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This is part 2 of my Yrrah serie, you'll probably need to read part one before this one to follow this one.

A young girl rolled her shoulders before reaching towards her back and pulling an arrow from the back quiver. She twirled it in her fingers before placing it on her bow. Pulling the string back, she took a deep breath before releasing the string and letting the arrow fly only to groan in frustration when she hit the outer ring of the target.

"You're holding your wrist in the wrong position." A voice startled her, turning around Hermione saw a man she remembered from Yrrah's memories. "Lady Hermione, I presume?" the elf bowed in elvish greeting

Hermione nodded and repeated the greeting. "Yes, and you must be Lord Dominic? Yrrah's weapon teacher?"

"Yes I am," the warrior smiled. "May I?" Dominic moved closer and took an arrow from the quiver. He gestured to Hermione to line the arrow up. "You should hold your wrist like this." Soft fingers moved Hermione's wrist, "Keep your elbow at this height and both eyes open. You can see twice as much."

Hermione let the arrow fly and while it didn't hit the inner circle, it was a little closer than the previous arrow. "Better, well done."

"But I still missed the target." Protested Hermione, slightly disappointed.

Dominic smiled. "You cannot learn archery in a few shots, it takes months and months of practice and even then you won't always hit the target perfectly in the middle. Now, could you tell me where young Aran is hiding?" asked the elf warrior, "Word has reached us that he returned two days ago and he has yet to visit."

"Yrrah is talking with Merlin and Godric." Hermione still couldn't believe that those two… actually that whole Yrrah's family was real. And alive. "They've been in the headmaster´s office a lot."

"Head-master office?" repeated Dominic looking up to the castle. "Oh, you mean Merlin's study? Thank you, Lady Hermione. I know the way."

"Wait," Hermione called before the elf made its way to Hogwarts. "Yrrah is very confused and he asked for some time alone."

"My student might think he wants to be alone but what he thinks he needs might not be what he really needs." Reasoned Dominic. "So it is true, Aran's parents are not the enemy we thought?"

"Yrrah might be taken by someone the Potters thought was their friend," answered Hermione. "And we've gotten very close to the people that are possibly his parents. They have been looking for their son since Yrrah arrived here. Yrrah has been struggling with everything. But Merlin looked into it and with the new information, he thinks it's the truth. Yrrah is Harry."

The elf took a moment before he responded. "It is easy to forget that Aran is still a child, but do not worry, I know how to get him to talk. How is the other boy? Neville?"

"He has been spending most of his time with his parents." Smiled Hermione, looking towards the hospital wing. "They mumble and it's hard to understand sometimes but Neville is just glad they are aware and can talk."

"You must feel pretty lonely." Mussed Dominic. "Well, follow me, I'll have a talk with that student of mine."

Hermione pulled her wand and with a switch, she collected her arrows. Together they walked into the castle while Hermione's mind rattled with questions. "Yrrah told me only elves may call him Aran, why is that? And should I call him Aran while we're in Myth?"

"It's an elvish custom." Answered the elf. "While we might call Aran by his birth name sometimes when talking to humans. It is a sign of respect to call an elf by their earned name. Only my ada calls me Idril. However, this is our culture, our customs and if you don't know the proper background you might accidentally insult someone. If it is something small like trying to make one of our meals, it's okay if you recognize that it is elvish and tell those you cook what the background is. Ask yourself; are you borrowing something from an ancient culture and pretending that it is new? And for the warrior name, are you recognizing the elvish significance, or are you following a trend? When you call Aran by its warrior name. Are you calling him that because you recognize his strength as a warrior and leader or are you calling him Aran because we do it and it is fun?"

"I think I understand." Nodded Hermione. "I'll just keep calling him Yrrah, or maybe Harry if he decides…"

"Aran will find the right path." Dominic smiled. "He is blessed by the Valor to be wise at his age. Which all of you need with such a great destiny. I do not envy your burden."

Hermione fell silent for a moment. "I never thought about it being my destiny." Admitted the twelve-year-old with a frown. "Just helping Yrrah with his."

"While Aran is the main one the prophecy spoke about it is as much your burden as it is his." Stated the elf warrior. "The Valor chose you as much."

They arrived at the tower. Hermione knocked before entering. The first time she had seen Merlin's office she had been surprised how much alike and yet so different it was from the Headmaster's office. Both had a large number of books, strange instruments, and parchment everywhere. However, there weren't any paintings and this office had more comfortable chairs. In one of those chairs sat Yrrah. His face was pulled into a mask but his body was tensed, with his arms crossed over his chest.

