Blue eyes look at the people sitting around the table, twinkling in the way they always do when he sets his gaze on them. But inside he was feeling a pool of anger. Nothing has one the way Albus Dumbledore had it planned. He should had seen the signs when the board came to him during the beginning of the Summer to yell at him.

It turned out it was thanks to the fact that the Professor for Battling Studies that he had hired last year had been sent from the Union's Board of Education. He holds back the urge to frown, keeping his joyful smile on his face. Because he hadn't realized that the woman was actually a Union agent and not just someone who barely had enough certifications to actually teach that she had been able to take note how he ran the Academy. He was barely able to keep his position as Headmaster after the Board was done chewing him out, only because his most loyal followers would throw a riot if he was sacked.

But they made a lot of changes, to firing Binns, the Configurius that taught history, to Mr. Filch after his chains were discovered in his office. They brought classes that he saw no use for back, like Hone Economics. If the students want to learn how to cook then they could do it at home in his honest opinion. The Professor they had even hired for the course was from another Region! Someone who he had no idea about or if he could even trust the boy to know that he was right. Luckily the two Professors they had hired were people he knew. They were even his old students.

It wasn't just the Board stepping over his toes with how they were changing his Academy, but how the League had pulled him over. This year he had so many plans, one dealing with one Aria Euphemia Potter. The girl who he had sent to Lily's sister, knowing that the woman, with her jealousy that her younger sister got into Grimm's best academy because of her ability to use Aura, would have taken it out on the child. Keeping her isolated, making her feel unloved and unwanted, enough so that he could swoop in and become a guiding figure for her.

But no, all those plans had been foiled, brought to attention when Hagrid had returned from Surrey. Now usually the larger man wouldn't have been ask to do an introduction to a child who had all but been raise as if she was a Newspark, but the man was a bit prejudice against Slytherin and he wanted Young Aria to be subtly warded from being Sorted into the House of Rayquaza.

But no, it had turned out that two years ago, after an Aura Accident, causing the young Heiress Potter to lose a literal arm and leg, which alerted the Nevermore League to what was happening at Number 4. It still speaks of how well Valmont Malfoy had been running it if the Champion had been able to keep the knowledge of allowing Aria's Aura Master to slip her away from him.

"How did she even get in contact with an Aura Master?" Albus wonders once again not for the first time. "Why was an Aura Master in Surrey?"

He shakes his head, now was not the time to think of how he's going to fix his plans. Tonight was the Opening Feast, and like every year the staff would meet up to talk about lesson plans, to introduce the new students. He smiles at them widely, "Welcome back, I hope everyone had a nice Summer," there was mummers from them all, saying soft hellos, "as you notice there have been slight additions to our staff this year, he gestures to the three newest members, "First I will like to welcome back Quirinus Quirrell who has agreed to take over Battle Studies this year and Charity Burbage who is taking over History from Binns," there were mutters of relief about Burbage taking over for Binns and he fought the urge to frown. Why didn't they realize that knowledge could lead to corruption, that some things were better off forgotten?

"I would also like to welcome with open arms to Arven Sada," he gestures to the young man with blond hair with curls of gray. His blue eyes looked at them all and he smiles, nodding his head as he petted the head of his Mabosstiff, who gruffs in appreciation, "who is now the Professor of Home Economics.

He waited for the applause and soft greetings to die down, before he folded his hands together, "Now I know we all want this to end quickly so we can get the last few lesson plans done before the students arrive but I think this is much important. Aria Potter is coming to Hogwarts,"

He felt a puff of pride swelling up in his chest as excited mutters seemed to echo in the meeting room. While many of his plans seem to be in shambles, one thing remains tight is how the citizens of Grimm think of the last Potter. Hopefully being famous, both the good and the bad will keep the child not keen enough to make too many friends. Friends that he wouldn't be able to control, "Now now, settle down. She is still a student, and you should treat her as one would." There was a scoff and he turned his gaze to the man sitting at the end of the table.

