(A/N: This is going to be one of the most important chapters in the entire story. You can consider it to be a 'calm before the storm' type chapter. Read it attentively.
In some portions of the story you will find I have used the term Asian just to signify people from Far-East region.
DISCLAIMER! This has been done just to show their heritage, culture and looks. No way do I support, encourage/promote and racist ideology/belief or hold any racist or hostile feeling towards anyone of Asian or Far-East origin. I love their culture very much. Hope readers will enjoy the story with open mind. Thank You and Enjoy!)
Chapter 6: Help Always Comes to Those who are in Need
Three more days passed in that manner. Every morning in the Great Hall, Harry sat along with Susan with the hope that the person who wrote the letter will come to his help, but no one came. Not even a letter. Instead came howlers.
First few days were a mess, but after a bit Elf-magic (courtesy of Dobby the House Elf, who had decided to bond with his 'Great Master Harry Potter Sir') no more howler arrived to them. All the incoming howlers were dealt by Dobby.
Since the day Harry had made the proclamation about Susan Bones being under the protection of House Potter, no one tried to approach either of them.
Hannah Abbott Susan's (ex)best friend came to shout at her for consorting with the cheater.
A great row took place between them resulting both of them pulling their wands. But before either could cast a spell at each other, Harry casted the disarming spell and the Knock-back jinx which made Hannah crash to the nearby wall.
Another fourth year Hufflepuff, Ernie Macmillan, in turn casted a low powered Incendio which Harry narrowly missed and hit Hannah Abbott instead.
Other Professors came at that time and gave all four of them detentions.
But Harry refused his detention and with a smirk stated that a Champion may or may not attend any class or detention for making preparation for the Triwizard Tournament.
McGonnagall began fuming and deducted House points. But when Harry gently reminded her that she was deducting House points from her own House, she stormed away in anger.
Harry did not allow Susan to attend the detentions because she was "under the protection of House Potter". Both Hannah Abbott and Ernie Macmillan went away angrily muttering cuss words.
In spite of the Harry's declaration, most of the student community did not seize their attacks on Harry. It rather increased.
Susan also shared a large portion of the torment that Harry was receiving. They were caught with 'occasional stray spells' which had a sudden increase in the hallways (according to the ignorant teachers).
But one incident took place that made both Harry and Susan wish that death was far better than living.
Fleur Delacaur, the Beauxbatons Champion, and Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang Champion met in a deserted classroom in the fourth floor.
"Vat do you want?" Krum asked a bit irritated. Since the day Harry Potter's name had come out of the Goblet of Fire and became the Second Champion of Hogwarts, Viktor's mood has been grumpy. He badly wanted to teach that boy a lesson for cheating his way into the Tournament.
Fleur replied with contempt in her voice, "I want to teach zat boy a lezzon... zat he will never forget." Just like Viktor, Fleur also wanted to teach the 'leetle boy' a lesson for messing with his 'superiors'.
Viktor became very interested.
Then Fleur unfurled her plans of 'teaching a lesson to the leetle boy'. By the end of their conversation, both Viktor and Fleur were smirking evilly. "I am in." Viktor replied and both shook their hands.
November 7, 1994
Thursday
Time: 7:30 p.m.
Harry and Susan were both returning back to the Room of Requirement. They took a turn in the Seventh Floor Corridor when both heard two consecutives, "Stupefy!"
Harry with his quidditch reflexes ducked immediately grabbing Susan along with him.
"Ahhhhhh?!" Susan cried.
Both Harry and Susan turned only to see, Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacaur, wands drawn at them.
"What do you want?!" Harry cried, dodging one of Krum's Flipendo hex.
"You leetle boy, dared to cheat in ze tournament, is more zan enough for uz to curse you!" Fleur cried.
Harry understood that trying to reason with them will do him no good, he in turn decided to send a chain of spells in retaliation, "Flipendo, Incendio, Diffindo!"
The first two spells missed Fleur but the third spell was caught by Fleur's left cheek which caused her to scream in pain.
Fleur saw red. 'How dare zat imbecile boy try to harm my beautiful skin?!'
Fleur slowly transformed into her Veela form.
