A non - I'm not sure where you get the idea Vlad had his fangs and powers? I know he did in Insomnia but that was a dream. Hypnosis everyone could do before transforming, and flaming was by accident... Then there was the crown of power but we don't see him again until seventeen. (Not trying to put you down, just confused where you're getting that from?) As for the Count, he does have more of a presence later on, but it's pointless working him in for just one or two lines when he's not integral to the plot/story at the moment? I miss him too, he's not forgotten.

vampireharry the 2 - thank you!

Jon - ah, makes sense now! Also, I love that idea of a conversation! Harry would be so confused being told off for it, trying to understand why they called it his. Poor Vlad - try to explain that one.

-YDHP-

The gift from Remus transpired to be a set of books on 'mythical creatures' that actually existed - vampires, werewolves, phoenixes, dragons and so on. Even magical snakes. It described the common stories, disputed false rumours and spoke of how to fight, defend against and kill. Harry supposed at least it wasn't just a book on all the bad things about vampires. And they looked like good books overall. At least according to Vlad, who had a quick glance at them.

The other gift he waited to open, the one from the Weasley twins, confused him at first. It appeared to just be a slightly worn, very folded and old bit of parchment. Beneath it was a note, clearly written by the Weasley twins themselves - both of them, their writing similar but not identical.

"We present to you, the secret to our success.

It's a wrench giving it to you mate, believe me.

But we decided, your needs are greater than ours.

To activate it, simply tap your wand and say

I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.

When you're done, tap again and say Mischief Managed.

Otherwise anyone can read it."

Feeling a little silly, Harry tapped his wand on the parchment they had gone to the effort of wrapping.

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."

From the tip of his wand, ink started to crawl across the parchment. The ink curled into letters, which formed words slowly but surely.

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs are proud to present The Marauders Map."

Around the words was a rough sketch of what Harry thought might be Hogwarts. Vlad was far less surprised by the map than he, which was his next question.

"Have you seen this before?"

"A few times. It's how we checked you weren't at Hogwarts when Wormtail... wait."

Wormtail.

There was the name on the map. Next to three other names. Peter Pettigrew had been one of four boys in that year at Gryffindor. Could it be?

"Vlad" Harry felt a little choked as he held the map a little more delicately "do you think this was theirs? My dads? Sirius and Remus too?"

"I don't know. Wormtail referred to his rat animagus form at a guess. Were the others animagi?"

"You know, I've never even considered that."

This made Harry realise he still knew very little about his parents. And he had never asked Remus if he or the others were animagi.

"I'm going to go send Remus a note asking. I'll be careful what I say, but I know you can't go near the owlery. Mischief Managed."

Harry tapped the map, then grabbed the twins' note and dashed off for the owlery. Vlad looked like he was about to say something, but he didn't try to slow him down any so it must have been able to wait. Malfoy owlery had self-inking quills waiting, so Harry deliberated for several minutes before just scrawling "Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs?" on the back of the note, then scribbled over the original note with the passwords on the other side.

He apologised to Hedwig, both for neglecting her and for the long trip, recieving a scolding nip on his finger but a soft, affectionate hoot before she took the note he held out.

"To Remus. And if you didn't give Vlad death glares you could spend more time with me, I can't kick him out of Gryffindor dorm. Stay at Hogwarts ok? We had to ward out incoming owls, but I'll come see you as soon as I'm back. I promise."

Hedwig gave another hoot, muffled by the parchment she had in her beak before soaring away. He hoped Remus knew to wait until he got back to Hogwarts, McGonogall and Dumbledore knew the wards used.

By the time he was back in the main body of the Manor, the elves were herding everyone to the dining room, where enough food to feed the entire Great Hall awaited - Christmas dinner. Mrs Weasley scolded her children for eating contests, Vlad and Ingrid threw sprouts at each other and there were looks of horror at some of the hats and hairpieces that burst from their wizard crackers - and squeals of surprise from Hermione's muggle parents.

Fred and George put on the gaudy pink feather-covered... Harry wasn't sure they were hats, and Ginny pranced around between dinner and pudding with a lime green wig. Percy refused, but his brothers ganged up to push the Victorian bonnet on his head, and Bill put his roaring dragon hat on with good grace.