The man was thin, almost unnaturally, which he knew was because of how many meals he skipped over the years. His skin was sallow, wrinkles around his eyes making him look much older than he appears. His hair was slightly greasy, various lengths, the longest clumps reaching to his shoulders. Wearing all black, with a turtleneck and pants, with a hooded black lab coat over it. The man was in fact Dumbledore's greatest accomplishment.

"That's enough Severus. That attitude is one of the reasons you lost your position as Head of Slytherin." Minerva's words made Albus bite his tongue before a growl could escape from his throat. Another change the Board had made was taking away Severus' Title as Head of Slytherin Dorm. The man's childish need to enact vengeance on all the Houses but his own, especially to Gryffindor, did wonders to his plans. The popular saying "there wasn't a trainer who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin," was something he needed in everyone's mind. Many of his political rivals, like that of Lucius Malfoy, would have a firmer hold on how things happen in Grimm if everyone didn't think it was for more notorious things.

But no, the Board didn't see it that way, and gave the Title to Arven in fact. When ask why someone who never been to Hogwarts was given the title of Head of House his only answer was that the man would hopefully be able to build trust among the student body, when the other Professors wouldn't be able to do that because of how they all ignore the complaints that the students gave about Severus.

"No one seems to understand that for the Greater Good that things need to happen. That sacrifices need to be made," Albus thought mournfully before small talk began once more about the coming year. Hopefully not all his plans were ruined, he could still make things work.

Aria softly pets Alphonse fur to keep herself calm as she follows Jonathan and Remus through the crowd, her teacher beside her giving her shoulder a gentle but firm grip. It was hard to not hear the whispers about what she was wearing as they walked by, wearing a white button shirt underneath a gray knitted v-neck jumper with a pair of black slacks and matching black shoes.

"It's ok… it's ok they are not staring because you're the girl who lived. They're staring because you're wearing the Hogwarts uniform," Aria had to remind herself as she brought one hand up to make sure her bangs were still covering her scar.

The station was packed full of people heading to many places. Besides the Abra Port, going by train to get to the many cities in Grimm was the second best option, it was almost as popular as it was in Galar. But while some were going to Goosegold, Shellfork or Frogkiss and even Piethumb, Uncle and Remus was directing Aria to platform Nine-and-Three-Quarters.

The platform wasn't a really big secret, everyone knew where it was. But you would only get access to it if you had a ticket. Aria stares at the ticket booth master who gave her a stoic look as she raised the ticket. She blinks as it was snatched out of her hands as the man scans it, nodding his head before pressing a few buttons. A normal column standing between platform nine and ten splits apart revealing an elevator.

Taking a deep breath she steps inside with her family, turning around as the walls close once more. With a lurch that made her stumble, the elevator went down. It didn't take long, only a few minutes for the doors to be open and Aria's eyes widen while Alphonse squeaks in awe.

A beautiful scarlet steam engine was airing next to the platform. Of course it wasn't an actual steam engine, just one that was design to look like one, but it was on fact the latest in technology.

The platform itself was packed with many people, students reunited with friends and rivals. Some showing off new Pokémon they caught over the summer. Others were hugging families goodbye, tears of pride going down mother and father's faces.

Aria stops as they get to a less crowded place. She only opens her mouth a bit when Uncle wraps his arms around her, "Remember to have fun but do not fool around too much… and one more thing make sure you do your maintenance on your automail I won't be able to remind you now. Also make sure you don't overwork yourself, and one more thing don't skip out on sleeping just because you want to study more. You sleepwalk when you're sleep deprive…"

"Uncle!" Aria looks around her face quite red, "not so loud," she hisses. She glares at his chuckles but turns her gaze to Remus, "you'll keep in contact, right? Like," she gently lets Alphonse, "I mean I understand if your busy and-,"

"Of course I will," Remus stated with a small smile, his yellow eyes slightly wet with tears, "if you have any questions you're allowed to, or if you just want to talk about your adventures," he smiles but then looks over to Uncle who pulls at his arm. Nodding he ruffles Aria's hair ignoring her squawk of protest before the two men walked away.

Aria fidgets looking to her Teacher as she kneels down, "I'm not scared," she blurts out making Imelda chuckle.