Raven feathers started to appear on her skin. Two balls of fire appeared in her palms. Even Krum was a bit intrigued by her transformation and a bead of sweat formed on his temple.
"Ro...ahhhhhhhh!" With a deafening cry, Fleur threw the two balls of fire at the direction of Harry and Susan.
Without even thinking, the boy-who-lived, unknowingly hissed in parseltounge,
" ~Protego Maxima!~ "
A large invisible shield buzzing with powerful parsel magic collided with the two balls of fire and was reflected back to its caster and her companion. Before either of them could think what had happened, they were knocked out because of the two orbs of fire that hit them.
Harry and Susan, seeing they had a chance to escape, ran as fast as they could. They opened the door and quickly went inside and closed.
Harry cried, "Lockdown!" The doors of the Room of Requirement became magically locked and no one could enter from outside.
Both lost the support of their feet and abruptly sat on the floor, panting heavily.
After a while, Susan, when finally stabilized her breathing, broke down crying. Harry quickly pulled her in his arms and started comforting her.
"Why Harry do we always have to suffer?" She said between her sobs. Harry had no answer because he wanted to know the same thing: why indeed?
"Sometimes, I wish I had died the same night along with my parents. At least I wouldn't have had to be a part of these sufferings!"
"…" Harry took a sharp intake.
Hearing Susan's proclamation, Harry remembered her family history regarding the death of her parents.
Susan's parents, Edger Roger Bones and Patricia Emmeline Bones, were part of Dumbledore led vigilant organization- Order of the Phoenix, which was more of a scouting group than a vigilant organization. Both were firmly against the Voldemort's Pureblood supremacy ideology and offered resistance against him. So, one night, Death Eaters had raided the Bones Manor, and Edger and Patricia Bones lost their lives while defending themselves. Susan was very lucky that she was sleeping at that time in her crib and was silent the entire time. By the time Amelia Bones (Susan's aunt) came back from Auror Office the Death Eaters had put the Bones Manor on fire. When she came, she luckily managed to collect the dead bodies of former Lord and Lady Bones and the crying Heiress of Bones Family. Since then, Susan had lived with her Aunt 'Ami' in the reconstructed Bones Manor in Norfolk.
Harry gave a faraway look before he quietly said, "Sometimes...I also wish the same thing...Sue..."
Unbeknownst to them, a group of people watched the entire thing that had happened through the lens of a Telecasting Orb which was disillusioned and had been hovering over them since the last few days...
(A/N: The Telecasting Orb is much like a muggle CCTV Camera only it is wireless, can be disillusioned, are small, can easily float/levitate and works with magic)
November 7, 1994
Thursday
Time: 7:45 p.m.
Location: A Dark Room in a castle in Norway.
A group of seventeen people were sitting in a dark room around a long rectangular conference table. Eight of them in one side, another eight in the other side and another person was sitting in Head of the table.
All of their eyes were stuck to the 292-inch screen, which was the only source of light in that room. The live telecast of what was going on the seventh floor of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was being displayed.
"Sometimes, I wish I had died the same night along with my parents. At least I wouldn't have had to be a part of these sufferings!" said the voice of Susan Bones, Fourth Year Hufflepuff.
"Sometimes...I also wish the same thing...Sue..." said the voice of Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, Fourth Year Gryffindor and the Fourth Champion of Triwizard Tournament.
Most of them had a mask of indifference but internally they were raging.
"How dare they do such a thing to one of our brothers?!" A man with copper blonde hair and amber eyes screamed and broke the silence in the room.
"Calm down Leon" said a brunette woman who was sitting beside him. Young couple. Husband and wife. Both in their mid-twenties.
"How can I stay calm Ariel, after what I have seen and heard just now?! Two fourteen-year-old are not only being bullied and also are mentally tortured by the entire school that is making them feel that death is better than living!" The man named Leon shouted. The woman named Ariel sighed.
After Leon's outburst everyone remained silent for a while.
Then a man with sandy blonde hair and Avada-green eyes, who was clearly in his early thirties, spoke up, "Did you notice the boy..." then he thought for a second and corrected, "...no...the young man...spoke in parseltounge and imbibed parsel magic into the Protego spell and enhanced it by at least thirty-percent?"
