You're forgiven."

"If you like, and the others don't mind, you could join us in the third hour." Neville said.

Hermione looked at the group. "We're going to prepare our boil cure. Since Yrrah has his potions mastery, he's allowed to teach us."

The two looked a bit uncertain. "We would love to join, but only if we don't impose?" Terry said.

"Don't worry." Sighed Susan. "They wouldn't have suggested if they weren't sure."

"And while I don't practically like you." Daphne said with narrowed eyes. "You didn't really insulted us and you did apologized for not interfering. Even though it wasn't formal according to the pureblood ways. Yrrah may have given permission for informal use of his name, he's still the crown prince of magic. An apologise still has to be done according the old ways."

"I'm sorry my lord." Padma did a small curtsy. "I didn't…"

Yrrah softly chuckled. "Don't mind Lady Greengrass. She's my adviser, Neville and Susan about the recent pureblood ways and Daphne on the old ways. She doesn't like it when you break protocol. Don't let you be scared off by the Slytherin Ice princess."

"Uh, yeah we'll join you." Terry smiled.

"Great," Neville returned the smile. "Please sit down. You have Charms right? If you join Susan and Hannah after class and we will meet in the dungeon."

"Why don't you meet in the library," suggested Yrrah after Padma and Terry joint the Hufflepuff table. "I'll be at the dungeon at 2 so I could prepare a few things?" The group nodded their consent. "And I'll teach you my way of brewing in theory first so I'll have to splits the group. Let's see, Boys together. Terry you'll be joining Nev in this first uh tutor lesson. Daph, you'll be going with Suus? Han and Mione and that leaves Padma with Tracey." Again, everyone nodded their consent and they turned back to their lunch.

**HP**

Yrrah knocked on the potions classroom. After a soft 'enter' he pushed the door open. Snape was sitting behind his desk, going through a potions magazine. "Pendragon, where are your loyal followers?"

"My FRIENDS are in the library." Yrrah looked at the dark eyes of the professor. "I've explained my brewing technics to my Slytherins friends and my fellow Gryffindors. Our two Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuff friends had class so they are partnered with my friends who I helped with the theory of the potion."

Snape raised an eyebrow. "You split the houses?"

"There are no houses between friends." Said Yrrah calmly.

"Still never before joined one of my Snakes, McGonagall's lions for lunch. At the Hufflepuff table no less." Snape responded. "I was a Snake and my best friend was a lion but we only got together in the library. After a while the houses rivalry broke us apart. Friendships beyond houses is hard and when you grow up, yours will break as well."

"My adoptive family came from different houses. My dad is a Gryffindor, my mother Ravenclaw, my aunt Hufflepuff and my uncle, the one who taught me potions, is as Slytherin as they come. They've been living together for many years even in this very castle."

Snape sneered before turning back to his magazine, "How did you get your mastery at this age, were you so annoying as a child that they took your playtime away from you?" he mumbled.

"I was taught from the moment I was adopted because there was no-one to play with on our island." said Yrrah. "I had to stay hidden and trained. Potion making is an art that demands discipline and passion, and it also gave me some one on one time with my uncle."

"And the potion you got your master in?" Snape pointed at the magazine. "Is this true?"

"Yes, it changes the taste of everything you place it on." Answered Yrrah, "Not as amazing as yours but it helps me with my broccoli." Both masters shuddered at the thought of the green vegetable. "You know I was looking forward to potions, learning the new technics and potions we didn't have at home. But the arrogance of the British adults shattered these dreams. I talked it over with Hermione and Neville, and to be honest Hogwarts has been a disappointment. In this short conversation you insulted me by calling my friends followers, you accused my family and friendships as unable to become friends and criticized the way I was raised. If you excuse me, I need to prepare." With a wave of his wand, four tables had cauldrons with a flame softly warming the water and the necessary clean equipment next to it.

"Potion master Pendragon." Snape said formal after a moment of silence. "I offer you my apology, I shouldn't judge before getting all the information, I was jealous of your title, before you I was the youngest potions master ever. I would like to trade knowledge if you allow me."

"I accept your apology potion master Snape and I'm looking forward to a possible collaboration." Yrrah said just as formal. "You're off course welcome to observe my tuition, and I will offer you the use of my library."

"You have a library?" a surprised voice sounded behind him, Yrrah recognised as Tracey's. The others had arrived, surprisingly followed by the Weasley twins.