"Of course not, but it's ok to be scared," her teacher soothed, brushing a strand of Aria's hair out of her face, "this is going to be the first time in two years that you'll be away from us,"

"I can handle it," Aria remarks, Imelda laughs, pulling Aria into a giant bone crushing hug.

"Gatito idiota, eso no significa que tengas que hacerlo solo,"

Aria frowns looking up at her, "I am not a kitten,"

"Oh but you are!" Imelda smiles, "you were my spicy gatita. Such a hissy baby," she smiles more, "Don't let people run you over or force you to act like someone you are not because of your legend. Make friends, both Pokémon and humans that will stick by your side till the very end," both of them looked up as the whistle broke through the noise of the crowd, just as a family of redheads emerged from the elevator. Teacher smiles, giving her another hug, "remember you can call us anytime. If anything wrong you have our numbers," Aria nods her head, knowing that there was no fighting her Teacher.

"Alphonse," the Cyndaquil looks up from Aria's shoulder, his little claws clinging to the shoulder of her blazer, "you keep an eye out for any trouble that might come both of your ways will ya?" Alphonse nods his head, flames erupting from his back in agreement.

Taking a deep breath Aria pulls back as the whistle blows again. Blinking back tears she turns around, clambering onto the train. She pokes her head out of a window just as the train began to move. Many others were following her example as they cried out final goodbyes. A young red-haired girl was crying out, trying to follow the train until it gathers too much speed. Aria quickly waves, calling out to Remus, Uncle and Teacher, tears streaming down her face, watching as they disappear as the train leaves the station.

Pulling back, she wipes at her eyes and turns, screaming out as she sees Daphne's smiling face, "will you stop doing that?! I could have swung at your face!"

"As if you could have hit me," Daphne smirks, before she gently grabs her hand and begins to lead her down, "come on, First Years are separated from the other years in specific cars at the front. That way we're close to the Prefects and the Housewardens and that way they can keep us together to get us to the castle in time for the Sorting,"

A few minutes later Aria was laughing as she and Daphne watched Alphonse and Noir (Daphne's Sneasel) playfully wrestle on the floor of the compartment. Their laughter was cut off though when the door to their compartment slid open, a bit about their age with pale skin painted with freckles across the bridge of his nose. His blue eyes look warily at the two girls, almost flinching at the sight of Daphne. Blowing out some of his red hair out of his face his shoulders slump, "Heiress Greengrass may I accompany you and your friend in your compartment?"

Aria blinks and turns to Daphne whose eyebrow was raised, "You may Son of Weasley," the boy sighs in relief and quickly slips in, shutting the door shut behind him. "Though I'm quite surprise you were able to ask right. Why the sudden change Ronald?"

"Oh ha, ha, ha," Ronald said, stowing his bag above on the luggage rack before sitting down, "You know how me and my siblings spend some of our summer with my Great Aunt Muriel? Well, she made sure I knew what to do so I wouldn't make the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Weasley look bad," he rubs his head as Daphne winces, "I kinda wish my mum would had allow her to do it much sooner because it definitely gave me a headache with all the stuff she crammed in it,"

"No offense, but your mom really has something agony etiquette," Daphne mutters, "But I am so sorry you had to deal with Lady Prewitt,"

"I think its only because most people who really care about that are the Noble Families and most of them are all but in Slytherin," the boy remarks, "And my mum…she well…she biased against anything and everything in Slytherin…the screaming rage she did when the Twins got Sorted in there…it took ages for Dad to calm her down," he turns his gaze to Aria and smiles," Nice to meet you, I'm Ronald Billius of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Weasley. But you can call me Ron,"

Aria nodded her head and straighten up her shoulders a bit, "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Heiress Aria Euphemia of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter,"

Ron's eyes widened, staring at her in shock, "Do you have the scar?" he then slaps his hand over his mouth as he groans, "Bloody! I'm so sorry that was rude of me!"

Aria chuckles and waves her hand, "Its fine! At least you asked instead of trying to sneak a peek as if I wouldn't notice," she pulls her hair back showing the scar and the two blink, Ron's eyes frowning in confusion.