Merlin was looking out of the window, he turned and smiled when he heard them coming in. Godric stood near his son, flipping through the pages of a book, and ignored the people coming in.

"You okay?" asked Hermione mentally reaching out to Yrrah.

"Sirius broke into the headmaster's office." Reported Yrrah, speaking out loud to not exclude his teacher. "He begged Grandfather to ask me to return to England so we can talk."

"Okay, so what are you going to do?" asked Hermione, dropping down next to the younger boy.

"Nothing." Grumbled the young boy, tensing up. "I'm just going to stay right here."

Godric rolled his eyes and looked at Dominic. "Ho ablad an lasta ben sam nia ha." *he refuses to listen or think about it*

The elf narrowed his eyes and pulled a glove from his belt, throwing it at the ground near Yrrah's feet. "lytha ú-gaun!" *Pick up coward!*

A wave of something rippled through the air and while it was familiar, Hermione couldn't identify what it was. Until she felt the anger over the mind link and saw the fire in his eyes. It had been Yrrah's magic, rilling off in waves. "Û, Avon." *No, I refuse*

Dominic shook his head, looking down at Yrrah with disappointment. "Chen fuion!" * You disgust me!* spat the elf. "I thought you were a warrior."

Yrrah narrowed his eyes at the offending glove. He could feel the anger pulsing through his magic and felling off him in waves. Within seconds the glove was in Yrrah's hand and Yrrah jumped to Dominic to grab him before jumping to the training field.

"Ready your sword!" ordered Dominic, his Sindarin while usually very musical now held a biting tone.

Yrrah unsheathed his sword and immediately went on the offense. Dominic easily parried the angry swings, stepping out of the way from the thoughtless swipes. "What are you afraid of?" demanded the elf to know.

"I'm not afraid!" shouted Yrrah.

"Last time you told me how you wished to find the Potters' son." Reminded Dominic. "That they were good people. Why won't you see them?"

"I don't want to!" in anger, Yrrah made a mistake and Dominic took use of it and pushed Yrrah to the ground. Jumping up, Yrrah moved in again.

"Don't lie to me!" commanded Dominic, sidestepping and tripping the young warrior. "What are you afraid of?!"

It took a half-hour of dueling before Dominic finally got an answer.

"What if they keep me there?!" a few tears were appearing in Yrrah's eyelashes, mixing with the sweat dripping from his forehead. "I love Myth, this is my home and if there wasn't a prophecy, I would never return to Earth."

"Could they keep you on Earth?" Dominic lowered his sword and took a knee next to Yrrah, wrapping an arm around the small shoulders.

Yrrah shrugged. "They might reverse the emancipation and then by magic law, I could be forced to stay with them. They could keep me away from Hogwarts. Not allow me to train."

"Do you think they would do that?" asked Dominic. "If they knew about the prophecy, if they knew how much you love Myth and Hogwarts, would they be the sort of humans who keep you away from the things you love or would they be open to see and accept what it is that you love?"

Yrrah once again shrugged and leaned in his teacher's embrace. "I don't know. They might."

"What if we bring them here?" suggested Dominic. "Talk with them about the prophecy and what it means. Explain why Merlin decided to bring you here. If you see their reaction, you might get a clear view of what to expect when you return to Earth."

"I'm not ready to see Lily and James." Admitted Yrrah small.

Dominic nodded. "How about the professor, the dog?"

There was a moment of silence before Yrrah stated, "I can talk to Sirius."

"Ready to go back?" asked the swordmaster, looking at the tower where he was sure that Godric and Merlin were watching them. Yrrah took Dominic's hand and jumped back to the tower office, scaring the three people looking out the window.

"Aran has decided to speak with his professor." Announced Dominic. "To discuss this discovery."

Years of practice allowed Godric to catch his son running into his arms and hugging him tightly. The knight kissed the lightning bolt scar and softly asked if Yrrah was feeling better now.

"I might have been born Harry Potter, but I haven't been a Potter for many years," mumbled Yrrah, his voice muffled by Godric's cloak. "I don't feel like Harry Potter. I feel like Yrrah, I know how to be Yrrah and I know who I am."

"You will always be Yrrah." offered Hermione, mentally reaching out. "But is it the worst thing to talk to Lily and James? We know them… They might be open to meet with your parents, they could help with reaching the prophecy. The Potters are good people."

