As the Hogwarts Express moved out of the station, Harry couldn't help but to breathe a sigh of relief. Just a few days ago they had been at the Quidditch World Cup and it had been an amazing game. Unfortunately, the night wasn't as great as followers of Voldemort had decided to remind everyone that there were quite a few of them that had avoided jail time because of their bribes. It wasn't the smartest of ideas for them, but anyone who served Voldemort were obviously lacking in the brains department. Alyss and Alan had instantly fallen back into their roles of Centurions, even though there were others that were supposed to lead while in England, and had managed to get the cohort together and take down three death eaters before the other death eaters decided to vanish. The Romans could have taken down more of course, but the majority of the members that were in country were magic users and their goal had been to keep the tortured mundanes safe in case someone attacked whoever was holding the spell.

Then, the ministry showed its incompetence by trying to arrest all those that had defended themselves and fought back for their lives. Unfortunately for the ministry, the Houses of Potter, Longbottom, Bones, Black, and Diggory laid into Fudge and Crouch in front of Skeeter no less. Politicians were always the media's favorite chew toy.

Now, they found themselves on the train making their way to Hogwarts. While Harry and by extension Jason and Reyna joined his brother and friends in the regular carriages, the rest of the visiting legionnaires had taken up the added on compartments near at the end of the train. "So Harry," Charles began as the train was pulling away from the station, "We never did ask, but where is your cohort staying? And are you going to be joining us for classes? I'm sure Grandpa Albus will have already set up plans and will tell us tonight, but can you go ahead and tell us?"

Harry laughed at his brother's questions while Hermione seemed just as interested. "Apparently, when Alyss and Alan left us for those few days, they were setting up our campsite on Hogwarts grounds. As far as classes go, I think those of us that have wand based magic and can perform the spells that Hogwarts teaches will join the classes occasionally. Most of the time though, while you are in class we will be having our own training that would have been going on if we were at camp."

"Wait, you guys will be camping! This is Northern Scotland, how will you survive?"

"Hermione," Reyna sighed, "I don't have magic and it seems I know more about it than you do. Do you honestly think anybody would allow a group of school aged children to camp without protections?" Hermione blushed at the mistake, but Reyna just smiled at the girl. There were quite a few at camp that had tons of book smarts, but not a lot of common sense. Of course that usually lasted less than a year before it was usually beaten into them. Since she lived in a somewhat peaceful society Reyna could understand a little she supposed.

Before anything else could be said, the compartment door was rudely opened by the arrogant ponce known as Draco Malfoy and his two ever present bookends. "Well scarhead, mudblood, blood traitor, another year, can I hope that you are actually going to snuff it this year? Oh, and what's this you have three new losers as your hanger ons? Who the bloody hell are you?"

"Heir Malfoy, I demand you make apologies to those that you have just insulted and vacate the premises immediately or I will demand reparations from you and your family," Harry stated imperiously, after dealing with Octavian for the last three years, Harry had added to his pureblood repertoire.

"And just who in Merlin's name are you?" Malfoy sneered trying to intimidate the newcomers.

"I am Harry Potter, Heir Apparent to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter and I think I told the heir to the minor house of Malfoy to apologize."

Now, Draco Malfoy would be an example in the mundane world for what inbreeding could cause in decreased brain activity, but one lesson had been pounded into Draco's head and that was never to anger those that were stationed above him. He could rile Charles up because he wasn't the Potter Heir and he stayed well away from Bones in Hufflepuff and he was lucky that Longbottom was without most of his spine, which wasn't true, but he didn't like confrontations. Knowing that he had no other choice, Malfoy bit out a terse apology, "I am sorry for my harsh words!" He and his ever present bodyguards then left quickly.

"You need to work on that," Jason teased as Harry sat down and Reyna grabbed a hold of his hand, "Not enough snobbery. I could still tell you were human and not a god amongst lesser beings."

"What did you just do?" Hermione asked although she was the only one that seemed to be confused as even Ron recognized what Harry did. It wasn't that Reyna and Jason knew the history of magical Britain, but the way Harry acted was all that they needed to know.

Harry looked at Hermione in confusion and then turned to Charles for help. He thought Hermione was supposed to be smart and here she was after three years of magic and a summer after being among an old wizarding house, she was still confused. It wasn't right for someone to be around that much knowledge and act like that. So, Charles was forced to give an impromptu lesson on the pureblooded hierarchy.

As Harry and his brother spoke to each other and the others about the hierarchy of the wizarding world, Alan stared out the window lost in his thoughts of his conversation with Albus earlier this summer.

-Flashback-

Green flames leapt from the fireplace as the elderly but powerful figure of Dumbledore stepped through, his eyes alight with seriousness that the Potters hadn't seen since he delivered the news of the prophecy. James greeted Albus as he entered their home, "Albus, it's good to see you. I assume you want to speak to Alan?"

