A/N: I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

Hello, everyone, after a month and a half I'm finally updating this thing. I'm sorry for being away from this long but as I already told you I'm in the middle of my university thesis. If you wonder, I'm doing pretty well with it. I found the time to write this chapter, which ended up being so long. I hope you like it and I will made my best to update in a couple of days.

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Chapter 5: First Lessons

Hiccup was already regretting bringing a dragon to Hogwarts. As he woke up an hour and a half before the rest of his housemates and got ready for the extra class he would take for the next seven years, he thought he would have preferred to bring a pony or a parrot. Seven years of getting up before the rest of the school. I am a genius! And worst of all, he was already late for his first class. He put on the special outfit for his Basic Dragon Training class which consisted of pants, boots, and an anti-burn vest, all made of dragon scales.

He put the books for all the classes for the day in his backpack since he would not have time to return to change or pick them up, among these were the three books necessary for the BDT class: How to Train Your Dragon, How to Speak Dragonese and A Guide to Deadly Dragons. He packed them all into his backpack, slung it over his shoulder, and set off to Hogwarts' backyard. Before leaving, he noticed how one of the beds in the bedroom he shared with three other children was empty and neatly made. He remembered that the night before that boy, whose name Hiccup no longer remembered, mentioned that he had also brought a dragon to Hogwarts. You could have woken me up, mate, Hiccup thought.

The Ravenclaw common room was empty, the flames in the fireplace had a special enchantment that made them burn a shade of blue. No, it was not empty, a girl was sitting on one of the sofas in front of the fireplace. It was the girl with the brown hair so wild it looked like a bird's nest. Her name is Angela, Hiccup recalled. The girl turned to see him as Hiccup walked through the bedroom door. "Hello," she greeted him. "The other boy has already left. He looked very nervous".

"Hi," Hiccup said, "I've already noticed. What are you doing awake so early?"

"I haven't actually slept, I'm too nervous to do it." The girl had dark circles as big as her eyes, Hiccup doubted she wasn't really sleepy. "What are you wearing?" Angela asked, arching an eyebrow.

Hiccup looked himself up and down. "Hmm, my special uniform for Basic Dragon Training class. It helps the dragon flames not burn your skin when working with them. "

Angela was thoughtful for a moment and frowned. "That's weird, the other kid wasn't wearing anything like that."

"Really?"

"Yes, are you sure you had to put it on?"

"I suppose". Hiccup was thoughtful for a moment. "You know, I'm in a bit of a rush, so..."

"Oh yeah. Don't worry, I no longer entertain you. "

Hiccup said goodbye to Angela and hurried out of the Ravenclaw common room. He walked half the castle thinking about what Angela had told him and hoping she was wrong. Maybe the other boy was wearing his special uniform in a separate bag, who knows. He passed through the Great Hall and it was empty, except for the occasional house-elf doing the cleaning. He left the castle, crossed the lake, and headed for the vicinity of the Forbidden Forest, where the cabin of the old Hogwarts ranger, Rubeus Hagrid, was. Shortly before arriving, he spotted the rest of the students who, like him, would take the special class on dragons for the next seven years, and to his horror, he realized that they were all wearing the Hogwarts robes. Not one of the other students wore their special uniform.

He could see Astrid, Emily, his classmate whose name he didn't remember, and three other students, two from Slytherin and one from Hufflepuff. In front of all of them was a figure, it was the girl who had caught Stormfly on the train, Catherine Burglars. The night before, as the first years were being ushered into their dorm, Hiccup realized that Catherine was also a Ravenclaw prefect.

"Hello, Hiccup", the boy whose name he couldn't remember greeted him in a low voice. He was a plump boy with blond hair. "I tried to wake you up, but you sleep like a rock. Why are you wearing your special uniform?"

"We're supposed to use them, right?"

"Mmm, actually..."

"You didn't have to", Catherine said. As soon as he heard her, the other boy straightened up. "I think I remember telling you when I helped you to catch Astrid's dragon".

Hiccup looked her straight in the eye, not knowing what to say. "I think you could have mentioned it".

"I could? I did it", Catherine rectified and turned to Astrid. "Did I do it, Eggshell?" Astrid, like the other boy, was stunned when she heard Catherine addressing her. Hiccup never imagined that he would see Astrid scared by someone. And also, Eggshell? The girl couldn't help but nod. Thank you, Eggshell. In fact, after that, I went looking for all the first years who had a dragon to inform them that in their first class it would not be necessary to wear their special uniform. Did I?", now she turned to the other three students, who, like Astrid, froze and nodded. "Good. What is your excuse, Haddock?"

"I don't think I have it", Hiccup said after a long pause.

"Perfect. Any doubts before starting?".

One of the other children, the blond one, from Hufflepuff, raised his hand.

"Yes, Tuffnut."

Tuffnut? Hiccup was already understanding.

"Yeah ... erm, you need to give Hiccup a nickname."

Catherine turned to see Hiccup and raised an eyebrow. "You really think Hiccup Horrendous needs a nickname. What would we call it? Henry?"

Tuffnut, along with the two from Slytherins, laughed, Hiccup noticed how Emily held back a giggle.

"Good. In that case, let's start with the class".

"Are you the teacher?" Hiccup asked.

"No. How I explained to everyone who arrived early, I am a student, the best student of Gobber the Belch, the teacher of this subject. And as of this year, I was chosen as his assistant for the first-years class".

"And where is he?"

"Working with your dragons. He has to prepare them to avoid that—".