"I know." Yrrah's calm toon was a real improvement from the angry denials that had been coming from him the last few days. "But what if they try to keep me on earth?"

"You can just jump from whereever they might try to keep you." argued Godric, rubbing Yrrah's back. "I agree with Merlin, let's bring the Potters here. We can explain what happened, show the memories. There might be some righteous anger but I would be angry and challenge them to a duel."

"You said you preferred to talk to your teacher." Reminded Dominic. "Onur and you could jump to earth and bring this teacher here the same day."

"That is a great idea!" stated Merlin.

"Diola lle." Nodded Dominic.

"But only Sirius." Said Yrrah resolved. "I'm not ready for the others. Or if Onur doesn't mind staying for a little while, Hermione's parents? I know you miss them and Neville and I both have our family here."

"That's really sweet." Smiled Hermione, "But while I think mom and dad would love it here for a few days, they are not used to magic and this might be too much of a shock for them… I would like to see them if it is possible to travel with you?"

Yrrah nodded from the safety of his father's embrace, before looking to his grandfather. "Grandpa, could you send a message to Sirius that Hermione will be in our quarters before the start of the summer vacation if he wants to talk. Don't tell him I'm coming too, I don't want them to try something."

Merlin nodded and went to sit in his chair with his eyes closed.

Meanwhile, Godric looked between the elf and his child. "Soooo who won? I have 5 chores on this."

"No-one." Answered Dominic. "We both lowered our sword."

"Damn." Grumbled Godric, ruffling Yrrah's hair while glaring at Merlin. "I am willing to bet that the old man is a secret seer."

"Grandpa just knows much because he is old and has lots of experience." Laughed Yrrah.

Merlin opened one eye, "Watch who you're calling old." He grumbled jokingly. "And now you're not in your mood, why don't you take Hermione for a ride to the village? I am sure it would do you both good. It might take some time before your professor comes back to hear our answer."

"Yes sir!" chorused the two.

Hermione and Yrrah made their way down the stairs when Yrrah bumped his shoulder to hers. "I'm sorry I've been such a ... a…"

"Don't worry about it." Hermione laughed bumping right back. "It's been confusing and you are allowed to have your feelings. Are we going to the elvish village?"

"Yes, let's just ask if Neville wants to join us." Grinned Yrrah, jumping from the last step. "Do you know how to ride?"

"Not really." Admitted Hermione. "I've ridden a pony at the carnival, but someone was guiding it."

Yrrah looked at the dress she was wearing. "You should change into some pants. I'll get Neville and ready the horses."

When asked if he wanted to see the village, Neville hesitated because he didn't want to leave his parents but his mom pushed him to go with his friends, claiming the elder Longbottoms were going to nap anyway.

Yrrah saddled the horses by hand and performed cushioning charms and stabilizing charms on the saddles for good measure.

When Hermione and Neville found Yrrah, the younger boy was cuddling with the horses, rubbing their noses and cooing complements. "I told them that they should behave and they promised that they would." Assured Yrrah as he folded his hands together to offer Hermione a boost to get on her horse. They didn't wear helmets, something Hermione commented up but Yrrah assured them that with magic, they were safe.

Neville was the first to dig his heels in the flanks and set off. The horses knew the way to the village. Yrrah and Hermione looked at each other and grinned. They spurred their horses on, catching up with Neville.

Éowyn and Hedwig, who had become friends right away, flew with them, sometimes disappearing between the trees before appearing next to them.

Surrounded by his friends, in the place he felt most at home, Yrrah's heart felt lighter. He was the only human alive who could jump to Myth from Earth, as far as he knew. If anyone would try to keep him there… they didn't stand a chance.

And as he looked at Hermione's smile, Yrrah couldn't help but wonder why he worried in the first place.

During their latest visit to the village, Onur and Yrrah were discussing the plan while Hermione was practicing archery and Neville worked on his swordsmanship. They had been in Myth for five days and there was a feeling of peace among the trio.

Neville, who had never had his parents, loved the morning breakfasts and the evenings where he would sit with his parents and talk about what he had done that day. Yrrah never had friends and his family together and enjoyed showing his friends around. And Hermione loved to see her friends so happy and enjoyed learning from the founders. Especially Rowena took a shine on the girl, spending hours in the massive library if nobody would interrupt them.

Hermione lowered her bow, taking up her sword instead. "Yrrah, shall we practice?" she asked while swinging her sword. "I could use some pointers."

Onur looked at his former students. "Aran, Cin gar goltha?" *Aran, you have been teaching?* he asked curiously, while nodding to Hermione.

