Rise of the Night Sky - Original Chapter 4: Y1: Sorting, a Harry Potter + Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha Crossover fanfic

Disclaimer: I own nothing at all to do with Harry Potter, nor I do not own nothing at all to do with Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha.

Before you move onto the story, this is about the complaints with the whole bashing that involves James Potter.

First of all, I'm not a believer of the Prince's Tale in the last book, as truly that memory only shows everything from Snape's point of view. So of course the man would make it so it only shows the terrible things James has done and none of the bright stuff.

Secondly, it was proven from the tale, along with from the talks between Harry and the other Marauders in the books, that James was arrogant and cocky when it comes to pranking to Slytherin or playing quidditch as well as somewhat spoilt in his youth.

So in this story, I'm going by the fact that James was spoiled by his parents growing up. When he married Lily, she was the one who kept him in line when it came to their twin sons. With Lily's death, combined with the sudden fame and belief that his brother in all but blood betrayed them, his mind became split and caused him to raise his son, the Boy-Who-Lived, just like how his parents raised him.

So I do hope that helps explain out this bit enough, but also saying that, Snape won't simply look at Harry and be kind and gentle to him. The cold man will not simply turn good in an instant.

Thank you for everyone who reviewed. Your opinions on which house Harry should be sorted into was interesting to read. Here is the next chapter; I hope you all enjoy it.

Chapter Story Word Count (Not including A/N or Previous): 15,654

Key:

"Talking" – 'Thinking'

"Using Spell" – [Device Spell using]

{Mage Mind Link} – [Device Talking]

Previously:

Looking at the letter on his desk, it was telling him to arrive early on September first, as they would be holding the final staff meeting that involved preparing for the new school year.

Also, it seems they would be four new staff members joining this year.

He, himself, for Transfiguration for first years to fifth, but also a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, a new Muggle Studies professor, and the biggest shock, Dumbledore had finally retired old Filch and allowing the House Elf's to do the caretaking.

So instead, Albus has hired a person that will be handling the detentions, allowing the professors to focus on their work.

The intoxicated James Potter sat back in his chair; sleep began to take effect over his drunken body. A single thought running through his head.

'Nothing is going to ruin Hogwarts for his son…the boy-who-lived…'

The sound of some pans being moved around downstairs woke a pink haired one from her sleep, she blinked looking around to see the sun hasn't begun to rise yet, which was confirmed when she saw the time on her clock.

04:34 a.m. Sunday 1st

September, 1991

She still had an hour and a half before she started her morning run.

Hearing the noise again, which sounded slightly different this time, she quietly rose from her bed and grabbed the pendant form of Laevatein. Swiftly, she moved silently down the staircase, then the hallway.

The lights in the kitchen were turned on as there was rustling between the fridge and the sink. Calming her breath, she allowed her ears to pick up on the sounds coming from the room.

Among them, was the recognizable sound of wheels moving along the floor.

Letting her guard down slight, she put her device back around her neck as she moved to standing in the doorframe of the kitchen, where she sees her master by the oven warming some milk up.

Sadly, by the look on his face, she knew what was happening.

This was a side effect of the therapy lessons from the kidnapping with Dursley's. As of late, the Wolkenritter's master had been haunted by nightmares that would cause him to wake earlier than normal in the morning.

One of the four would usually try and get him to talk about it with them, but he would simply smile at them, in his kind way of putting them before his own needs, and tell them that he was fine…and to stop calling him master.

In the past year since they had awaken, all four of the guardians have gotten close to the master.

Signum was due to that protective bond she holds for him, not the kind that she simply had to protect him because he was her master, but a true protective bond to keep him away from harm. Plus she was the one he usually confines in the most.

Zafira as Harry needed at least one male influence in his life to talk with, expressly things that were too embarrassing to bring up around the two elder female guardians. Despite that male influence being a wolf most of the time.

Shamal with the way the two of them work around the house cleaning and how she always was the one to make sure he stayed healthy. Plus the small amusing cooking lessons that he would attempt to give her.

Vita was the one who went from being the most distant from their master, to being the closest as if they were really siblings. She would always be there to look out for him, like he would always act like a big brother to her and aid her when she needed help.

The pink haired knight waited until he was finished, pouring the warm milk into a cup and putting the pot in the skin, before making her presence known.

"Master Harrison."

The boy seemed to have been in deep thought, as he jumped slightly in his chair when his name was called. Wheeling it around, he faced the pink haired knight.

"Signum, why are you awake?" he asked her, who he presumed was the eldest of the four knights, "And stop calling me master already!" he added on with annoyance in his tone and crossed his arms, trying to do his best glare and failing.

The Knight of the Sword smiled and shook her head. "I heard some noises downstairs and came to investigate." She replied walking over to him, a look of concern on her face as she knelt down to his side. "Is everything alright Harrison?"

"Yeah, just some ruff nights. Nothing big." He replied in a way, which was trying to make her see that nothing was wrong. But with the nonbelieving look she was giving him, once again, he sighed and gave up. "They've been getting worse…"

Leading him out to the living room, she placed his drink onto the small table before the sofa while Harry moved himself from his chair and onto the sofa. Signum taking a seat beside him, after turning the light on.

"Is it the same as before?" She asked him straight off, knowing not to beat around the bush. As most of his nightmares would mainly focus on himself still being in the Dursley's house, with them hurting him and being left alone in the darkness.

Harry shook his head. "No…tonight was different it…it felt completely real."

"How?"

The boy took a sip of his drink as he looked up towards the roof, his eye full of worry. "It was raining. It felt as if I was really there at that moment."

"What else?" Signum asked, knowing that simple rain would cause much of a nightmare, unless, of course, one was terrified of water, which she knew her master was not.

"There was smoke rising into the sky," he told her, seemingly lost in his own world. "It was coming from an old medieval castle as one of its towers was burning in flames, its wall and archways destroyed."

Now she had a setting. "Was there anyone there?"

She had noticed his breath become hitched, he tried to speak and tell her, but all it resorted in was a nod of the head.

From the look alone, along with the way he wasn't looking at her, meant that it must have involved her and the guardians "What happen Harry." She asked him gently.

He was silent for a few minutes, before he spoke up and replied.

"Vita was a few feet behind me, she was unconscious and bleeding." He spoke up, the bangs of his hair covering his eyes. "Her device, Graf Eisen, lay in pieces around her…but she wasn't the only one…"

His grip had increased on the cup.

"Shamal and Zafira were also unconscious and heavily injured." He continued. "Around us, there were bodies and blood. Once side with children wearing robes, the other men and women in black robes and silver masks, they were either dead or dying."

Signum felt the room around her chill, looking at her master she watched as the mug began to freeze from where his hands was touching it.

"There were others, those I don't recognize, but seemed to be helping us…they was too blurred to recognize." He added on, not realizing that his emotions were playing up again, causing his ice ability to slowly start going out of control.

Seeing that items of furniture were starting to freeze, Signum tried to calm her master. But as she reached out to him, she froze in shock. He was looking at her with tear falling from his forest eyes.

"A-And you…" he spoke once more, coughing slightly, "…you were barely awake, looking at me as if trying to apologies as if you failed me…" hiccupping more, "Your own sword, Laevatein, was impaled through your chest…"

The ice was increasing even more and faster than before.

"Then everything broke away into a darkness. I was alone in the dark, I-I-I don't want to be alone in the dark…" he all but scream, as the cup shattered in his hands. "I-I-I…"

He was cut short as he felt a pair of arms wrap around him, he looked up weakly as Signum smiled gently at him. "It alright master, we are here for you." She spoke gently to him, "We will never leave you."

The boy couldn't hold it in any longer, the pain he was trying to fight back since the kidnapping…no, six years' worth of pain from living with the Dursley.

The pain that he had felt from being left along for being weak, from being hurt because he was a freak, from being picked on because he was different.

The Knight of the Sword just held her master close as she felt him cry, he always tries to look strong for them and make sure that he was fine. He was always so kind them, where others had hurt and tortured them because of the purpose.

