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Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

Chapter 12: Of Lessons

There was a pause, with the other students all looking around at each other.

"Harry YOU'RE TEACHING THIS CLASS!" They all shouted, nearly as one.

"What?!?!"

"You're teaching this class," Ondra stated plainly.

"But…but I didn't know…what am I supposed to teach you?"

Kris rolled her eyes. "Defense! You're the Boy-Who-Lived, you've faced the Dark

Lord four times, and LIVED! That could've been all just good luck, you are to teach

us what you did!"

Harry was annoyed. "I thought this was a school, you know where adults teach

children the subjects. Not children teaching children! Whoever designed this was

clearly crazy, I have no clue what to teach you guys! I don't even know what you

know about the subject, where am I supposed to start?"

"How could you not know?" Nadia asked. "We were told the story of Gwydion and

his children before coming the school. Most of us here grew up hearing the story."

Harry thought back. Ria had explained on the first day that this was a school created

by Gwydion, for his children to teach each other their trades. But he hadn't thought

it was still like that!

"What WERE you told?" Aidan asked.

"I was told that Gwydion wanted his children to be well versed in all areas of magic,

so he sent them away to one of his many manors to learn from each other, the

children of those children were also sent, generation after generation."

"Well, that is the simplest version of the story I suppose," Mac said, the others seem to agree.

"There's more?" Harry was confused.

"Defiantly! We are not just any generation of students from the Gwydion line to come to this school. We are The Eight."

"The Eight?"

"The prophesied Eight," Fiona continued. "Each of us are the last remaining heir of

one of the original Eight. Even though some of us may have brothers and/or sisters

in our families, they do not count. Like you're cousin Harry. He is also of Gwydion

blood. But you are the one to continue the legacy of the family. Emer, Gwydion's

second and youngest daughter, was a great seer. She predicted that in the year of

Fire, a group of eight would be born, all with a deed of greatness to their name before

their tenth birthday. This Eight would provide the world with light in a time of great

darkness, and would conquer the dark. We are The Eight. Each of us have a special

skill or talent, and we are destined to teach the others that same skill, a skill shared in

common with our ancestor. You Harry, heir of Andraste, eldest of Gwydion's

children, protect and keep the family safe. You hold secrets that are known to know

one but you. You're job is to teach the other Children of the Gwydion family to

protect themselves from the gathering darkness of the world. I am the heir of Conall,

second born and eldest son of the Gwydion family, I am an expert in Transfiguration

and the only human to ever have more than one Animagus form. I am to teach the

Eight of wisdom they need to seek out their own animal forms."

Everyone nodded like this was common knowledge.

"What about the rest of you?" Harry asked, still trying to wrap his brain around this information.

"I am the heir of Fionn, fourth child of Gwydion." Kris started, with the others

approval. "I have the gift of speaking with both magical and ordinary animals alike. I

am to teach the knowledge and history of animals, to provide a deeper understanding

of all beings in the world."

This was strange, Harry had never heard any of his new classmates speak like this. It

was the only time that he had seen all of them completely serious. Aidan continued

on with the explanations.

"Nadia and I are the heirs of Nuada, fifth child of Gwydion and the third born son.

We are represent all things practical, and will teach how to look at things logically.

We created Wolfsbane potion by accident when we were seven years old, and that has

given us great fame in the world of wizards."

Mac was next. "I am the heir of Lugh, sixth child of Gwydion. Most of my life has

been dedicated to the art of Herbology Because I have spent so much time around

them, I am the first human to ever be immune to the cry of a Mandrake, so I can

study them further than any other witch or wizard.

"As the heir of Fiachra I am naturally a great Charms mistress," said Ondra. "Fiachra

created the Fidilius Charm, and recently I have started research to further develop the

charm, that has achieved world wide recognition. Oh, and Fiachra was the fifth son

of Gwydion. Last but not least, is Al."

Al, being the shy person he was, spoke in a quiet, less confidant voice than the others.

"I am the heir of Dairmaid, youngest child of Gwydion. Dairmaid had a special

ability that allowed him to see past events as seers see future ones. I am the only

person after him to see the past, and have discovered events of the wizarding world

that had never been documented."

Harry just stared in complete shock. Without even realizing who these people were,

he had studied them in various classes. Being in this state he asked the most urgent

of his questions first, "And you covered all of this at dinner last night?"

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"Hermione I finally found you!" Ron called across the Gryffindor common room.

He had just spent the last hour and a half looking for the bushy-haired girl and had

started to get a little annoyed. "Where have you been?" He demanded.

Hermione looked up from the pile of books surrounding her.

"Well first I went to the library…"

"But I looked there!" Ron interrupted. Hermione glared at him.

"I got all of these books out, but I couldn't carry them up here by myself, and this

was not research that I wanted to do in the Library so I came looking for you to help

me."

"But…"

Hermione ignored him and continued, "But you were no where to be found, however

I did run into Seamus and Dean and I roped them into helping me carry the books

up here…"

"And that took an hour and a half?" Ron asked, more irritated than before.

Hermione sighed. "Would you just let me finish? Anyway we ran into Peeves on the

way up here, and he tripped Seamus and Dean making the drop all the books off the

staircase and we had to spend a whole hour looking for them all! But I think that it

has begun to pay off. I've found out some interesting information on this Gwydion's

Conservatory of Magical Arts…"

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"HE HAS THE RIGHT TO KNOW!"

For the first time that anyone could ever remember Remus was shouting at the

Headmaster.

"Its his godson for MERLINS sake! He's worried sick, and blaming himself

completely. Shouldn't we tell him that we know where Harry is and that he is safe?"

"And what do you think Mr. Black's reaction would be to this news?" Dumbledore

asked, in the annoying calm voice, that told Remus he was being foolish.

The werewolf sighed. "He would run and storm the school and take Harry out."

"Preciously my dear boy. If we were to tell Sirius of the whereabouts of Mr. Potter,

than I am afraid that we will lose the boy forever. Harry needs time to recover and

gather his thoughts. And as Gwydion's Conservatory is just as safe, if not more so

than Hogwarts, I think it best to leave him where he is. Of course, I am keeping in

close contact with his current Headmistress to make sure that he remains safe and

happy. Hopefully by the week before winter break when the students of Gwydion

come to Hogwarts, he will be ready to join his classmates."

"And if he's not?" Remus pried.

"Then we shall have to come up for another way to keep him here will we not?"

Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling.

'This is not going to end well,' Remus thought.

AN- I hope that you liked this chapter. This is my New Year's present to all of you who are still reading this fic. This was not a terribly interesting or long chapter, but what was said had to be said at some point during the story. Below is the Gwydion family tree, so that it is organized and you can keep it all together. Thank you for reading and HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Meggles

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