Chapter 9 – A Surprising Few Days

Harry paused with Ron, Hermione and Neville outside the Great Hall as they encountered Draco Malfoy, Blaize Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson after dinner on Thursday. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle leaned against the wall, watching and waiting. Draco stepped forward and Harry was pleased that none of his friends tensed.

The blonde Slytherin held himself straight with the haughtiness he normally exuded, but his voice was carefully civil. "Good evening, Potter. We were going to head to the Library to work on our Charms essays. As you and your friends are in the same class, we wondered if you might be going there as well."

The raven-haired Gryffindor quickly realized that the half-Veela needed to spend time in his company. Draco's year-mates were obviously there offering their quiet but visible support. Harry nodded and said "Good idea. I haven't started that essay yet. I still have the supplemental reading to do." He looked at the other Gryffindors. "Anyone else up for the Library? If not, I'll catch up with you later."

Hermione spoke up immediately. "When have I ever turned down a visit to the Library, Harry?" She hid a grin at the snorts of amusement from both the Gryffindors and Slytherins, then elbowed Ron who seemed to enjoy her comment too much.

Both Neville and Ron agreed as well, with Neville saying quietly "Why don't I pick up our book bags from the dorm and meet you there?" Harry smiled in gratitude at quiet brunette. "Thanks Neville." When Neville turned in the other direction to go to the Gryffindor dorm, Crabbe and Goyle followed him. Harry watched them with curious eyes, trying to decide whether to say something or not.

Blaise noticed Harry watching the dark-haired Slytherin and said quietly "They're going to escort Longbottom to make sure no one messes with him."

"That's very considerate of them" he responded, then flushed as even he could hear the surprise in his voice.

Pansy shook her head. "Slytherins don't go anywhere alone. We never know when someone might decide to harass or hex one of us, so we always travel in pairs or more. Because Longbottom is with you and you are with us, Crabbe and Goyle are giving him the same protection."

Harry was pleased to see that Hermione and Ron appeared as surprised as he felt. The bushy-haired girl was the first to recover. "Very commendable attitude." Ron nodded slowly, obviously thinking it through. "So you all watch out for one another, kind of like all members of one family. Makes sense." No matter how much he and his siblings teased and tormented one another, they were ferocious in defending members of the family from others.

The remainder of the students walked quietly to the Library, the Gryffindors considering the new concept. Harry wondered how Crabbe and Goyle really felt about the changed dynamics between Draco and him; were they really as slow as they appeared or were their dim-witted behaviors masks they had donned?

The group found a large unoccupied table for eight, but pulled a chair from another table to the end for their ninth. Harry sat down and smiled as his friends stayed back until Draco sat next to him on his right, and then arranged themselves around the table. He slid a few inches closer to the Slytherin, until their leg were touching and noticed an almost instant release of tension in the blonde.

Crabbe and Goyle returned with Neville, who looked a bit nervous with the oversized boys. He handed the other Gryffindors their book bags and sat down himself. They all pulled out books, parchments and ink.

Harry pulled out the assignment and reviewed it. "Select three Charms and explain and describe how they can be blended to work together." He looked at the index of charms in his text book. Perhaps he would focus on healing and write about Anapneo to clear the blocked airway of a target, along with Episkey to heal moderate damage to a body part and then Tergeo, to wipe or clean a target substance.

He began outlining his essay as Azreth and Chardok had taught him. Before his introduction to the Juanth Darastrix, he had no idea how to develop and write a proper essay and that was reflected in his grades. The two Academian lowaar had quickly taught him simple steps that made his writing assignments much more straightforward. He had no idea why the basic structure wasn't taught to all First Years.

He began with a horizontal link in the center of the parchment and wrote his topic. From there, he drew four lines out into the page, ending them with additional horizontal lines. These were where his main ideas or points would go. If he was trying to explain a process, like brewing a potion, he would write out the steps. As he was attempting to persuade the best uses for the three charms either separately or together, he needed to write his best arguments. From the lines with the points, he drew another line where he would write the facts and arguments that supported the main idea.

He felt Malfoy press against him and thought he felt tension in the other teen. Ydraith took a healer's perspective. "Ghergo'ir, while your legs are touching, they are separated by your clothing. He may need a more immediate touch, especially as you were apart for the majority of the day." She brought passages from "Veelas and their Mates", "Chosen by a Veela", and "Veela Inheritance: Fact and Fiction" to his mind.

