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XIII and the other members of the Guard did not hesitate to rush to Harrison's side. The were pressed two fingers into Harrison's neck at the pulse point. His pulse was strong if a little faster than it should have been.
Eon in his final year or what Hogwarts considered a final year was a skilled healer. As XIII's hand retreated he was already casting diagnostic charms. Everything came back as it should have been. No serious injuries beyond mild magical exhaustion.
A little ways away several Slytherins were checking over their own King. Those who weren't checking on Riddle were drawing their wands. Around them other members of Nightingale had drawn their wands in turn. No one so much as breathed heavily. They didn't want war to break out on their first night here. But neither would they just abandon their King.
Snape glared at all of them. It shouldn't have surprised him but it did. Seems the professor didn't like anyone. Not even his own students. However if they tried to attack the group would make the duel look like child's play.
There weren't as many of them as there were of the Slytherins. What they lacked in numbers they made up for in power and combat ability. They had been fighting for years and the members of the Guard weren't called that without a reason.
Twin groans of pain were heard a moment later. This had every student looking to their respective King. Harrison was trying to sit up despite Eon's protest. Riddle was waving off his own people.
XIII's questioned softly, "You alright there Harrison?"
The other boy nodded his hands going into his pocket where Fool's World lay. His movement was recognized by those who knew him. Only a moment later he flipped the card activating the spell. Just in case someone tried something now. Better safe than sorry after all.
One of the Slytherin Prefects growled, "Well who won?"
The two Kings shared a long stare. The air chilled with the two's aura and combined was enough to keep even XIII rooted to the spot.
That had been the question. Who had won the fight? Most likely it would end in a tie. Leaving another question in their minds. Who to obey? The outsider or the unknown individual?
It was Riddle who said as he gained his feet swaying ever so slightly, "I propose a truce between Nightingale and Slytherin. Nightingale keeps their King and Slytherin keeps ours. If there is an issue it is dealt with here in the House. Is this acceptable, Potter?"
His sworn blood brother pushed himself up to his feet. Like Riddle he swayed ever so slightly and his hands trembled. The two Kings faced off their auras intermingling and the temperature of the air fluctuating between ice cold and unbearably hot.
While they couldn't cast spells with Fool's World activated they could release their auras. It didn't matter how many times XIII felt the full force of Harrison's aura he would never be used to it. The heat was unbearable and the power alone made you want to run in the other direction. And he was a were.
Then just as suddenly as it began the auras faded. Harrison said coldly, "I agree to this. But know if you attack us we will retaliate no matter where we are. This goes for all of Nightingale not just those within this House."
With a false smile Tom grit out, "Fine."
The Nightingale group shared a look but did not say anything else. Harrison discreetely removed Fool's World from play. They were given their own dorms as not to incite tensions in the dorms. All of the older students used expansion and similar charms to turn it into small rooms. This gave each of them rooms of their own while staying the same to those on the outside. Only then did they finally go to sleep.
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Tom watched as the Nightingale students went to their own dorm. As soon as the door was shut behind them he could sense multiple people's magic get started. They were probably changing it to suit their school.
Abraxas sneered at their backs then questioned, "Are we just going to let them talk to you like that? My lord, we should put them in their place so that they know who they obey."
Tom looked over at the Malfoy Heir coldly as he said, "You must think me a fool, Abraxas. Did you not watch our duel? One that I remind you ended in a tie. Did you not feel his aura when I tried to force the issue?"
The other boy stammered before he spit out, "It has to be a fluke. Everyone knows that school is for those who are squibs or close to it."
There was a snort from one of the other Slytherins. Tom looked up to see a first year, Richard Swelyn if he remembered correctly. He was the last remaining Heir to the Swelyn Family.
Swelyn said at their looks, "You people are really naive. How do you not know of Nightingale? Many of the Sacred 28 has previous generations who were invited. It is a school who has gone toe to toe with Dumstrang in dueling competitions and won. As recently as the last Youth Circuit last spring."
Tom knew that the school was more than what it seemed. This however was more than he ever expected. How did this little first year know this?
As if sensing his question the boy said, "My older cousin graduated from Nightingale two years ago. He spoke of Potter with respect. He said that Potter was the first and only one to have been taken in by the Deputy Headmaster."
Well well well. Wasn't that interesting? The more he learned about Potter the more he wanted to court him.