"Yes, I have a multiple compartment trunk with one compartment charmed as a magical library." Yrrah smiled. "Where do you think I get all those rare books from?"

"Makes sense." Susan nodded. "And we met these two on the way and they wanted to tag along."

"As our dear professor Snape could confirm," Fred started.

"Potions isn't our strongest class." George continued.

"And since you seem to know what you're doing."

"And you're not our dearest brother Percy."

"We were wondering."

"If you would be able to help us."

"Because we could use all the help you've got to offer." Fred finished.

Daphne looked annoyed at the twins. "Is there a spell in Gryffindor that allows the Gryffindorks to communicate in silence? Because those three are doing it all the time and it's damn annoying."

Snape and the twins looked surprised at the three Gryffindor first years but let it go when Yrrah turned to Snape. "Potions master Snape, would you mind if I used your classroom to help the Weasley twins as well?"

"If you can improve their skills so they won't annoy me with their ignorance, you're welcome to use my class room as often as you like." Snape turned to the other first years. "I'll be observing this class, but this will not affect your grade next lesson in any way."

"All right, we'll go to the potion one step at the time." Yrrah rubbed his hands together. He loved brewing and even if it was a simple boil cure. "Every group, find a table and take out the notes I gave you. Fred, George, which potion would you like to prepare."

"The third years have been working on Shrinking Solution last lesson and will continue this for a grade next time." Snape interrupted. "If those two want to pass this year, that would be a great start."

"Great," from his backpack Yrrah took two books. "Here take my potions book, look up the potion and its ingredients. Before you start I want written down what ingredients you need, what you need to remember during brewing and how you prepare each ingredient."

"But that will take the better part of our time." Whined George.

"Yes, but if you don't want to, please return my books and leave this room." The prince smiled. The twins looked at each other before shrugging and taking place at a table. "May this be a warning to all of you, we'll be going through every potion in the first year book starting at the beginning. So for next uhm lesson, you each prepare the second potion by writing down what the uses are of the potion, what ingredients you use and how to prepare them and most important, the hidden dangers in the brewing like, Nev give me an example of the boil-cure."

Looking at his notes for a second, Neville confident answered. "The cauldron must be taken off the fire before adding the porcupine quills, or, as Weasley found out, the cauldron will melt and create a nasty scent, and if it spills will cause the skin to erupt in vicious boils."

"And we don't want that," said Yrrah, "So we make sure we know this beforehand." Padma raised her hand. "Please don't do that, we're all friends so just see if I'm busy and get my attention. Refrain from pulling my attention away from others except for emergencies."

"Yes Y," the young Ravenclaw smiled. "Not that I don't like Tracey but wouldn't be easier if we work within our houses. Otherwise preparing is so hard."

"We come together every day after class to do some homework in the library." Offered Hannah. "That way we finish our homework the same day it's given. You can join."

"And I want houses between friends." Yrrah said. "But for next class maybe we could change the groups so you could work during potions class with the same partner as you work with here. That way you know what you do and what your partner does."

"Hermione, want to be my partner next time?" Tracey immediately asked. "I'm not really good with theory and really could use your help."

Hermione beamed, at her old school she was never asked for projects. To be chosen as first was a major boost for her confidence. "Yes of course. I would love to partner up with you Tracey."

"Lady Greengrass, would you do me the honour of being my partner?" asked Neville.

"The honour is mine Lord Longbottom." Daphne said.

"So Terry and Pad. Who gets who?" Susan asked. They all shrugged. "From what I understand, Terry is more of the books, and Padma of the teachers. Hannah is from the books and I learn more from hearing. So I think that the best solution would be Terry and I, and Hannah and Padma."

After a nod was shared and the teams were made. "Go over the notes we made last class with your partner. I'm here if you have questions." Sitting down on an empty table, Yrrah asked Neville the first year potions book and settled down to prepare the next tutor class.

"Interesting teaching technic." Snape softly said.

"It's how I was taught. Prepare the potion beforehand and make sure you know the dangers. But I was the only student so he could go over my notes before we started. I'll ask them to turn in the notes on Wednesday."

"I see the benefits of this," Snape nodded. "They'll get a better grasp of the working of potions."

Daphne and Susan started brewing, followed by Hannah and Hermione not even a second later. Neville and Terry were shortly discussing something before Terry took out his potions book. Neville asked Fred for Salazar's book showing it to the Ravenclaw. Tracey did the same with Padma. And the last two groups started brewing.