Signum had sworn on her sword that she would not collect the pages of the tome, but she also made another oath on her sword, one that she would make sure her master would live a long and happy life. That he would not fall because of the corruption of the book.

She knew that the other three had all made their own promises as well, they weren't going to let any harm come to their master. He's always been there for them, and they will be there for him.

Wiping his eyes, the boy smiled weakly up at the knight. "Thank you Signum." He spoke softly, as he was moved back into his wheelchair.

"Come now master, you need your rest before we leave later." She replied, pushing him back towards his bedroom. She would worry about the ice after she was sure her master was asleep.

Entering his room, she seated him on his bed. As the boy was going to lay back on his bed, he winced and grabbed his chest slightly, his breath hitch slightly. An action that Signum did not miss.

"Is everything alright master?" she asked.

Harry smiled and nodded, breathing in slightly as the pain stopped. "Yeah," he replied lightly, "Just some small chest pains, they happen every now and again."

What the boy didn't notice, was a slight worry in his knight's eyes. "How long as this been happening?"

Pondering for a second, he replied. "Since my birthday…I think." He shook his head. "Well it's nothing important, I'm sorry for waking you Signum."

"It's no problem." She replied, pulling the covers over her master as he slowly went back to sleep. Looking over at his desk, her eyes landed on the Book of Darkness.

Biting her lip, she walked out of the room. Looking at the sleeping form of her master one last time, knowing she needs to talk to the others about this.

1st September. 09:00 a.m.

Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts, Scotland

Two hours before the train will leave Kings Cross.

Closing his pocket watch and storing it in his robes, the headmaster of Hogwarts looked down at the paperwork on his desk. He would need to get this all completed before everyone arrives.

On his desk was a list of the positions in this school and who was in that place, in other words, a complete list of the professors and their posts.

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

Deputy Head: Minerva McGonagall

Head of Houses:

Head of Gryffindor: Minerva McGonagall

Head of Hufflepuff: Pomona Sprout

Head of Ravenclaw: Filius Flitwick

Head of Slytherin: Severus Snape

Core Posts:

Astronomy: Aurora Sinistra

Charms: Filius Flitwick

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Quirinus Quirrell

Herbology: Pomona Sprout

History of Magic: Cuthbert Binns

Potions: Severus Snape

Transfiguration: [First to Fifth] James Potter

Transfiguration: [Sixth to Seventh] Minerva McGonagall

Looking at the list, Albus wondered whether he should talk to Minerva about her positions.

After all, while she did have a good idea to cut down on the stress by only teaching N.E.W.T, many have still called her up about being unfair as she was the Deputy Head and Head of Gryffindor allowing to overturn things easier than the other heads.

The headmaster also had to sigh looking at Severus Snape's name. He is trying so hard to keep the man out of Azkaban, but the potion master is determined to make everyone hate him in and out of his class.

Plus he is also one of the main causes between the rivalry between the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin, with the way he insults the lions with unnecessary point loss and detentions, mocking them in front of his snakes.

But then again, looking at James Potter's name, the man was going to be even worse now that his mortal enemy was going to be close for the entire year. Potter egging on the Gryffindors, while Snape pushes his Slytherin…

Maybe he should ask Poppy to overstock on the calming draught.

Shaking his head, he focused on the rest of the staff list.

Elective Posts:

Study of Ancient Runes: Bathsheda Babbling

Arithmancy: Septima Vector

Care of Magical Creatures: Silvanus Kettleburn

Divination: Sybill Trelawney

Muggle Studies: Shamal Evans

Staff:

Caretakers/Cooks: Hogwarts House Elves

Discipline/Detention Head: Signum Evans

Flying Instructor/Games Organizer: Rolanda Hooch

Gamekeeper: Rubeus Hagrid

Librarian: Irma Pince

Matron: Poppy Pomfrey

He had to sigh in relief that Mrs. Evans agreed to teach Muggle Studies, looking over the names that had wanted to apply for the teaching spot, all pureblood, it would have turned out like normal. With them making the muggles look like backwards monkeys.

Argus was particularly angry that he was being dismissed, but the headmaster did it in the softest way possible, hell, he was even able to get the man and his cat a small cottage in Wales so they had somewhere to live.

Also, he hoped that the second Mrs. Evans as the head of detentions will be able to handle things, especially since Severus will send a lot in her direction…but then again…

Evans isn't a common name in the wizarding world, given how close the man was to Lily during his first five years at this school, he is instantly going to picking up and act suspicious, since he knows Lily only has one sister.

Neither Evans listed was her.

Shaking the small details out of his head, he had something more important things to worry about at this present moment.

The Philosopher's Stone.

He was extremely annoyed at his old friend Nicolas Flamel, he didn't want an artefact this rare in his school. But alas his old friend wanted him to hold onto the stone due to they needed to move locations, a dark presence seem to have found where they were staying.

Even though he hates to admit it, he knows who the dark presence was.

His thoughts had been proven when he received word the goblins of Grinngotts that the vault the stone stored in, after the headmaster had gone to collect it, had been broken into by an unknown person.

The person was able to get in and out without a trace, much to the goblins anger and annoyance. The headmaster was glad that he had decided to go and collect the stone earlier that morning.

The stone right now was locked away in Headmaster's Vault, a special vault that can only be opened by the headmaster or mistress of Hogwarts. The only time a deputy's head can open it is if he is away on important business.

However, Albus knew the presence of a dark figure will figure out that he has the stone, being the only one close enough to the Flamel's to be trusted with their secrets, and come here to take it.

So to capture the person, the headmaster had planned to set up a decoy stone in the chamber that can only be entered through the chamber on the third floor. Then get the core professors to set up basic traps that a first year could pass, and finally, he will set the main trap in the final room with the stone.

But there was only going to be one problem to his plan…the students.

He knew that if he told them that the third floor was off bounds, the older years, mainly the Weasley twins, would head there to see why it was off bounds and what it held. But if he didn't tell the students, then many would notice that the floor was off bounds and cause the same effect.

'Maybe Mrs. Evans as the new Discipline Head would have an idea on keeping them away…' he though leaning back on his chair, as Fawkes was chirping melody notes, a calming sound.

The last thing Dumbledore wants is one of his students to get hurt. They are his highest priority in this school, not some artefact or positions, but the safety of his students.

Sitting back up straight, Albus turned back to his paperwork. He should get this complete before everyone arrives.

He hopes this will be a peaceful year.

Potter Manor

10:10 a.m.

The last month had been hell for the man, firstly getting over the major hangover he caused himself that night, three bottles of fire whisky are not good on the head or throat, the second on a the view of other certain matters.

James Potter stood in front of the mirror as he made himself look presentable, today was his son's big day.

Today they will be riding the Hogwarts Express to the school he went to and graduated from, to which they will be sorted into Gryffindor, the house of the brave and of the true light wizards.

He already knew that there were going to be reporters waiting at the station for them, so they, as in himself as Lord Potter, his wife, and his two boys, had to look their best. After all, their picture will end up on the front cover of the Daily Prophet.

"James, you almost ready?" Alice asked as she finished grooming her hair and smoothing her robes out.

"Almost," he replied, straighten his robes out. "Can you go and make sure those damn elves have finished packing the boys' trunks, as well as seeing if the two are ready to go?"

His wife nodded her head as she left the room, like how a true pureblood lady should act, leaving the man to continue on with his train of thoughts, looking at the mirror as he attempted to tame the untameable Potter hair.

Many thoughts still lingered on in his mind, though a few remained at the top of the pile.

The first had to do with his son's wand.

Neville had gotten a wand that was thirteen inches, made of cherry wood with a unicorn hair as the core.

The boy's grandmother, Augusta Longbottom, wanted him to use his deceased father's wand. It turned out Neville wasn't compatible with it, much to Augusta's disappointment.

His son, on the other hand, had a wand that was also thirteen inches long, made of yew wood with the core being a single strand of a dragon's heartstring. A powerful wand for casting offensive spells, as well as quick casting.

However, Michael processed a second wand.

