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Focusing, channeling all his power, he launched a spell at the dummy. Rather than exploding into a million pieces, as the spell suggested would happen, it sputtered out. Much like the ball of red Harry'd sent at Bellatrix. This was growing very annoying, and he honestly couldn't figure out why. His power had been demonstrated considerably before, like when he had fought and defeated Flitwick, the man who could just about beat Dumbledore himself.

None of the Old Man's teachings were working. Despite focusing on his family and friends, his magic refused to comply, and his anger was growing palpably. While admittedly that might affect it, he suspected this wasn't the case, as it had not had much of an effect before.

Deciding he needed a break from the hour-long magical workout, he settled into the meditation position Severus had taught him. Dumbledore had given him some tips but overall had become more of a recluse, much like himself. The scars on his back had yet to heal, and he refused to take his shirt off anywhere public, even fought the Nurse at the Cup when she had tried to get him to sit up. Eventually he had been flipped and tied down, as gasps of horror emanated from the others.

They had stunned him immediately, and when he woke up, it had been in Potter Manor, with his back bandaged. In the rage borne from that he had torn them up, and seen the wound in his mirror. It was an ugly blackened line of skin and muscle, as it seemed the Healers had managed to put a dent in the recovery. But he didn't want to recover.

He ensured it would always stay there, to remind him of his idiocy and naivety, that he has limits and he needs more training. So every morning when he got up, he looked in the mirror. His emerald eyes, black hair, shadows of a future beard, strong chin, high cheekbones, average ears, into the pools of liquid that made his irises. The glass that seemed to have shattered on that fateful night, that arrogance and foolishness borne from laziness and passive behaviour.

So he stood up, and looked upon the wall opposing him. He had one chance, as he imagined Voldemort's visage, or at least what he believed it was. An older Tom with a fierce frown and deep growl. He had one chance to destroy the man before he was killed himself. So he channelled every emotion, rage, anger, sadness, joy, pain, love, hate. He used every single one, breathed in, breathed out.

And casted.

Nothing.

'GRAAHHH!' he screamed it out to the ceiling, as he fell to the floor, wand slipping to his side, slumping. Nothing was working. His magic was broken.

—-

Sitting at the Ravenclaw table for the fourth time was a boring affair. He had far more pressing matters to attend to, especially on the verge of discovering the secret of the Ligthsabers. While he couldn't cast magic, he'd been practicing sensing it. And he could feel the energy here. He could make his and his friends' dreams come true, become real jedi, something that would have been far more unrealistic for mundane children. Not for Warlocks.

They would allow him to concentrate more, because they were a weapon for the confident, the wary, and the strong. They were meant for a true warrior, and now was his time. He would become powerful enough to stop Voldemort, end this war once and for all, truly have a family. So, with finishing that thought, he turned to Dumbledore's final words. Everybody seemed shocked by them.

'-Wizard Cup. There will be two wizarding schools joining us, Beaxbatons, from France, known traditionally for their High Class and, due to no small part, their Arrogance, as well as Durmstrang, from Norway, known for their Powerful Wizards and notorious for their training in the Dark Arts. While they are all children and I do encourage new friendships as the point of this tournament is to grow allies and international cooperation, I want you not to offend any of them. We may be the most prestigious school, that doesn't mean we should grow egos. The Downfall of the Greatest in History is their Arrogance.' With that, he sat down and raised his hands for the meal to begin, while rumours and talk began amongst the many tables.

'So, how pretty do you think the French Birds will be? Eh, Harry?' It was Ronald.

'I am sure they will be attractive, though admittedly my focus lies more in why they are below Hogwarts, and Durmstrang.'

'They're sex-specific schools, so Durmstrang is all-boys, Beaxbatons is all-girls. It's meant to reduce sexual distractions and allow people to be more comfortable in their environments, since someone might be so distracted by their opposing sex, or so uncomfortable by them, their grades suffer. They're well known for their rivalry, since those that don't make it into Hogwarts typically go there.' Blaise spoke in a calm manner, as Harry was startled by his appearance. He really needed to focus more on his environment, than just exits.