"Pendragon, we think we're done." The twins said at the same time and Yrrah went over to their table reading over the notes, pointing out a few things and giving a bit advice here and there before letting the twins lose.

Yrrah didn't do anything but walk around a bit, dropping hints here and there during the brewing.

After three quart of an hour, the tables were cleaned and the potions bottled. "Professor could you test these potions and give maybe an estimated grade."

The dungeon bat went over the four boil cures, writing things down as he tested the potions. "They're all between EE and O," he said. "Five points to each of you for showing initiative to improve in potions by working in your free time. And of course five to you Pendragon for helping them."

"I hardly did anything, merely pushed them in the right direction." Blushed the prince.

"And now you two." Sneered Snape looking at the twins, accepting the vial. He took his time studying the colour, smell and thickness of the potion. "EE or O."

The twins whooped and hugged Yrrah. "We never got anything higher than an A."

"And that was only once."

Yrrah turned even a darker shade of red. "You guys did the work. If you prepare the potion for next class, I could go over it again if you like."

"We'll take that." The Twins said in unison,

"This offer stands for all of you. If you, with your partner from another house, give me the notes on the potion on Wednesday, we can continue brewing together on Friday."

The bunch went smiling towards dinner after expressing their thanks to professor Snape for the use of his classroom. "If this can keep you all from blowing up cauldrons and killing me, I'll be grateful to you for taking your potion studies serious."

**HP**

Dinner at the Slytherin table was different. The table went silent when the group first years sat down. They were so much more subtle, not openly glaring but Yrrah could hear the soft whispers. "You know that the weasel will be a pain in the ass after dinner." Grinned Daphne, the three Gryffindors grinned back. "Aah I see something qualities from your uncle shining through, but Hermy and Nev? It seems that I judged you Gryffindorks too soon. I feel a Slytherin plan, tell me."

"Well, even we're not completely sure what the plan entails." Mussed Neville.

Hermione pulled a face. "Y wants to know if we could improvise."

"You want to know if you? Huh?" the group looked confused.

"No Yrrah, wants to know." Hermione frowned. "His nickname, this will get a lot of misunderstandings. But none the less, we have no idea what the plan entails."

Everyone turned to Yrrah who just chuckled. "Wait and see. Just wait and see." Turning to the two new additions to the group he saw the confusion written on their face. "You two are doing a really brave thing by sitting by us. If you have any problems, like the others in our group, you come to find one of us. I found out first hand that houses doesn't make you friends, don't let the color of their tie fool you. We may be a bit weird, different, but in the end we'll get our OWL's and NEWT's, we'll get the future we wanted and will be able to use magic on our best. What is it what you want to do after Hogwarts?"

Terry, still with a confusing look answered first. "I want to become a healer. Combining my magic and potions with muggle ways. I study secondary school in my free time so I can go to university after Hogwarts."

"Looks like we'll be continuing our post-Hogwarts studies together Boot." Daphne gave him a short nod. "At least the magical healing."

"I want to start a magical beauty store with my sister and Lavender Brown. We always dreamed of starting our own make-up line." Padma had a dreamy look on her face.

"If you focus on your studies and work hard. I'm sure you'll succeed." Neville said. "But most students breeze through Hogwarts."

"Yrrah is right. You'll find school much easier if you set a goal for yourself." Susan added.

"What is your goals?" asked Terry interested.

Flipping her red hair back Susan said. "I want to take after my aunty, she's the head of the auror department and a strong independent woman."

"I think I would take over from Miss Pomfrey when she retires." Hannah said shy. "I would like to work on Hogwarts as a healer, not as gruesome as in Mungos. I like to be around people, so maybe work in a shop or bar?"

Neville looked nervous. "I'll become Lord Longbottom, I don't want to disappoint my parents by being a Lord without knowledge. Maybe on the side a herbiologist, growing plants for potion uses."

"I'm thinking about starting a wizard pré-school, you know for children from age eight to eleven. I hated the lessons I got from my mother. It will be like those muggle schools with math, Latin and learning to read and stuff but then for wizard kids." Tracey said proud.

"And I thought something similar for muggleborns. Learning about magic at the age of eleven is really hard, you don't understand what happens when you show accidental magic and stand out between others." Hermione and Tracey shared a high five.

