Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

Chapter Four: Of Explanations

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Harry to say the very least was freaking out. His godfather had just
slapped him!

Was this going to become normal? Was Sirius just going to be a repeat of his uncle?

He couldn't stay here! Quickly Harry began to pack his trunk. He wasn't quite sure

where he was going to go but he was going to leave here before things could get

worse! But what about his cloak and broom? He would need his broom to fly away

and his cloak so that Sirius wouldn't see him leave! In his head as he was packing,

Harry was developing a plan to get back two of his most precious belongings. They

had to be in the ex-convicts office! That was the only place in the house that Harry

didn't have any access to. He was shuffling through the contents of his trunk one last

time when he found the mysterious letter that he had been reading the night Sirius

came and rescued him from his relative's home.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We of Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts are pleased to invite you to study at our

academy. Because you are of the correct linage and have preformed great tasks throughout the years,

you have been deemed fit to learn at our school, as one of the eight selected in this year. On August

28, at exactly three-oh-five PM this letter will turn into a portkey that will transport you to our

school. Please have your belongings ready for pick up. We hope to see you soon.

Yours truly, Staff of Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

But this time he looked at it closely enough to see the PS after the signature.

PS- If you wish to arrive earlier or later on the same day as stated above, just tap this note with you wand and say "Andraste." And it will take you to the meeting area.

'Perfect!' Harry thought. It was nearly midnight now so he would have the whole

night to get ready to leave before Sirius would wake up.

The early morning came to soon for Harry. It had taken him nearly an hour

to sneak downstairs, into his godfather's office and to find his cloak and broom. The

rest of the night was spent packing all of his stuff, making sure all of it was there.

Harry didn't want to have to come back for anything! It was six in the morning by

the time Harry was ready to leave. The-boy-who-lived did a quick check- over of his

things before he took the letter in one hand and his wand in the other. He tapped

the letter quickly and said quietly, Andraste!'

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Sirius woke early the next morning, around 6:30. This was highly unusual

for the ex-convict but he was too worried about his confrontation with Harry to sleep

any longer. As he was heading down the hallway to go to breakfast he noticed that

his godson's door was open. Odd. Harry always locked himself in his room at night.

Figuring that Harry was already downstairs Sirius decided to take a quick peek into

the room, just to make sure that everything was alright. If he happened to stumble

across that would tell him how Harry was thinking or feeling about something, it

would be very helpful. But as he entered the room Sirius gasped. Everything was

gone! It looked as though no one had ever lived in this room, much less a teenaged

boy! Sirius knew that Harry was un naturally clean for a boy his age, from years at the

Dursley's, but no person was this neat! Desperately, the worried godfather started to

tear around the room. In the closet there was no clothes, there was no trunk on the

floor, no decorations on the wall, the bed clearly hadn't been slept in, and there were

no quills or parchment on the desk! Eyes swiftly leaving the desk and then back

again, Sirius did a double take. On the desk was a single piece of parchment. He

rushed over to the desk and grabbed the parchment off of the desk. Harry's writing

was on it. Sirius began to read:

Dear Sirius,

As you have undoubtedly noticed I am no longer an un-welcome visitor in the doorway of

your home. Now you can just be alone without arguments or troublesome godsons to look after. I

hope you are happy. I have taken those that you stole from me, for you had no right to take them

from me in the first place. If you are concerned about the clothes I took with me feel free to take the

price out of my Gringotts account, there should be plenty to cover the cost of everything you have ever

bought me. So I owe you nothing.

I will not be attending Hogwarts this year, so don't count on trying to find me there. If Ron

and Hermione care (though I am sure that they will) tell them that I am safe, and out of the way so

they have all the time in the world for snogging. Tell Ginny thank you from me for being kind when

I visited.

I don't know if I have to come to your house during the summer holidays, but for your sake

as well as mine I hope I do not. By the way, don't try looking for me, you wont find me no matter

how hard you look. Nor will I tell you where I am. Goodbye Sirius.