'Where do those of the gender that don't belong to the school go to? It seems like a pretty major disadvantage for all the French guys to be uneducated, and I doubt Swedish girls appreciate being denied an education.' Ronald asked a question that didn't apply to Quidditch. Even more surprising.

'Well, they're two sides of the same coin. As there are only three schools in all of Europe, and unless at least one of your parents were in Hogwarts, it's almost impossible to get in, lest you are a Muggleborn who shows a lot of promise. So any boys in Europe who don't make it go to Durmstrang, and any girls go to Beauxbatons. It really takes away from their "Reputation' since there are really only 17 schools in the entire world, excluding Carnasia. But that's for Veela and Libidine only. 16, now that I think about it, one of them is in ruins and being rebuilt.' Draco had been taught by his mother, so not too surprising.

'I've never heard of Carnasia until recently, what is up with it? How is it only Veela and Libidine? And do individuals of either species go to school outside of Carnasia?' Harry was really curious, as the book had hardly gone into it, and the globe only showed an undetailed map.

'Ok, this is super complicated and I'm not sure I can totally get it in one sitting, so I recommend the library, but I can give you a run down.' Draco was from the Black Family, and as a result had very faint ties to the Poterimus. He didn't carry the genetics of those who had Libidine or Veela blood in them, but he would have been taught some history.

'Carnasia is a continent, the Wizarding equivalent to Antarctica, only it's ruled by the Veela and Libdine in an ironically overpowered ward the keeps it's temperatures to a level that is nigh-on unlivable, with heat that extends to levels of 65.5 celsius, as they are creatures that live in naturally hot environments. In the Carnasian War, they took over that land from Wizards and a peace treaty was made, thus entrapping them into that ward, with very little ability to leave or get in, controlled by the native peoples.' Harry nodded, but was a bit curious.

'What's the Carnasian War?' Hermione, the knowledge-seeker, finally asked a question.

'Not right now. Anyways, it is divided into two countries, Sarania, and Mentara. Sarania holds the Libidine, Mentara the Veela. Occasionally they mingle to breed, and the resultant offspring goes to that genders Capital. Really, that's all the general public knows, though yes, individuals do go outside, as you know. It's very rare that those that do leave, don't go back with a mate taken from the outside, to increase the gene pool and prevent inbreeding. In fact, it has only happened twice, with the Poterimus and Bones families. Thankfully, only the main line inherits the resultant abilities, as it is a nightmare. You are not the first time the Poterimus lineage has been reduced to a single member because of a mad-man, or, I suppose, mad-woman.'

'Really? Why?' Hermione was practically begging, but at Harry's own confused face, a scowl crossed Dracos.

'C'mon, Potter. You and I need to talk.' His friends tried to follow, but they were refused, while Harry's confusion only grew.

They arrived at an abandoned classroom and he was shoved in while Draco locked the door and sat on a desk, looking pointedly at him. Now the Ravenclaw was really confused, his friend was acting very strangely, and this erratic behaviour probably didn't bode well.

'What do you know about Wizarding Culture, Potter?' The cold tone threw him off, and responded as best he could.

'I read a bunch of books in the Potter Library, and was told about the Goblin War by my account manager.' The sigh that came from the Malfoy Heir put him on the defensive, but before he could respond they started their explanation.

'Then you are severely lacking. Most of Wizarding History is spread by word of mouth, from generation to generation. Most ancient families hold a record but it is hidden and used only in emergencies. The Potter one was lost ages ago, and nobody has found it since. As such, it falls to me to teach you our history. I don't want to do this, But it has to be done. So you will sit there, and listen. Got it? Harry nodded.

'Good. There are six major wars. Name them.'

'Well, there is the Goblin War, the… Carnation War? I don't know any others.'