Christmas was their day off work, and everyone was allowed a glass of mulled wine. Fred and George pretended to be obscenely drunk, Vlad downed it without blinking and shrugged. Ingrid tipped half of hers over Percy when he knocked food onto the floor near her, and Severus and Bertrand acted like they were nothing but friends in front of the amassed non-knowing.

Harry had never had such a good Christmas. Ever.

By evening, everyone was full of food, cheer and warming drinks, with a touch of alcoholic buzz. Harry and Vlad announced a blanket ban on 'Volde-talk' for the whole evening, and they broke off into games of chess and Exploding Snap, Ginny wrestling her new gobstones kit from the crackers away from Phantom. Harry went to bed feeling utterly relaxed, finding a few moments peace forgetting everything but one of those memories he would have to hold on to, no matter what the future brought.

"Father! I did it! I graduated!"

Solace bounced around proudly, in spite of the elegance all around them and the ballroom-esque style of her graduation outfit, her father spun her around happily.

"I couldn't be prouder, and I know your mother would be too."

"I miss her. Do you think there's really an afterlife, that she's watching?"

"Of course. There are ghosts proven to exist, I know she will have seen you become the beautiful young woman she always knew you would be."

It still hurt, she still missed her mother, but Solace had eventually learnt to make peace with the knowledge her mother had died for the noblest cause she could - love.

They portkeyed - the new, shorter nickname for tele-port-keys - back to their home, and Sammy greeted her happily.

"I missed you too! You've grown again, you'll be having eggs soon at this rate."

"Perhaps. Your education is complete, yes? You no longer need to leave?"

"Yes. I may not be able to take you absolutely everywhere, but I won't be gone three quarters of the year anymore."

Sometimes, having a pet with three heads was a little confusing, each with their own thought process but Sammy was brilliant, and had behaved well for the years she had had to spend away from them. Sammy was six feet long now, almost full-grown.

Runespoor coiled up tight next to her, her father comfortable in his armchair by the fire, they enjoyed a celebratory meal of more expensive meat and freshly harvested vegetables.

"What will you do now? You're a bright girl Sol- Sunny, you can do something magnificent if you choose."

"I don't know father. I think I would like to visit our old home, now I can safely protect myself but I want to see where mother used to say goodnight to me."

"I understand. Whatever you decide, I'll support you."

"I know father. I know."

She wished they didn't have to hide, that she could still be Solace, not Sunny, but Sammy still called her Solace and that would have to do. It was a few months before she set off, wanting to spend a decent run of time with her father and Sammy. Sammy was most unimpressed by being asked to stay behind, but it was a long trip and a runespoor snake was hardly inconspicuous.

Special points that magically moved witches and wizards from one country to another existed, and so Solace went there. Some said maybe one day individuals could move themselves, but she doubted that - they had these special points, and tele-port-keys, why would anyone tax their magical core that way? Insanity.

She landed in a little village outside of mainland Scotland, the transport point magically concealed so she would appear to be leaving a decrepit old cottage. From there it was only a few hours walking, and she stopped in a pleasant village pub for food and drink. Having gone to a predominantly female school, it was slightly odd to have multiple men eye her with interest. She was slender, she supposed, with long dark hair and the genetic mix of grey eyes and pale skin. Not massively intriguing to her own mind, she thought herself plain, particularly in comparison to the memories of her beautiful mother.

One or two of them seemed to consider approaching her, but she used a gentle confunding spell, silently aimed from her wand beneath the table, to make them forget that and finished her meal in peace. On her way again, she didn't recognise the area with her eyes, but her magic knew this place.

Led by invisible instincts to a small, non-descript shack out of the way, she felt connected to it somehow. And as a girl, she had scarcely ventures beyond the little back garden where snakes like Sammy would come and find her, so this had to be it. It didn't look the same, but maybe it had been rebuilt?

The closer she got, darkness starting to steal across the sky in blues and purples, the more it pulled at something inside her. Reaching a rusted, slightly swinging gate, faced with the building she knew in her heart had been the place her mother fell to her... she didn't want to call him her uncle, he didn't deserve the familial recognition, Solace choked a little on a sob and gripped the nearby fence. A sort of tingle travelled through her arm, and the scene before her shifted.

The shabby shack became a fairly sturdy looking stone cottage, the door still clean off it's hinges and lying on the floor, rotted by time but somewhat identifiable as what it used to be. Now she was here, Solace wasn't sure she could bring herself to cross the threshold.