Yes a wand that was 11 inches long, made of holly wood, and had a phoenix feather core. According to Ollivander, it was the brother wand of the Dark Lord himself, but there was one problem.

The wand didn't accept Michael as its master.

No matter how hard the boy tried to force it to his will, the wand would not bow or obey what the boy wants done.

To keep face to the audience, a small plan was made.

James brought the wand, as the wand maker was all too happy to get rid of it, along with two wand holsters. Ignoring the rule that stated minors who were under the age of seventeen were forbidden from owning two wands.

So as the plan goes, Michael would tell everyone that his wand was the brother of the Dark Lords, making them believe and show that he was indeed the true destroyer of the one that brought darkness over them.

When in fact, he real wand would be hidden in his left sleeve as it was his wand arm, the plan, when he's showing his status as the boy-who-lived he would show the brother wand. When he goes to cast or duel, he would hide the brother wand in the wand holster on his right arm and draw the proper wand from his left holster.

He only hoped that the boy remembered to keep switching between the two wands so he doesn't get caught.

"Hey dad lets go, we don't want to miss the train." Michael called up the stairs to his father, being the Boy-Who-Lived or not, he wasn't going to miss the train for his first year at Hogwarts Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Alright, get Dippy to send the trunks on ahead." He called back, picking his wand up and putting it into his wand holster.

There was only going to be one other problem, his so called 'squib' of a son and the fact that Albus didn't notice that his name was on the list…

With a click signalling that his wand was in place, a thought crossed through his mind that maybe Albus did know and was mocking him when he showed him the book. A book which stated there was a Harrison Evans instead of a Harrison Potter.

After all it made sense. He disowned the boy so his precious Michael would become the heir to the Potter House. In doing so, by magic, the boy's name would fall back onto his mother's name.

The problem?

Since he disowned the boy, the only way James could gain control over him and to tell everyone he was his firstborn, is for the boy to publicly announce his true name, a.k.a Harry James Potter, and that he accepts coming back into the family.

Otherwise, there is nothing he could do.

He tried to use the idea of becoming his magical guardian, but it seemed that one by the name of Shamal had been named that guardian, according to the goblins of Gringotts since they are the main record keepers.

Shaking his head, he descended down the stairs.

He would worry about this matter once he met the boy face to face after their first class, one way or another. He will get what he needs done.

Kings Cross Station

10:20 a.m.

Harry just couldn't believe how fast it went from standing in King's Cross on Platform 9¾ to sitting on the Hogwarts Express, which is now making its way down the tracks through the countryside.

As he sat in the compartment, Vita opposite him with Zafira still in his wolf form lying on the floor besides him, he remembering what happened that morning.

Arriving at the King's Cross station wasn't unusually for a lot of people, but today however, was an exception, as people were staring oddly as the families that were pushing trolleys carrying old fashion trunks, caged owls, cats, and toads, along with all other kinds of items that you would never normally see a person have in this day and age.

But however these families just ignored them as the continued on the way down the path.

"So this is the entrance to the magical world?" The young girl's voice asked as they reached the wall between Platform 9 and Platform 10.

The hidden platform of 9¾ was hidden behind this wall, or as they were told by Professor Flitwick in Diagon Alley, and again by the runes professor when she stopped by a month ago with the magical wheelchair for Harry.

The wheelchair looked just like the one he would always use, only this time it wasn't run by electricity.

As explained to them by the Runes Professor, he had to tap his wand against the rune that was on the left armrest, pouring some magic to activate or deactivate it, the rune being keyed to only his magic.

Once activated, the chair would hover about a foot or two off the ground, allowing him to float up or down the staircases with ease. So he wouldn't have to worry about the many staircases that Hogwarts processed.

"It would appear so." Harry murmured as he looked at the wall, before turning his gaze to Zafira, who was drawing a lot of attention to them. "Zafira, can you…"

[Understood.] The wolf replied back through his thoughts, as he jogged forward that turned into a run.

The rest of the small group watched as the moment the wolf reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, he had vanished.

[Zafira, Are you all right?] Harry asked as he couldn't see the guardian anywhere in sight.

[I'm fine.] Was the reply, [Just walk between the two barriers and you end up on the Platform.] she informed them as Harry nodded her head now understand.

He sent Vita with Shamal through first, as they pushed the trolley with their belongings.

"You ready?"

Looking up, he saw Signum take the handles to his wheelchair, the boy gave a weak smile and nodded.

"Here we go," she replied as she pushed the chair, in a bit of a run, at the wall.

The boy feared he was going to smash right into that barrier, even though he had seen the others pass before him, the barrier was coming nearer and nearer, he closed her eyes ready for the crash.

It didn't come, he felt his wheelchair coming to a stop as he opened his eyes and gasped.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people.

A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, Platform 9¾.

Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every colour wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.

Even though arriving less than an hour before the train was to set from the station, the platform was still partly packed.

They could see some eyes darting to them, mainly towards Zafira as there were mutters that 'he was the boy who refused to give the Boy-Who-Lived that wolf'.

"Come on, let's go and find a seat," Shamal spoke softly walked on towards the train, though certain eyes were following them the entire way.

It was a good thing that they had gotten there early, with many of the students still standing out on the platform with their families. The small group was able to find an empty compartment about halfway along the train.

Shamal made sure they were both prepared for the train ride, while Signum stored their trunks in the overhead compartment with the cage that contained the snowy white owl that was brought at Diagon Alley.

It had been amusing listing to Vita trying to give the owl a name.

Many of those names involved Snowy, White, Ice, or Frozen. They swore she even tried the name Mrs. Snuffles. The choice in the end came after dinner when the girl was looking through the text books with her master.

She was reading some paragraphs out loud from A History of Magic. One of the witch's names was Hedwig. To which the owl hooted in response, it took Vita by surprise, repeating the name a few times before understanding it was the name the owl wished to be called.

Once the two made sure they were set and prepared, with Zafira being the one to keep guard, the two elder female guardians vanished from the compartment they were standing in, with the use of the portkey that had been supplied to them.

A few minutes of silence passed, a whistle was heard, indicating that the train would be leaving the station soon.

Resting back in the seat he closed his eyes for a small nap, only to blink as there were cheers and loud talk coming from outside his window.

Looking at his watch, it read 10:50 am, ten minutes before the train would be leaving the station and make its way down the track. Wondering what could be creating this kind of noise, he looked out the window along with Vita.

It seemed now was the moment for James and Alice Potter to make their grand entrance onto the platform, leading Michael and Neville in front of them as the posed for the cameras, as well as answering interview questions.

The Weasley family seemed to be with them, all of this was gaining Michael the attention of their peers, which were causing the cheering and the whispering of 'There he is, the Boy-Who-Lived' and all that.

Well almost all the Weasley's. The father of the group just shook his head at the sight, while the eldest son present wearing glasses, rolled his eyes and moved off to the train after saying goodbye to his father.

"I don't know why," the boy spoke, catching the attention of the two guardians. "But something tells me that were going to be getting a lot of problems from those three this year."

The two didn't reply as the sound of the train whistle went off, causing those outside to say their final goodbyes to their parents and hurry onto the train before it started moving out of the station.

Unknown to those seated in that compartment as they stopped looking out of the window, James had grabbed his son by the arm to stop him as his whispered something into his ear.

"Listen to me Michael. Don't seek the boy with the wolf." The man whispered into his son's ear, he held his hand up to stop the boy before he could argue. "Trust me, when I'm through with him, he will be practically handing you the wolf by the end of the year."

A cocky smirk grew on the boy's mouth as he nodded his head. "Very well father, I swear from this train ride to the end of the sorting, I will not seek them out."

James smiled proudly and sent his son onto the train.

Hogwarts

11:45 a.m.

If anyone was to set foot in the dungeons of Hogwarts, you would instantly feel the coldness as if you were walking into a freezer. It was one place that many would try to avoid, unless that is if you are in Slytherin House, as there dorms are in the dungeon, or for potions.

For one, this temperature was perfect for his potions. The coldness would keep the potions calm and safe. Of cause many still complained, the coldness being one, while the other was that the fumes were dangerous.