Everyone of them nodded. The sandy-blonde haired man whistled, clearly impressed.
Another man, present in the group, who looked like was in his early twenties with flowing jet-black hair, said, "So every intel that your Family has collected so far is correct then?" looking in the direction of a seventeen-year-old Asian young boy.
The young Asian boy who was questioned simply nodded, implying 'yes'. The boy's name was Tatsuya Shiba.
"Inique, Incroyable! Étonnante!" (Unique, Incredible! Amazing!) The man with jet black hair, named, Morrigan said in French, "Nous n'avons même pas eu à combattre un basilic vieux de mille ans quand nous avions douze ans." ("Not even we had to fight a thousand years old basilisk when we were twelve.")
All of them nodded once more.
At that moment sixteen of them, sitting on either side of the table, shuddered and noticed a visible pale red aura was emitting from the figure that was sitting in the Head of the table. The Head of their Grand Family.
In the Head of the table, a young auburn-haired boy (no more than fifteen in age) with amber-blue eyes, that would make anyone fall in love with them, was sitting. But if anyone has had seen those eyes at that moment, the person would have grabbed everything he or she had near him and would have run away as far as much possible from him.
Those amber-blue eyes were glowing dangerously. Raw power was evident in them.
The young man whispered in an icy cold voice, "Enough is enough!"
Beads of sweat rolled down from each of their forehead hearing the young man's icy cold proclamation.
He continued, "Everyone pack your belongings, Great Britain awaits us tomorrow."
Everyone of them nodded.
"Let's check what exactly is going on in our Realm and why one of our Family members is being exploited and harmed." He continued.
Everyone else present in the dark room could only imagine what Fate might be waiting for the British magicals the next day.
November 8, 1994
Friday
This date will forever be marked a red lettered day in the history of the British magicals. This date would be their reminder how they had royally screwed up in the past which almost resulted extermination of British wizards and witches.
November 8, 1994
Friday
Time: 6:30 a.m.
Harry Potter woke up early the next day. He looked around his surroundings and found a tiny mess of red hair on his chest. He recollected the events of the previous night. Both he and Susan had fallen asleep on the floor of their suit after the ordeal of the previous night.
Harry rubbed his bleary and tried to get up when he felt a weird sensation in his groin region. Something was touching 'it'. He saw Susan's HAND was on his 'little brother' and 'he' was standing upright and erect.
Harry's face turned a brilliant shade of red. He slowly tried to remove her hand from 'him'. This caused Susan to stir up. She slowly opened her eyes and yawned.
"Yawwwww...Good morning Harry...yawewww..." Susan muttered between her yawns. Then she felt a poking sensation in her palm. She saw with her bleary eyes that she was gripping Harry's 'little brother' which was standing erect, forming a tent within his pant.
All remaining amount of sleep left Susan's eyes immediately. She cheeks grew warm and her face turned scarlet out of embarrassment.
"Ummm...uh..." She couldn't find to explain any words to give an excuse.
Finally, Harry said, "Umm...look Sue-"
"I am sorry...I am very sorry..." Susan kept on rambling about how sorry she was.
Harry at first gave a blank look because he felt very confused then realization took place in his mind and understood why she was apologizing.
Harry said, "Ummm...Sue...I know that you did not do it intentionally or anything... we were both in sleep…and...so... it's okay..."
Susan nodded feeling very embarrassed and a bit uncertain. Slowly both stood up and went into their bathrooms attached to their own respective rooms. Both stared at their reflections in the mirrors and were lost in their own thoughts.
Harry thought that Susan looked quite cute while being flustered and embarrassed.
Wait 'cute'? From where did that thought come? He thought.
Susan was quite embarrassed as the scene replayed in her mind. Although she felt embarrassed, she also felt quite flattered because Harry had found her attractive enough to get 'reactions' from his 'little brother'. She also thought that he looked quite cute when he was flustered and embarrassed.
Wait cute? From where did that thought come? She thought.
Once again what had happened after waking up replayed in each of their mind and both their faces turned scarlet.