"You ok Miss?"

His accent was thickly Scottish, with sandy blond hair, but his eyes were kind, bright green and full of gentile concern. He appeared to be able to see the cottage too, which made her wonder if they were muggle or not.

"Fine, fine. Just a little overwhelming."

"Yeah? I've lived here a decade, you get used to the feeling I guess. The muggles don't see it, but even they don't like this place. You are a witch right?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"And French, by the sounds of it. What you doing this way m'lady?"

Solace had forgotten her accent would have formed to where she had lived for the last seven years, but now it must be totally apparent.

"I lived here as a girl, we moved when the Slytherin fight broke out. Just... thought I would come see the scene for myself. I'm Sunny."

"Nikolas. You want to go in?"

Solace steeled her courage, nodding tightly. The Scottish boy held out a hand, offering comfort to the obviously traumatised French girl crying silently over the rusty gate, and she took it. He felt... safe, it was strange. He led her along the little cobblestone path, stopping at the doorway.

"You sure about this? Not everyone can handle being in here."

Solace wasn't sure in the slightest, but she had come this far, and she owed her mother this bravery. Unable to find her voice, she nodded. Nikolas stepped around the remnants of door, supporting her as she stumbled slightly on shaking legs.

Not entirely sure what she was expecting, it wasn't old wooden floorboards in one room, the rooms walls still bearing scorch marks and feeling dark in the air. She had to swallow down the urge to vomit when she saw the blood, dried nearly black and stained into the wood. And she was certain of that, the faintest lingering feeling of her mother there.

Letting go of the hand holding hers, she fell to her knees and cried. Grief was the only possible explanation for her forgetting herself, clutching the necklace around her neck and hissing the way she always had when she misses her mother.

"You're her aren't you? Sorrow's daughter. Everyone assumed Salazar had taken you to raise in the dark arts."

The words broke through the haze in her mind, and Solace staggered back to her feet, backing away and wondering if she would have time to get away or go for her wand.

"Hey, it's ok. A lot of people don't believe in him so much anymore since he left Hogwarts. I'm not going to hurt you, I just wouldn't have let you come in if I'd known it would make you so sad. Solace, I'm sorry."

Hearing her real name on a human tongue stopped her dead, looking up to the still-soft green eyes. She panicked when he pulled his wand, but he bent and placed it on the ground next to him, holding his hands up to reinforce that he was unarmed.

"How did you..."

"I went to school with Scorpius, Salazar's son. Sorted into Slytherin too, that weird Merlin kid was a few years above us and Scorpius used to brag all the time about his father, and how they were going to find you. Merlin used to tell him to shut up. I miss him. But the villagers around here, the magicfolk who don't know much, they think the murderer took you."

She knew of Merlin, of course - his magical skill was outstanding even as a young student. He was also a unique Slytherin student, believing magic and muggles could co-exist peacefully. Maybe one day she could meet him and share their beliefs... If this Scottish boy didn't kill her.

"Scorpius? What is it with our family and S names?"

"Well it matches. My family seem to be going for alphabetical. My older brother is Markus, my younger sister is Ophelia. At this rate it'll be Potato and Queenie."

She couldn't help laughing, and his eyes actually lit up when she smiled through the tears a little. Her father had always said to trust her instincts on people, and Solace trusted this strange Scottish boy.

"Would you mind... could I have a moment alone here?"

"Oh, of course. I'll uh, keep watch outside."

Nikolas did indeed pick his way through the debris, standing outside. Solace knelt down again, picking at the floorboard that she had noticed creaking when she stepped on it. The panel came up easily enough, revealing some straw and splintered wood. That shifted, and there was a box. A box with the same elegant S that was etched on her pendant.

"Uh, Sunny?"

Nikolas had called her Solace, so why the change back? She grabbed the box, putting it into a concealed, magically expanded pocket of her coat.

"What?"

"I'm coming in."

Nikolas all but ran back into the room, looking behind him.

"I don't know if there was a trip spell or something for you, but there are people here and they don't look friendly. We need to get out of here."

If he had wanted to hand her over, all he would have had to do was stay silent. She remembered the tingle on her forearm before, wondering if that had been a trigger recognising her.

"Before... We left through the back because Salazar always made an entrance."