Unknown to everyone, bar the Potion Professor and the headmaster, there was runes on the roof of the potions classroom, which sucks the fumes into the roof after class and exhales it outside the castle.

Though the potions professor didn't care, to him, every student in this castle bar his Slytherin were dunderheads and did not understand the true art of potion making like he did.

Professor Severus Snape, one of the few true living Potion Masters, professor and head of Slytherin house since 1982, and the one person who everyone, bar Slytherin, hated because of his bias towards the snakes.

His hair greased from the fumes of the many potions he had created in the past, was right now nearing the ending of brewing yet another potion which he would present for his N.E.W.T level class. That consisted of six Slytherin, three Ravenclaw, and one Hufflepuff.

But in truth he was not in a good mood at the moment, first was the fact that the Potter hell-spawn would be starting at Hogwarts this year. He had already made a good note on how he would humiliate the brat, who would no doubt be arrogant like his father.

He will also make sure to add the Longbottom spawn and yet another Weasley child onto the list.

Though the Weasley boy, from what he noted, seemed to believe that he deserves anything on a silver platter, if he doesn't get it then he would act like his mother and shout. Causing more than enough fights, which he would blame the other person started.

The second thing that completely boiled his blood more than anything was the fact that James Bloody Potter, had decided to leave the Auror Force and teach here at Hogwarts, for the next SEVEN years.

Albus has asked him to act civil with the man, but Snape's reply was a simple 'HA'. Believing the old man was trying to mock him or something along those lines. Act civil with Potter, the one who took everything away from him.

The one who made him look like an idiot, the one who humiliated him in front of others, the one who would steal his work and then pass it off as his own, and most importantly…

The one thought that would always make him growl…he was the one who stole the heart of his precious Lily Evans.

With the chiming of the clock, the man sighed and cast a stasis charm around the potion to preserve it until he got back.

Like every year for the start of term staff meeting, Severus Snape was late. He didn't really mind of course, it suited his style. "Severus." Dumbledore greeted him with the usual smile as the Potions Master entered.

Snape took the available seat between Professor McGonagall and Hagrid. However, from being late, the man didn't notice those sitting on the spare chairs.

"Now that we are all here," Albus began, with a clap of his hands. "We may begin."

Snape leaned back slightly and watched his cup fill was his usual straight black coffee, just the way he liked it. To his right Minerva gave a sniff of disdain. She didn't approve of his high caffeine intake, with a cough Dumbledore interrupted Minerva's glare.

"Now, who would like to begin the meeting?" he asked as Professor Flitwick flicked a hand in the air to catch their attention and set down his own frothy vanilla coffee.

"I have received a few complaints from members of my house, about favouritism."

Pretty much the entire staff turned their attention towards Snape, though quickly averting their eyes under his mocking look. The headmaster and a few others retained their eye contact.

"I have had that brought to my attention recently." He spoke looking at the man. "What do you have to say Severus?" he asked, wanting to hear both sides.

Snape snorted and leaned forward, putting his cup back on the table.

"It should be plain to you all by now, that the Ravenclaw's and Hufflepuff's have expressed no interesting my class. I doubt it would make up much if they did, for they seem to lack talent all round. As for the Gryffindors, well they don't exactly excel. It is hardly as though I am to blame. I find it building to give points only to the deserving."

There was silence before a scoff was heard. "Don't you mean, you trying to sabotage their chances of enjoying potions, Snivellus?"

That nickname, that god dam nickname. Looking over to the side, to see the arrogant smirking fact of James Potter, the potion master felt his teeth grinding, about to snap or give his comeback when someone cut in.

"Ah yes, now would be a good time to introduce are new staff members." The headmaster spoke quickly, defusing an argument before it could begin.

At this the staff looked around the room.

The two recognizable faces were that of James Potter, who wore his trademark smirk, and Quirinus Quirrell, who seemed to be shaking from head to toe. They believed he must still be spooked from the vampire attack, during his training for the position.

The two faces that weren't recognizable were the blonde hair and the pink hair women.

"Quirinus has return to Hogwarts after being away for the year, he will be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts instead of Muggle Studies." Dumbledore explained, noticing Snape gave a small sigh of relief. No doubt glad that it wasn't Potter who got the job he wanted.

"Next we have James…" the headmaster sighed at hearing a small cough, "…Lord Potter, who will be teaching Transfiguration from first to O.W.L's." as the staff gave a small clap.

"You cannot be serious Albus." Severus butted in rising to his feet, ever since he was told at the end of year staff meeting that James was joining he would always try to voice his complaint, now he was going to let his voice be heard.

Albus sighed, knowing this was going to happen.

"Now Severus…"

"No Albus," James interrupted, rising to his own feet. "Let's hear what the dungeon bat had got to say?"

Staff members on both sides began to move back as wands were drawn by both professors, one wearing a cocky smirk, the other growling with narrow eyes.

Signum and Shamal had to blink as they looked around at the entire staff as they didn't nothing. [They're supposed to be professors, yet they act like children.] The lady of the lake thought, to which her companion nodded slightly.

[If this is how they act, I would hate to think how they influence their students.] The knight of fire replied, as the two standing men were about to cast a spell each when the headmaster interrupted.

A bang echoed through the lounge, causing many to jolt in their seat. The headmaster held his wand in the air as he looked at both sides. He wasn't smiling at all to the surprise of the staff that knew him well enough.

"Both of you will retake your seats this second," he spoke firm, but a hint of strength behind it. "It is almost half past noon and the students will be arriving here with the feast being at seven. So whatever issues you have with one another, you are to get it out of your system before they arrive."

Both men flinched back as they retook their seats, if there was one thing that everyone knew, was the fact that they headmaster might be nearing a hundred and ten but he is still very powerful.

"I already know for a fact that we are going to have problems this year, one with the item being asked to be hidden." The headmaster spoke, as only certain professors know what the item is. "However, as professors I will ask both of you to act your age!"

Neither man said anything, not trusting the voices to do so. All they did was nod their heads in reply that they understood, even though they didn't want to.

[Shamal did you feel that?] Signum asked, as she watched the headmaster put the wand away into his robes.

[Yeah.] She was able to reply back, before the headmaster signalled in the direction.

Coughing slightly to gain everyone's attention, he signalled in the direction of the two knights. "Now I would like to introduce are new Muggle Studies professor and are brand new Discipline Head."

"Discipline Head, Albus?" Sprout asked confused.

"Yes, the Discipline Head will be in charge of detentions." He explained simply, to which he was greeted with the sight of some relief looking faces. One thing that was always complained about was the fact that they never had time to mark work because of watching detentions.

"So allow me to introduce Shamal Evans, as our Muggle Studies professor." He introduced, signalling to the blonde haired woman, "And Signum Evans, are new Discipline Head." He continued as the office was silent.

"Evans?"

That was the single question asked, after all Evans wasn't a wizarding surname and only one Evans had ever set foot into this school.

The girl was Lillian Evans.

Of course, James knew that his disowned son would be using the Evans surname, but his caretakers also had the same name? Lily only had one sister and neither of these two were Petunia. Lily also never once mention having magical cousins…so how?

Unknown to the man, Severus was having the same thoughts.

For the years he was close with her, until the incident in their fifth year, she had never once mentioned having any magical cousins. So he was wondering on who these two imposters were?

"Now then," Albus said, clapping his hands to bring everyone's attention back to him. "I would like to go other the class schedules once last time."

An hour had passed since they had started off down the track, an hour had passed and all they had become annoyed with people peeping through the window to see the blue wolf that Vita pulled the blind down.

By now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.

Vita was busy lying back on the seat opposite him, playing with the white bunny teddy that she always held close to her. There was no way she was going to leave this at home, for nearly an entire year.

Zafira was lying down on the floor, sleeping lightly but would be easily woken when needed.

Finally, Harry on the other hand, had pulled out his drawing pad and had gone back to his drawings. Near the front where his main four designs of his guardians, wearing the barrier jackets that he had designed for them.