Harry and Susan cautiously approached the Great Hall. Both were still shaken up from the previous night's ordeal.
They entered the Great Hall and glanced at the direction of the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables where the Durmstrang and the Beuxbatons were sitting respectively. What the both saw, turned their blood cold.
Fleur and Viktor were looking at them. Both had a mask of indifference, but their eyes gave them away. Their eyes had a dangerous gleam that promised pain.
Both Harry and Susan did well to hide their nervousness. Both sat together the far end of the Gryffindor table, near the doors of the Great Hall (as usual).
The doors of the Great Hall were never kept fully opened except on the days of festive events like Halloween and Christmas. It was always kept partially open.
Harry and Susan were about to take a bite of their food when the air around them suddenly felt very heavy and humid but not suffocating.
'What is going on?' Harry thought with a look of confusion.
At first, he thought that he was imagining things, but then he noticed the same look of confusion on the face of Susan and many other in the Great Hall. Gradually, Great Hall became quieter. Many were whispering among themselves about what was going on.
But one thing was clear to everyone present: something very powerful was in their vicinity.
Everyone one present in the Great Hall, teachers, students and the guest schools all were thinking the same: what is going on? When suddenly-
Then the doors of the Great Hall flew open with a loud BANG! Everyone visibly flinched and winced even the Heirs of pureblood families who were taught occlumency from their childhood.
Through the doors entered sixteen people emitting a powerful magical aura that made everyone else present in Hall shudder with awe, wonder, and most notably in fear.
All sixteen of them stood in a semi-circular formation. Most of them had pale skin and aristocratic looks. Two of them (one male and another female) from the looks looked to be Asians from the Far East region. Different people present in the Great Hall had different reactions at their arrival.
Reaction of students of Hogwarts
Most Hogwarts students had a good beginning that day. Most of them were either chatting with their peers about that day's upcomming classes, or were reading the Daily Prophet (Rita Skeeter again wrote something about the uprising of Dark Lord Harry Potter) or were having their food. Whatever they were doing, they all suddenly stopped because they, for the first time since they had arrived at Hogwarts, felt the air around them heavy. Nothing suffocating, but still heavy, as if filled with magic...
They all were wondering what was going on when suddenly the quarterly opened the doors of the Great Hall opened fully a tremendous speed with a loud BANG! that made most of them wince.
Most were wondering what just had happened, when a group of sixteen comprising both men and women of different age group arrived and stood in a semi-circular formation. All of them had aristocratic features. The muggleborns, the half-bloods and purebloods, all three blood groups understood that they were definitely high upstanding individuals not to be messed up with.
They all were wondering just who were they, when Headmaster Dumbledore stood from his chair and spoke in a commanding and with a bit harshness in his tone, "Halt! Who are you all and what do you want?"
Reaction of Beauxbaton students and Fleur Delacaur
The Beauxbaton students had a great morning that day. Most of them were chatting while having their breakfast in the Ravenclaw table, when suddenly they felt a weird sensation. A sensation that they were very familiar while their study in France. This sensation occurs due to magical humidity. A sudden increase in the concentration of magic in any place causes such a phenomenon. Understanding, something or someone of immense magical power was very near them, they all started fidgeting.
Fleur was also talking to her best friend, when she felt the air around her become heavy because of something (or someone) of immense magical power was near to her.
Her Veela senses were telling her to run away as far away possible from there. But she remained seated, because she thought arrogantly, 'azz if anything can harm me, Fleur Delacaur, elzest child of Jean Delacaur, French Minister for Magic.'
All of them were wondering what caused the sudden increase of magic on when suddenly the doors of the Great Hall flew open with a BANG! and through it, entered a group of sixteen individuals who were the source of sudden immense amount of magic.
The students Beuxbaton Academy of Magic, could swear that they had never seen anyone of these men and women in their lives, except ONE of them.
The moment HE had entered the Great Hall, the Beauxbatons students and their Headmistress knew that something was VERY WRONG if 'HE' had to come to Britain all the way from France.
The man, that the Beauxbaton students were thinking about, had flowing jet black hair and grey-coloured eyes. He had a sharp nose and a straight jaw. He was wearing pale-black robes and a jet-black cloak.