Nikolas nodded, creeping over to the back window and backing away almost instantly.

"Nope. Bad guys at all angles."

"Then get out of here, they aren't after you."

Nikolas shook his head, straightened his shoulders and grabbed her hand again.

"Slytherins protect their own. There's a fine line between self preservation and cowardice, and Solace, you're it."

This boy didn't know her an hour ago, and here he was offering to stay next to her during inevitable death. There wasn't even time to argue - if he was there when whoever it was arrived, they would kill him on principle. She knew Salazar Slytherin, knew his kind.

"I'm sorry. You would have been fine if I hadn't come here."

"But I wouldn't have met you."

The knowledge that this was essentially how her mother had died, except she had been alone, was all that kept Solace upright - at least she would see her mother again. She sent a mental apology to her father, because now he would lose them both.

The whole building rattled, but there were no doors to blow clean off. The heavy footsteps told of multiple attackers, all around the house. Nikolas didn't waver once, squeezing her hand reassuringly and seemingly calm about their impending doom. She just wished she could get him out - he shouldn't have to die for her.

"Got you."

Some sort of instinct recognised the man in front of her, close cropped goatee and chin length hair, slicked back and greasy looking. The eyes were what shook her - identical to her own. Solace couldn't have said what happened next, feeling like her body was being forced through a tiny tube, everything hurt and her ears felt like they were going to explode from pressure, and then suddenly it was over.

"Sunny?"

She knew that voice, it was her fathers. There was still a hand in her own, turning to see Nikolas looking very, very green.

"What the hell just happened? Where are we? Is this heaven? Hell? I'm so confused and my ears are ringing and my stomach is still back there... Oh, hi. I'm Nikolas. I think."

He gave a feeble wave to her father, who was now rushing to help Solace stand, albeit shakily and leant heavily on him.

"I saw him. He was waiting for me to go back there. That's Nikolas, he saved me."

She saw the hesitation in her father, knowing he would suspect the boy with the timing but she really did trust Nikolas. Artan eyed him suspiciously, but bent down and pulled him upright, guiding him to a nearby dining chair. Sammy slithered along the floor, wrapping loosely around her leg and hissing happily now she was back.

"Uh. Solace. There's a Runespoor snake on your leg."

"Oh, this is Sammy. Been around since we were both small. Totally safe, promise."

She was very glad to be the only parselmouth in the room when Sammy started hissing.

"Who's the wizard? Can I eat him?"

"No. He saved me, you be nice."

"Oh, very well. Can I at least think about eating him?"

"Very very quietly. Now go curl up by the fire, you're scaring him."

Sammy hissed grumpily, but complied and slithered over to the fireplace. The flames glimmered over the orange stripes, rising and falling minutely as Sammy breathed.

"Riiiight. Slytherin. Parseltongue. Totally normal I guess. Is this... is this the muggle Sorrow married?"

"My father, Artan Peverell. Which is why to the rest of the world, I'm Sunny Peverell."

"Gotcha. You have a wonderful daughter Mr Peverell, it's an honour to meet you."

Artan looked surprised, particularly upon hearing Nikolas was sorted into Slytherin, went to school with Salazar's son, but he took the Scottish boys hand.

"You saved my daughter, it's a pleasure to meet you too son. Call me Artan."

"Nikolas. Nikolas Potter."

Harry woke up with his head spinning, some mix of fear and loneliness and confusion swimming in his mind. He didn't even think about it, stumbling across the hall and crawling into Vlad's bed. Anything to keep the dreams away.

He woke, he always did. When Harry came through the door, he lay still for a minute, waiting to see what happened. Harry must really be out of it, or this was his Christmas gift from the universe, because Harry just burrowed under the covers and clung to Vlad, crying a little but his breathing evened out fairly quickly - he was asleep again.

Vlad was always nervous upon waking, because waking up with Harry was perfect for him, but Harry tended to be apologetic and confused, whatever emotional reason that had brought him there fading in the cold light of day. This morning was no different, Harry all shy and awkward.

"It's fine, I told you before. Want to talk about the bad dream?"

"I uh... later. Still trying to get my head around it."

"A-hem!"

Both jumped in surprise, looking up to find Fred and George Weasley, still in pyjamas and looking at the two very oddly. Harry cringed and bolted for Vlad's bathroom, leaving him to deal with the twins.