"That…doesn't look like a scar…nor a bolt of lightning," Aria shrugs her shoulders, as she sets her bangs down. She remembers years ago when her scar was shaped like a bolt of lightning, but after the incident…it changed. What was once a faded scar was now a bright orange mark that was shaped like curling vines, the tip just curling over the top of her eyes. She remembers the days of examinations from doctors wondering why the scar had changed and looked more like a tattoo than a scar but they could never find out why.

"Aura accident happen when I was nine…it changed as a result," Aria explained before she tilts her head, "So you're Heir Percy's other brother? The one who had to stayed home from the Introduction Ceremony,"

Ron's shoulders slump and he leans back into his seat, "Yeah…unfortunately. My sister Ginny is a year younger than me; she's going to Hogwarts next year so she will be allowed to go to the Introduction Ceremony but this year she would be the only one left behind. So, mum had the brilliant idea of me just staying behind for one more year, saying that it was only fair," he runs a hand through his hair, "I mean it sucked but at least this is something she can't stop," he gestures to the compartment they were in, "Honestly I'm use to it, being the sixth in the family. The oldest Bill, he turned down being the heir and started working for the Juelian Family. He only graduated last year but he was Headboy Charlie is next and he is a Fifth year alongside his twin Percy. Charlie turn down the heirship because he plans on getting into the Blackthorn Sanctuary in Johto. Percy was chosen as Prefect which he was excited since he heard rumors that there were going to be changes in how the Academy did that…and he became the Heir," Ron rubs the back of his neck, "Fred and George, well they're in Slytherin so they stood out..and they're also really funny…" he then sighs, "Then there is me…I'm the last boy…my parents attempt for a girl.." he frowns shaking his head as his hand goes for the lone Pokeball on his belt, "But it's fine, I'm going to make my own mark once I'm at Hogwarts."

"That's why we're going there," Daphne remarks as Noir hops onto the seat to sit next to her as Ron throws the Pokeball into the air. In a flash of white a Pidgey appeared, flapping their wings, before settling down on Ron's lap. "The academy gives us a safe place to learn a lot of useful skills, stuff that some trainers don't learn until many years after gaining their license. Learning how to battle, to care for our Pokemon," she gently scratches Noir under the chin, the Sneasel letting out a chirp, "How to create our own supplies, to survive out there,"

At that moment the door slid open once more, Neville Longbottom leaning against the frame, "I'm sorry to…bother you…but have you seen Trevor in here?" he pants wiping his brow and moving the strands of pink hair out of his face, "He escape me just as the train started moving,"

"Sorry Longbottom," Daphne replies apologetically, "But we haven't seen no sign of a Chikorita,"

Neville groans at this and pushes himself up again, going to start running down the corridor but stops when Aria calls out, "Hey Neville…once you're you find Trevor you can come join us if you want," the boy blinks before he gives a watery smile. Nodding his head in agreement he closes the door gently before running off.

"I feel sorry for Neville," Ron remarks a bit. He holds up his hands when Daphne glares at him, "No really! I heard from my dad that his Gran almost made him get a starter from Professor Ollivander,"

Aria frowns, gently picking Alphonse up and cradling him in her arms, "What's wrong with Ollivanders? Its where I got Alphonse," she softly rubs his belly smiling when he bruxes his teeth, "and I heard that its a great honor to gain a Pokemon from him,"

Daphne and Ron wince, turning towards each other, frowning. "Nothing is really bad about it," Daphnesoftly spoke, "And it is an honor…for those who got the top three scores in their Primary's license Exams or if you gain a scholarship to Hogwarts,"

Ron nods his head, "Most Trainer Family, have a Pokemon that is a symbol for the Family. Usually some families give them to the children of the House when they become 11..while some wait to see if they're responsible for one. The Weasley Family's Family Pokemon are Charizards," he chuckles a bit, rubbing the back of his neck, "But unlike the Charmanders that Kanto raise to be Starters…well if Kanto thinks their Charizard Line is tough they haven't met a Grimm Charizard…so there's no way they'll allow a 11 year old to take one…so when we're thirteen we go through a trial to see if any Charmander likes our spunk. But we still don't get our Starter from Ollivander. When a Weasley becomes eleven they head into Cloudstalk Forest and send out their aura and see which one resonates with us." he frowns a bit, "It's the same with the Potters, I think. They get their Family Pokemon before the end of their First year, though I know the Potters get their Starter from Ollivander,"