"That would be best James." Since Alan had told him that it didn't require any immediate attention, Dumbledore had used last night to convince his longtime friend, Alastor Moody to be this year's Defense professor as well as extra security for the tournament. He had tried to get an auror squad as year round protection for his students and the foreign guests, but with the downsizing that Fudge had pushed on the DMLE on the advice from one Lucius Malfoy, they could only spare an auror squad on days of the task and Dumbledore thought it was only because Fudge himself was showing up on those days. Of course, two of the marauders were part of the auror force and many others had children attending Hogwarts this year, so they had an open invitation to the grounds as long as Madam Bones and Dumbledore approved.

James soon arrived with Alan and Lily in tow and the four of them took up a spot in the Potter Library as it was one of the more secure rooms in the manor. "Let's get down to business," Dumbledore stated taking over the meeting, "Now what did you find that caused you concern Alan."

"What do you know of soul containers?" Alan asked the adults and while Lily and James were lost, Dumbledore's reaction showed that he had.

"Did Tom really fall so far?"

"Indeed he did, the scar on Charles' head is without a doubt one of the soul jars of your boogeyman and I'm actually surprised his brain hasn't been damaged," Alan answered.

"Hold up just a tick," James said butting into the conversation, "Now, just what is a soul container and why would my son's brain be damaged because of one," With Lily nodding empathetically beside her husband.

Alan prompted Dumbledore to explain as it would probably be better coming from the wizened old wizard than a young nineteen year old who didn't even study the same magic. "Soul containers have many names such as soul jars or, as they would better be known as in Europe, Horcruxes. They are some of the most vile pieces of magic to have ever been crafted as they require the user to tear your soul into pieces. The only way I have been able to find out that would split your soul is the killing of the true innocents, the young children that have yet to be scared by the cruel realities of the world."

"You mean to tell me that my baby boy has a piece of Voldemort's soul stuck in that hideous scar?" Lily nearly screeched. To think one of her sons was connected to that monster and that monster had dropped another level of humanity.

"If Mr. Roberson's findings were indeed correct, that is indeed what has happened and if young Charles' scar is a horcrux then what possessed Ms. Weasley two years ago was a horcux as well."

"You have one of his horcuxes?" Alan asked wide eyed. If they indeed had one, then their struggle against the mad man would be far simpler. "An intact one?"

"Not intact, Charles stabbed it with a fang of a basilisk and freed Ginny from her possession," James said, proud that his son had defeated a basilisk, but slightly miffed that Arthur's daughter had been so careless with a magical book. She said she had tried to get rid of it, but had never discussed her problems with a teacher.

"Well there goes that route. If you find another intact horcrux make sure to contact me before you destroy one of them, there's a ritual I know that could finish off all of Voldemort's anchors if I had one available to me."

"Well, why can't you use it on Charles and get rid of the piece in him?"

"Because the ritual tends to obliterate whatever object the soul is tied to. The rest of the soul container simply have the soul removed and then destroyed, but the first one is lost forever."

"Right, no ritual just yet," James said quickly which caused Alan to smirk.

"Very well, now that I know what to look for, this shall be my top priority. Now, Alan would you mind telling me about the camp. I'm sure it has changed since my mother once attended those hallowed hills," Dumbledore prompted, effectively changing the topic and getting them all off that horrible train of thought.

-End flashback-

Alan was pulled out of his memories as Alyss laid her head on his shoulder and curled up next to him. "You need to stop worrying about that Alan," She said softly. Of course she would know what was bothering him as he could never hide anything from her. "Dumbledore is looking for one of the horcuxes and then you can do your magic and Britain will owe you a debt that beyond a few people will never acknowledge what they do owe you." Alyss was not impressed with the way this society was arranged and she was happy that they would only have to deal with those in Hogwarts, not that young minds were any better than their parents and many times they were worse.

"I know," Alan sighed, "And it's not my fight, but I'm afraid it will become those three's fight since Harry comes from this society and his brother is one of the key players."

"Yet they are proud members of the legion Alan and you have taught them well. If it is their fate to fight, then they will have their training to fall back on. Forget about those things for now and help me think on how we should enter the hall for dinner." Albus had mentioned to Alyss and Alan on one of his visits that when another school visited Hogwarts, they tended to make a show of their introductions and they wanted to make an impression. Plus, the two got to sit at the staff table which would be interesting.

A/N: It was a short chapter, but I struggled to write almost every word! It was a pain in the butt and I almost called it haha. I know exactly what I want to write next chapter, so hopefully it won't take me three weeks to write. Thanks for being patient with me and sorry if it was a little too convenient for Alan to know a ritual to destroy the horcuxes, but at least I didn't make it super simple. Until next time.