"It's not whatever you're thinking. He gets bad dreams sometimes. Understandable, no?"

The twins nodded stiffly, looking a little apologetic.

"I don't know why, but sometimes he comes to me. Apparently I help keep the nightmares away. Don't you dare make him feel bad for that, ok?"

"Got it."

"Sorry Vlad."

"His door was open, we came to see if you were awake too."

They both headed to the bathroom door, knocking gently.

"Harry? We're sorry! Please come back out here."

"We won't tell anyone, promise."

The door creaked open, and it made Vlad's chest ache to see Harry had been crying. He had to remind himself not to attack Fred and George for making him sad, head all out of whack waking up with his mate.

"Promise?"

"Totally. Not a soul."

"Yeah. Never to be mentioned again."

"So wipe your face and come see what we did to Percy's room."

"Turn that frown upside down!"

"You too Vlad, up and at em!"

Harry disappeared back in to wipe his face clean, then came back out.

"Just let me get my slippers. Stone staircases in December suck."

Fred and George nodded, bouncing excitedly while Vlad climbed out of bed, ducked into his bathroom to use the toilet and brush his teeth, then stepped into his cosy slippers by the time Harry was back, already looking happier - and wearing his glasses again. The twins led them along, pressing fingers to their mouths in a 'shh' motion. Percy's door was unlocked, and the door slid open silently. There were random things all over the floor, some giving off magic vibes, others not really.

"And now we wait."

Making a mental note to apologise to Percy later, but wanting Harry to cheer up, Vlad grinned to himself and whispered

"Or... We do this."

He pulled the door hard, so it closed quite loudly. It had the desired effect, Percy making a garbled noise as he was woken, then an irritated sound - probably for the early hour. They waited with bated breath, until the first thing was triggered. There was a wet, sliding noise and a thud, followed by a hissed "lumos" charm and an angry noise that sounded oddly like "twins!"

There was muffled laughter as a boom sounded, the crack under the door flashing bright colours and crackling sounds. Then loud screeching and carnival music, the whole room shaking and Percy went from annoyed sounds to colourful swearing. Fred and George had long buckled into bundles of laughter, leant against the wall clutching their stomachs.

Harry had that flushed cheeks, bright eyes and pure joy look about him, and Vlad's heart was doing backflips as he watched. Percy would recover - Harry needed that laugh.

"We should..."

"... Go. Fast."

They ran for it, breathless with amusement as they tumbled into the dining room, scolded by house elves into sitting quietly at the table. Percy eventually found them there, quietly hiding their faces in their breakfast until they got a good look at him.

Red and green glitter covered him head to toe, his pyjamas transformed into something worthy of Dumbledores wardrobe. Purple and lace trimmed, covered in stars coloured the full rainbow array, though the real cherry on the top that broke Vlad's control over his laughter was the full Santa beard.

"Percy, you do know Christmas was yesterday? Bit late for festive dress up."

"I know this was you two! Can I not go one holiday without your infantile pranks?"

"Not until you lighten up and remove that Comet Two Sixty from your"

"Fred! George! Why do I know you two did... that?"

The twins ducked their heads, not brave enough to look at their mother. The joke very much over, Vlad waved a "finite" charm over Percy, all the alterations to his person wearing off.

"No more Christmas jokes guys, back to serious stuff."

"Thank you Vladimir. Nice to see some still show respect."

"You were shedding glitter, I don't want it in my breakfast."

Being called Vladimir always set his teeth on edge, and Percy took a minute, then shrugged and sat down himself silently. As everyone else materialised, some still in Weasley jumpers and a couple actually dressed for the day.

"Any unfinished essay homework will be completed today, Potions and spell based work later. Tomorrow we will resume training."

Nobody bothered arguing, even if half of them were done with their essays. Ingrid spent her morning - surprisingly - with Hermione, doing extra Potions/Healing work in the lab, though Vlad our it down to her avoiding Bertrand in the library all day - he was conversing with Bill and Charlie about dragons and curse breaking, using the Malfoy library for reference.

It was clear they were at different points in their 'mate' issue, because Vlad was needy and pathetic for every minute he could spend with Harry, though he wasn't at the 'crushing loss every minute they were apart' thing, because that only came after the... he had to stop thinking about it. Now.