With a mental sigh but an outwardly impassive face, he put down his quill and brought the text closer as if looking up his facts. Once he was no longer writing, he slipped his right hand down and then he quietly laid it palm up on Malfoy's leg. The other boy jumped slightly, but almost immediately laid his hand on Harry's before moving it up until his wrist was across the palm. Harry closed his fingers and clasped the other teen's wrist, even as he turned a page with his other hand. Within moments, he felt the tension begin to ease out of the half-Veela.

He smiled at Ydraith. "Thank you Nafldask. I might not have noticed." She sent him a mental smile and he turned his attention back towards his essay.

His reading was interrupted by a curious Blaise Zabini. "What's the diagram Potter? It almost looks like a family tree."

Harry looked up at the Slytherin and down at his line-filled parchment and chuckled, a rich and vibrant sound. "You're right. I hadn't noticed that. Actually, it's a method for organizing my thoughts. See, this line is my topic and these are where my main points will go, and then here are the facts to support them. Once I fill in the diagram, the rest is much easier. My thesis comes from the topic line while the body of the essay comes from the facts which I elaborate to support the main points. Then all I need is the introduction and the conclusion where I summarize the points and I'm done."

Ron leaned over to look at the diagram. "Good idea, Harry. I don't think I've seen you use this before. Mind if I copy the layout?"

Harry met his eyes, aware the other teen felt left out of a method of writing an easier essay. "It's just something I learned this summer. And you're welcome to try it, Ron." The red-head's eyes widened with understanding and he nodded. Harry looked around the table, making sure to include the Slytherins. "Anyone is welcome to copy the layout if it helps. I used to struggle with my essays, but this helps me lay it out and keep my information organized." His diagram was passed around. Pansy and Hermione apparently found it simplistic, but the other teens took the trouble to copy the format for their own use.

The assignment session between the two Houses when remarkably well, considering the teens had clashed for the last several years. They were rigidly polite with one another; no one wanted to break the fragile truce. As they began gathering their books and papers at the end of the night, Draco pulled out a slip of paper and slid it over to Harry. A quick glance showed it was his schedule. Harry pulled his own out of his book bag and laid it next to his.

"Tuesdays and Thursdays" he murmured. "No classes together." He looked up at the blonde. "Do you prefer to swap tables entirely for one day or different tables for different meals?" He didn't notice the Slytherins watching the exchange closely.

"Either one will be fine, H..Potter." At Harry's arched eyebrow, he added "I honestly have no preference."

"OK, Tuesdays at the Slytherin table and Thursdays at Gryffindor?"

"That would be fine. Thank you, Potter."

Harry nudged the other teen with his shoulder and said with good humor "Just common courtesy, prat." He gathered up his bags and then looked around at both the Slytherins and Gryffindors. "Thanks everyone. I do appreciate your efforts."

They left the library together, separating when the corridors branched off with civil farewells being called.

Ron waited about two minutes and then said "If anyone had ever told me I would spend a reasonable night surrounded by Slytherins, I would have thought they were barmy."

"I never realized that Parkinson and Zabini were such good students" murmured Hermione. "Did you see how they automatically helped explain things to Crabbe and Goyle? I think your diagram might help those two. Once Parkinson explained it to them, they seemed impressed."

Ron looked around to make sure there were no students nearby or portraits that could overhear him, and then turned to look at his dorm mate. "You got that this summer, Harry? From the Elder Dragons?" He breathed the last two words with near reverence.

"Yes, and it's been a big help. No one ever explained the key components of an essay to me before or how to structure it. No wonder the professors were so unimpressed. I can see the difference already."

Hermione turned stricken eyes on Harry. "You…I…I never thought about it Harry! You didn't know the basic steps? Oh, I'm so sorry! I thought..." She stopped abruptly.

Harry stopped and hugged his friend. "You thought I was just lazy or sloppy, didn't you?" As her face flushed and she dropped her eyes, he chuckled and added "No worries, 'Mione. I never knew what I didn't know, if that makes sense. But I expect to see a big difference this year. I'm almost looking forward to the first Potions essay."

"Steady Harry, no need to go off the deep end there". Ron grinned and punched his shoulder as they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady just before curfew.


