"What are we going to do, Severus?" Harry asked as he laid on top of his lover.

"About what, love?" Severus asked as he ran his fingers through Harry's hair.

"We need those other heirs. Salizar and Helga said that we should find something to help us in one of them or if nothing else we could get the four together and they could come up with something. But the only way to get to the other two Founders is to have their heirs. How are we going to find them? It was only by chance that we found Neville." Harry snuggled closer.

Severus nodded as he started to massage Harry's scalp. "Well, it will be hard... but perhaps I know a way to. So far both of the heirs have been able to hear that which is most precious to them. For Salizar it is snakes, for Helga it is the plants. I happen to know for Lady Rowena it was the birds and for Sir Godric it was the fishes. It also stands to reason that they are here at Hogwarts as well."

After thinking about it for a moment Harry nodded before settling down to rest. "There's just so much to do with finals coming up and all of the things to get ready for the move to Oak Hope Manor... Now we have to find these other two people."

"All will be well. You should rest." Severus said as he gently shifted and pulled the covers over them.

Bill was careful as he apperated them to the outskirts of his parents home. "I hope you don't mind me just dragging you here... I didn't think that either of them would have thought to put up a silence barrier. Also, Mum and Pops were wanting to know how you were doing. You also look like you could use a good meal, and that is one thing you will get here."

Cros smiled shyly as Bill laced their fingers before leading him into the house. He had to admit that the prospect of spending a night in a strange place was easier to deal with than listening to his godfather and Harry have sex all night. "It's fine. I would rather have a chance to ask your father about what happened at the Manor."

Molly was singing softly as she cooked. It was so hard to cook for just Arthur, the twins and herself. For so long she had cooked for nine people that she had trouble remembering there were only four eating there now. So when she heard the door opening she was turned hoping that who ever it was, would be wanting to eat, because she had made too much. Turning, she smiled when she saw her eldest son. "Bill! I was hoping you wouldn't go back to Hogwarts for the night. Oh... You must be Cygnus! So nice to meet you. I'm Molly, Bill and Charlie's mother." Molly reached out and hugged her son and then hugged the twin of her Charlie's bond-mate-to-be.

All Cros could do was try not to draw away from her. "It's a pleasure, madam. But please call me Cros."

Molly stepped back as she looked Cros over before clucking her tongue. "You need a good meal. Come in and sit down. Bill would you go get your father from the shop?"

"Sure, Mum." Bill put a hand on Cros' arm. "You'll be okay?"

"I'm certain your mother can assist me to a place to sit. Can't you, Madam Weasley?" Cros held out his arm to where he'd last heard her.

"Oh... call me Molly. And let me show you to a good seat." Molly took his arm and showed him to a seat in front of the table.

Bill hurried out and went to get his father.

After Molly had helped him sit down she walked over to the fireplace to call the twins home from their shop.

Cros sat back and wondered about the place he was in. He could smell something good cooking and a scent he could only describe as 'homey'. "I would like to thank you, madam. And to warn you that Bill saw fit to invite me to stay over... though if you do mind I'm certain I can find other accommodations."

"Don't even think about it, deary. I've been lost without people to take care of. I'm sure Draco's told you all about my brood. There are six of them. I love having someone to cook for, so you're more than welcome for as long as you like." Molly said as she brushed a hand over his hair and wondered at the softness of the braid. Sighing more to herself, Molly turned and went to the stove to check on the food.

Just then the sound of two loud thumps had him turning his head to where he could feel the fire.

"Mum!"

"Who-"

"-is-"

"-this?"

"Because-"

"-it-"

"-isn't-"

"-Draco."

Cros' eyes went wide as he listened to the two almost identical voices.

"Oh, you two stop it! You'll frighten the boy. This is Draco's brother, Cros. Cros these are my twins Fred and George." Molly said as she slapped out at the two of them with her wooden spoon.

"It's a pleasure." Cros stood and offered his hand towards the duo.

