He left the Slytherin study hall with a promise to see them again next week, and two less books. Bulstrode had inserted herself into his and Notts conversation after she overheard the discussion, the three of them talked for a good hour about magical theory and the limitations wixen didn't realize they were setting by creating a divide between different types of magic and that few magicals had enough creativity to think about merging different magics together. This was why Fred and George were so successful in the last timeline. They knew what they wanted to make and only saw magic as a means to the end, in doing so they crossed the borders between the different categories of magic, blending them together to create the desired outcome.

During that conversation he had found out that Bulstrode had a minor obsession with runes so lent her one of the advanced books he had on obscure ancient runes. The other book was a history of banned magic that he had lent to Nott. That particular book had been made illegal over two hundred years ago with almost every other copy being burnt. He had found it when he was putting the books from the ROR away and had put it on his reading list. It cataloged all the instances of the ministry banning branches of magic to uphold treaties or to bribe the muggle government. Most of the treaties and bribes had been completely forgotten by the muggles and it happened so long ago there was no written records that muggles still had. Only the wixen had proof and had no reason to continue following them as the muggle government would have no clue if they didn't. However, to reintroduce the magic would mean they would have to explain that they had purposefully given false information regarding the banned magics to cause a stigma against them so the population would comply with the treaty without knowing of its existence.

Harry had duplicated it, leaving the original safely in his trunk and used a permanent transfiguration spell to change the cover on the copy to make it look like the current history of magic textbook they were using.

During history of magic, both Nott and Bulstrode were immersed in their books, scribbling notes in their journals, and Harry could see Granger looking over at them and scribbling her own notes like it was a competition to see who was doing more. After the lesson finished Hermione and seamus rushed to muggle studies, while Harry, Ron, Dean, and Neville trudged to the library for their free period.

"Merlin I'm so tired I just want to go have a nap." Neville complained through a yawn.

"who thought it was a good idea to have Divination the day after we're up till midnight for astronomy then followed by history of magic. I bet you Snape made the schedule."Dean grumbled, spitting Snapes name like a curse.

"Yeah, we're already tired this morning from being up late. The heat and incense from Trelawney's tower make me drowsy enough, and then they put us in a room with Binns droning on about goblin wars expecting us to stay awake. Not a chance in Broceliande."

"You do realize you can just go take a nap now? Right?" They all looked at him in disbelief. "It's a free period and it's right before lunch. You have time."

"Oh, I hadn't thought we'd actually be allowed." all of them looked slightly confused and disbelieving, making Harry chuckle.

"We aren't monitored during free periods so if you feel a nap would be more helpful to your education than being barely able to concentrate during lessons because you're too tired then it is more sensible to take a nap in the time available to you." They looked between each other and silently decided that sleep sounded good. They went to walk away but Dean turned when he realized Harry was walking in the other direction.

"Aren't you coming with us?" The other boys stopped and turned at hearing Dean's question.

"No. I have Ancient Runes tomorrow and haven't finished the homework. I'll see you guys at lunch." he quickly continued down the corridor, making his way to his 'secret base,' before they could change their minds and join him. Once there, he shadow stepped into Salazar's office. Before he could make his way over to the desk both Salazar and Rowena shreeked. he whipped around, his hydra wand falling into his hand as he pointed it towards the portrait. Both founders were looking at him wide eyed.

"Where in magic's great name did you come from?" Salazar boomed, his hand over his chest in the universal sign of, 'you just scared the shit out of me.' Harry let out a breath as he lowered and sheathed his wand while turning to walk over to the desk.

"Sorry about that. I can walk through shadows. In future I'll knock on the wall to announce my presence to you."

"Please do. As much as you can't kill us from the shock, it is still unpleasant." Rowina was giving him a disappointed glare that looked a lot like Remus, and that reminded him that he had questions.

"Before I forget, is there a way to allow people access to the library without me having to be around?" He looked curiously at the portrait as they had a silent conversation with their eyebrows before Rowina spoke.

"If you mean the two men who were here the entirety of last night? I wouldn't mind them having access, it was nice to see two of my little eagles get so excited over the knowledge that our library held." Harry choked back a laugh.