Harry frowned at the sign-up sheet he was reviewing in between bites of his breakfast on Saturday morning. "The trials are going to take hours with all people that applied. Why is Quidditch suddenly so popular?"

Hermione shook her head at him. "Oh come on, Harry. It's not Quidditch that's popular, it's the tall, tanned, muscular Quidditch captain. Half the school fancies you. You have had to notice!"

Large green eyes widened with shock stared at her. "Me?" His voice squeaked and he made an effort to lower it. "Why would people sign up for Quidditch because of me?" He heard the harmony of amusement in his mind and shook his head at his lowaar.

Ron snorted as he bit into a kipper. "Let's see, you've been proven right about old Voldie being back, which means you were telling the truth over the past years as well. That means you've survived fighting him three or is it four times now. The Daily Prophet is calling you the 'Chosen One'. Plus after your…." He looked around and dropped his voice. "…your experiences this summer, you move with a confidence you never displayed except in DADA classes before and you look better than you ever did before."

Harry groaned and dropped his head to the table. "I thought they were staring because of whatever article was the latest flavor of the week, and I'm used to that. I'm not used to them looking…at me."

"Better get used to it, mate. I think it's likely to continue."

Hermione giggled suddenly and Harry looked at her suspiciously. "What 'Mione? "

"I just thought that perhaps Malfoy might be useful after all. You can claim to be a Veela's Mate, and a lot of them will leave you alone."

Harry gathered his papers. "Not helping, 'Mione. I'm going to the Pitch and try to figure out how to handle this."

A fine mist drifted down over the Quidditch pitch, layering tiny drops over the field and stands like shimmering crystal beads. In spite of the weather, it seemed as if half of Gryffindor had signed up for the tryouts, from first years who could barely sit on a broom to seventh years that towered over the younger students. He looked around and blinked at some of the students.

With a sigh, he shouted "If there is anyone here who is not from Gryffindor, please leave now." A group of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws giggled and left the pitch to watch the try-outs, or perhaps the Captain, from the stands.

He dismissed anyone who didn't have a broom in good working order, explaining if they weren't motivated to care for the broom prior to their try-out, he couldn't expect them to care for it during the season. He advised those disappointed students to think about it and try again next year.

The returning players from the previous year all volunteered to try-out, but Harry also asked for their evaluation of the new hopefuls. At the end of two hours, he had three Chasers and two Beaters. The Chasers included returning Katie Bell and Ginny Weasley, although Ginny had been the Seeker the year before. They all agreed that Demelza Robins dodged Bludgers as if it was second nature and made their third with Dean Thomas the backup Chaser. Although they were no Fred and George Weasley, the team agreed on the Beaters; a third year named Jimmy Peakes who managed to hit Harry and Ritchie Coote who had a great aim.

Harry took to the sky with three other Seeker hopefuls, but it was quickly apparent that Harry's skills far surpassed theirs. He gave each of the candidates' tips and then watched them chase the snitch again while the Beaters flew across the pitch and tossed the occasional Bludger in their direction. Finally, he asked Ginny Weasley to join them. The remaining team members agreed that she outflew the other candidates and she was named the reserve Seeker. If Harry was unable to play, then she would play Seeker and Dean would step up as the reserve Chaser.

Harry deliberately kept the Keeper position for last hoping the pressure would be less. Unfortunately, those that didn't make the team stayed in the stands and heckled those trying out for positions. Even though Ron had won the final match last year, he was looking decidedly green.

Harry tried not to be nervous for Ron when he lifted off for his tryout, but there was no need. He saved all five penalties in a row, including a couple of difficult ones and Harry had to admit to being relieved that he could offer the position to Ron. Now the team was set and all they had to do was reserve the Pitch for practices and train.

Ortinoth rumbled in his mind "Well done, ghergo'ir. You handled today calmly and treated everyone with courtesy and fairness. You make the Clan proud."

Harry smiled at his lowaar. "I succeed only through the strength the Clan lends me."