Your godson,

Harry Potter 'No!' Sirius thought. 'He cant be gone! Harry's not that stupid! He would not leave

one of the only places in the world that is safe for him when he knows that

Voldemort is around! No he's not gone! He's just playing a trick on me!'

These thoughts raced through the very worried godfather's mind as he began tearing

through the house, room by room. He had made his way around to every room at

least twice when Remus apperated into the living room later that evening, finding his

friend peering under the sofa. Noticing the general disarray around him Remus

asked, "I'm guessing things didn't go to well then?"

Sirius whipped around.

"MOONY! Moony Harry he..left a note..gone! Don't know where...didn't say...help Moony!"

Confused by this Remus thought it would be best to calm his friend down before

trying to get anything out of him. "Padfoot breathe. In, out, come on buddy, calm

down, and tell what happened."

Calming down about one level Sirius told Remus about the events of that morning.

Shocked, but still semi-calm Remus demanded, "Show me the letter!" Sirius handed

the letter over.

"Etirwot decrof." The letter glowed green. The werewolf sighed with relief.

"Now we know that he wrote this of his own accord and was not forced to write this

letter. So Sirius first things first. Have you contacted Dumbledore to tell him that

Harry is missing?"

There was a blank expression on Sirius' face. "Dumbledore? No, I haven't thought

of anything but finding Harry. But we probably should talk to Dumbledore..."

Remus sighed at his friends stupidity. "Follow me," he said. Remus threw some floo

powder into the fireplace and yelled, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry,

Headmaster's Office, Starburst!"

He disappeared with a swoosh with Sirius not falling far behind.

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Harry felt a now familiar tug at his stomach. He landed seconds late outside a

large manor. Slightly disoriented from the trip, Harry gazed up at the manor. He

didn't have time to notice that a short, slightly chubby woman came running over to

him.

"Mr. Potter! We weren't expecting anyone so early! Welcome to Gwydion's

Conservatory of Magical Arts! I am Meria Solange and I will be attempting to teach

the students here the art of tongues."

Harry smiled she seemed nice enough. He held out a hand. "Its nice to meet you

Professor Solange."

She looked quite baffled at this statement. "Mr. Potter there is no need to be so

formal! Here I am known as Ria. Image me..a professor!"

His grin widened as he responded by saying, "Then you are to call me Harry. Mr.

Potter is for my professors."

The woman's blue eyes danced at this statement. "Then it is a pleasure to meet you

Harry. Come, I will show you to your room. Just leave you luggage here someone

will carry it up for you later."

Harry nodded and followed after her. The inside of the manor was just as stunning

as the outside! The front hall was completely done in marble with towering columns

about fifteen feet high. Ria smiled at the look on his face.

"To be honest Harry we were hoping you would come a bit early. You were the only

student we couldn't manage to get an owl through to this summer to set up a date to

explain your heritage to the school and what your school year will be like." She

looked at a staircase to the far right of the hall as though expecting someone to come

down. She cleared her throat. "I said, explain your heritage to the school and what

your school year will be like. MATTHEW PATRICK SOLANGE! You get down

her this INSTANT!"

No one emerged from the staircase. Ria turned to Harry again. "Excuse me for a

moment."

She ran to the other side of the hall and up the stairs. From upstairs Harry could

here a slap, a thud, and an 'ump'. A few minutes later Ria came back down with a

tall, skinny man who was looked as though he was not quite awake yet.

"Sorry about that Harry! May I introduce you to my utterly hopeless and stupid

brother, Matthew, or Matt."

Matt then proceeded to hit his sister upside the head and she punched him in the

stomach in retaliation. From there they began to bicker and inflect a lot of punches

and pokes at each other.

Harry gaped for a second. He had never seen a brother and sister who looked

so different! He looked at Matt's light redish brown hair to Ria's dark brown curls.