"Athon im gar." *Yes I have* Yrrah smiled before looking at Hermione and continuing in a language she understood. "They saw me practice and wished to learn. Hermione and Neville have been great students."

"I will be the judge of that." Maeghen smiled, pulling her sword. "You of all people should know Aran, that you need different teachers to become a good swordsman or woman."

Yrrah gave a nod in understanding and gestured to Maeghen to go ahead. "Remember Maeghen, teaching. Hermione just picked up her sword for the first time nine months ago. She is also human, with human reflexes."

"I will be kind." promised the elven maiden. Some elves came out to look, most notable Dominic who was going to observe and advise the young human.

"So, we will leave tomorrow." Onur casually continued. "I get a whole week of vacation without Maeghen or you telling me at what time I should be home."

Yrrah grinned. "That's what I hoped you would say."

"You have grown, Aran." Commented the elf jumper. "I feared that earth would chance you into a human, you have returned with our values and traditions still in your core. It will be a privilege to serve under you if we ever find ourselves on the battlefield."

"It would be an honor to fight side by side." Yrrah placed his hand on his heart and bowed his head to his former teacher in respect. "I made some good friends on earth, some humans are good and kind. However, there are some who are not… It can be difficult to find who the good ones and which are not."

"They are not elven." agreed Onur, noticing how it could be difficult to recognize kindness. "They will not lose their beauty and turn into orcs if they are not kind."

"Well, you wouldn't say that if you saw Ronald Weasley." Joked Yrrah, with a groan pushed the young warrior himself up. He rotated his shoulders, before bowing once again with his hand on his heart. "Suil vain."

"Navaer." Onur nodded back, his hand on his heart.

Having noticed that Yrrah and Onur finished their conversation, Maeghen and Dominic stopped their lessons to Hermione and Neville. As they bid farewell with thanks for their lessons, Neville surprised the group by using Sindarin to thank Dominic.

"Your mother gave me a book when I told her I was interested." Admitted Neville shy as they rode back towards the castle. "The gardeners don't speak common, and I don't want to keep asking people to translate. My mom and Helga are helping me study."

Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh, do you think I could borrow it after you're done?" asked the book-loving Gryffindor.

"I could ask Stoddard to give you a few lessons." Offered Yrrah. "He taught my family when they arrived and also taught me all-speak. Nev, are you planning on staying here this summer while your parents recover, or do you want to return to your grandma after a week?"

"I want to stay here as long as I can." Admitted Neville, looking ahead to the castle. "I mean, I would like to spend a week with our friends but I just got my parents back."

"We understand." Nodded Hermione, spurring her horse on so she could ride beside Neville. "I would want to stay with my parents if I was you."

"Then it wouldn't hurt to learn Sindarin." Stated Yrrah. "I mean, it will take months maybe even years before your parents could live without the magical boost Myth gives them. We could spend part of the winter break here. And maybe Easter, if that's alright with you, Moine?"

"I love spending time here but I also have my mom and dad…" there was a slightly hesitant tone in her voice which the boys completely understood. They knew what it was like to be away from their parents. As they rode into the stables, they found Salazar was waiting for them.

"I don't care what you say," the potion master grumbled as he took the reins of Yrrah's horse. "But your parents send you to a horrible school."

"Why don't you guys go in," chuckled Yrrah, jumping from his horse and moving over to help Hermione from her horse. "This might take a while."

Hermione took a hold of Yrrah's hand and jumped down. "Oh, I want to hear this." stated the girl.

Neville excused himself to go to the kitchens and help with dinner. Even though the young Longbottom heir had been here for less than five days, Neville had gotten to know Salazar's rants, when visiting the hospital wing. Neville shook his head in amusement and after tying the reins, disappeared into the doorway.

"What is it this time uncle Sal?" asked Yrrah, unbuckling the belt from his horse. With a little thought, the saddle and bit floated to the closet and the brushes moved to take care of the grooming. Yrrah noticed that Hermione had undone the belt as well and her saddle followed Yrrah's. In the last few days, she had become quite the rider.

"Have you read that filth that you call a potions book?" asked Salazar before he went into a familiar rant.

*Didn't he go into this rant two days ago?* asked Hermione mentally.

Yrrah shook his head in amusement watching the last saddle float to the saddle room and the brushes float to take care of the horses. Hermione made sure that there was enough water and food before sitting down on a ball of hay, pulling Yrrah with her. Yrrah smiled when Hermione leaned her head against his shoulder and produced a book from somewhere.