Fleur Delacaur had a sheer suspicion who EXACTLY were these people and she wanted to be badly wrong about her suspicion.
Entire Beauxbaton students, outwardly showed nothing but inwardly were shaking with fear. They had heard about the exploits of this group of people. 'They' are LEGENDS not only in entire Magical Europe but also in the entire Magic World.
If something had truly happened, and the matter was serious enough to reach the ears of 'THESE' people, Fleur, along with other students of her school, prayed to any Higher Deity that would listen and prove her/their suspicions wrong.
But the moment the saw different House Crests on the robes of different members of the group, she/they understood that her/their prayers were futile.
The Crests were: A Lion, an Eagle, a Snake, a Badger, a Raven, a Wyvern, a Thunderbird and a Three-headed dragon.
At that time the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, stood up raising his wand at the group and spoke angrily, "Halt! Who are you all and what do you want?"
The Beuxbaton students flinched at Dumbledore's tone. Fleur thought, 'Doesn't he realize just who are they?!'
The Beauxbaton students thought that God might just have mercy on them...
Reaction of Durmstrang students and Viktor Krum
The Durmstrang students had a great beginning too that day. They had completed their routine training in the field and were in the Great Hall. Most of them were chatting while having their breakfast at the Slytherin table, when suddenly they felt a very powerful sensation. A type of sensation they feel routinely whenever they come in contact with a powerful magical artefact. But this time the sensation they were feeling was a hundred times vaster than they had ever felt earlier. They understood the implication: sudden increase of magical humidity due to presence very powerful magical being in close proximity.
Viktor Krum was reading a magazine named Quidditch Monthly Saga, when he suddenly felt the air around him become thicker and thicker because of something (or someone) of immense magical strength was near to him.
He had felt such eerie sensation when he had studied Dark Arts in his school. His subconscious mind was telling him to leave the hall immediately and return back to their ship! But he remained seated, as it would be bad for his image if he ran away like a scared girl!
All of them were wondering what was going on when suddenly the doors of the Great Hall flew open with a loud BANG! and entered a group of sixteen individuals who were the source of sudden immense amount of magic.
The students of Durmstrang Institute of Magic, could swear that they had never seen any of them in their lives, except THREE of them.
The moment those 'THREE' had entered the Great Hall, the Durmstrang students and their Headmaster knew that something was VERY WRONGif those 'THREE' had to come to Hogwarts all the way from Germany, Bulgaria and France.
All three whom the Durmstrang students had recognized, were men.
One of them had had flowing jet-black hair with grey eyes and looked like he was in his early thirties. He was from France.
Another one of them was a man with copper blonde hair and amber eyes screamed that made the Durmstrang students internally scream. He appeared to be in his mid-twenties with a brunette woman was holding his right arm. She was the man's wife, no doubt. He and his wife were from Germany.
The last man whom they had recognized, was a man with sandy blonde hair and Avada-green eyes, appeared to be in his late thirties. He had aristocratic looks which defined his 'pure breeding' many purebloods of Durmstrang thought. This man was from Bulgaria.
The Durmstrang Champion understood who these people 'EXACTLY' were these and this time he truly did not care about his image and wanted to run away like a scared girl far away from them. He had no wish to ever cross his path with ANY of them.
The students of Durmstrang had heard only myths about this group. 'They' are revered not only in entire Magical Europe but throughout the Magical World.
If something had truly had happened that garnered the attention of this group... the Durmstrang students prayed to any Deity of Higher Order that could hear them, they themselves were not involved in the matter whether directly or indirectly.
The moment the different House Crests appeared above the left breast of the different members of the group, they lost all their colour.
The Crests were: a Lion, an Eagle, a Snake, a Badger, a Wyvern, a Raven, a Thunderbird and a Three-headed Dragon.
At that time the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Dumbledore, stood up, raised his wand towards them and spoke in a harsh commanding tone, "Halt! Who are you all and what do you want?"
The Durmstrang students flinched at Dumbledore's tone. Viktor thought, 'Doesn't the senile-old-fool understand just who are they EXACTLY?!'