In the next few pages, with Harry flicking through them, held pictures of different places that they had visited, along with different kinds of drawings that had members of his family in it, and some markings that appeared in his dreams.

He was slightly thinking about how he had told Doctor Astra about how he had been accepted to a boarding school in Scotland, it took a bit, but they were able to convince the man that he would be fine and the school nurse would continue his check-ups.

However, he did inform them a while ago that his fellow doctor in Japan, Doctor Ishida, would like to meet him about his condition during his Christmas break.

Since they had plan this a few months before discovering about Hogwarts, they had a place set up for them Uminari City for the holidays in which Harry would meet the doctor. Having informed the headmaster of this, he agreed to let them slip away a few days earlier with portkey.

Around another half an hour had passed by when there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said. "Anything off the cart, dears?"

"Oh, no thank you," Harry replied back gently, as Vita had reached up into the trunks and pulled out two lunchboxes. "We packed are own lunch."

"I understand, however if you change your mind I shall be moving down in that direction." She replied back, giving them both a smile before closing the compartment door behind her.

Being left alone again, Vita had pulled out a third lunchbox to which was placed in front of Zafira. Before opening her own and digging in, after all it was her masters cooking, one thing that she did love more than anything.

Harry just shook his head in amusement as she dug in, going back to his own meal.

There was another knock at the compartment door as a round-faced boy, if Harry remembered correctly, called Neville Longbottom, the brother of the Boy-Who-Lived, came in.

The boy couldn't help by tense a little, wondering what this one wanted.

"Sorry," he said to the two "But have you seen a toad at all?" When they shook their heads, he sigh "I've lost him, he keeps getting away from me!"

"He'll turn up," said Harry in a reassuring voice.

"Yes," said the boy miserably "Well, if you see him…" and left without even finishing.

Neither had noticed the shifty eyes he was making, looking around the compartment when he was there.

"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Vita replied as she put their lunchboxes away in their trunks, giving Hedwig a small pet, before sitting back down looking over her wand. "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could."

She had just started twirling her wand around her fingers when the compartment door slid open yet again, without even knocking. Neville was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it." Harry replied calmly before Vita could say a word, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in Vita's hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then." The girl said, though it did sound slightly more demanding than an asking way. As she sat down in the seat next to Harry.

This annoyed Vita even more, but once again Harry cut her off before she said something she would regret. "I sorry to sound rude, but you can't just barge in here, then demand to see magic." He told her.

"Then obviously you can't do magic that well," she replied in a tone that tried to make her sound right. "I've tried a good handful of simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard…I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough. Holy…what kind of wolf is this!?" she asked finally taking note of Zafira, causing her to reach out and stroke him, "Where did you…"

"Okay, that is enough!" Vita stated, grabbing the girl's arm before she could touch Zafira's fur. "First of all, don't you know it's not only rude to touch someone else familiar, also the fact you also barged right in here without knocking or even introducing yourself."

The girl blinked at what she was being told, but didn't have time to reply as the little redhead went on.

"Furthermore, if you had read first year book to heart, tell me what the warning page says."

"Warning page?" she asked blinking slightly.

Vita nodded her head. "Yes, that page you see the moment you open the front cover of your book." She replied, pulling out her charms book and opening the cover to show a warning page. "One which informs all students about using spells in a Muggle area, a warning that could have caused problems for you and your parents."

She looked slightly gobsmacked at what the redhead just said to her, she looked like she wanted to argue back. But thinking about it, the bushy-haired one couldn't help but note that what the girl said was true, plus she never did read the warning page, she was so excited to learn of this new world that she skipped it.

Without another work she left, taking the boy with her, interrupting his eyes looking around the compartment.

Harry sighed softly as he looked over at the youngest knight and asked "Did you have to do that?"

Vita didn't reply as she leaned back in her chair, the boy sighed slightly as he stroked the wolf's head. He knew Vita had a good heart, but the only one she would ever open up to, apart from the guardians, would be Harry himself.

But he couldn't blame the girl, after all she has been locked in a tome for so long that she never really got to hang around younger children.

Seeing as she didn't want to talk in this area, he dropped it and pulled a letter out. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was about four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Do you mind if I can get Hedwig to send a letter for me?" he asked, Hedwig hooting that she would, mainly to get out of the cage she was in.

"Well if she doesn't mind." Vita replied, opening the cage door and allowed the owl to hop out, stretching her wings.

She then glided over and landed on Harry's knee, holding her foot out to try the letter onto. Attaching the letter to her foot, the owl was ready to go.

"Can you please deliver this to Hayate Yagami, Uminari City in Japan?" He told the bird, which bobbed its head before taking flight out of the window that Vita opened up, then closed once she flew through.

The guardians were introduced to this friendship between Harry and Hayate, when the girl called for the monthly talk. To say she was surprised when Vita was the one who answered the phone.

When passed to him, Harry explained that he know had caretakers who connection to the family by his mother's side. This led him to introduce them and send a picture by email of the five, six now including Hedwig.

He had to laugh at her written response about them, especially at the side of the oversized blue wolf.

Harry hasn't told Hayate that they would be visiting in the Christmas holidays, mainly because he want to surprise her when they would meet face to face, after his first medical check-up with Doctor Ishida.

Sitting back down, the redhead looked over at her master.

"Hey Harry,"

"Yes Vita?"

"How long do you think it would take Hedwig to deliver the letter?" she asked, as she knew that it would take more than a good couple of days to nearly a week, before the owl would reach Japan from their location.

In respond to her question, Harry pulled out the guidebook they were given. He turned the pages until he landed on one that talked about the wizarding world messenger owls.

"According to this, Hedwig will be traveling through something called the 'Magical Owl System'." He replied, reading what was written.

"Magical Owl System?"

"Yeah…" he replied looking closer at the book "Apparently, wizarding owls who need to travel to another part of the world would take this system. To enter it, the owls fly through a stone access point before disappearing."

"Then what?" a curious Vita asked, sitting up as she listened.

"In the system, all owls are directed in groups to the country's owl portal. However, if a family has paid for the curse check system, then any letters you send out or receive would be checked before continuing on."

"Curse Check System?"

"It basically just checks to make sure that there are no harmful curses on the letters. It can be paid by ten galleons a month, or sixty-five galleons for an entire year…" Harry said, before thinking "Remind me when we next visit Diagon Alley to subscribe for the system for are letters."

The girl nodded her head.

"From there, the group owls move to a routine quarantine zone, just to make sure that they are not carrying anything that would disrupt the nature balance in the country they are going to, before finally being allowed to go through the country's portal."

"How long should all that take?"

Closing his eyes, Harry calculated.

"It takes six hours overall though the system, so it will be ten o'clock our time when she comes out the portal into Japan, which the time there would be tomorrow six o'clock in the morning."

"Wow, that's so much more explainable for student's parents that don't live in the country," Vita had muttered, before a thought crossed her head "What if an owl is tried while crossing through the system?"

Looking through the book, Harry found his answer "According to this, there are rest stops in the system, where an owl can rest for a maximum timeline of an hour before carrying on."

As he closed and put the book down, the compartment door slid open yet again.

Only this time it wasn't the Boy-Who-Lived 'brother' or the bushy haired girl this time. This time three entered, both Evans recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop.

He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest and annoyance than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley.

"Is it true?" he said, his voice sounding dark. "They're saying all down the train that the boy who owns the big blue wolf was in this compartment."

"Yes, and?" Harry asked them. He was looking at the other boys that were standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy as if he was trying to show off, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"Well it's nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy, but can I ask why you are here?" the boy asked.

The pale boy turned back to Harry, from looking at Vita, and sneered. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, mudblood." He spat, glaring. "So I'm going to say this nice and simply, you are going to hand over that wolf to a pureblood where it should belong."

"I'm sorry, but Zafira is bound to me. So I think I'll keep him." he said coolly, causing Vita's lips to twitch up slightly.

Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks. "I'd be careful if I were you, mudblood," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit polite you'll go the same way as all other mudbloods did in the first wizarding war."

