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Harrison's POV

The feast passed without incident. Though he could feel the eyes of the students on him and his friends. Lines were drawn between the Houses of this school. Gryffindor and Slytherin were rivals and enemies. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw were rivals but couldn't really be considered enemies.

This was unlike Nightingale who also had four Houses. They were ruled by the King who either was chosen by the previous or they defeated them. Harrison fell into the latter group. With the help of his master he had picked up dueling skills that the upper years would be envious of.

Despite this the House ranks were based on the grades of the students. They didn't have the point system that Hogwarts did. It seemed childish to the middle Potter. Giving and taking point just because you don't like the House was ridiculous.

From what he could tell every table had it's own system based on the House. Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs went by years. The end of the table reserved for first years and outcasts.

There were some similarities between the Ravenclaws, Slytherins and the other two. However it was the middle of the table that was the most different.

Instead of it being a mix of third and fourth years there was general mix of upper years. All of which were centered around a single boy. They must be the Kings of the House. This boy was Tom Marvolo Riddle. The only reason he recognized him was because Lily Rose or Rose as she preferred was all she talked about.

The look that XIII held showed he felt the same as Harrison. They worked hard to bring Lupus from the bottom to the top. Harrison accepted duels in order to keep his title as King. There would be challenges this year but they would have to be carefully organized. Avoid the eyes of these students.

As the food was taken away Dumbledore stood. Lazily Harrison barely paid the man any mind.

The man said looking across each of the tables, "Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. This year we have been graced by not only first years but transfers. Nightingale students we welcome you to Hogwarts and hope you find a family here. The Houses that you have been sorted into will be your homes. Do well in your classes you will be rewarded with House points. Do poorly or break our rules and you will lose them. The House Cup is an honor for each of the houses. Other things you need to know are that the Forbidden Forest is just that. Forbidden. If you are found there you will be punished severely. For those that are third years or higher and sixth year and higher will be given a list of electives. You must have them returned to your Head of House by Monday morning. That will give you the weekend to decide. A special trip to Hogsmede will be allowed for books needed."

It wasnt that different from home. Though it was disappointing that the Forest surrounding the school was forbidden. That just meant that he would have to be careful about using it.

Then he was introducing their newest professors. One of which was somewhat surprising. His godfathers were declared dual Defense against the Dark Arts professors. Great he would no doubt hear from them tonight or early tomorrow.

For his part, Harrison was a midnight black dingo with piercing green eyes. There was a small patch of silver fur representing the scar across his cheek. Just as his human body changed so did his animagus form.

He was incredibly proud of his animagus form. It represented the loyalty and love he had for his chosen family. Unlike his dislike for his blood family. He couldn't change his past but he could push past it and be stronger because of it.

The man continued, "As you have been sorted into your Houses you will learn to coexist together. Nightingale will not get their own separate rooms or dorms, " here he had to raise his voice to be heard over the Nightingales who rose up in protest, "You will sleep in the dorms assigned to you by House and year. There will be no exceptions and anyone found breaking the rules will be punished."

Several of the older years rose to their feet in protest. They believed as did Harrison that his group should not be separated. They didn't know these people they were with. He could see that arguing would not get them anywhere here. Like Nightingale, Hogwarts was stuck in its ways.

Harrison rose to his feet as he could see the anger rising in the old man's face. He roared drawing his fellow student's attention, "ENOUGH," every member of Nightingale immediately bowed their heads to him. He continued, "Sit down," when there was hesitation he growled, "Now!"

That had every member who had stood scrambling to sit back down. They might not be in their school anymore but each student remembered the painful lesson of why he was King.

Disobeying was never a good idea. Especially when he raised his voice. A normally laid back King he only ever raised his voice when he needed their attention.

Taking a breath to calm himself Harrison said, "We are here as guests. Remember this is not our home and while we have sanctuary it won't last forever. We might not like it but we have to follow their rules."

