A/N thanks for your reviews and support.

WhiteElfElder: thanks for your review my friend. Publicity on the Light's side gone wrong. As for his scar well you will just have to wait and see. This is completely au.

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Jolly's POV

He was awoken by someone shaking his shoulder. Green eyes tiredly slid open to find it was dark out. It seemed he had slept the entire ride.

Libertà sat in his plain black robes with his hand lightly sitting on Jolly's shoulder. Jolly groaned slightly but sat up rubbing the back of his head. The blond held out his robe from his trunk.

It didn't take much movement or energy put the thing on. Still he was drained from the use of his abilities earlier.

Libertà stood at his elbow worry in his turquoise eyes. Jolly said waving him off, "I'm fine. Remember we have to show a strong front today. Many teachers and students look down upon us because we do not know who birthed us. Let's show them why the Arcana family rules Nightingale."

Libertà straightened. He was Head of the King's Guard for a reason. It was his duty to protect and serve the current King of Nightingale.

As it stood them that was Jolly, the first of the House of Lupus to hold the title of King in over 100 years. Such things did not come without hardship. If he showed any weakness at all the other houses would be after his throne.

With a deep sigh he left the train and immediately his bannerman filed around him. Instead of taking the carriages they walked. Looks of disapproval and disgust were given to the Nightingale students but nothing was said.

The view of the castle was magnificent. Even their own home didn't come close. It was no wonder why so many students from around the world came.

As they neared the school his bannerman closed ranks. They glared at any who came to close to him.

As students from another school and their years ranging between 2nd and 7th, they were told to wait outside the Great Hall. Already the Nightingale students were forming up into their respective houses.

The lowest House on the totem pole would be the first to enter. They would be followed by the next and so on until there was just the bannerman. Then it would be the King's bannerman with the Captain of the bannerman in the lead. Then Jolly would enter as King.

This was their tradition of entering another school. One that had been followed for centuries.

Finally a dark haired man in wealthy robes and said, " I am Deputy Headmaster Severus Snape. Nightingale students will be sorted after the first years. I am Deputy Headmaster Snape though I am not a Professor at Hogwarts. I understand you have recently undergone a tragedy so I expect you to come to either me, your Head of House, or any Professor in the vicinity for help if you find yourself struggling with either the course work or your…" Snape plundered for an appropriate word before settling on, "grief."

There were nods from young and old students alike. Many still had the haunted looks that Jolly had seen in the infirmary. The same look he saw in his own eyes.

They only stood there for half an hour before Snape ordered, "Come."

With the House of Leo first they followed.

Marvolo's POV

For the first time in years he attended the Welcoming Feast. Most of the time he was too busy with other things. This year was different for him however.

Hogwarts for the first time was accepting a large number of transfer students. After the Nightingale attack he personally sent out letters to accept the remaining students. The age varied greatly and each student would need to be watched.

Post traumatic stress disorder was not something muggles alone suffered. Many of his men suffered it during the war. If needed he would send the children to mind healers.

Then there were the other transfers. There was little doubt in his mind this set was sent by Dumbledore and his renegades. Ronald Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Fred and George Weasley, Hannah Abbot, and Susan Bones. All of the Heads of Houses had been alerted to watch each of these students carefully.

The first years sorting went without any issues. In came the transfer students. Leading the pack was the Light spies. Then followed in Nightingale.

From the corner of his eye he saw Sirius Black sit straight. His eyes were on the first set.

At Marvolo's question look the man explained, "Look at the outside of their forearms. Those tattoos represent their houses. My uncle Atlas was the only Black not to go to Hogwarts. He spoke of this knowingly because he was a member of the House of Ouroboros."

Marvolo noted that the first set to enter was the House of the Lion. The Black Lord continued, "The first to enter is the lowest House on the totem pole. Almost always this is the House Lupus or Styx. Usually it is the House of Leo or Ouroboros that is in charge. I wonder."

Indeed. The next to enter was the House of Styx. This group was far smaller than the lions. Then came the Ouroboros. Finally a small group of Lupus.

Sirius said with a wide eyed look, "A Lupus as King. That is unheard of. Here come the bannerman led by the Captian of the Bannerman."

The captain couldn't have been older than thirteen. His blond hair fell lightly into his turquoise eyes. There was a hardness about them that signified one having seen too much.

Then came the King of Nightingale. To his surprise it was just a boy of maybe 14 or 15. He stood at 5 feet roughly 7 or 8 inches. His jet black hair fell into his eyes. His eye color in determinable because of the sunglasses he wore.

Given that was night and he was inside that was strange. A legimency protection possibly?

With the grace of a pureblood he walked straight to the stool where the Sorting Hat lay. He crossed his right arm over his chest and bowed deeply.

Then he said an Italian accent lightly marring the the words, "Ego Rex Luscinis humiliter deprecare Sanctuarii."

The magic of the school answered the request. Only those sensitive to magic could feel how it tested the boy's words.

Marvolo felt it accept the boy and his request for sanctuary. The boy formally said bowing again, "Sit enim resistere mille annis."

Then he spun on his heel facing the students of his school and shouted, "Rex Lupus est signum!"

Sirius said next to him, "Extraordinary. He must be expecting trouble for himself or one of his people. To formally request sanctuary to the school and not the Headmaster is not done anymore."

That was because if the asker didn't have pure intentions magic would reject their plea. It proved how much of the ancient magics were taught to the Nightingales.

The other Nightingale bowed towards the Head Table. It seemed that despite his youth the King was held with respect. This would prove to be an interesting year.

A/N translations

1. I, King of the Nightingales, humbly seek sanctuary.

2. May you stand for another thousand years.

3. King's sign Wolf!