The boy sneered more, when the boy in the chair before him didn't show a drop of reaction to his threat.

"Very well, you said what you needed." Harry replied. "Please leave."

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? Not until we teach a mudblood and his filthy sister a lesson." The boy spat before looking at one of the boys. "Goyle, teach him one of those lessons."

Goyle nodded his head dumbly, as he went and reached toward the boy to grab him.

Only to scream in surprise when the wolf rammed into him, sending the ape size boy back into the other one and knocked them boy out of the compartment. Malfoy looked panic as he watched the wolf growling and walking closer.

"M-m-my father will hear about this!" he shouted, though it sounded more like a squeak as he ran for it from the compartment. A dark patch forming on his trousers, as the apes dumbly followed after him.

"What has been going on?" the bushy haired girl from before demanded to know, as she stood in the doorway.

"Can we help you with something?" Vita asked, as she was about to close the door before the girl appeared.

"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there." She said, trying to act like one of those prefects from before in the corridor. "You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"

"Would you mind leaving already?" Vita asked, trying not to snap at the girl again.

"All right. I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," said Hermione in a sniffy voice. "And you've got food around your mouth, by the way, did you know?"

Vita growled at her as she left, slamming the door shut.

Harry peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down, so he and Vita pulled on their long black robes.

After all it was the first night, they as long as you have the robes on that should be fine.

The train slowed right down and finally stopped. Outside the window it was dark, but clear skies showing the stars above. The speaker told everyone to leave the trunks and pets, as they would be taken up separately.

Harry stroked Zafria's head and told him he would see him soon, the wolf nodded his head, saying he would keep an eye on their stuff as well as Hedwig's empty cage.

People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air, even with their uniforms on with the robes over the top, it was still cold out.

Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students. "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" the big hairy face, of what could be guessed as a giant, beamed over the sea of heads. "C'mon, follow me—any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"

The students slipped and stumbled, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much.

"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."

There was a loud. "Oooooh!"

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry had to thank the person who charmed his chair, as he simply hovered onto one of the boats with Vita joining him, they were soon followed by a boy named Dean Thomas, and a girl named Su Li.

"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then—FORWARD!"

And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.

"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff. They all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face.

They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbour, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.

"Everyone here?"

Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

The door swung open at once. A tall, black haired witch in emerald green robes stood there. She had a very stern face, one that told the students that she was not someone that you wanted to cross.

"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid informed her.

The witch nodded her head. "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide and allowed them into the entrance hall. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them led to the upper floors.

They followed Professor McGonagall across the flagged stone floor.

Harry could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from a doorway to the right the rest of the school must already be here. Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall.

They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on a couple of students. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall "Please wait quietly." With those final words, she left the group alone in the chamber.

"How exactly do they sort us into houses?" Harry asked quietly, as Vita shrugged her shoulders.

Taking a breath he calmed himself, there was no point in panicking over something like this. Though looking around from his wheelchair, he saw that everyone else looked terrified, which was understandable as this sorting will tell you where you have to go for the next seven years.

No one was talking much except the bushy hair girl from the train, who was whispering very fast about all the spells she'd learned and wondering which one she'd need.

The Boy-Who-Lived and his friends were telling others that they would have to prove themselves with a test, but then again what kind of test? Since they haven't, supposedly, learned any magic yet.

Out of nowhere, several people behind them screamed. Turning his wheelchair around, he gasped alongside everyone else around him.

About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall. Pearly white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying. "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance…"

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost…I say, what are you all doing here?"

A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years, but nobody answered.

"New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them, "About to be Sorted, I suppose?" he asked to which a few nodded the heads mutely.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" the Friar informed them. "My old house, you know."

"Move along now," a sharp voice spoke up behind them. "The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through the opposite wall. "Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."

Thanking Vita as she moved his chair into line behind a boy with sandy hair, they were lead out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

Harry had never even imagined such a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in mid-air over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting.

These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver.

Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Harry looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars. He heard swore he heard someone whisper, "It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History."

It was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.

Harry quickly looked down again as Professor McGonagall silently holding what looked like a four-legged stool. But the hall was silenced as a new twist happened at this feast, the headmaster himself rose to his feet.

"I know this might seem different from other years, however, I would like to get this important announcement out of the way before with start the sorting."

The students, seated at their tables, started whispering between one another wondering what it was. The first years just looked around confused.

"As many of you have noticed, we have some new staff joining us this year." He stated, looking across the Head Table.

This caused the whispers to pick up, many people had noticed the new staff members sitting at the head table, the most looks going to either the pink-haired women, who those remembered from Diagon Alley, or the blonde haired woman sat next to her, which drew most of the males gaze.

"As I'm sure some of you remember, I would like to welcome back Professor Quirinus Quirrell. Only he will not be teaching Muggle Studies, he will instead be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts."

The students in the hall clapped respectfully for the professor, who waved his hand shaking.

"Due to her busy schedule, Professor McGonagall will now only be teaching N.E.W.T Transfiguration," He started catching the interest of many, the old man really didn't want to mention this next bit. "She will also be dropping her position as Head of Gryffindor, to focus solely on teaching and being the Deputy-Head."

This caused many to fall silent, who was the new head of the house of lions?

"Teaching Transfiguration for the first years to fifth year O.W.L's, as well as the new Head of Gryffindor House, will be Professor James Potter." He announced.

Once again the students clapped, Slytherin being bare and small while the biggest pack of cheer came from the Gryffindor table as the Boy-Who-Lived father and ex-aruor was going to be teaching them and their new head.

James Potter rose to his feet, smiling and waving at all of them. Snape was growling, still stating that Potter shouldn't be here.

Ablus looked at the two from the corner of his eyes and sighed lightly, there were going to be big problems between Gryffindor and Slytherin.

"Next," once the students calmed down. "I would like to introduce our new Muggle Studies professor, Professor Shamal Evans." He announced, as Shamal rose to her feet, bowing her head slightly.

The students clapped, though it was mainly from the male students, as Shamal now looked like the youngest professor out of all of them. If only they knew the truth.

"As of this year Mr. Filch, the original caretaker of Hogwarts has resigned," he was cut off by the thunderous applause from all of the elder students, Filch was really hated by them. They quieten down when the headmaster fired a spark into the air. "From this point forward, the house elves of Hogwarts will be handling the caretaking of the castle and to make sure that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."

"Which leads me to introduce the final member of our staff," he said as Signum raised from her seat to her feet. "Madam Signum Evans, the new Discipline and Detention Head of Hogwarts. So for all those who are sent to detention, you will be sent directly to her and her ward classroom on the fifth floor."

Harry didn't know if it was what Dumbledore said or the look on Signum's face that caused many to shrink down into their benches – probably a mixture of the two.

"There will be a few more announcements, but they shall be saved for later." Albus finished nodding his head slightly. "Now let up begin the sorting."

With the announcements finished, Professor McGonagall placed the stool in front of the first years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty. Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house.

He noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, he stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth—and the hat began to sing:

'Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each of the four tables and then became quite still again.

"So we've just got to try on the hat!" Vita could hear the redhead next to Potter mutter. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she told them. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. A moment's pause…

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Harry saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her.

"Bones, Susan."

"HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah.

"Boot, Terry."

"RAVENCLAW!"

The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaw stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy." went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Harry could see a pair of redhead twin brothers catcalling.

"Bulstrode, Millicent." then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all he'd heard about Slytherin, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot…well not all but most of them.

"Corner, Michael" and "Cornfoot, Stephen" were both made Ravenclaw students.

"Crabbe, Vincent." Became the first Gryffindor male, though Harry did have to look around in confusion to why that was a whispers between them and Slytherin table?

The sorting continued and the house of the snakes gain "Davis, Tracey." Finally, there was an "Entwhistle, Kevin" who was also put into Ravenclaw.

"Evans, Harrison."

Harry blinked as his name was called 'Guess it's my turn.' he thought to himself, wheeling his chair forward.

This of course, caused many of the students to start whispering around the hall. Many noted that he must be a Muggle-born while the more magical students were wondering why the person was sitting in a chair and wasn't walking.