Everyone turned to Yrrah who blushed. "Well, I am the grand prince of magic. Doesn't take much imagination what I'll be when I grow up." Shrugging he looked at his plate. "But if there is no need for me to take the crown, I think I'll go back to my home, invent a few potions, write a book."

"You could become a teacher." Offered Terry. "You did a wonderful job during tutoring."

Shaking his head Yrrah focused back on his food. His goal was to finish the prophecy, after that he'll probably return to Myth but he could hardly tell his friends that. "We'll see."

**HP**

After dinner, the group went to the library for the next chapter of history. Then they worked on the next potion while Yrrah read a muggle story book.

The young prince went over the potion reports and returned them with only small side notes. Hermione, Neville and Yrrah bid the others goodnight and went to the common room.

"Ready?" Neville grinned before the fat lady's portrait.

"Daphne was right," Mussed Hermione. "We could have easily ended up in Slytherin."

The paining opened and Yrrah climbed through first, quickly followed by Hermione and then Neville. The common room fell silent when the fat lady closed behind the trio. Fred and George waved before they turned back to their books.

With the open mind connection between the three, Yrrah said. "Hermione, we're going to our dorm now. If there is any change they might hurt you…"

"I'll warn you Y. Don't worry about me." Said Hermione. "And remember, don't use your wand around them. You could get expelled."

"Don't worry. We won't use a wand." Said Neville as he patted the girls shoulder. Yrrah and Neville took the stairs to the boys' room. Calmly they walked into their shared bedroom where a red faced Ron was waiting for them.

"YOU!" Ron yelled, Dean and Simon stood at his side. "You two made Gryffindor lose all those points and got us into detention! My mom had to come down here because of you!"

"We didn't do a thing." Neville said with a small voice.

"You got us in trouble!" bit Seamus. "One of you had to know that Black was listening."

"We didn't force you to say anything. Any trouble you found yourself." answered Yrrah as he stood strong.

Ron took out his wand pointed it at the two. "We're going to McGonagall and there you, royal pain in the ass, you'll tell her that you staged the whole thing. That you did it on purpose and it was all to get me and my friends in trouble or you don't get to sleep in the Gryffindor tower but in the dungeon with those slimy snakes you like to hang around with."

"First. We didn't do anything wrong." Said Neville. "You spoke the words, we didn't."

"Secondly, you only had two weeks off magical lessons." Yrrah continued. "And you haven't managed to get one spell right. What are you planning to do with that wand? Hit me?"

"Third. We want to be sharing a room with you guys as much as you want us here." Said Neville. "But we were sorted in here so…"

Pointing his wand at Yrrah, Ron yelled. "Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat idiot yellow."

Nothing happened and Yrrah burst out laughing. "The twins taught you that didn't they. I like those two." Turning serious a second later, Yrrah pulled his own wand. "You tried to hex me. I take this as an offend. You're lucky that the wand is pointed at me and not one of my friends or you would be on the ground right now. Since I don't know if I can go to sleep without knowing that neither Neville nor I will be cursed in our backs, we'll be leaving Gryffindor tower." With a small wave of his wand, both Neville and his trunk were shrunken and in his hand.

Feeling sadness running though him not his own, the prince turned to Neville. His friend shook his head before mouthing "Hermione"

The two broke out in a run, ignoring the "Hey you can't get up those stairs they're…" from Percy Weasley and running to the top of the stairs where Hermione was walking towards them, her trunk dragging behind her.

Another wave of his wand and her trunk was with Yrrah's pocket. Opening his arms for the girl, Hermione dove right in. Neville stood watch, soothing rubbing her back while keeping an eye out. "I don't want to go back."

"I got our rooms ready." Promised Yrrah. "You never have to share again."

The stairs had turned into a slide, Neville went first catching Hermione at the bottom and Yrrah went last. When Yrrah gained his footing he saw Neville and Hermione with their wands out.

"WANDS DOWN!" yelled Percy. "Or I'll have to report this to professor McGonagall!"

"Report at the same time that we're leaving Gryffindor's tower." Yrrah said heated. "Our dorm mates made it quite clear we're not wanted and Ron even tried to hex us. We're not safe in Hogwarts, even in our bedroom we get attacked. I'll be going to the royal quarters and I'm taking my friends with me. Neville, Hermione, wands down, we're done here." Yrrah took the lead closely followed by his friends.

Ron proved his intelligence by sending a hex, he heard his mother use many times while she was knitting, at the backs of the leaving trio. "Lacero!"