When Godric came to look for Yrrah, the usual banter between the two founders started which was followed by a duel. The Longbottoms came out to watch, Alice leaning heavily on Neville and Frank being pushed in a wheelchair by Helga.

Neville helped his mother sit down before taking a seat between her and Hermione. "You know, no-one of our friends is going to believe us if we told them that we saw a duel between Gryffindor and Slytherin." Joked Neville, just as Salazar used water from the lake to lift Godric into the air.

Hermione hummed and watched as Godric fought back by waving his hand and making robes appear binding Salazar. "Well, I would never believe the founders were like this… they act like… like…" Hermione was looking for the right words.

"Yrrah and Sirius." Finished Neville.

"Sirius and I don't act like that." protested Yrrah, slightly insulted.

"Oh, you so do." Laughed Neville. "The dueling, the banter…"

Alice giggled as she saw the youngest of the three children glare at her son. "Oh Yrrah, you have your age to hide behind. And if Sirius is still the same wizard as I remember 10 years ago, I would have no trouble seeing you duel with him like this." Her voice was weak, but she was no longer stuttering. Having her son with her made a lot of difference according to Helga.

Next to her, Frank let out a snort. "I ha… have n..no do..doubt t…that sssiri is a… a b. k. ." the Longbottom Lord had been held under the cruciatus curse for longer than his wife had been, making the recovery a little harder and longer.

"Neville is just as bad." Responded Yrrah, sending a gush of wind to his brother in all but blood, causing Neville to tumble over. Neville got him back, pulling Yrrah down with him. The two looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Yrrah rolled his shoulders, feeling the elven warrior armor over his tunic. Godric smiled and draped a cloak over Yrrah's shoulders and started to fasten it. After the knot was done, Godric held his hands on Yrrah's shoulders for a second before pulling him close in an embrace. "You are my son, you'll always be my Yrrah." Whispered Godric, taking in Yrrah's forest smell in. "but you can never have enough family."

Yrrah's fingers twisted into the cloak of his father's tunic. "I will be back in three days." Promised the eleven, almost twelve year old. "You'll like Sirius, he's a good man, could be a knight if he was a little more mature." Blue eyes looked in similar eyes of his father before letting out a soft laugh. "Well… It's not like maturely is a limitation if you want to be a knight of the round table." Yrrah joked, a twinkle in his eye.

"Oi, I can be very mature!" protested Godric. Rowena and Helga had to cough to hide their laugh, looking away when Godric turned to glare at them. With a flick of his wrist, the silver band Arthur Pendragon wore when he was still a prince was summoned. Godric placed it on Yrrah's head, "Don't forget who you are. You are a prince, you don't owe an explanation to anyone. Nor can anyone force you to do something you do not wish to do."

Yrrah straightened and reached for Hermione's hand. While Yrrah was dressed in his elvish tunic, the twelve-year-old girl was dressed in a simple dress with a similar cloak as Yrrah wrapped around her shoulders. If they removed the cloaks, Hermione's outfit wouldn't make muggles blink twice while Yrrah would turn a few heads in the muggle world but probably assume he's in some sort of medieval play. Neville quickly hugged both his friends, wishing them good luck and both Helga and Rowena gave them a quick kiss on the forehead. With a last nod to the group, Onur placed hands on Yrrah's and Hermione's shoulders and the group was pulled back to Earth.

As was usual, Onur dropped on the couch to restore his energy after making sure that the amulet that would warn him if Yrrah was in trouble touched his skin. Hermione checked the date with a tempus charm and found it was only three and half days after they left earth.

"I told you, time goes differently in Myth, faster." Stated Yrrah as he used a few spells to clean the little cottage.

"It's still strange, we've been in Myth for a week and only three days passed here…" she gasped. "Yrrah! It s the sixth of June. The Quidditch game! It starts in an hour!"

Yrrah's eyes widened and he quickly took Hermione's hand. All the different plans where Yrrah would stay hidden until he was ready to face Sirius were thrown out the window at the mention of one of his favorite pastimes. Yrrah jumped himself and Hermione to the entrance of Hogwarts where they split up. Yrrah went to the changing rooms to prepare himself for the game, Hermione decided to find Sirius.

Breakfast was still going on when Hermione entered the Great Hall. When she noticed that Sirius was at the head table, with a moody face stabbing whatever was on his plate. She tried to make her way over to the animagus table without being noticed.