Thanks to the runes on the chair, he hovered up onto the small platform. Taking a slight breath as the hat covered his head.

The last thing Harry saw before the hat dropped over his eyes was the hall full of students whispering between them, before he was looking at the black inside of the hat. He waited quietly.

'Hmm,' said a small voice in his ear 'Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of wisdom, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, ah my goodness, yes…and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting…So where shall I put you?'

'Um…Mr. Hat?' Harry thought, wondering if it would reply.

'Yes young one, I can see and hear your thoughts.' It told him. 'But do not threat as I will not reveal any of your secrets, for that is how I was made. So for everything I see and hear, will stay between you and me.'

The boy let out a sigh of relief at that. 'So, which house am I going to?'

'Hmm, it is difficult Mr. Evans, or is it Mr. Potter?'

'Evans!' Harry thought back quickly. 'My name is Harrison Evans. After all, my father did get rid of me.'

'Of course Mr. Evans,' the hat replied. 'Hmm, well Slytherin is out. You would never betray or use to your advantage a secret given to you, nor would you stab anyone in the back.' It mused, as it continued to look through his memories. 'Yes, because of them, you don't like confrontations or showing off, so I guess that means Gryffindor is also out of the picture.' It continued before chuckling 'Which means you shouldn't have to worry about the rivalry between the lions and snakes.'

'That's good.' Harry thought back relieved, having known if he had been a lion, he would have been the main targets of the snakes for being compelled to a chair 'So either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff?'

'Yes.' The hat replied. 'I would say Ravenclaw young one, you value the knowledge you could gain from it, plus you find inspiration for your drawings from the books you read.' It told him. 'However…'

'However?'

The hat was silent before it replied. 'In you procession is a book, one that could give you not only the knowledge, but also the power of a thousand worlds. But you refuse it, many would kill to process this book, but you…why is this so? How can you refuse the gift you have been given?'

Harry smiled sadly as he shook his head. 'The book is a true gift, but yet I mustn't use its purpose.'

'But why?' the hat asked again, as if it wish to know why an eleven year old boy would refuse a chance to process such power and wisdom.

'As I once told Signum, they would have to collect those pages by inconveniencing many people. That's not right. It wouldn't be good to burden other people with for my own selfishness.' He thought back softly.

The hat fell silent again. 'Mr. Evans, a student once told me: "There's no such thing as good and evil, only power and those too weak to seek it." What do you think of this meaning?'

'They were wrong, as I see those with 'only power' can and will become corrupt by it, 'those too weak to seek it' are those who aren't tempted by fate to take the easy way out and will would work to prove who they are.' This was the boy's reply, thinking he explained what he wanted to say correctly.

But then again he is only eleven, you can't really expect him to think like a philosopher or something.

The entire hall blinked as the hat started laughing. This was not a common sight. Six minutes had passed since the hat was placed on the boy's head, many were wondering what they were talking about.

'Like you.' The hat mused. 'Given the chance to take the easy way, be given the knowledge and power to outclass anyone, but reject it.' It continued. 'You have a gentle and pure heart Harrison, you would rather prove yourself in what you do instead of what people say, plus your loyalty that has never faltered to your Wolkenritter, but also this Gil and the two twin helpers…'

Harry just waited quietly for the hat to make its choice.

'Never let your heart falter from who you are. Young Master of the Night Sky.' It whispered into his ear, before shouting out loud to the entire hall after more than eight minutes of waiting. "HUFFLEPUFF!"

The entire hall was silent before the bumblebee table cheered at the first male Hufflepuff they received. Harry took off the hat, handing it over to Professor McGonagall, as a black and gold crest with a badger appeared on his robes.

From the corner noticed Headmaster Dumbledore gave him an encouraging smile, along with both Shamal and Signum from their spots, give him a smile and a nod respectably. Moving off the platform, he wheeled himself towards the table, where a gap in the benches vanished so he could move in.

"Evans, Vita." McGonagall called, as the girl that looked like a ten year old walked forward. Taking a seat on the stool they waited for it to makes its decision.

It was only then that Harry realized that his guardians had heard everything between him and the hat as the link between them was open, he figure it out as he listened to both the hat and Vita argue at the fact the hat wanted to put her in Gryffindor while Vita stated she wasn't going to be placed in a house away from her master.

It seemed Vita won out in the end as the hat called out.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The table cheered again, as she gave the hat to McGonagall and made her way over to sit beside her master.

"Took you quite a bit." Harry whispered to her.

"It wanted to put me in a different house," she muttered. "Saying I was too hot-headed for the house of the badgers."

Harry wisely stayed quiet, instead of answering what she said.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Now that he was watching the hat, Harry notice that it would shouted out the house at once, but at others it took a little while to decide.

Let's take "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired boy who Harry was behind in the line, sat on the stool for almost a whole minute before the hat declared him a Gryffindor.

"Granger, Hermione!"

The boy blinked as the bushy haired girl from the train almost ran to the stool, jammed the hat eagerly on her head. He felt a little bad thinking this, but that girl had to calm down a bit.

"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat, which seemed to extract a groan from the redhead in the first years.

When Neville Longbottom-Potter, the twin brother of the Boy-Who-Lived through the marriage of his mother with Lord Potter, was called, he walked slightly arrogant over on his way to the stool. Student around the hall whispering about the 'brother' to Boy-Who-Lived.

The hat took a long time to decide with Neville; seemingly the two seemed to be arguing, when it finally shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

The entire hall gasps more so then when Crabbe and Goyle were placed into Gryffindor. The boy wearily stood and walked over to the silent table of snakes, after handing the hat back to McGonagall who place it on the head of "MacDougal, Morag."

Vita noted out of the corner of her eye, how her masters former father was giving Neville a look of disbelief, while the greasy haired one was looking at the boy with anger in his eyes, as if this was some kind of joke.

The list continued as Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once. The hat had placed itself onto his head when it screamed, just like with Longbottom, the two seemed to be arguing.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The entire hall was silent, before one voice spoke up.

"WHAT! THIS HAS TO BE RIGGED! I DEMAND A RESORTING." Malfoy screamed as he ripped the hat off his head while bouncing off the stool as though it had burnt his rear.

The greasy haired one seemed to agree with this, as it was now Potter's turn to look angry at having this boy in his house.

"I'm afraid, Mr. Malfoy, that is impossible." The headmaster spoke from his chair, trying to act calm over the matter knowing he was going to have a big headache from the end of it. "Once the sorting hat has made its decision, it will not change its mind."

"I DEMAND A RESORTING!" Malfoy screamed again, in pure anger as his robes were tainted in the redness of the lions. "WHEN MY FATHER HEARS ABOUT THIS…"

"Enough!" Albus spoke sharply, which caused the boy to instantly fall silent "Please take your seat at the Gryffindor table, Mr. Malfoy." The headmaster spoke again calmly, but with a hint of power behind it.

Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking scowling angry as the three sat a distance from the others at the table.

There weren't many people left now. "Moon" to Gryffindor, "Nott" and "Parkinson" to Slytherin, then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" to Ravenclaw and "Patil" to Gryffindor, "Perks, Sally Anne" to Gryffindor, and then…

"Potter, Michael!"

As the boy stepped forward proudly, whispers suddenly broke out like little hissing fires all over the hall.

"Potter, did she say?"

"The Michael Potter?"

"Wow! The Boy-Who-Lived himself in person!"

These kind of whispers echoed around the entire hall, many were trying to get a good look at the boy as he took his seat on the stool as the hat was placed over his head.

Surprisingly, the entire hall had fallen silent. Everyone wanted to know why the Boy-Who-Lived would be sorted, no doubt that his father had set it up with the Daily Prophet to spread the news of his house in the paper.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Within that second, the table of the lions and the table of the snake had erupted in shouts, protests of anger and threats from the entire sorting. It didn't help matters that both James Potter and Severus Snape were on their feet shouting as well.

One demanding a resort, while the other demanding that he didn't want the Potter hell-spawn in his house, which was added by the Boy-Who-Lived himself shouting for a resorting, throwing the hat to the ground.