The red curse made its way to Hermione. Yrrah had the protective shields up but before the curse hit his shields, Neville yelled. "Protego!" as he held out his hand.

A blue shield appeared sending the curse away. Hermione leaped in Neville's arms when she saw the paining cut in half. Everyone was staring open mouthed at Neville and then the whispers started. "Wandless… Chosen one… fourth year spell."

Yrrah was fuming and let his magic flare freely, "I warned you against pointing wands at my friends. Didn't I? You're lucky I made sure that Neville and Hermione can use the shield charm. As my right as grand Prince I hereby…"

"Wait!" the twins jumped in.

Fred looked pleading at Yrrah. "Please we know he's an idiot."

"And we're ashamed to be related to him." George mirrored his brother's look.

"But he is out brother."

"Let us handle it."

"Please." Begged the two.

Yrrah turned to Hermione. "The curse was meant for you my lady." He said. "What do you think?"

"I want to leave." Said the girl strongly. "This proves what you said. You can't trust anyone but your closest friends and I don't feel safe anymore in my own house which should be your family. I have faith that the twins will handle it here but I'm done. He's not worth the trouble."

"He's yours." Said Yrrah, bringing his magic back into his core. "Only because you two are my friends."

"Let's go Y." Neville placed a hand on the prince shoulder gently guiding him to the portrait hole.

"I'm ashamed of you." Said Yrrah as he let his friends crawl through the hole first. "This should be the proud house of Godric Gryffindor who in my books, was a knight protecting others. Yet none of the fifth year or above managed to place a shield charm between a first year witch and a cutting spell. None of you stood up for us when we were slandered. Your house is your family, I don't know what family means in Britain but I'm glad that I grew up far away from here."

"I'm sorry I showed my gift like that." Said Neville looking at the floor. "I should have known you had it."

"You protected Hermy, Nev." Yrrah gently bumped the shy boy with his shoulder. "I couldn't be prouder. You managed to produce a shield strong enough to stop a cutting charm without the aid of your wand, on the same day you got the instruction book. You should be proud on those reflexes."

"Neville, you saved my life." Hermione smiled. "Or at least saved me from a night in the infirmary. Don't be sad because he showed the others that you're special."

"But Yrrah's secret…"

"Has nothing to do with your powers." Soothed Yrrah. "Two Chosen ones are born each and every year. We're from the same year and Hermione is a year older than us. I probably screw up one day, and Hermione has a gift which is easier to hide. To fulfil the prophecy that may or may not include the three of us, all our powers will be shown to the world eventually."

It stayed silent for a few minutes until they reached the hall where their training's room is. "Where are we going to stay Y? In the training rooms?"

"No." Yrrah stopped. "This is a magical hallway. This whole wing used to belong to Godric Gryffindor, we've been training in his personal training room. We'll be staying in his son's rooms which has a door connecting it with the training room. At the beginning of the hall, there is a magical room. Everyone can enter it and it turns into the room you need the most. It's know by the name Room of come and go."

"So if you need to go to the toilet..." mused Neville.

"Cute Nev." Chuckled Hermione. "But this is amazing. So we'll be staying in the room of THE Godric Gryffindor's son. But I read that Gryffindor and his son got estranged before Hogwarts was built. Why would he have his own room in the castle as Gryffindor wasn't speaking with him anymore?"

Yrrah smiled. "What nobody knows was that Godric adopted a little boy after Hogwarts was built and this room was added later."

"Godric Gryffindor had a second son?" Both asked at the same time.

"Yes, he made him his main heir, to both his title as his adoptive father, Arthur Pendragon." Yrrah started to laugh out loud, at the look at those faces. "Yes it's true. Godric Gryffindor should be His royal Highness, grand prince Godric Gryffindor Pendragon. He was blood adopted by his royal highness king Arthur Pendragon in his teens. Godric's adopted son was also adopted by Rowena Ravenclaw and made her main heir after her own daughter had stolen her diadem and ran away."

"And you got adopted into that family?" send Neville with awe. "No wonder your family stays hidden. Yrrah one day you'll be lord of at least three major houses."

Placing his hand on the wall, the door to his private quarters appeared. "Come in so we can talk in private and not developing headaches with mind speak."