"Neither of them were in Ravenclaw." She looked at him in bafflement. "Remus the one with sandy brown hair was a Gryffindor and Snape the man with black hair was a Slytherin and is currently head of Slytherin house." Rowina looked like he had just slapped her in the face with a dead fish as she opened and closed her mouth, clearly not knowing what to say to that. Salazar on the other hand had a smug little smile at the fact that one of them was the current head of his house.

"I'll allow it also, they were respectful towards the books. All you need to do is go to the top floor above the library and you will find the ward stone. All you must do is give a drop of blood from each person you wish to give access to." he nodded in thanks before taking a seat behind the desk and opening the gringotts mailbox that was designated for anything addressed to him as a Lord/Heir. Before looking through it though he looked back to the portrait he had one more question.

"What time did the two professors leave the library?" He remembered their disheveled appearance during breakfast, thinking they must have overslept that morning because of the late night. Rowina gave him an amused grin as she spoke.

"They were here till seven past six this morning." Harry almost choked. Breakfast started at six, that ment they had been late for breakfast. He knew you didn't have to be there when it started, however, Snape was always there five minutes early without fail everyday. Well that explains why they didn't even have time to look presentable.

"Oh, I almost forgot, while you're here would you mind activating the other frames within the chambers so we can move around the castle more freely. You just need to tap the frames and push a little magic into it, the same thing you did to the frame in the library. Or if you're already going to the ward stone you can unlock them all from there." He must have seen the apprehension on Harry's face because he rushed to reassure him. "None of the other portraits will have access to the quarters. It only gives us access to the other frames in and out of the chambers." Harry relaxed knowing it wouldn't allow others into what he deems his safe space and nodded at Salazar.

"I'll get to it as soon as I can." looking back down into the open box, he riffled through it seeing several envelopes. The one he was most interested in was the one addressed to Heir Potter, instead of his several other titles. It was made of an expensive looking heavy parchment. His name was written in royal blue ink and it was sealed with the malfoy crest stamped into wax, the primary color of their house, which was Ice blue. It was a little fancier than the letters he sent to Lord Black. He opened it carefully and began to read.

Dear Harry James Potter,

Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter.

I am writing to you in order to convey my and my wife's sincerest thanks regarding the protection of our only son and Heir from both a dementor and hippogriff attack. It is my understanding that you protected him at the cost of your own safety and wellbeing, In doing so you have sustained rather substantial injuries. I must thank you again. I have heard from multiple sources that if you had not intervened my son's injuries could have been far more severe. I have attempted multiple times to arrange a meeting with you properly to give formal thanks, However I have been denied every time, with the implication that you would not appreciate a formal thankyou from me and my house. I find this implication rather interesting as it conflicts with what I observed of you in our last encounter. There is to be a board of governors meeting this weekend where I intend to bring the matter to their attention, as I know others also wish to give thanks regarding the incident on the train. Until I am able to arrange a meeting, I sincerely hope you do not find the written correspondence to be an insult to you or your house.

Yours Faithfully

Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

Marquess of Ithnion

P.S. The issue you brought to me the last time we met, has now been dealt with, and I greatly appreciate you bringing the matter to my attention. He was all too happy to receive clothes, and I far too eager to give them. Only one older wizard seemed put out by the exchange.

He pulled out a quill and a Bit of spare parchment mulling over his response and writing several drafts until he was satisfied. He then went into the desk drawer and pulled out the stationary box stamped with the potter crest that had everything for Potter House formal correspondence. Opening it, he took out the deep royal purple ink, heavy rich cream parchment and a gold tipped quill.

It was aggravating to think he would have to use subpar handwriting for this. He was left-handed, not that anyone knew that. The Dursleys had made sure he knew it was one more thing that made him abnormal and forced him to learn to write with his right hand, but it had always been messier than anything he could do with his left. Even with them not around, he had carried the habit to Hogwarts and with him learning to use a quill through trial and error, because Merlin forbid that anyone tells him there was a guide to help, his handwriting only became more of a mess. When it came time to write something as Lord of one of the other houses it had taken no thought to use his left hand to make sure his letters were suitable. His handwriting was actually really nice after he had read the books on how to use a quill properly and when using his dominant hand. However, he knew that with this letter he would have to write as Harry Potter meaning using his right hand or Lord Malfoy would definitely recognize the handwriting and link him to Lord Black and the rest.