'Palpatine, Troll, Muggle, and Time War. They are the keys to understanding how we got here. There are some of the more minor ones, Goblin Rebellions, you know, the stuff Binns goes on about. But he was a Half-Blod of a minor family. He didn't know the secrets our Society that hide in the deepest depths of our hearts, that we never forget and never repeat to another soul because it haunts us. I'm going to describe four, as they were the most important, the other one was just the creation of Carnasia.'

'Why? Why tell me?' Harry was seriously confused by his behaviour.

'Because every Ancient Family is important, and yours is one of the greatest. Those who don't know History are doomed to repeat it, and you WILL shape our future. First, the Goblin War.' Draco took a deep breath. 'It was the time our people were destroyed, reduced to three different populations as the rest of the factions were killed off. The Light, Dark, and the Grey. They survived because they were uniquely adapted to learn every type of magic. It happened a bit before the founders, as they were the first to master and teach every aspect. Hufflepuff taught Yellow and Dark, Ravenclaw Blue and Light, Slytherin Green and Purple, and Gryffindor Red and Pink, with some crossover.' Harry nodded as he carefully listened to each one, memorising them.

'Each has a Modern-Day equivalent, though I can't recall them off the top of my head. That was basically that war, the Fall of the Factions is another name for it. Then there is the Palpatine War. The most important of all, and the end of most families. Hundreds fell, reducing them to thirty, as the Champion of them all, Sheev Palpatine, also known as Etherion Potter.' Harry gasped.

'H-How!? What!?' Draco looked upon him in sadness.

'The Poterimus family was thriving, Ireland was the most powerful country in the world as their Rulers were incredibly powerful. Then, the heir was assassinated by the King of England, who had been seeking more territory. It sent the world into chaos, and the King became depressed. His Third Heir became crazed, and began reuniting people to take revenge. Etherion Potter was angry, thirsted for vengeance, and he was fierce about it. Started running rampant, beginning in North America, all the way to Australia, Japan and the Ottoman Empire. His power was insatiable, his hunger for revenge unquenchable. The only one who could stop him, was his Father. So, when Marcus Potter-Peverell rose from his throne, it is said there was a world-wide shiver.' He began speaking with passion, and Harry was enraptured by his explanation.

'The Father traveled the latest country to fall to his son's hand, Russia, and stood tall. Some tell tales of Earthquakes, Volcanoes erupting and a massive battle. But no, it was one simple spell launched. The birth of the Killing Curse came from that fight, launched by the Son as the Father sacrificed his life. In his grief, Etherion, or Sheev, killed himself, as his older brother took the Irish Throne, rebuilt his country and gave up his Kingdom. Such was the tale of the Father and Son.' Draco blushed as he realised what he'd said, and backed up. 'Sorry, I love that one. My Mother read it to me every night before bed. Anyways, we should move on to the Troll and Muggle War, with the Time War being last.' Harry nodded.

'The Troll war is infamous because it took down one of the most infamous families ever, the Blacks. I said that you were not the first time the families had been so reduced, and I was not joking. About 250 years ago, the Troll population was at an all-time high, and becoming incredibly dangerous. Muggle sightings of them induced such myths as the 'Bigfoot' and 'Sasquatch' as well as 'Yeti', though that is an actual class. They were far more intelligent back then, and had created a society, but Wizards wouldn't stand for it. Follow so far?' Harry nodded, motioning for his friend to move on.

'So the Minister at the time, a Blood-Purist, declared open war on them. Instead of integrating them, creating more space and allowing them to develop, he decided to eradicate all of their kind. So everyone took up arms, as the Wizard army grew to battle the upcoming threat, who themselves began preparing as soon as news reached them. All able wizards and witches, even those from ancient families, could not escape the call to action, as despite being a Blood-Purist, the Minister was from a relatively new Pureblood family, and had little respect for those above him. He wanted to see them extinct, so his own house could take power.' Harry was a bit confused why the man would do that, but asked Draco to keep going.