Showered and refreshed, Harry looked around the dorm room. There was surprisingly little for him to pack. He had thrown out all of Dudley's old and worn out clothing before coming to school that year. The Clan had gifted him with many Welcoming gifts, including a change of clothing for every day. He now boasted both lightweight and heavier trousers in black, charcoal grey and a summer tan. Seven shirts of either linen or silk in various jewel tones accompanied them. He had a pair of ankle and knee-high boots. One of his favorite gifts from an Artisan Clan member was the dragon belt buckle, which Harry loved. A book bag with multiple compartments, charmed to be lightweight with more space inside than out was another gift. The clothing was now folded neatly in his trunk and the book bag lay on top. The drawers of his nightstand were empty of the treats he normally stored there.

Seamus came up and laid an arm around his shoulders. "We're going to miss you, Harry. It won't be the same without you." Dean nodded. "We've shared the room for five years…it will seem odd."

Neville smiled at him. "At least we're in the same classes and it's not like you won't be with us at meals or sharing the Common room. Even so, it will seem a bit empty now."

Ron frowned at his dorm mates. "Now come on, it's not like he's moving out of the castle! And you said we can stop by, right mate?"

Harry grinned at his friends. "Right! In fact, I'll be looking for you to do just that. Malfoy and I already agreed that members of both Houses can come visit. Just remember to be civil if there are snakes also calling. Those will be the House rules. Outside rivalries drop once you cross the threshold."

A light pop announced the presence of a house elf. "Good morning Mister Harry Potter, sir! Dobby is here to help the great Harry Potter sir move to his new room."

Harry smiled at the small and eager face. "Good morning Dobby and thank you for helping. I've got everything packed into the trunk and book bag, so there isn't much to move. I was just going to levitate it behind me and walk it there."

The house elf looked appalled. "Dobby will be moving it for Mister Harry Potter, sir!" He snapped his fingers and disappeared with the trunk and book bag.

"Well, that was easy" Harry chuckled. "Hey Dean, are you taking bets on how many trunks Malfoy has?"

"Oooh, good idea Harry!" Harry let the other teens argue among themselves whether Malfoy's trunks would number in the single or double digits and made his escape.

Hermione smiled at him in the Common room. "All set, Harry? Do you need any help?"

He smiled and held out his arms and she stepped in for a tight hug. "You better meet us for breakfast every morning so we get our 'Harry fix' to start the day" she whispered fiercely.

"No worries, Hermione. I'm not planning to give up that much time with my best friends.

Ron escaped from the bedroom and joined them. "Come on, mate. We'll walk you to your new rooms."

Dumbledore had selected family quarters midway between the Slytherin and Gryffindor dorms. "Slytherin-Gryffindor" Harry muttered to the portrait guarding the room. He and Draco would need to agree upon a new password.

Hermione and Ron looked around the room with interest. There were two brown stuffed chairs flanking a fireplace with a brown sofa facing the hearth. Empty bookshelves lined the wall on either side of the fireplace. A round table with four wooden seats made up the rest of the furniture. A door on the right wall was labeled "Potter" while a door on the left wall was labeled "Malfoy. On the far wall was another door, presumably to the shared bathroom.

He led them to the right door, which was warded to his magical signature. Inside, the stone walls were painted a warm gold. The four poster bed was the same type as the dorm rooms, covered in a cream spread accented in crimson and gold. A crimson rug covered much of the stone floor. A wooden desk and chair were against one wall, and a standing wardrobe stood open, already filled with Harry's clothes. His trunk was at the foot of his bed.

"It was a little more obnoxiously red and gold last night, but I toned the colors down a bit after Dumbledore showed them to us."

Hermione smiled and nodded. "This is very nice, Harry. And not so large that the other students will be envious, plus it uses the same type of student furniture. Dumbledore was making sure you weren't targeted by jealousy for the private room."

Ron looked at her surprised. "I don't think that many people would be jealous of a Gryffindor and Slytherin sharing quarters. But it is nice that you can do your homework alone if you want or use the table in the Common room if you don't use the House room."

"Actually, the quiet of only two students may make this a preferable site for homework" Hermione noted. "Of course, the Library is nice and quiet as well" she said with satisfaction.

Ron stepped through the connecting door and inspected the bathroom. "Two sinks, but only one shower and bath tub. So you'll have to coordinate when you shower, but that's not too bad. Although knowing Malfoy, you'll probably want to go first." He snickered "I'll bet he spends an hour getting ready every day, the ponce."

Harry chuckled warmly. "I'll let you know." He looked around the room. "I think I'll add some book shelves above the desk to make home work a little easier. Other than that, I'm satisfied."

