"Harry if you don't get up now, we're never going to make the train. Everyone else is ready." Gawain nudged the sleeping teen.
"It's still dark outside."
"You have your blanket over your head, son."Gawain had already packed Harry's belongings, except, of course, for his birthday blanket.

"Fine, I'm getting up." Gawain flicked his wand and Harry's blanket folded itself into Harry's trunk.

"Hermione had a difficult time getting your owl into her cage this morning; I think she likes the freedom."

"Who wouldn't?" Gawain ruffled his son's hair. It took Harry a few minutes, and then he was at the table eating breakfast with everyone else.

"I 'ope 'alfoy 'oosen't…"

"Can't you ever speak at a meal without food in your mouth, Ronald?"

Ron swallowed. "Sorry, 'Mione. I was going to say that I hope Malfoy doesn't show up this year. Can you imagine what kind of stuff he'd say now that he knows Harry's related to him?"

"At least he can't insult my family anymore. We're related on both sides. My mum and Narcissa were cousins, and our fathers are brothers." Harry took a large bite of pancake.

"Not very close brothers, mind you. Lucius was always arrogant and rude. My mother likes me more because I didn't go around spouting off how much money we had or how much purer our blood was…I still don't. We'll go over to Mum and Father's house on Christmas. You'll love her."

"I could use a few more family members who don't want to sell me to Voldemort."

"Lucius sounds a lot like Draco."
"Definitely a case of the apple not falling far from the tree, Hermione. And why they decided to name their son after the worst of our ancestors in the last two hundred years, I will never understand."

"Wasn't Draco your great-grandfather's great-grandfather? I believe his wife's name was Priscilla."

Everyone turned to look at Hermione. "Do you actually know everything, or does it just seem that way?" Sirius couldn't begin to guess where she'd found out this tidbit of information.

"When I found out that Harry was a Malfoy I researched his family history." Hermione looked at Gawain for confirmation.

"She's right. The first Draco died in 1980 at 185. He was a pompous idiot too. His son, my great-grandfather's grandfather, was killed at age 40 by some dark lord. My great-grandfather's father is still alive. He's around one hundred and thirty. His name is Samuel, and he and his wife Rebecca live in my parents home as do my great-grandparents, Rufus and Athena, they're around 110, and my grandparents, Scorpius and Diana…they're around 90. My parents, Abraxas and Ariana, have a huge house. You'll love meeting all of the old people, Harry. They're so nice. All of the men were well respected Aurors and all of the women are on the International Board of Potions Makers. You've inherited both of these traits, an aptitude for defense and for potions, though the potions aptitude had been blocked for a while."

"Lovely history lesson, Gawain. Here's a tidbit about your mother's family, Harry. Our father's family was exceedingly interbred, he was married to his cousin…don't know why I turned out so well, really…and they followed every single dark lord there's ever been. Your grandmother's family was exceedingly brilliant at Transfiguration and most of them were legitimate future-seeing seers."

Harry loved hearing all of the interesting things about his family.

Since Harry could walk this time, they decided to floo to London. Molly was feeling a bit under the weather, so Sirius and Gawain, who'd taken a day off, were in charge of taking all six students to the train. They went through the fireplace two by two, trunks, owl cages and all. Gawain rushed the group through the Atrium and outside to catch the Knight Bus to the train station. They were only on a few minutes, but Ron never wanted to ride the thing again.

"I rather liked it, Ron."

"This is coming from the guy who enjoys taking completely vertical dives at 160 miles per hour just to fake out the other seekers," Ginny added.

Gawain raised an eyebrow at his son. "Oh really? How come you never told me that?"

Harry looked sheepish. "I did tell you, Dad. Don't do that eyebrow thing…you look like Uncle Severus." When they got to the platform, Sirius and Gawain gathered the teens around them. "Keep your wands out and make sure to watch and listen for everything. If anything feels remotely wrong find Minerva or Severus." Gawain looked at Harry. "And son, remember that I love you."

"Love you too, Dad." Hermione pulled Harry off toward the Prefects car and Ron spotted Neville and the other Gryffindor boys. "You don't think that you-know-which-relative-of-mine will be a prefect, do you?"

"I really hope not."Unfortunately for them, the one person that they didn't want to see came onto the train right after they did. "Those features look a lot less haughty on you and your father, Harry."

"I noticed."

"Well, well, well…what have we here? My muggle-loving cousin and his pet mudblood. How does it feel to have a name with power and prestige behind it?"

"You tell me. I'm not into all of that pureblood garbage." Draco sneered but couldn't come up with a decent comeback. Most people in the meeting knew who Harry was since his story had been published in the Prophet earlier in the summer. Harry didn't realize it, but he must have dozed off, because the next thing he knew, Hermione was tugging at his sleeve.

"Harry, we've got to go patrol the corridors now."

"Yes mum." Hermione rolled her eyes. Once they had finished their patrol they caught up on summer news with Neville.

"How was your summer?" Neville took in Harry's change appearance.

"Pretty good. We spent most of the time at my dad's huge home in France. He's the head of Aurors there."

"He's not anything like Malfoy's dad, is he? Gran told me they were brothers."

"They're about as alike as Voldemort and Aunt Minerva."