"Please-"

"-call-"

"-us-"

"-Gred-"

"-and-"

"-Forge."

Cros felt one hand take his hand and the other one pat his shoulder. "Which one of you are which?"

"I'm Fred behind you." This was the one who had patted his shoulder.

"And I'm George." the with his hand said.

"I hope to have the chance to get to know all of you." Cros said as he mentally cataloged each other their magical features. He studied them carefully because he knew how easy it was for twins to switch and no one realize.

Harry was never more rushed than the last weeks of school. Fortunately Voldemort seemed to be hoarding his strength and waiting for something other than the last part of the school term. So all Harry had to worry over was if he was going to pass his finals, tutoring, final projects, getting things set up to teach and help Moilyn get the house ready.

In fact Harry was working with Neville and Blaise to go over everything in the house and make certain it was ready for the thirty-eight children that would call it home now. Moilyn had introduced Harry and Severus to the rest of the staff, all of whom were happy to have people to look after again. One of the staff had asked if there were any small children, as that was her specialty. Harry had blushed before Shaking his head with a softly spoken 'no'.

When their work was finally done and they went back to the school by way of apperating to Hogsmead then walking to the school. As they did they saw someone on the edge of the lake, hunkered over, crying.

Harry walked over and knelt to put a hand to the back of the small blond hair. "Are you okay?"

Colin looked up and immediately threw himself into Harry's arms to sob on his shoulder.

Looking to Blaise and Neville he shrugged a little before wrapping his arms around his shoulders and holding him close. "It's okay... You're okay... Shush..."

Blaise lead Neville a short distance away where they could cuddle for a short time while giving Harry and the little Gryffindor some privacy.

When Colin had finally calmed down he looked up at Harry with large sad eyes. "I'm sorry, Harry."

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Harry gave him a soft smile and petted his hair out of his face.

"I didn't stop them, Harry... I couldn't." Colin looked like he was going to starting crying again, but Harry chucked him on the chin.

"What did who do?" His eyes got dark with worry, almost scared of what Colin's answer would be.

"Ron and the others... they really hurt Emery St. John. I don't know if he's going to be okay... Even Hermione couldn't stop all of the bleeding..." Colin sniffled.

Harry wrapped his arms around Colin and held him. "Don't worry, little one. We'll check on Emery, but now we need to get you inside out of the night air." Harry was about to stand up when he got hit in the glasses with something wet. "What the..." Reaching up he pulled a piece of water algae from his glasses.

"That's just Loke... He always comes up to see me when I come out here." Colin said as he pointed to a very young merman who lay in the shallows and glared at Harry. "I guess he doesn't want me to go."

"Wow... I haven't had a chance to see one since the Tri-Wizard Tournament." Harry moved forward to get a better look, only to stop when Loke threw another piece of algae at him.

Colin laughed a little before he began to chitter softly at the merman. Harry's eyes went wide as he watched the dolphin-like sounds going back and forth between the human and the mer. When Colin stopped and looked to Harry he titled his head. "What?"

"Can you talk to fish or is it just merpeople?" Harry couldn't believe his luck. There was no way fate was handing him the third heir that easily. Not after Neville literally coming to him of his own freewill.

"Oh, I can talk to anything that swims. Why? Is that something special like you being a parselmouth?" Colin looked excited at the prospect.

"Yes, Colin it is. Come on. We need to go check on Emery and see about getting you a safe place to sleep tonight." Harry stood and pulled Colin up before gesturing to Blaise and Neville. "Come on, you two."

Blaise and Neville were blushing as they came over. "Everything okay?"

"You need to go to the Headmaster and have him go check on Emery St. John. Apparently the anti-pureblood sentiment has grown in Gryffindor and they may have hurt someone badly." Harry said as he put a hand on Colin's shoulder to lead him.

Nodding, Blaise and Neville hurried off to go give the information to the headmaster, while Harry took Colin to the Slytherin dungeons.