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Harrison jumped off of the dueling table with ease. Riddle immediately made his way over a new light in his eyes. It was curious. What did that look mean? XIII beat Riddle to it. He slung an arm around Harrison's shoulder and pulled him close laughing maniacally.

"That was great," he announced loud enough to be heard by everyone in the Hall, "I haven't seen you make someone look so stupid since you became King."

"King," came Dumbledore's cold questioning voice.

Harrison growled low in his throat as he turned towards the old man. He answered, "Yes, Headmaster. I am the King of Nightingale. King is a title given to the student that is the strongest. Challenges can be made throughout the year and when one graduates they can make their successor."

"You?" Came Lily's shrill shriek.

Harrison watched as she and James pushed through the crowd. Disbelief was written all across their faces. He was tired of this. Loyalty was the aspect of the House of Lupus very similar to that of Hufflepuff. Before he arrived at Nightingale they were considered the lowest House. They rarely made it into the 3rd rank and never had one of their own obtained the rank of King.

It was his and XIII's arrivals that had changed everything. Despite being first years they had the fire of Leos. His blood was showing it's true colors are he tried to rally the other members of his House. Having Battle Magic as one of his electives in his first year gave him an edge. Early in his school years he was learning jinxes and curses as well as how to defend against them. Battle Magic actively put them against other students both individually and in groups. His group the Black Hawks were founded by him and co-founded by XIII much to the lazy teen's annoyance.

Words were not enough to gain the confidence of his House. Strength alone was not enough to win against someone eight years older than him. Every day had been a struggle to do more than survive his school. Every day he spent as much time as he could afford in the Battle Magic Halls. He couldn't neglect his studies or apprenticeship otherwise he'd end up expelled. It was a fine balance.

He had done and now he stood in front of his parents. Not only as King of Nightingale but as representative of the school. Students looked to him first before taking action. Time to prove his pride as a member of the House of Wolves.

Harrison bared his teeth in a wolf like fashion as he said, "Yes, me. You would know that mother if you ever paid attention to my life at Nightingale. You would have known I was in the process of uniting the Four Houses under a single banner if you bothered to listen to me. All you had to do was listen to me once my first Yule back at the manor."

"We didn't ignore," she tried but he cut her off.

"You did. When I tried to explain what I did in class and show you my grades of the term you cut me off. All you wanted to talk about was my sibling who were in Muggle primary school."

The two sputtered but it was Dumbledore who tried to jump in and make them look better, "Now my dear boy, surely you're exaggerating. Your family loves. Just because you're jealous that siblings have magic..."

"Don't even go there Dumbledore," interrupted Harrison his green eyes flashing as the air grew hot, "I have proven time and time again I have magic. In front of all these witnesses and the Blessed Mother herself I defeated my brother. The only one who could have challenged me for the right of Heirship. Unless you're going to continue with the lie that I am barely above that of a squib. Which would make Jacob? A squib?"

A broken sob came from the direction that his brother was. However Harrison never let his eyes wander from the old man. He didn't meet the twinkling blue eyes. No matter how skilled he was at Occlumency he would not risk his secrets against Dumbledore.

Murmurs broke out across the Great Hall. Students who previously wanted him to be put in his places were now watching him in awe. The flakey love of the public. It made him want to go to the Spacial Hall for those who had a Spacial Magic Mastery. Spending most of his time in the library researching his different projects.

He couldn't. Facing this was part of his duty as the King of Nightingale. He had to show that he was strong and that he could protect them.

Dumbledore scoffed, "Of course we are the best school."

"Really? I don't see any sponsorships or apprenticeship offers here?"

Dumbledore opened his mouth to argue but was cut off by a 17 year old from the House of Styx, one of Harrison's own, "Didn't hear of Hogwarts even being invited to the Internation Youth Dueling Circuit. Most schools at least send one team but in the four years I've attended you haven't been there."

Eon stepped out of the crowd. He was a pale from his time spent in the library with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Standing at just over six feet tall he towered over many of the other students around him. From Germany his accent tended to be thick when he was passionate about a topic. He was entering his final year at Nightingale and intended to become a full time Curse Breaker with Gringotts. Already the goblin banks were bidding over who would get him first when he graduated. A rare honor amongst humans.

"Nor have I seen Hogwarts at the scholars conferences," came another voice sickly sweet with false friendlyness this time female, "Surely as one of the top schools you would be invited."

Blue, while not part of the Black Hawks was a key advisor to the group. Her last name was unknown to all but the professors of Nightingale. That caused immense frustration to the Hogwarts professors. She was only fourteen but was already considered a Master Scholar. She was a short girl reaching barely five feet. Despite her youth she had silver hair and eyes. Few knew this but she was in fact a seer. Harrison had kept her secrets for many years and would continue to do so.

Dumbledore looked between them looking as if he sucked on a sour lemon drop. Behind Harrison the Nightingale students closed ranks. Hands were on wands or CADs ready to fight. The Hogwarts students had given them space allowing professors to step up behind Dumbledore.

James unlike most of the others was not hiding his hostility. He had drawn his wand and looked seconds from firing curses. Riddle came up so that he stood shoulder to shoulder with Harrison. The air around them became unbearably hot and was obviously unnatural.

Behind them a bang sounded as someone threw open the doors. Cool hair rushed inside cooling the tempers of those who had faced off.

An American accented voice called out, "Now what's going here? Put that wand away Lord Potter. Don't you know attacking a student is an arrestable offense? Not to mention attacking students who sought refuge is an act of war? Does no one pay attention any longer?"