Noises from the front announced that Draco had arrived. The Gryffindors stepped out into the Common room. Draco was accompanied by Pansy Parksinson, Blaise Zabini as well as Crabbe and Goyle.

"Welcome" Harry said inclining his head. "I was just showing Ron and Hermione around."

"Potter" Draco said with a slight smile. The smile remained but his voice cooled slightly as he nodded to Ron and Hermione. "Granger, Weasley. I was doing the same."

"Oi, Malfoy, out of curiosity, how many trunks did you need to move?"

Draco arched an elegant eyebrow. "Three. I still need to pick up a trunk that uses wizarding space. Why?"

"Just curious. Harry fit everything in one trunk and book bag."

"Only one?" He shook his head. "Obviously, someone needs to take you shopping, Potter."

Pansy perked up. "Shopping?" She evaluated Harry with renewed interest. "Now that might be fun."

Harry chuckled good-naturedly and held up his hands as if warding off danger. "Uh-oh. Why do I suddenly have visions of being a dress-up doll?"

Pansy grinned at his tone while Zabini snorted. "Run while you can, Potter."

"I take it you speak from experience? In that case, I will politely decline…or is that run like hell?" He winked at Pansy. "But thanks, Parkinson."

As Harry walked Ron and Hermione to the door, the Gryffindors missed the surprised look on the Slytherins face before they turned to enter Draco's room. "Ron, I'll see you later to talk about some practice strategies. Keep your fingers crossed that our new Beaters work out."

Ron nodded. "See you, mate. Good luck." Hermione gave Harry a hug and whispered "Come see us if it gets tough." They stepped out through the portrait and Harry returned to his room. He considered transfiguring something to be shelves but decided to call for Dobby instead.

The house elf popped in with a smile. "Mister Harry Potter sir! How may Dobby be helping the great Harry Potter sir?"

"I wanted to add some shelves above the desk, but didn't have anything to transfigure."

"Oh no need, Mister Harry Potter sir! Dobby is getting shelves and being right back!" He popped out and returned within minutes with two wooden shelves and wrought iron brackets. With a snap of his fingers, the brackets mounted themselves and the shelves were attached. Dobby looked around the room. "Would Mister Harry Potter sir like a tapestry for the wall?"

"Well let's see…are there any Quidditch tapestries?"

"Dobby will look, sir!" He popped out again, a house elf with a mission.

Harry chuckled and began unpacking some books and putting them on the shelves. He used the lower shelves for his school books and the upper shelves for his Quidditch and other personal books. The six Veela books from the Malfoy library went on the second shelf as well. He heard muffled laughter coming from Malfoy's room, and was pleased that the Slytherins were making it easy for the half-Veela. "Of course," he thought to himself, 'they could be laughing at me."

Satisfied, that his room was as complete as he needed (assuming Dobby found an appropriate tapestry), he returned to the sitting room just as Draco said good night to his House friends. Pansy Parkinson, paused and then returned to where Harry sat on the sofa.

She leaned down and spoke quietly. "Potter, we appreciate you helping Draco out. We will treat you and your friends with appropriate consideration. Her voice dropped to a low whisper "However, if you deliberately hurt Draco, no one, not even the Dark Lord, will ever find what's left of your body." She pulled back and gave him a brilliant smile before moving back to the door. With another smile and a small wave she said "Enjoy the new quarters you two!" and left with Zabini.

There was a small awkward pause as the two teens were left alone in their new quarters. Then remembering that they hadn't seen each other before now, Harry moved to the sofa facing the fireplace and sat down, then held out his hand palm up. "Do you need contact, Malfoy?"

The blonde looked at him impassively. "I do. I'll join you in a moment." He retreated to his bedroom, but returned quickly with a parchment. Sitting next to Harry, he offered him the parchment who accepted it with his left hand, but lightly grasped Draco's wrist with his right, pulling the blonde down onto the sofa.

Holding the fine linen paper, he glanced at it, but looked up puzzled at Draco when he saw it began with "Dearest Draco". The blonde explained "A note from my mother." Still confused, Harry continued to read at the other's gesture.

Dearest Draco,

Thank you for your latest note. I was relieved to hear that Mr. Potter not only agreed to share quarters, but has been so understanding and amenable to accommodate your needs. It is difficult for others to understand the requirements of those with Veela blood, but to find someone so tolerant after your history of rivalry is truly remarkable.