He didn't receive an answer because the two were looking with wide eyes around the room. A warm feeling went through Yrrah, this was his room, where he was raised, his room and now he was truly home. The right wall was dominated by the Hogwarts crest surrounded by the official four founders' crests, all above the fireplace. The living area was filled up with the familiar couches and the squashy armchairs surrounding a low table. It was perfect to relax after a long day. There was a small kitchen on the left side which had never been used but somehow was still up to date with the latest technology, a round dinner table close by with six chairs. Every chair had a name and a crest added, Godric, Rowena, Helga, Salazar, Merlin and of course Yrrah.

Hermione noticed the chair with his name first. "You were named after the adopted son of Godric Gryffindor and Rowena Ravenclaw?" she asked with clear amazement in her voice.

"Uh, yeah sort of." Luckily the others didn't seem to hear him. He walked towards the back wall, placing his hand on it and letting his magic flow. The door to his father's quarters was quickly locked and hidden away, he didn't want anyone going in there, and two extra rooms were added. "The door to the training room is on your left next to the kitchen and Godric's painting. The potions lab it that door next to that painting of Salazar. The library, as you can guess is by Rowena's painting and there is a small infirmary by Helga's. Let me add you two to the wards and we can start decorating your room."

These paintings of his family weren't magical, since they were made in Myth by the elves. They were still like muggle pictures.

With a small hand wave, the ward stones appeared. "I need a drip of blood from the both of you to add your magic to the wards." Said Yrrah holding his hand out, "Don't worry, it won't hurt just tickles."

Neville held a shaky hand out, his eyes squeezed shut. Yrrah ran his potion knife over the boy's palm and placed the bloody hand on the stone. Both glowed and when Neville opened his eyes, there was no blood to be seen. "He's right, you don't feel a thing." He said to a pale Hermione.

Carefully took Yrrah, Hermione's hand and repeated the process. "Now if you want to get in here, you just place your hand on the wall and think loud and clear, Home is the nicest word." The door will appear and everyone can get in. If you ever get forced to open this door, say "When in doubt, choose Love." A door will appear where you can walk through but nobody can follow but the ones with their blood added to the wards. We'll be warned that something is going on through our link."

"Y, this is amazing." Neville dropped down on the couch. "Why would you ever want to stay in the tower if you have this?"

"So it passed your approval." A smile tugged at Yrrah's lips. "Now about the bed chambers. I was thinking, queen sized beds, own bathroom, closet and a big magical mirror? You can see an example in my room."

Yrrah's room was exactly as he left it. The door on the right side of the room, closest to the wall with the crests. A large closet close on the other side of the room. The bed resting against the left wall with the Pendragon crest above it. The right wall had the magical mirror like a window seat filled with pillows and a door to the bedrooms. The floor was a golden carpet and the walls Gryffindor red. The sealing was charmed like the one in the great hall to show the sky.

"I would like if my room was like yours." admitted Hermione. Neville just nodded.

So Yrrah closed his eyes and felt magic doing its work. "Nev, do you know how a magical window mirror works?"

"Magical window?" frowned Neville. "Uh, I never heard of them."

"Okay, well it works like this." Yrrah took place on the pillows. "Place your hand against the glass and concentrate on what you would like to see. Like the ocean on sundown." An orange ocean with beach appeared, Hermione looked at the sealing that changed along with the window. "Or a forest during rain." Raindrops fell but disappeared before they got wet. "I always loved them. Often I asked for a playground to watch what living among others was like."

"Yrrah this is truly amazing." Hermione placed her hand on the glass and a muggle house appeared. "My parents." Whispered the girl, two people were seated on a couch watching TV.

"It's childproof," mumbled Yrrah, "When someone is doing something uh… private, the mirror will stay a mirror." Hermione blushed and Neville chuckled. "Well, here are your trunks, go unpack." Yrrah gave them the small boxes and pushed them out the door. Hermione went to the room next to his and Neville the one closest to the kitchen, both doors had their names on them. As a finishing touch had Neville's room the Longbottom crest and Hermione's room the Ravenclaw crest, she had the same book thirst as his mother.

Yrrah unpacked with a simple nod with his head and went to into the kitchen, where he started to prepare some late night snacks. Neville offered to help a few minutes later but Yrrah told him he had it covered.