Noticing that Ria couldn't even reach up and tap her brother's head, which must have

been at least 6'3 in height. Ria couldn't be much taller than 5 feet! Matt had freckles

all over his skin while his sister's skin was smooth and pale. Even their eyes were

different! Ria's eyes were clear blue while Matt's were a muddy hazel. Harry watched

as the end of the fight came with a Ria thumping Matt in the stomach and him

cowering over, obviously just letting his sister win. Ria grinned.

"Beware of her Harry, though she be but little she is fierce."[1]

"Damn right I am! Now I think you better get going with your job. If I remember

correctly it was YOUR job to talk to all the boys and my job to see to the girls. So

get!"

Matt grumbled and motioned Harry to follow him. They went up the stairs and into

a long hallway. There were four doors on each side of the hall and one door at the

end of it.

"Mr. Potter, this is the student wing of the house. Later I will show you which room

is yours but for now we're going to go into the rec. room, a sort-of common room

for you and the other students here."

The Rec room was amazing! It was large with both magical and muggle past times all

around, with large comfortable sofa's and chairs. Matt led him to the sofa against the

wall.

"Most likely this will be where the majority of your classes will take place. The

students don't generally like to have to go far to get to their next class."

Confused at this statement, Harry went with the Dursley motto-don't ask questions.

"Now I bet that you are wondering how this school works and why you are here."

Marr said, almost reading Harry's exact thoughts.

"So I will tell you the story of the school and the importance of this year. I ask you

to please not interrupt for the interest of time."

Harry nodded for him to continue.

"Gwydion lived before the time of Hogwarts or any organized schools. Back then

the only way of education was to send your children to be an apprentice and

specialize in a trade or form or to train your children yourself. Gwydion and his wife

sent all eight of their children to different masters to learn different fields of magic.

But he felt that a wizard or witch should be well versed in every field of magic. Not

knowing enough knowledge himself, Gwydion decided to wait until all of his children

had finished their apprenticeships and then sent them all to one of his manors. There

they each taught their siblings their trade. Not the extent that they had learned with

their masters, but enough to be able to perform well in the field. Eventually many

years later Gwydion's children decided to send their own children to do the same

thing, to live in the manor and to teach each other. No matter how far away in the

world they were, generation after generation sent their children here to learn the way

that Gwydion wanted their forefathers to. Only those who are direct descendants of

the children that first came here are allowed to attend. No one else. But this year is

special. Usually there are only two or three children here in the manor, but for the

first time since the days of Gwydion there will be eight children studying together, all

of the same age."

"Wow!" Harry said, not quite sure what to think and very confused about this

information.

"Did my father come here?"

Matt laughed. "Of course not! Your father was not of the right blood!"

"But you said that only children of the linage could come here.."

"And you assumed that I meant your father's side of the family! No Mr. Potter, you

are related to Gwydion through your mother's side of the family, not your father's."

"But my mum's family were all muggles!"

"Actually they were not. You linage can be traced straight back to Gwydion's first

child and eldest daughter, Andraste. Andraste married Cian Evans and together they

only managed to produce a single heir, a squib, the only squib in the family. Your

mother was the first witch in the family for over a thousand years."

"Then she came here?" Harry asked eagerly, hoping to hear more about his mum

who was rarely ever spoken about.

Matt shook his head sadly. "No, your mother did not. With Voldemort in his first

reign of terror, your mother could have been killed if she had not stayed at Hogwarts.

It was in the best interest of her that we let her be, she never knew of her heritage,

but from what I hear she would have made an excellent charms mistress!"

The-Boy-Who-Lived smiled sadly. 'Oh well,' he thought.

Suddenly there was a great chime from nowhere.

"Oh my god! It's already time for lunch! The other students will be here in no time!

Later my sister and I will explain who will teach what to everyone, but for now let's

go eat!"

Harry grinned, as he had to sprint after the older man, who was running to get to

lunch. This was going to be a great year!

[1] Those words are William Shakespeare's, from a Midsummer's Night Dream. They do not belong to me

To come in the next chapter-

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