Sighing he put the quill to the parchment and paused. He just realized he hadn't given out the proxies for Gryffindor and Peverell because they were easily linked to him, but if they were easily linked to him he could still use them when writing as Lord Potter. If he used them to sign this letter it would add more weight to it without outing him as Lord black. He would definitely add Gryffindor, but the Peverell name was well known not just in Britain but over most of the magical world. The Peverells were seen as the religious leaders for a lot of magicals, as most of the rituals and holidays that were dedicated to mother magic and her children, were created by the Peverell family. Associating his name as the head of the Peverell family would grant him a lot of power, not just in England. Deciding he wasn't quite ready for that kind of power being tied to him just yet he began to write.

Dear Lord Lucius Abraxas Malfoy

Marquess Of Ithnion

I write to you in response to your formal correspondence of thanks, I do not find insult with your written correspondence as I am aware of the machinations of a certain old wizard keeping you from performing the formalities in person. With this in mind I make a request of you to allow the formalities to be conveyed in writing, as it would not do to have certain people believe that I am privy to information they do not wish me to have. Please understand that I am not snubbing our traditions or your House and I would not ask this if the circumstances were different, however I believe keeping certain people ignorant of my knowledge would be beneficial to us all. I sincerely hope that you agree.

You mentioned others who wish to show thanks, I ask that if you trust them with the knowledge that written correspondence is best that you inform them. I should make you aware that I have spoken with Gregory Goyle, Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Heir Crabbe, Heir Zabini, Heiress Greengrass, Heir Nott, and Heir Malfoy today and they are privy to a few more details that may be enlightening. Also all written correspondence is completely safe and in no way an issue.

Yours Faithfully

Lord Hadrian Jameson Potter

Margrave of Thornfair, Viscount of Whiteshade

He looked the parchment over and decided it was acceptable. He had written in a different style than he usually did in his letters, keeping his handwriting neat, with sharp flicks and points, instead of the looping calligraphy he did as lord black. It was easier to write that way and meant he was able to keep the style tidy and presentable. He cast a quick drying charm over it before stamping the Potter and Gryffindor Lord rings at the bottom and folding it to put in an envelope. He then pulled out the midnight Purple wax and sealed it with the Potter crest. Deep Purple being the Potter primary house color.

He didn't have much time left till lunch so he packed everything away, pocketed the letter, and made his way to the great hall for lunch. By the time he arrived lunch had just started and there were only a few people in the hall not one of them was a Gryffindor, so he sat appreciating the quiet meal while it lasted. It lasted longer than he thought it would as Ron and Dean who were usually the louder ones were still groggy from their nap.

The quiet lasted all the way through charms till DADA where Malfoy just had to provoke Ron into a fight. It was amusing to watch however he did mourn the silence that was so rudely taken from him. Malfoy continued to push the other boys' buttons expertly while Ron spluttered his way through incoherent defenses and childish retorts. Harry rolled his eyes at the display until the door to the classroom was opened, and everyone filed in. he was lagging behind everyone else watching them enter and couldn't help but think about the fact that Gryffindor and Slytherin were paired together for the two classes with the most potential to go wrong, DADA and potions. Eventually he entered and took his seat.

Today was exactly what he thought it would be, them facing a boggart. Nevilles still turned into professor snape and harry would always take immense satisfaction at seeing the dour man in that vulture hat and severely dated female robes. This time around though the amusement was dampened at the realization that Neville Longbottom, his godbrother, the same boy who was hung upside down out of a third story window by his uncle, was more scared of Snape than anything else. He hoped to talk to both Neville and Snape about that because it wasn't okay for him to feel that way.

They continued through the line with Harry right at the back. He had pushed through the crowd more intent on slipping his letter for Lord Malfoy into Draco's pocket over getting ahead in the queue. The line slowly whittled down until it was Seamus's turn, who was just before Harry, and just like last time it turned into a banshee, after the riddikulus charm its screams came out as animal sounds, and Seamus stepped aside grinning to himself. As soon as he was no longer blocking Harry from vue the boggart locked on to him. unlike everyone else though it didn't change form. The pale female appearing creature merely tilted its head staring at Harry. It opened its mouth and spoke in a deep hoarse voice that felt like nails down a chalkboard to his ears.