"Honedge," Aria whispers, remembering what she read in the journal. The first Lord, or Warden as it was called back then was called Antonio Potter, hailing from the Paldea Region, which made Aria extremely happy that she had some connection to her Teacher. But when he first entered Grimm it was written that he had problems with some of the people, trying to trick his way into the nobility by using the ruins of a castle. When his fib was figured out, the King was angry and tried to have him arrested. He fought bravely with his Pokemon by his side but he only won thanks to a Honedge, struck by his ability to keep fighting stuck out from within the ruins and fought with him. Afterwards Antonio, who had lost all his Pokemon vowed to always ally himself with the Ghost Type, in remembrance to what his greed did, and to what the small Honedge did for him.

Daphne smiles and holds Noir up, "The Greengrass Family has been raising the Weavile line for generations," she sets him down and smiles a bit, "But the Longbottoms get their Family Pokemon when they turn eleven…for Lady Longbottom to almost not allow him too," she winces, shaking her head, "Its already not much of a secret that she doesn't like her grandson. She doesn't abuse him," Daphne quickly states seeing the anger in Aria's eyes, "But she…compares him a lot to his father.."

"When it's clear that he's a lot more like his mum," Ron responded, "and not just in looks either. Though I definitely think he's going to Gryffindor," his shoulders slump again and Pidgey looks up at him, before she begins to softly nibble at his fingers. "I really hope I get sorted into Gryffindor…I mean Hufflepuff wouldn't be too bad but I know I'm not smart enough for Ravenclaw and no offense to you Daphne, I really don't want to be in Slytherin," he shivers, "I was there when mum found out the Fred and George were sorted into that House. It wasn't pretty,"

Through the window, the scene outside had changed into fields full of Miltank and Mareep. Ron fell asleep for a bit, but Aria didn't mind as she watched the view. Once she spotted a herd of Rapidash and Ponyta galloping upwards a hill, led by a shiny Rapidash that was chasing a Braviary flying overhead.

At that moment the door slid open, this time an older lady pushing a cart filled with food beams at them, "Anything off the cart, dears?" Ron jerking awake at the voice, blinking sleepily as Pidgey chirps, flapping her wings. Now that she had mentioned it, Aria was a bit hungry. Standing up she ordered a lot, from Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Smoliv, Chocolate Poliwags, Pumpkaboo Pasties, Clefairy Cakes and Licorice Orthworm. She also bought some poffins for the Pokemon to munch on. Ron's face turns red when Aria told him to help himself and tries to deny it but Daphne rolls her eyes and shoves a Chocolate Poliwag into his hands.

"Chiko?" blinking, Aria looks down to see a Chikorita trying to snatch one of the Poffins from Alphonse with his vine. But the Cyndaquil took offense at that and blew a speck of fire at the grass type making it squeak in pain.

"Hey! You know it's against the rules to battle on the train?" all three looked up to see a girl with skin that was golden brown about their age glaring at them with amber eyes. Her hair was even more of a mess than Aria's ever was, frazzled and looked almost like a mane of brown hair. She glares at Alphonse before her eyes flicker to the Chikorita and she turns her head, "Neville! He's in here!"

"Trevor!" Neville came running in and gently picks up the Chikorita. He frowns a bit seeing the slight burns.

"Sorry Neville," Aria apologizes before the girl could open her mouth, "Trevor tried to take one of Alphonse's poffins,"

Neville blinks and he sighs, "Trevor…you really need to stop wandering off and trying to take food that doesn't belong to you," Trevor only responded with a chirp of sadness and nuzzles in his chest. The pink haired boy looks up, "Is the…offer of riding with you all still open?"