His chest started hurting, a quick hideout in the bathroom for his painkiller taking only the barest edge of it off but he pushed through, the eerily lightning-shaped pain (how did pain have a shape? He hated dark magic) gnawing at him for hours but he could handle it. With any luck, this was a temporary thing and would stop aching so much.

A quick stop-and-chat with Snape earned him a lecture for not saying he was hurting, but a promise of freshly brewed pain relievers by next morning. Bertrand was right - he couldn't take them indefinitely, but the general consensus was it would stop hurting, maybe even heal over to no scar when he transformed. Only two and a half years away... He sighed, thanked Professor Snape and headed to 'potions class'.

Bill and Charlie joined in, admitting sheepishly they were desperately out of practice at brewing and joking they missed being yelled at by Snape. Which got them yelled at, naturally. Vlad, who could hold his own at Potions but knew it would never be his passion, couldn't help laughing at the dragon-wrestler getting reprimanded for shoddy chopping, or thr curse breaker for messing up his flame charm to heat the cauldron.

Draco and Hermione naturally got perfect potions. And wolf whistles when they celebrated together by kissing. Vlad ignored the spike of jealousy, focusing his eyes on tidying up his work station, then helping Hermione with Transfiguration - she had held up her end, helping on his Charms essay.

The next day was Hermione and her parents leaving, and Ingrid ended up hexing Draco.

"You'll see each other back at school, now put each other down for evils sake!"

Clearly, she was eager to get back to training. They took a break from spell training, focusing instead on how to disarm someone without a wand. Vlad wished it wasn't because he was in too much pain to use magic, over taxing himself always making it worse so they didn't risk it.

"I'm really not sure about this."

"Look, we're clearly both the best physical fighters. I wrestle dragons, and you're no wizard."

Bertrand was reticent to physically fight Charlie, who was indeed stocky and muscular, with burn scars. Bertrand was built similarly, though a little taller and leaner - he trained, but hadn't fought bloody for some fifty years now. He wasn't worried about losing, it wasn't a pride issue - he was stronger than any human, and the Weasleys didn't know he was a biter.

"Don't kill me, anything else can be healed. Now come on."

Everyone backed off, Charlie with a wand and Bertrand clearly nervous in the centre of the room. At first it was easy enough - aim for the wrist, like Muggle self-defense for disarming a knife or gun. Charlie's wand fell from his hand, but the issue was when he grinned and engaged Bertrand physically anyway.

They wrestled and scrapped fine, until Charlie tried to pin Bertrand with an arm over his throat. In his haste not to reveal his lack of requirement for oxygen, Bertrand shoved him off a little too roughly, overpowering and breaking skin - Vlad, Ingrid and Bertrand all smelled blood.

"He's a vampire!"

Possibly out of practice with few injuries around him these days, Bertrand's fangs had dropped on instinct, and everyone noticed. He pulled away from Charlie immediately, holding his breath but the damage had been done.

"Ok. Yes. He's a vampire. How many ordinary muggles do you know residing at Hogwarts?"

Vlad stepped in front of Bertrand, being the one currently immune to things like sun-charms. He was warmed when Harry stood next to him, utterly at ease with a fanged 'monster' behind him.

"Fair point, but what's he doing there anyway? Why do you need a vampire tutor?"

Starting to panic now, Vlad didn't want this to be how everyone found out who and what he truly was.

"Who else knows Transylvanian history? And doesn't panic about magic? He's a good guy, I'm not afraid of him and you shouldn't be either. He helped save us from Voldemort, first year. He won't bhurt you, that's a reflex. Natural as blinking to us."

Harry saved him, coming out with multiple reasons not to be concerned by Bertrand that didn't involve 'outing' Vlad and Ingrid.

"Ok then. Cool. I met a vampire. The other dragon handlers will never believe this."

"I better not tell the goblins, they don't like vamps."

There was a mild level of "what the hell" still going, but it seemed to occur to them that Bertrand was helping them against Voldemort, and that several of them already knew and weren't afraid. It gave him a little hope, just a little, they wouldn't all hate him in the future too.

-YDHP-

In case it wasn't obvious, the Solace-home scene was indeed inspired by Godrics Hollow and Harry seeing where he and Voldie had their showdown. If they didn't have stone homes at the time of the founders, apologies. My history is awful. But as Hogwarts is built of stone, I felt safe enough?