"You are not human." it said tilting its head in the other direction. His eyes widened at the statement, because there was no question in their tone. It spoke as if it were a fact. He turned to Remus with questioning eyes. The whole class flinched and Harry looked back to the boggart who was now nose to nose with him.

"YOU ARE NOT HUMAN." its voice was louder now, almost accusatory as it grinned manically. "A HIGH FAY APPEARS ONCE MORE." He was abruptly pulled back by the collar and in an instant Lupin was in front of him already casting the boggart back into the trunk.

"What the fuck. Why can't something be normal just once." Harry didn't realize he had spoken out loud until a snort was heard and everyone turned to the platinum blond who was valiantly trying to pretend that he, a Malfoy, did not do something so uncouth as snort. Quickly enough everyone was distracted by the professor ushering them out of the classroom. Harry stayed behind not on purpose, but because he was left reeling. It said he wasn't human. Was that his biggest fear or was it something else. A High Fay. What is a High Fay? And why did it think Harry was one. He stared at the trunk wondering if the thing had the answers he wanted. He took a step forward but was halted by a gentle hand being placed on his shoulder. He turned to lupin with pleading eyes.

"Open it, please." the man just frowned at him.

"Harr…"

"Please." lupin sighed and flicked his wand at the trunk. it sprung open and for a few seconds nothing happened, but then out stepped a humanoid figure with four arms, sickly pale blue tinted skin and golden tendrils for hair. Its eyes were a toxic yellow with no separation between sclera, iris, and pupil, it was all just yellow. Its ears were pointed at the tips and as it grinned at him, he caught sight of its teeth; they had the appearance of being flat blunt molars, even the front ones; it was unnerving to say the least.

Remus stepped up to Harry's side and he felt more than saw the creature's eyes flick to the man for a brief moment, before they settled back on him.

"I believe I upset your wolf in my excitement. My commander has already berated me for my actions toward you, but I ask for your forgiveness also, your Imperial Highness. I should not have allowed my excitement to dictate my actions towards you." The creature bowed waiting for a response. There was a lot to unpack in that short apology. First, it could talk. though he had already figured that from before. Second, it knew Remus was a werewolf. Third, it had spoken to its commander already. How was that possible? Its commander can't be in the trunk, can it? Also , it has a commander? Is it a soldier of some kind? Fourth, YOUR IMPERIAL HIGHNESS? what the actual fuck was his life?

He rubbed at his eyes and turned to Remus who was looking between Harry and the boggart with a face full of puzzlement that made him realize that Lupin most likely can't understand the creature, but if Harry can then that points to it being part of the Seligen Court. He turned back to the creature and asked his most pressing question.

"Please raise your head. I accept your apology. Would you be able to tell me why you refer to me as your imperial highness?" He kept his voice level despite the anxiety he was feeling.

"You are the many times great grandson of Morgana, Imperial Queen of the Seligen Court. The first of only four before you to meet the criteria to don the title. Only mother magics chosen can be born a High Fay, the last was Nimue, who was crowned in 1143. Our Imperial Queen Morgana ruled the Seligen Court for a millenia with her eight sisters, the eight Imperial Princesses of the Seligen Court. Not long after the courts were revealed to the humans in the late sixth century the eight Imperial Princesses decided to return to Mother Magic. Our Imperial Queen decided to stay and continue ruling over the Court, however many years later she fell in love with a wizard and wanted a family. She begged Mother Magic who granted her permission to have the family she so desired with the understanding that she would become mortal and return to her sisters after a full mortal lifespan. She agreed and the Lefay name was birthed. Only a High Fay can claim the Imperial Crown of the Seligen Court and so far only one has."

"And what is a High Fay." his voice shook with the words.

"A High Fay is a descendant of one of the nine true fay who retain their creature blood. Only one before you has found their way to the throne; others have fallen before they were able. To our knowledge you are the fourth High Fay to exist, the last was Nimue born from the Lefay squib line. a group of dryads found her wandering around a forest, recognizing what she was, they brought her to Avalon to claim her birthright, and there she became the first Imperial Queen of the Seligen Court since Morgana."