Aria nods her head, looking at Ron and Daphne who confirm their agreement. Sighing Neville turns to the girl, "Thank you Hermione for helping me,"

"No problem," Hermione states before she turns her gaze to Aria, "But if you can't control your own Pokemon, he really should be in his Pokeball," Aria frowns but then the girl blinks, "Holy Arceus, you're Aria Potter!" Aria cringed at this, shoulders tensing, "I heard that you were about my age but I never expected…but I should have," she huffs shaking her head, "Of course you would have come to Hogwarts, being the last Potter and the Girl-Who-Lived. Its expected of you to be coming to a fine establishment such as the Academy. I ready all about you, of course. I got a few books for a bit of background reading after I got my scholarship," she seems to puff up a bit, and Aria saw Daphne Ron and Neville grimace in unison, "You're in Modern Aura History, The Rise and Fall of Teams, Great Regional Events of Modern History,"

"Those books are lies," Aria snaps, her whole body tense, "You shouldn't believe everything thats written in books,"

Hermione looked offended, "How can you say that?"

"Because for one," Aria hisses out standing up, "I was a baby when my parents died, when Voldemort," Ron, Neville and Hermione tremble at hearing the name but Daphne stared calm, smiling softly, "killed my parents. I was the only survivor there, so there is no way they could have any idea what happened that night. Two, some of those books had the gall to say that my mum tried to run. And three, books are written by the winners, they will always paint the situation in their favor. And four," she pulls off the glove that covered her whole hand, revealing her automail arm and making her gasp. Ron was staring with wide eyes while Neville clutches to Trevor tightly, his blue eyes slightly wet, "They said I had a happy childhood…I didn't have that until two years ago when my Teacher took me in,"

She sat down, pulling her glove back on as Alphonse, crawls up the seat and places his head into her lap. Hermione stood there, her eyes staring at Aria glove cover hand a voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Bluestar Village in five minutes' time. Please return your Pokémon into their Pokeballs and please remain seated until the First Years are called," Hermione bit at her lip before she turned around and flees but Aria didn't care about that as her stomach felt like it had Butterfrees floating in it. The three looked out the window; peering out to see the fading light as the sun went down. The lights of Bluestar Village began to flicker on, reflecting onto the surface of the Lake of Wishes.

"We're here…" Aria whispers, staring in awe, "we're finally here,"

"This is it," Daphne states, "the true beginning. Our first true step,"

Ok as you know I'm a Dumbledore hater so this is dumbledore bashing! And manipulating dumbledore! Luckily for our hero lots of dumbledore's plans have already fallen through the drain thanks to the Union League and the Board. Like changes on who is a head of the house. Yes it's our boy Arven! I recently finished scarlet and boy did arven's story fucking wrench my heart…. So I put him in the story as Hogwarts new Home Economics Professor

And we have the others! We have Daphne, who is showing her kitty Softpaws side (when aria is puss, Daphne is kitty…. Hopefully aria doesn't hit her in the head with a guitar) we have Ron! Who is going to stand out and not be the friend who is only good at chess! And we have Neville! The reason why he has pink hair is because his mother Alice was a Joy! And we have Hermione. Now before you all get at me for Aria snapping at her… I love Hermione but there were a lot of things I didn't like about her, how she was always nagging at Ron and Harry, how she always had to be right because she read the books by heart. How she never gave anyone else the chance to answer questions. How she and Ron's arguments were just to stalk the plot (how she reacted to lavender's pet dying).

And don't get me wrong, it isn't only her. Ron arguing about what happen to scanners when he really wasn't paying good attention to him (there were other cats in gryffindor) like there is such time as free roam for rats but you can't keep them out of a cage the whole time never mind let them sleep in your bed you can roll over and squish them! And don't get on me about the cage they did show in the movie! That's not good enough to travel let alone to keep a rat in! I don't care that the rat was pettigrew rats need more enrichment and pack members my inner rat girl is screaming. Getting mad at Hermione for telling McGonagall about the fire bolt when at the time Harry had a mass murderer after him. Abandoning Harry twice though I will give Ron an excuse for the second time since he was worried about his family. But the first time? The tournament? No, I'm honestly surprise that Harry forgave him after that!

So yes both Ron and Hermione are getting overhauls in this world and they are not getting together. Neither are aria and Ginny. But remember no relationships until fourth year for these guys.

Anyway I hope you all enjoy! Please leave a comment and I absolutely love them!