The Durmstrang students thought may God just have mercy on them...
Reaction of Albus Dumbledore
Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, the Chief Warlock of Wizengamot; the Supreme Mugwump of International Confederation of Wizards and the current Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had a great morning.
He was sitting on his thrown like chair in the Great Hall looking over the students of his as well as guest school. He was sucking his favourite lemon drop.
'Ahh...nothing better than a lemon drop...' He mused.
Suddenly he felt a great rush of magic that washed the entire school. Albus Dumbledore suddenly became alarmed. He had not felt such a great rush of magic in many years. 'What has caused the sudden increase in the magical humidity in the castle?'
He wanted to immediately search the source of such immense amount of magic. Before he could do so, he felt a sudden change in the wards of Hogwarts. He had lost the control over the wards of Hogwarts! He could not even the check what was going on throughout the castle anymore!
Before he could even stand up from his throne...er...chair, suddenly the large doors of the Great Hall flew opened at tremendous speed with a loud BANG!
The large mighty doors of Hogwarts which actually required the support of ten people just to move it slightly. The same doors opened so easily that also with such amount of speed, astonished Dumbledore to a great extent.
Before he could even contemplate what was going on, a group of individuals entered. At first a confused Dumbledore thought to himself, 'just who are these people?'
The aristocratic dress they were wearing made him think that they were pureblood Lords and Ladies, but then he remembered never ever seeing anyone of them in any of the Wizengamot meetings or in any Ministry Ball gatherings.
Then he looked closely (by the time these sixteen people had form a semi-circular formation) and found... that they were emitting the vast amount of magic.
For the first time in many years, the Great Albus Dumbledore felt... fear.
Fear of Unknown.
He quickly stood up and raised his almighty Elder Wand at them and in a harsh tone commanded, "Halt! Who are you all and what do you want?"
Then his blue eyes caught with the amber-blue eyes of a young auburn- haired boy, no more than fifteen by age, that stood in the centre of the group. He gave Dumbledore a small smile which, Dumbledore understood, promised: pain.
Harry and Susan saw the young auburn-haired boy with amber-blue eyes, that unnerved both of them, step forward out of the semi-circular formation.
The auburn-haired was wearing vermillion robes with golden linings and a brown medieval mantle-like cloak was wrapped around his shoulder. The boy looked to be around the age of fifteen.
Harry quietly asked to Susan, "Sue, do you know who are they?" Susan replied in negative.
In right side of the boy there was a girl with pale skin with a slight dusting of freckles on her cheek and dirty blonde hair. She had Caribbean-blue eyes. No one could deny that she was stunningly beautiful.
On the left side of the boy, two Asians, a tall boy around the age of twenty and a young girl around the age of sixteen.
The tall boy was wearing a black muggle suit with skin-fit pant and the girl was wearing a designer cerulean-blue full-sleeve top with a matching full-length skirt with stockings. The boy had trimmed black hair and the girl had silky long flowing jet-black hair.
The auburn-haired boy scrutinized Dumbledore for a moment before speaking in a firm and loud voice mixed with a little humour,
"I am very disappointed Supreme Mugwump Albus Dumbledore..."
Albus Dumbledore's eyes twitched hearing his title with which he was known internationally.
He thought, 'Perhaps they are foreign diplomats?'
The auburn-haired boy continued, "... that you could not recognise me..."
The boy shook his head in a dramatic style before he again continued but this time there was not a single trace of humour. This time a certain amount of sharpness that could even pierce a solid metal was present in his voice that gave shivers to all the occupants of the Great Hall (excluding the members of the group of seventeen).
"...nevertheless we have recently discovered that a member of OUR Family...has been subjected to...great difficulties...throughout his entire childhood...and due to this recent Death Game, the Triwizard Tournament, has suffered a lot and has received unfair and unjust treatment because of his unwilling participation in this damn Tournament...and this has caused our...severe displeasure..."
Harry had lost all his hope after after waiting for a couple of days of receiving any help from this so called 'Unknown Family'. Now, that he was proven wrong, he wanted to dance around with joy. But another thing made him more happier: He had a Family? He thought, 'Are they Potters?'