Harry stood thinking over the information that was presented to him for a long moment. What it… he really needed to ask for its pronouns or whatever it refers to itself as. Moving on. What it implied was that not all the Lefay descendants were able to claim the Seligen throne, but only those who inherited the creature blood, and including him there have only ever been four with the inheritance. Including him! He was next in line to a throne. He wanted to cry. He only came back for a bit of revenge, mabe to save a few people he wasn't able to last time, not whatever this was. His rapidly spiraling thoughts were abruptly cut off by a loud growl. He looked up to see Moony in a defensive stance, eyes glowing gold, and elongated canines bared as he growled low at the boggart.

"Moony What happened? I wasn't paying attention." He didn't move his eyes away from the 'threat' as he answered.

"It was moving towards you. Cub, I'm sorry, but I don't understand what is going on, and you're not telling me. I don't understand how you can speak with it or what it is saying. I didn't even get body language cues from either of you. For all I know you were talking about the weather or it was telling you the secrets of the universe." Harry realized now that Lupin was panicking. His wolf had probably sensed his distress and started to get agitated. Harry moved forward to take the hand that Remus had splayed behind him protectively urging Harry to stay back. He tugged at it until the professor looked at him. He stared him in the eyes, holding Lupin's hand on his chest for a minute, allowing him to feel the steady beat of his heart. slowly the wolf's breathing evened out and his eyes bled back to brown. He hadn't realized just how scared and agitated he was getting until it was too late.

"I'm sorry Moony but I don't really know how to explain right now." He was still trying to process the information he was just given, and was not in any state to try explaining it to someone else. "Just know they aren't a threat; it lunged at me earlier out of excitement more than hostility, and It has already apologized."

"My commander wishes to speak to you." Harry turned back to the boggart.

"And how do they intend to do that?" the creature tilted its head mulling over his question.

"We are a collective. We are connected yet we are still individuals. We and our cousins were made this way as the guards of Avalon."

"Are you saying your species share a single mind?"

"Yes, and no. We can tap into each other's consciousness and we know what everyone else knows, but we are individuals. as are our cousins. We are the Bowguard, they are the Deoguard, and we are the Guards of Avalon" he tilted his head. "Though I believe the humans refer to us as boggarts and dementors." Harry blue screened at that. The dementors were one of the guards of Avalon. "My commander wishes to take over my consciousness to call one of our cousins so they can perform our vassalage bond with you. We are your vassals and will aid you when needed." Harry's mind went blank; it sounds like they are some kind of royal guard and he most definitely didn't want boggarts and dementors following him around all the time.

"And if I declined the bond?" The Boggart or Bowguard stared at him for a moment before frowning and jutting its lower lip out in a truly impressive pout as it crossed both sets of its arms over its chest. He could imagine it stomping its foot any moment now. This thing was seven feet tall and built like a brick wall, yet it was pouting at Harry like a child. He rubbed his hands over his face and huffed out his answer into his hands.

"Fineee. I'll take the bond but I need to talk to… My wolf first." he turned to Lupin who was looking slightly less stressed and a lot more amused. He didn't know what they were saying , but he knew what the beginnings of a tantrum looked like.

"It will take a few minutes for the commander to fully settle into my mind." with that he/she/they sat on the floor cross legged and closed its eyes.

"Quickly before you start." its eyes snapped open and focused back on harry. "How would you prefer us to refer to you?" the being tilted its head in confusion. "Like are you a she, a he, or do you prefer they?" it scrunched its nose in distaste.

"We are the Bowgaurds and Deogaurds. We are not the same as others. We are not creatures. We are the creation of the Imperial Nine. we are a collective and when separate we are a vassal or an it." Harry winced slightly at the harsh tone. He thinks he may have offended it.

"Do you have a name?" probably something he should have asked before.

"My name is Bowgaurd as is the rest of my family. We are pleased with the name bestowed on us by our creators and proud to serve avalon as its defense." Harry just nodded, sensing that it would get annoyed if he pushed more, and turned back to Remus.

"We should sit down for this. I'll call for Kreacher to bring tea." he flopped into a couch that Reamus conjured for them and without needing to say anything a tea service was popped in front of them, table and all.