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Lazydraco 13: thanks for your review my friend. Potter has a cordial relationship with him. He wants control over the BWL but they want their son to have a somewhat normal life. He knows the basics of the houses but as for lore. Nope.

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Harrison's POV

The compartment was fairly large compared to the muggle trains. His trunk was safely in his pocket and a book was in his lap. Transfiguration had always interested him ever since he saw his father transform into a stag.

There were a few spells that his father had taught both of the brothers. Tickling charm, lighting charm, and disarming charm. While he still wasnt completely confident in his disarming charm he had mastered the other two. While they weren't much-knowing something was better than nothing at all.

About twenty minutes into the ride his door to carriage opened. A voice said arrogantly, "Look here boys. It's someone's kid pretending to be a first year. What you kid, five?"

Sighing Harrison looked up to find two boys standing in front of his compartment door. By their clothes, they too were first year. No crest on their robes was a clear indicator. They were both about two or three years older than him. The one who spoke was looking down his nose at Harrison in a way that reminded the boy of a Malfoy. People like this were all bark and no bite.

Harrison quipped, "If I am someone's child that must make you someone's pet."

To his immense amusement they both went beat red. Harrison was prepared to draw his wand if it came down to it.

Before any of them could do anything another voice laughed from behind the two, "The kids got some balls on him. Darren, Zach move aside."

The voice was definitely American and just as old as the other two. A black-haired boy who was several inches taller than Harrison walked in. His robes were plain and mercury eyes fell upon him.

The boy looked him up and down before sticking out his hand, "Jacob Stryker, Skinwalker White Mountain clan."

Harrison shook the hand as he replied, "Harrison Potter," at the expectant looks he shrugged, "I'm not sure why I was allowed in early. As far as I know I'm not a creature."

The one called Darren snorted as he said, "Come on Jacob. Let's leave the runt. If he doesn't know what he is then he is of no use to us."

Harrison's fingers twitched towards his wand again. This guy was getting on his nerves. The urge to curse him was strong.

Zach snapped, "If you want to leave then leave Darren. I for one am interested," the boy stuck out his hand, "Zach Eden, I'm a quarter demon. Nice to meet you, Potter."

Harrison smiled as he said, "You can call me, Harrison. Both of you."

A sharp glare was sent at the third boy. He would not extend the courtesy to someone like him. It wasn't going to happen.

Darren left huffing, "When you two decide to leave the runt come find me. It obvious he doesn't belong in this school."

With that he was gone and the three of them shared the compartment. It turned out that Jacob was next in line to be alpha of his clan. He shared with Harrison a legend that their elder told them as pups.

There are those among us who can move at will between the world of the wolves and the world of the humans. My people call them skinwalkers. Many of these settled here in the deep forests.

For hundreds of years after the great war of the clans they made peace with both wolves and humans. And now the clans have gone to war.

They say in the beginning they sent someone to speak with them. A shaman. There had to be someone who could between our world and the world of the skinwalkers. They keep the balance.

That was the first of the skinwalkers according to the elder. Of course no one knew if it was actually true. For most of the Wizarding World skinwalkers were extinct. Only a select few knew the truth that there were still clans out there. The White Mountain clan being the largest in the Americas. While the White Wolf clan a more reclusive clan was from the British isles.

Normally skinwalkers were secretive but Jacob wanted to rebuild relations with the wizards. To do that he had to make friends in high places. Which explained why he was talking to Harrison. Even as the second son of the Potter family he would have influence. Not that he minded he just wanted to have friends.

Zach on the other hand was a descendant of one of the nine demon clans. Unlike most other clans they did not accept their blood unless they were a half-demon or a bearer. Zach was neither of those things so he lived with his human mother.

Unlike what most would be he was happy to live in this world. He had made friends and it would be around a decade before he came into his inheritance.

Harrison spoke of Potter manor and his older brother. Soon though their discussions went to classes. There were six required classes. Charms, Potions, Transfiguration, Herbology, Etiquette, and Mind Magicks. Mind Magicks and Etiquette could be dropped after the first year if they passed with at least an EE.

What they were really looking forward to though were electives. As first years they could only choose 2 max but they had to choose at least one. The list of what they offered was extensive. Harrison chose to take battle magic and runes. Zach was going for warding and Jacob had chosen enchantments.

Depending on what house they were put in it could be that they didnt see each other at all. Classes were put together based on the rank of your house. The first and second ranks were put together. Third and fourth were put together. He could only hope that they got put together.

It was late in the afternoon when the train pulled to a stop. The three friends stood and departed with the rest of the students. Outside the sky had grown dark but in the distance one could see a giant castle. Even at a distance it was breathtaking.

Towers climbed high into the sky almost touching the clouds. The castle was built on a cliff surrounded by a forest on the other side. Nothing could be seen for mile upon miles.

An older boy wearing a jacket with a lion crest and a red trim came up to the first years, "First years follow me. I'll be showing you the path to the school that you will use until your third year when you will get portkeys. Stick close so that you don't get lost. If you get lost no one will send out a search party for you."

Then he turned on his heel and headed towards the forest. The students had to jog to keep up with the older boy. Harrison, Zach, and Jacob stayed at the head of the first years but several were falling behind. Never once did the older boy slow until the very moment they reached the gates of the castle.

As they approached the gates opened and warm magic encircled them. It welcomed each of them to Nightingale. In response Harrison's magic surged out from his skin intertwining with the school's. Both Zach and Jacob froze at feeling his magic and turned to look at him. The youngest called his magic back into his body so as not to draw more attention.

Jacob asked in a low voice as they headed towards the entrance, "What the hell was that, Harrison?"

"I'm not sure," he replied honestly, "I've never had very much control over my magic. So that could be it."

His magic had always been wild even his parents said so. They called it feral on more than one occasion. Maybe that was why he was accepted into Nightingale early despite not being a creature.

Zach glanced at him through the fringe of his hair. There was something in those eyes but he didnt get the chance to ask. The doors to the castle opened and they were brought in.

A bored-looking brown-haired man stood waiting for them. He stood just over six feet tall with hazel eyes. The robes he wore were black with silver trim to it. Under the robes was a jacket with the Nightingale crest just barely peaking out.

The man yawned as he said, "Alright brat welcome to your first year at Nightingale. You passed your first test this evening by keeping up. Now you will face your second test. Unlike other schools your houses aren't chosen by a hat or any ridiculous magic object like that. Instead you will face down the four guardian spirits of the school. The Lion, Nightingale, Wolf, Snake. Should one choose you to be apart of its house then that will be your home until you graduate. If not your memories of the ritual will be obliviated and you will be sent home. When your name is called you will walk in past the students and straight towards the head table. There you will say these words to call upon the Guadian Spirits. Epidióko na krithó apó ton lýko, to liontári, to fídi kai to poulí. Eíthe na vreíte tin kardiá mou katharí kai éna méros gia ména anámesá sas."

A/N translation.

1. I seek to be judged by the wolf, the lion, the snake, and the bird. May you find my heart pure and a place for me amongst you.