Hermione joined the two boys around the burning fire place. "I believe I owe you two the story behind my family?" asked Yrrah after they all had a mug with hot chocolate. "This story goes back a few hundred years. It was a dark time and magic was feared by all muggles. Children who showed magic were killed by order of the king Uther Pendragon. Arthur, his son, had shown magic to the healer. Merlin Emrys was the courts healer and took Arthur under his wing and taught him to hide his powers from his father. One day he found a boy called Godric Gryffindor. Godric had run away from home because he had magic, Arthur did the same Merlin had done for him. He taught Godric to hide his power and use it for good. Godric became a knight and a son to Arthur. Shortly before Godric became an adult, Arthur preformed a ritual to make Godric his magical heir, his own children he got with Queen Guinevere were strangely enough not magical. The theory was that a witch who had cursed Arthur's mother had transferred her powers to Arthur so other had to follow his own laws and kill his son. Arthur had no official magic core so couldn't produce children with magic.

This castle was original built by Arthur, after he was crowned, to hide the magical children. He asked his only magical son to raise these children, teach them to hide their magic and use it for the good cause. Not for hate.

But more and more children were send to the castle and Godric asked his long-time friends to help him and start a proper school. This is how Hogwarts was created. Years passed and many things happened.

Godric had a son who went dark with Salazar's daughter and son. Rowena's daughter ran off with her mother's most prised possession, the Ravenclaw diadem of wisdom and Helga's man cheated on her with Salazar's wife. Godric's wife blamed him for the loss of their son and gave a magical oath to never ever forgive him. Helga's husband took the children because she 'never had time for them'. And just like that, they were all alone.

Hogwarts could run itself, there were teachers and a headmaster and they weren't needed. So they left. They went to a hidden place with only the four of them. Arthur stayed with his family. The founders were believed to have passed away.

Many years later, Merlin, who had come to live with them, turned up with an infant. This child had Godric's blood so it was believed that it was it was a descended of Godric's son but since he didn't belong in the Slytherin line, they believe that it wasn't from his union with Salazar's youngest daughter. Merlin had saved the baby from a dark ritual and brought it to the secret place no-one would ever try to hurt him. Godric and Rowena took it up them to raise the boy into a proper knight. With the help of the elf village nearby was he trained to one day take the crown of magic. That's where I grew up."

"That's not how Hogwarts a History tells it." Pouted Hermione. "According to the book, Salazar Slytherin argued with the other three and left."

"That has been a slight miss understanding which has the whole magical world fooled." Explained Yrrah. "Salazar doesn't have any poblems with muggleborns. With 'Whose ancestry's purest' he meant the children who have been raised proper. He didn't want to be a babysitter, anyone in his house should be able to take care of him or herself. That pure bloods were raised in the wizard world and knew more about traditions and wizard customs was not a deliberate attack on those children. Salazar was a halfblood himself and his best friend Godric and his wife Helga were muggleborns. His daughter and Godric's firstborn were muggle haters and in the end killed by Morgana who hated muggles but firmly believed that every child who possessed magic should be protected."

"Wow," Neville leaned back. "If this comes out… this changes the whole perspective of every witch and wizard."

"And you're sure this is all true?" asked Hermione.

"I have diaries and other evidence." Said Yrrah. "One day, I'll bring you to home to meet my family. My dad is quite famous and I'm sure if you see him and our archives, you'll believe my story."

"Who is your father?" asked Neville.

Yrrah grinned, "you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me." Dared Hermione.

"One day." Smiled Yrrah.

"Does this mean you'll be the head of the other founders too?" asked Neville.

Yrrah held out his hands and showed the ring. "My official title is." clearing his throat for dramatic effect, Yrrah said. "His royal Highness, Grand Prince Yrrah Myrddin Arthur Pendragon Gryffindor Ravenclaw Hufflepuff Slytherin Emrys Peverell. Head of the most ancient and most noble house Pendragon, Grand Duke of England, Head of the most ancient and most noble house Emrys, Grand Duke of magic, Head of the ancient and most noble house Gryffindor, Duke of Hogwarts North, Head of the ancient and most noble house Ravenclaw, Duke of Hogwarts South, Head of the ancient and most noble house Hufflepuff, Duke of Hogwarts West, Head of the ancient and most noble house Slytherin, Duke of Hogwarts East, Head of the ancient and noble house Peverell, Earl of Arundel. But I rather go by Yrrah. The goblins are keeping my claim a secret until I need it."

"Yrrah do you have any idea what this means?" asked Neville.

"I do." Yrrah looked up at them. "And that's why we need to keep this a secret."

"We will." Hermione said. "I promise."

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