"What is this, a circus?" Vita asked in annoyance, though only Harry heard her, at the sight of two houses shouting about one person's sorting.

It wasn't until wands were starting to be pulled, causing the remaining first years to dive to the ground in panic, which something happened.

Albus Dumbledore would always wonder why the table of the lions and the table of the snakes were right beside one another in the centre. While the table of the badgers and the ravens were on the end on either side.

The old wizard pulled his own wand out of his robes, going to cast a spell to stop all of this madness, when another voice cut in.

"Laevatein!"

[Ja, Sturmwinde!]

The students between the two tables screamed and jumped back in fear, a wall of fire shot straight down between them.

Once it cleared, everyone looked to the Head Table to see Signum standing before it, holding the goblin-like sword. They had to blink at the flames that were encaging the blade.

"Sit down now." She said gently, but firm. When no one went to move she spoke again, speaking gently but with power in her voice. "Those who do not sit down in the next five seconds with their wands put again, will sit the next month in detention with me."

She only reached two in her count to five, before all the students from the two tables were seated again. Most looking afraid at her, while others wanted to know how she did that with her sword.

"Thank you, Madam Evans." Albus spoke up, sighing in relief gently, as he looked between both men who took their seat, knowing that this wouldn't be the end of the argument. "Now, Mr. Potter, like I told Mr. Malfoy, once the sorting hat has made its decision, it will not change its mind. So please take your seat at the Slytherin table."

Michael just acted like Malfoy did. Sitting down angrily at the Slytherin table, next to Neville, like it was the worst of all. With the small madness brought to an end, the sorting continued on as the hat was picked up off the floor, by now there were only four people left to be sorted.

"Thomas, Dean," a black boy even taller than Ron, joined the Gryffindor table.

"Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. The loud mouth boy had become pale green as the head was lowered onto his head.

A second later the hat had shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

From the looks of it, the redheads at the Gryffindor table wanted to scream and shout, stating that a Weasley is never sorted anyway but Gryffindor.

But they remained silent as Signum was standing opposite Professor McGonagall on the sorting stand, with her blade held firmly besides her.

Finally, but not least, "Zabini, Blaise," was made a Slytherin, allowing him to make his way over to the table of green and silver. Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away.

With the sorting done, Albus Dumbledore rose to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his eyes twinkling and his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.

"Welcome," he officially spoke. One could once again feel the power in his voice showing that he was the head of this school. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

"What do you think? Mad or just wanted to release the tension?" Harry asked Vita, though it would seemed the girl was distracted by what was in front of her.

Looking forward, the boy had to blink.

The dishes in front of him were now piled with food. He had never seen so many things he liked to eat on one table: roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, Yorkshire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and, for some strange reason, peppermint humbugs.

Without much as a word, everyone began to eat. Of course being first years, everyone at their table introduced themselves.

This was the list that Harry had created in his head:

Hannah Abbott, a Half-Blood who had a pureblood for a mother, who was a healer in this world, and a Muggle father, who was a layer in the Muggle world.

Susan Bones, she was in truth a Half-Blood but was labelled three quarters pure, a pureblood father and a half-blood mother from a well-known wizarding line, still made her a pureblood. She lived with her aunt, who by the sound of it was the head of the wizarding police force.

Megan Jones was the same a Susan, a half-Blood but because of her parents is labelled as three quarters making her a pureblood.

Wayne Hopkins and Olivier Rivers were both Half-Bloods, though Wayne's were a half-blood father and a Muggle-born mother, while Olivier had a Muggle-born father and a Muggle mother.

Ernest Macmillan, Zacharias Smith, and Leanne Fawley, were the true Pureblood of the Hufflepuff group this year.

Though Leanne was rather quite about it, while Ernest stated along the lines of 'my family back through nine generations of witches and warlocks and my blood's as pure', and Zacharias was going on about being a decedent from the heir of Hufflepuff.

The final member of the Hufflepuff first years was a Justine Finch-Fletchley, a Muggle-born and the first wizard of his family.

Surprisingly, he mentioned that before even knowing about Hogwarts, he had been signed up to Eton College. A prestigious all-boys Muggle public school located near Windsor in Berkshire, England, it is well known for having many famous alumni, including eighteen former Prime Ministers of Britain and several members of the British Royal Family.

Of course Justin had to blink when Harry mentioned his name.

"Evans…" he muttered, when something finally clicked in his mind. "Harrison Evans, I remember that name now. My father was on the board at Eton College, he mention that your name was on top of the list but you declined."

Harry laughed slightly nodding his head. "Yeah, I was originally set to go to Eton College, but as you can see, I took the same choice that you did."

Justine nodded his head, while he wanted to go to such a famous college, the fact he could come to a school and learn magic was a far bigger temptation.

"Hey Evans, why are you in that…chair for anyway?" Smith finally spoke up, pointing at Harry's wheelchair. "What can't you walk or something?"

"You're right, I can't walk." He replied like it was an everyday thing, which it kind of was. This caused the boy to blink. "Due to damage in my nerves system."

He then scoffs slightly. "Well why don't you go to the healer, unlike the Muggle world, we can fix bones and nerve-system so you don't become reliability for those around you." He stated arrogantly, as if magic could solve everything. "So, why are you still in that wheelchair?"

"We tried," Vita lied, not needing to tell them the truth to protect her master, "But it seemed the nerve-system in his legs was far to damage for even magic to fix."

"At least, that's what they told us." Harry replied eating his desert, not even looking up at them.

Before Smith could shoot off another question at him, Dumbledore had rose to his feet and bringing everyone to silence.

"Ahem…just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered, I have a few final notices before you all head off to bed." He announced looking around the hall. "First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins.

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch." He continued signalling to the instructor.

"Now finally," he spoke, his tone become serious which caused many of the elder students to blink, the headmaster had never spoken like this before "Usually I wouldn't mention this, but I know if I don't it will only be end up discovered."

Looking around the hall, he sighed and hoped Signum was correct and this would keep them away.

"This year the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone." He told them. "The doors to the corridor have been seal, if anyone is caught wondering then it will be a month of detention. Any attempts after the first to see what is inside, anyone at all, it will result in instant suspension for a month." He informed them, which caused nearly all to look shock. "I'm sorry, but this is for the safety of you the students, so I'd advise you to stay away from that corridor, if you wish to remain at Hogwarts."

With the final message delivered the whispers begun, all Albus could hope for now, is that they listen to his warning and stay away from the corridor.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed.

Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favourite tune," Dumbledore spoke, lighting up the final tradition of the sorting feast "and off we go!"

And the school bellowed:

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now they're bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth knowing,

Bring back what we've forgot,

Just do your best, we'll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

Everybody finished the song at different times.

At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

"Ah, music," he said, wiping his eyes. "A magic beyond all we do here! And now, bedtime. Off you trot!"

In the groups of houses, the students left the hall to return to their common rooms.

Though Albus was glad he asked Poppy to overstock on the Calming Draught, as he watched James approach him with Michael, Neville, and Ron, at the same time Severus approached with Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. This was going to be a long night.

The new year of Hogwarts has officially begun…

That is the end of this chapter, please tell me what you thought.

Also to say this now, don't mock or criticize that I made Harry look weak at the start of this chapter because of his emotions. Please remember that he was an abused child for nearly six years of his life, then left alone.

I know I have seen stories where the abused Harry would become cold, dark and hateful, manipulative, or down right evil. I didn't want that, I wanted to show a boy who doesn't have control over his emotions because of the abuse he suffered at the hand of his cousins and tries to keep it locked away. He tries to look strong for his guardians who look after him.

Finally, I've been getting reviews and PM's asking for Harry to befriend Hermione. Don't get me wrong, he will befriend her, but not this year or part of the next, as she still in stage of being uptight with the rules and an authority loving person who she sees does nothing wrong.

Next Chapter: They time at Hogwarts from the first day of classes. Plus, the book seems to grow tired of small energy it's been draining, and start to move faster.

Please review with your thoughts.