'The biggest target for him was the Black Family, who had begun changing from radical purists to the grey. He ordered everyone in the family to war, and as a result nearly wiped them out as all were killed by the Trolls. Only one, Arcturus Black, survived. The war ended soon after, with the extinction of almost every kind of Troll and endangerment of the rest, as none of the others were as heavily targeted. As such, they came out relatively intact. Arcturus was heralded as a war hero, and overthrew the Minister, charging and executing the man with crimes against an Ancient and Noble family.' Harry raised his hand, and Draco nodded.

'What's the difference between an Ancient and Noble and Most Ancient and Noble family?'

'Nothing, there are just Muggleborn, or New-Blood, Elder families and Ancient and Noble. The title Most Ancient and Noble is technically the right name, but informally we ignore the Most. Some can reach Elder and Noble status or just Noble, but it hasn't happened in over a Hundred years.'

'Why?'

'Ancient status is only granted to original families, which means the highest rank you can achieve nowadays is Elder and Noble, and as a rule imposed by Merlin is unshakable. Elder status requires 10 generations to have passed of purely Wizard blood, though a Half-blood would still count as a Pureblood, and continue the line. Noble status is granted by heroic actions in battle by a family member, and even an out-of-the-gate Muggleborn could achieve Noble status for his or her family, though that has only happened ten times in History.' Harry nodded, waiting.

'The issue is that while it says any Heroic Action, it really means the defeat of a Dark Lord, and as that has only been committed by Dumbedore and you in recent History, both already of Ancient and Noble status, there has been no reason to elevate anyone. Now, let's move back, to the Muggle War.' Draco took a deep breath, and began once more.

'The Muggle War is the infamous battle that happened between Muggles and Wizards, long, long ago, that drove Wizards to essentially create a second earth. Not out of Fear, or being defeated, far from it, they were actually victorious, but out of fear that they would misuse their power over the weaker peoples. Really it is pretty simple. Ancient Muggles wanted Magic, thought they could steal it from Wizards by killing us because Muggleborns killed us and grabbed wands, casted magic. It was also the cause of the Pureblood belief Muggle Borns were those who stole magic from Purebloods, though this was debunked.' He paused, took a sip of water from a cup he'd pulled out of nowhere, and continued.

'Wizards pushed them back, and became fearful they would destroy the Muggles, who were essentially their cousins, like Gorillas, and began researching ways to hide. It was through this research that the Memory Charm, Fidelius, and Space Expansion Spell were discovered. Using the last one, they created new lands, and doubled the size of the planet. Also, the Cloaking charm was used to hide islands the Muggles didn't know about, such as the secret Bird Island, Or Phoenixa, and Carnasia, though the latter was more of a later creation, and the former an Island that was cloaked some hundred years ago, I think.' Now, Draco breathed in deeply, as they had reached the end.

'The Time War was fierce. It was Chaos, and is older than our entire race. It is said to hae been the event that destroyed civilizations, and brought about the extinction of the most ancient race to have ever existed. Our only records are kept hidden, relics and books each Ancient Family kept to themselves, written in a secret language that took Thousands of years to crack. While there is one museum in Germany that was gifted with many of the leftovers that were found by the people, protected by all the governments, it's findings and exhibits are tiny compared to the vast amount of knowledge collected by the families. The Peverells were said to have the largest collection, and once they merged with the Potters, it was an undisputed fact. Somewhere in your Manor, will be the greatest storage of artifacts from the Time War anywhere.'

'Can you tell me about it?' Harry was now hooked on his words.

'It is said to have been fought by two ancient races, the Gallifreyans-' Harry gasped, but it went unheard. '-And the Daleks. One sought to observe and catalogue the Universe, never interfering, and one sought to convert it to their way of life. I haven't had a chance to read the notes so I only know superficial details, but suffice to say, one Time Lord went rogue, and, sacrificing his people and planet, destroyed both. No one knows where he is, though some say he will show up again to restore his home and save his people, though The Potter collection likely has something about him. In the end, that is all we know of the Last Great Time War, the greatest and most terrible battle to have ever, and will ever, been fought.'

Draco now stood up, scheduled their next meeting and left, leaving Harry to stew this over as he walked up to Ravenclaw Manor, now considering the implications of what he'd now learned. One thing was for sure, and that was he was going to be exploring Potter Manor as soon as possible.