Harry was brought out from his musings when he felt a tight pressure on his hand. He turned and saw Susan's eyes were shining and had a hand covering her open mouth.
Although he was very happy, Harry could not help but think one question: who are these people anyway?
Albus Dumbledore suddenly felt that he had aged at least another fifty years. A family? How could that boy have another family apart from Dursleys?
Although he knew the answer yet he still asked with a shaky tone, "Who-whom are you talking about?"
The auburn-haired boy simply replied,
"Harry James Potter, of course..."
Just after the proclamation the entire Great Hall burst into large round of shouting, mocking, jeering, cuss words and so on.
The auburn-haired boy, clearly amused at the sudden unexpected turn of events, watched the entire scene unfold rapidly.
He absorbed all the cuss words directed at him with humour.
'Let them shout as long as they want…. Because what is going to hit them just moments later…well it will change there life for ever... well whether the change will be for better or worse... well Time will see...'
After ten minutes, when the hall finally calmed down and silence reigned once again, he began speaking once again, "Finished?" He asked mockingly.
Then a ginger haired boy rose from the Gryffindor table and shouted at him, "You're lying!"
He turned towards the ginger haired boy, "Can you please clarify Mr...?"
"Weasley, Ronald Weasley." The ginger haired boy growled. " You are lying that you are Harry Potter's family! We all know that he is the last the Potter!" The ginger haired boy, named Ronald Weasley, shouted.
"Well, thank you Mr. Weasley, this proves that you at least know something about the person for whom you were paid to befriend and give him company all these years..."
Everyone's head turned in the direction of Ronald Weasley, who turned extremely pale at the sudden proclamation. Then he became very angry and raised his wand in the direction of the auburn haired boy and said, "You bastard, I will have-" he could not speak anymore because he was hit by a silent and wandless Silencio charm by the same auburn haired boy. Everyone gasped at the sudden display of wandless magic.
"Surely...we will continue this discussion this another time...but what he said was true...Mr. Harry James Potter is indeed the last person with the name Potter..."
"But the problem is not you are considering that we are not Mr. Potter's family...no...the problem is in the word 'family'..."
"Because we are not Mr Harry Potter's 'family' with small 'f'...we are Mr. Potter's Family, with capital 'F'..."
The eyes of all the purebloods and the teachers widened in realization.
House Potter was a part of a Grand Family!
In the wizarding world the word 'family' in spite having same meaning, different situations demands different interpretations. In the wizarding world, he word 'family' with small 'f' implies: parents, grandparents, siblings and other relatives.
But, the word 'Family' with capital 'F', signifies only one thing: a Grand Family.
"Who..who..a-are yo..you?" Albus Dumbledore asked with fear evident in his voice.
The auburn-haired looked at all the members of the Great Hall before snapping his thumb and index-finger, thus cancelling the charm that was hiding his Family Crest.
The moment the House Crest appeared on his robes, the Hogwarts, Beauxbaton and Durmstrang staffs, all the pureblood students, even some of the half-bloods of all the schools turned deathly pale at what the crest was.
A golden coloured dragon with unfurled wings which was about to take off was neatly trimmed on the vermillion robe's background where the motto of the family was sewed neatly, 'Nosce Teipsum'.
The auburn-haired boy said the next few words with loudness and vigour,
"I am, Lord Arthur Pendragon the Seventh, Head of the Royal and Arcane House of Pendragon of the Ten Master Clans and the Head of the Grand Family of Pendragon and the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Avalon."
Arthur Pendragon looked at the entire hall with his now radiating amber-blue eyes that dared anyone to refute his claim.
"Let the game begin..." Arthur Pendragon silently whispered to himself.
The entire population of the Hogwarts (excluding the sixteen individuals) had different thoughts going in their heads, but one thing was pretty much clear to everyone...
All of them were now in very deep shit...
(A/N: Hello readers! Hope you all liked this chapter! Next Chapter is going to be a very important one. The next few chapters will be the focal point around which the entire story will revolve. The next chapter may take some time to come, as many delicate matters are there in it, which are to handled with care and caution...Hehehe...sounded more like a precautionary warning on a carton full of glass items...Anyway, see you next time...)