If you are moving in to your new quarters on Saturday, would you and Mr. Potter be agreeable to your father and me paying a brief visit on Sunday? We do not mean to intrude, Draco darling, but to offer your Mate the opportunity to ask any questions he may have, whether they be about Veelas or the Malfoy family. He must have a great many questions. Please Floo or send an owl to let us know.

With love,

Mother

Harry wondered whether the Slytherin showed him the note so that he would see the positive comments about himself and whether that was planned. But did it really matter? He decided that it was of little importance.

He wanted to say that he wasn't ready to accept seeing the Malfoys yet, then gave a mental snort. "So much for vaunted Gryffindor bravery. For how long will I avoid them?" Gathering his courage, he looked at Draco and said "Why don't we invite them for luncheon tomorrow? We can have the house elves prepare something and serve it here and have a discussion afterwards." Harry felt his lowaar express their pride in his courtesy and maturity.

Even with the demonstrated maturity, he had to hide a smile when Draco was clearly surprised at the suggestion as well as grateful. "Severus' Floo is on the network. I'll use his to respond later this evening."

After mentioning his godfather, the blonde looked at Harry and hesitated briefly. The Gryffindor raised an eyebrow. "The article in Witches Weekly…I just wanted to express my condolences for the loss of your godfather." Harry's eyes closed briefly in pain, but he nodded.

"Thank you. I miss him." He swallowed against the tightness in his throat.

"I was troubled to learn that he was unjustly imprisoned for all those years without a trial. My mother was born a Black, cousin to your godfather, and even she believed the propaganda and didn't know that he was innocent."

Harry gave him a small tight smile. "Sirius was one of my father's best friends. He was also the only person to offer me the love and support of a family. If he hadn't been killed by Bellatrix, I would have lived with him as soon as his name was cleared."

Draco frowned. "I don't understand. Weren't you brought up with the Muggle side of your family? I thought that was where you went every summer."

Harry's face became impassive. "My Muggle relations didn't want to take me in and resented the fact that I was left with them. They told me that my father was an unemployed drunkard and that my parents died in a car accident, which is where I received my scar. They refused to admit that magic existed and I was punished for any accidental magic that occurred as I grew up."

Draco's appeared dumbfounded by that. "What did they do when your Hogwarts letter came?"

Harry tried to hide any emotion as he responded "They wouldn't give it to me. Finally Hagrid came and hand-delivered it, told me that magic was real and that I was a wizard. He's the one that let me know the truth about my parents and how they were killed."

He looked at Draco from under his lashes. "Hagrid was one of the first people that ever treated me with kindness. He gave me my introduction to the magical world by bringing me to Diagon Alley to buy my school supplies. When I first met you at Madame Malkin's, I had only learned hours before that I was a wizard. When you saw Hagrid outside and insulted him, you were slighting someone who had treated me better than almost anyone ever had in ten years." Draco's eyes closed briefly as he recognized the impact of his brusque comments five years earlier.

Harry sighed briefly and continued. "When it was time to go to Hogwarts, I had no idea how to get onto the platform 9 ¾ at King's Cross, but ran into the Weasleys. They were all very helpful and kind to a lost, naïve and lonely young boy. The twins helped me get my trunk on to the train, and Ron became my very first friend my own age. Later when you came into the compartment and offered me your friendship, your contemptuous attitude towards Ron reminded me of my bully of a cousin. That's why I turned you down."

Draco's face twisted with regret. "So if I had shown a little tolerance towards Weasley that would have made a difference?"

The raven-haired teen considered. "It depends on whether Ron would have shown the same tolerance, and he was still several years away from learning self-restraint." He offered Draco a wry grin. "I may love him like a brother, but I'm not blind to his faults. I can say that I would have been civil myself if you had been." He gripped the blonde's wrist more tightly. "We can't live in the past though, can we? What's done is done, and we go forward from here. So you invite your parents for luncheon tomorrow, and we'll ask the house elves to make something nice."

The blonde considered him and Harry thought he was going to ask more questions, but instead he nodded and said "I am certain they will accept the invitation. Thank you."


Lowaar = Indwellers

Ghergo'ir = young one

Nafldask = grandmother