There were a few grumbles but most nodded their assent. The man raised his chin in acknowledgment but said nothing else as they were dismissed. As he left Jolly felt the eyes on his back. This wasnt over. Not by a long shot.

With that they were told to go to their Common Rooms. The walk to the dungeons only increased Harrison's agitation. He did not like being so far from his family. They should be allowed to stay together not separated. However going against the Dumbledore was not advisable. He was brave not stupid. Which was why he stopped his rowdy bunch.

It wouldn't be their only surprises either. They had to fight for ranks within the House they had been put in. Slytherins would only obey their King. If he wanted them to leave his people alone he would need to challenge the King. Or at the very least the Prince.

Sighing internally. He knew that King would be the best option. As the King of Nightingale it would be expected for him to take the top in his House. To do otherwise would make the others think he was weak. Then they would be more inclined to challenge him to take the King spot within their school.

All he could at the moment was to trust his classmates to do the same. Fight for a spot and set up the rules of Nightingale. They were difficult after all.

Rule one was that all Houses were equal in standing. Any House or year could approach the King or their Bannerman. They must be listened to and judged equally. Failure to do so meant loss of position.

Rule two was against bullying. Blood and creature status meant very little to him. They were all magical and that was what mattered. If you discriminated for whatever reason you were subject to punishment.

Rule three was the most important. When in unfamiliar territory show a united front. There had been times when they visited another school. It was usually to show that they existed and as a power play. To prove that one didnt need to support of the government to have high standards.

He was drawn from his thoughts when the prefect in front of him called out to a wall, "Pureblood."

Harrison rolled his eyes. What an original password. Did they really think something so simple would protect them from intruders? All one had to do was think what would an arrogant ass make as a password.

He didnt voice his thoughts. If he did it might incite a fight before he even stepped foot in the common room. That wasnt on his plans for the evening.

When they stepped into the common room the upper years broke off. Most headed towards the fire while two stood in front of the first years and Nightingale students. By the looks of them they were sixth or seventh years. Prefects and high ranking members of the House no doubt.

The male began his cold blue eyes looking down upon each of them, "First years let me be the first to welcome you to Slytherin. I am Adrian Prucey's current Knight of Slytherin. You have proven your ambition to get into the house. Now you will have to prove that you are worthy of titles. Standoff to one side while we speak with the transfers. Prepare yourselves the best you can for what you will face."

The first years scattered. They knew the unwritten rules of the House of Slytherin. Their parents had been former members of the house and would be foolish not to teach them.

As transfers they were at a severe disadvantage. However he would not allow this boy to upstart his own position within Nightingale.

The girl began her eyes cold, "I am Belladonna Yaxley one of your sixth-year prefects. My rank is Lady in the Slytherin House. Nightingale is here as refugees. If it was up to me none of you would step foot in this house. But we must obey our lord so you will be tested with the first years. Do not expect to be anything other than peasants. You mudbloods sully our house simply by being here. The ranks from lowest to highest are as follows. Peasant, squire, knight, lord, prince, king."

That was enough of that. He would not allow his people to be bullied.

Prucey continued after seeing Harrison's dark face, "You always challenge the Court or the King himself. Know this however. He has not lost a duel since his second year. You should at least try and get a lower position so you can protect yourself."

"Adrian this is not how we greet our new snakes," came a cool voice, "Greet them properly not with veiled threats."

Harrison raised an eyebrow at Tom Riddle who had walked over the the chairs closest to the fire. For his part Adrian paled and tried to make up for his mistake. There was nothing he could say for them to think anything more of him.

Another voice came from behind Harrison this one dark and sneering, "Are the students ready for their challenges?"

Severus Snape was there. His cold demeanor only became colder when he saw Harrison. Harrison knew he looked a lot like his father. But that didn't mean he would let the man treat him as he wished. As King of Nightingale he would allow no one to push him around. Student, professor, or family. He had gone away from home as a hated member of the family. Then returned as a powerful warrior.