Harry's House by Scores

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"Has the world always been so gray," Harry sighed as he sat on his balcony overlooking London.

"Perhaps being with Chaldea and experiencing it's….expressive personality has changed you," Galahad hummed as he sat down beside Harry, the Shielder handing him a cup of Hot Chocolate.

"This is for Christmas season."

"Bullshit," Galahad huffed, leaning back with a pout. "Why make it available all year round if it's only 'for christmas season'," he sniffed.

"I guess you're right," Harry chuckled, snuggling deeper inside his hand-knitted sweater.

Vlad's sweaters where the best and the most soft items of all creation.

Fight him.

"You nervous," Galahad hummed as Harry looked out to the sea of artificial lights.

"A little bit," Harry sighed. "I act all high and mighty, like Bedivere said, but I am terrified….what will Dumbledore do with the knowledge of Chaldea?"

"You don't need to think about that," Galahad sighed. "It's not your concern."

"It's my home as well," Harry sniffed, whipping his head to Galahad who jolted.

"I...no," He sighed. "Harry, I mean you should focus on school and being a child now! I know that you've spent all your time in Chaldea being a mini master, but you don't understand the pain you've put Ritsuka through."

"What?"

"He's beating himself up in making you...him," Galahad sighed. "He knew that making you train to withstand Dumbledore's manipulations will take away most of your childhood. Leave the politics to him, eh?"

"Bu….fine," he pouted, looking back out into the city. "This world doesn't seem to appreciate the time it has been given."

"You don't need to worry about any of that, not now at least," Galahad chuckled. "Have faith in Ritsuka. He's been doing this a long time."

"How much longer will he have to keep doing it," Harry sniffed, looking up to the sky with small droplets of tears flowing down his face. "How much longer will he have to suffer through this…"

"I don't know," Galahad admitted. "Even Merlin and Gilgamesh, with all there Clairvoyance, admit that Ritsuka was not to continue his journey after Grand Order. So...they are as lost as we."

"Why couldn't Ritsuka's older brother taken his place," Harry demanded.

"You Ritsuka does not have a good relationship with his family," Galahad gently reminded him.

"His mother and father," Harry stressed. "They kicked his older brother out without much care for either of their feelings."

"We don't know where that man is, Harry," Galahad turned the boy toward him. "And if we did, I am sure he would have helped alleviate the burden that Ritsuka had. Do not blame him for not being there."

"I-"

"You were."

"Nothing gets past you, does it," Harry groaned, leaning back in his chair.

"Perks of being a seasoned knight," he winked toward the boy. "Now, get to bed. We leave from Kings Cross Station in the morning."

"We still haven't figured out what the hell platform 9 ¾ is," Harry protested.

"You going to Hogwarts bub," Galahad told him.

"Goddess Rhongomyniad," Ritsuka inclined his head to the lancer who did the same and sat beside him. "Is there something you require of me?"

"No," she sighed, before turning her bright lime gaze to his papers. "Speaking with the wizarding ministry of Japan?"

"Yes," he sighed. "When I was called to get rid of the Grail three years ago, we ran into them doing the same thing; but no idea what they where doing."

"I hope they did not try anything?"

"No, no," he chuckled. "They were very understanding and welcoming of the idea of having Harry in their institution."

"Harry is needed at Hogwarts thought?"

"Not necessarily…"

"Master," Latoria spoke harshly. "What are you planning?"

"You know of my brother, correct? The one I haven't seen since my parents kicked him to the curb?"

"Yes…"

"Well...I...I think I may have found him…"

"Wakey, Wakey," Mordred called as she pulled open the curtains and poured the harsh morning sun into Harry's room.

"Ugh," he groaned. "Why Mordred?"

"Cause," she smiled. "It's the first and LAST time i'll be able to do it in a while!"

"Meanie," he blew a raspberry at her, and she once back. They both burst out laughing before she told him that they needed to leave in about and hour and left him to his devices to get ready and go over their cover story.

"Eat up," Arthur smiled as he patterned around the kitchen, spatula in hand and apron around his waist. "I don't want you eating wizarding food until you need to! Those enchanted sweets do not leave me with a good feeling!"

"Itadakimasu," they all choursed together before digging into the the traditional Japanese breakfast.

For whatever reason he preferred to make that instead of a traditional English Breakfast.

"Harry, we will be in the shadows and stand guard outside your house," Arthur began to explained, the boy nodding along with him. "Once your house is chosen, I want you to pick someone who will guard your things and someone who will accompany you to classes."

"I'm not getting out of this, am I," Harry groaned, Gawain chuckling as he patted him on the back before going back to his food.

"I much prefer Achilles Chariot," Harry gunted his he attempted to haul everything onto the platform.

"Do you need help Harry," Bedivere spoke in his mind.

"Yes please," he sighed as the burden was lifted away from him and he could listen to what Lancelot was saying.

"Stay away from the Weasleys," the knight told him. "And try to speak with that boy you met in the Alley once more. If you want to know the ins and outs of the wizarding society, he's your safest bet."

"Maybe he's one that likes classical music," Harry sniffed. He was still upset he couldn't practice Violin or Piano at hogwarts.

Hey, he lived with some of the greatest musicians in the world, you think he's get away with no passion of music?

No. That's a stupid thought.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry grunted, looking at the trainstation with confusion. "Now, where the hell is the train?"

"Language."

"Come on you have to give me something," Harry whined.

"How about a spanking," Bedivere raised a brow.

"I'm good."

"Mmhmm. Should also remind you that you best not neglect any of your other work as well, just a reminder."

"Great," Harry groaned before leaning against the brick wall between the platforms nine and ten. "Why id-ACK!"

"Harry," the knights yelped, jumping as he vanished through the wall before Bedivere followed.

"Come on," he popped his head through before heading back, the knights shrugging before entering as well, gaping at the whole other train station in a train station.

"Well great," Mordred huffed.

"This is more than what I had imagined," Lancelot murmured as he helped Harry get to one of the entrances. "Get in you guys and secure a compartment."

"Yeah, yeah," Mordred huffed.

"Here," Bedivere called, bring Harry inside a rather large compartment and closing the door, the knights settling down easily; the training going as they spoke. "You will need to be in your robes in about an hour or so, so that you do not needlessly wander around or seem new."

"Yeah, yeah," Harry grumbled, fiddling with his Chaldean watch, something that could resist magic and work perfectly in tandem with it.

"Har-hide," Bedivere barked, dematerializing along with the other knights as a knock sounded on the door.

Harry cautiously approached it and opened it gently, like any clam person would, coming face to face with another first year. ONe with bushy hair, and very intelligent eyes. Ones that held apprehension and pride.

"Yes?"

"My name is Hermione Granger and I am helping a boy named Neville find his toad," she began. "Have you seen it perhaps?"

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