The twins however noticed her and Fred kicked Oliver who was moaning about the loss of his seeker. The captain blinked twice before jumping up. Wood climbed over the table in his haste to get to Hermione. "Please tell me my seeker has returned as well." He pleaded, shaking Hermione by her shoulders.

Hermione let out a soft laugh and softly stated, "He is waiting for you in the changing rooms."

With a cheer, Wood ran out of the great hall. Probably to scold his seeker for disappearing and almost missing quidditch.

The Great Hall silenced when they noticed the return of one of the missing students.

"Hermione young lady!" George took Hermione's hand while Fred moved over to hug her sideways. "I seem to miss two shadows?"

Hermione smiled, clearing her throat to make sure everyone's attention was on her. "Neville is with his parents." She turned her eyes from the twins to McGonagall. "Professor, I have a note from Alice Longbottom. She is recovering so her handwriting might be a little shaky but she wishes to pull Neville from Hogwarts a week earlier. Aunt Alice missed ten almost eleven years of Neville's life and wishes her son close to get to know him."

Whispers broke out, the older purebloods who knew what had happened to the two Aurors began to spread the word. Hermione walked up to the head table, making sure to look at Sirius to tell him with a look that she wanted to talk, before handing the note over to her head of house and deputy headmistress.

"That is impossible!" protested Dumbledore. "The Longbottoms have been in st. Murgos for years, nothing could be done for them!"

"Test the note, see if the signature is true." Argued Hermione, which McGonagall did, and gasped when it turned green. "Neville asked us to collect his exam scores. For now, he's helping his father learn to talk again, and making small walks with his mother. I'm sure you understand why he chose to remain behind."

"I wish to talk with you in my office about the reason for your abrupt departure in the first place." The headmaster's eyes twinkled but Hermione wasn't fooled and she could feel gentle probes.

"It will have to wait until after the game. Yrrah is already in his uniform and would probably want to attend this meeting, after crushing Ravenclaw, sorry Padma, Terry." The Gryffindors cheered and started to push their breakfast in quickly to get the best seats. Hermione noticed that Ron and Seamus had an angry look on their face. Clearly not happy with Yrrah or her returning to Hogwarts.

"Professor Black? May I have a moment of your time?" asked Hermione softly looking at the professor. "I believe we should talk about what happened."

Sirius hadn't been prepared to hear that Harry… Yrrah had returned. Being caught off guard wasn't usual for the Grim but ever since the trio had entered Hogwarts it seemed to happen more often. "Uh, yes miss Granger. I… uh… shall we make our way to the pitch while we talk?"

Hermione nodded and waited until Sirius joined her. They left the hall before Hermione started. "Yrrah wants to talk to you before he speaks to Lily and James. His grandfather and Y have been watching the memory of how he found Yrrah again and again, together with the looks and Voldemort's word… Yrrah agrees that he might have been born as Harry Potter but wants you to meet his parents first."

"They are not his parents! James and Lily…" protested Sirius.

"Might be biologically his parents but Y has been raised by a family that loves him very much." Interrupted Hermione. "People who I got to know and am certain if they had known, they would have found a way to contact James and Lily." At the anger on her professor's face, she continued. "We knew before everything that Yrrah loved his parents, that is not going to change but as Yrrah's father said before we returned to England, you can never have enough family. Would you be open to meeting them on the island? You'll probably have to stay there for a week before someone can arrange the travel back to England."

"I… I…" Sirius looked conflicted. "I should talk with James and Lils first." He decided. "But I am open to travel to the island."

Hermione nodded, understanding. "We'll stay here for a day and a half, leave before the end of the year feast and visit my parents before going back to the island."

"What is it like?" asked Sirius curious. "We've all been dying to find out about Yrrah's home."

Hermione let out a dreamy sigh. "Amazing. Like nothing we expected." she frowned and tilted her head as if she was listening and thinking about the connection between her and Yrrah, she probably was. "What were the reactions from the teachers at the incident on the third floor?"

"Mostly angry, it shouldn't have happened." Stated Sirius. "The wards should have kept the dark lord out of the castle. I think Dumbledore knows something or has suspicions."

"We'll find out after the game." Shrugged the twelve-year-old. "But first, let´s see if Wood has finished scolding Yrrah."

So, the first chapter of part 2 is finished. The next few chapters will focus more on Hermione and Yrrah as they try to figure out how to deal with Yrrah being Harry. I´m still debating whether Yrrah will announce his birth name at the start of year 2 or later on during the tournament.

Please leave a review and tell me what you think.

With love

ShyLily