—-

Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Malfoy Fortune and Descendant of the Great Black Family. He was always taught he was special, spoiled rotten and treated like a prince, despite belonging to a merely Elder House. As such he was always taught that he deserved anything he asked for, and that Muggle Borns were a blight on society's paper.

Then, he met Harry Potter. The boy who taught him that he did not deserve the world, demonstrated Humility despite his technically Royal Status. It showed him how his parents were wrong, and that the world was a dangerous place, and he needed to change if he was to survive. So he decided to do the unthinkable, what his father would describe as the worst act ever, and befriend a Weasley.

They had talked for sometime, eventually turning from hostile to standoffish. After some weeks, they developed a tentative friendship, and soon blossomed into best friends, bonding over their shared love of Quidditch, Harry Potter, and, most surprisingly, politics. Each was interested in it, though Ron in the workings of the Auror department, and he in the Wizengamot. Ron, realizing that he'd found someone who might help him in that area, grew even more excited, and Draco had smiled. Actually smiled, at a Weasley. Even now he shivered at doing such a thing again.

As he reflected on that, the Gryffindor walked down the hallway, heading up the stairs toward Gryffindor Tower. The walk was a long one, and as he went, Neville Longbottom caught up, the two walking together as they had found a friendship there as well. How his Father would cry at those he'd chosen to ally with.

'Hey, Draco, how are you?'

'Pretty good, Neville. It seems Harry hasn't gotten proper education, and I'm quite glad I get to teach him.' His clumsy friend frowned.

'What do you mean? Didn't Dumbledore say something about training him?'

'Well, yeah, but that's in magic. The man may be a master politician, but he isn't from an Ancient and Noble family. The only reason I know it is because my mother is from House Black, otherwise it'd probably fall to you or Greengrass. Though I doubt Daphne would be able to stay conscious long enough to do so.'

'Yeah, boy is into him. Bet she's super happy she lucked out with him as her betrothed. Though I do wonder if her parents would have accepted anyone else…' Neville looked pensive.

'It was her grandparents, remember? And it's doubtful, their allies are few and the Grey faction is growing smaller every day. Something is causing them to begin choosing sides, and it's been happening for a while. Besides, most families were betrothed by then, so she likely wouldn't have found an untethered suitor as worthy.' They were till four floors away.

'Yeah. When do you think she'll break? I guarantee at least the Yule Ball.'

'What do you mean 'Break'?' His confusion was clear, and Neville smiled.

'I forget you weren't raised by very accepting Pureblood parents. I mean when she'll drag him into a broom closet and have her wicked way with him, despite the curse. We can all see that even if he has been distracted since the World Cup, the Blood Curse is weakening. We've all heard her practically rave about the fact he will hold her hand and even gave her a hug once.' Draco laughed, and pulled out five Galleons.

'Day of the arrival of the schools, 100%, Take the highest odds you can give me. It will happen.' Neville pocketed the coins, planning on handing them over to the Twins once they arrived, who were managing the pool. Thankfully, Harry didn't know, and Daphne was 50/50.

'What makes you so cocky, Malfoy?' His friend smiled, and a shiver went up his spine, fear crawling up like a spider.

'Because I happen to know a certain person coming on the Beauxbatons carriage, family, and may or may not have told Greengrass about her.' Now Neville was just confused.

"What makes this arrival so special?

'She is related to me on my Father's side, 6th cousin. We keep in touch. Her name is Fleur Delacour.' Neville gasped. Shit.

'You mean, Fleur Delacour, daughter of Apolline Delacour, the Rebel Veela? Who left Carnasia, took a mate and didn't go back?' Draco nodded. 'Shit! Of course she will! But… won't that cause problems?'

'Oh yeah, and I look forward to seeing the fight.' They had arrived at Gryffindor Tower, and entered. Neville walked over to the Twins cursing under his breath, as Draco's en point date would beat out his vague bet.

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