"Hey, Camicazi! I hope you're not treating the new recruits too harshly".

Cami... what?

Hiccup recognized Gobber's voice immediately, he used to work with his father in Romania, until he was offered a job as a teacher at Hogwarts.

Hiccup noticed how Catherine was left with an expression of exasperation on her face and sighed deeply. Most of the first graders laughed, trying to hide it as much as possible.

Hiccup thought Camicazi's authority had collapsed. The girl turned, in the direction of the Forbidden Forest, where Gobber had come from. Gobber was pulling a cart with a large cage where the children's dragons wriggled and bit and pounded at the bars.

"Hello, professor", Camicazi said, "I was just giving you the welcome course".

Gobber stopped in front of everyone, right next to Camicazi, and took a look at all the first years. As soon as he saw Hiccup he laughed. "I'm glad to see that at least one of you remembered that for this class you needed to wear a special uniform. And it was none other than Hiccup. I expected no less from the son of Stoick the Vast".

"But, Professor", Emily claimed, "we were told that in the first class we should not wear the special uniform".

"Really? Wow, that's crazy, unthinkable. How are you going to work with your dragons without the proper equipment?"

"She told us", Astrid exclaimed and pointed her finger at Camicazi.

Camicazi, who was having a terrible battle with herself for not laughing, made an offended face. "But what a cheek. Are you suggesting that I told you not to bring the special uniform as an initiation so that your own dragons would burn your clothes and hair; just like they did it to me in my first year? What crazy sayings, Eggshell".

"Yes", Astrid said. "I mean that".

Gobber laughed upon hearing that. "But of course not. Camicazi would never do something like that", he said and turned to Camicazi. "Now what do you think if you continue with the lesson?"

Camicazi took a few steps forward. "Well, the first thing you need to know about keeping dragons is to control them. How do you get this, Justin…? I mean, Fishlegs?"

The fat boy stammered several words before putting his ideas in order. "According to the manuals written by the dragon-breeding witch, Cressida Cowell, one of the main and most useful aspects of controlling a dragon is knowing its language".

"Excellent, five points for Ravenclaw. Now get out your How to Speak Dragonese book and go to the first lesson. Eggshell, how many variants of dragonese are there?"

"Hmm, according to the author. There are 3 types of the language of dragons". Astrid held up three fingers on her left hand. "The ancient language, the aquatic language, and the modern language. This last one being the most useful today".

"Very good, five points for Gryffindor". Camicazi walked over to the dragon cage and unlatched it. The little dragons, realizing this, rioted over the door of the cage, which Camicazi barely kept closed. "As you will see in your book, there are a few basic commands to start training your dragons. So good luck".

The Slytherin boy, somewhat stocky for his age, stepped forward in alarm. "Wait, aren't they going to teach us first?"

"Oh no", Camicazi said. "Here we are fervent believers in the concept of ... Learning on the job".

Then, she opened the cage and the six dragons shot out like mad in all directions.

Elsa awoke to the sound of the Black Lake water crashing against the bedroom windows. She had a terrible headache; the night before she could barely sleep, she spent the whole night tossing and turning, thinking only that she was a Slytherin. What did the sorting hat saw inside me to send me here? And when she could finally sleep, she dreamed of snakes, and bolts of green light.

She stretched out, still lying down, and realized that despite having slept, she hadn't rested. She hardly felt any strength in her muscles. No wonder, the whole night she was constantly waking up due to bad dreams she had. She remembered almost nothing, just a dream where she was riding in a muggle vehicle with two adults and a brown-haired girl. Everything was blurry, but suddenly her entire field of vision filled with a green flash, blinding her, then she heard a sound of metal shattering.

She shook her head and sat on the bed between yawns and looked around, the bedroom she shared with the other four Slytherin girls was so dark that Elsa thought it was still night, but when she saw the empty beds, she suspected she had overslept.

Through the silk ornaments of her bed, she saw the pale-skinned blonde girl across the room, sitting on her trunk at the foot of her bed, brushing her hair.

The other girl, noticing that Elsa was looking at her, said. "Good morning, Elsa", her voice was soft and barely perceptible. "Do you feel better? You were… weird yesterday".

Elsa, who was still more asleep than awake, stammered a yes and rubbed her eyes with her hands. Her name is Sirrah. "Where are the others? It's too late?"

"No, it's just lunchtime. You should hurry up anyway. And the rest left as soon as they woke up, they say the bedroom is too cold. And I don't blame them, I could barely sleep from shivering all night. I suppose it is because we are under the lake". Sirrah shrugged.

Elsa raised an eyebrow, she did not feel the slightest trace of cold, but it did not surprise her so much, she had never felt cold like others.

Elsa got off the bed, shook her head to wake herself up, and took off her pajamas. As she put on her uniform, she tried to clear her mind of the negative thoughts she had had during the previous night. Maybe being in Slytherin wasn't so bad. Sirrah had been very kind to her. And the boy from the train, Jack, tried to talk to her as they headed to the Slytherin common room. He tried because he babbled until they reached the dungeons. Once in the bedroom, Sirrah was the only one who spoke to her. She even comforted her when Elsa let out a few tears in the middle of the night. Elsa didn't tell Sirrah why she was crying and Sirrah didn't ask. She was already considering Sirrah her first friend at Hogwarts.

"I hope you don't mind if I leave you alone", Sirrah said, "but my brother must be waiting for me".

Elsa adjusted her tie and turned to Sirrah; the girl had already finished getting ready. Once again, she couldn't help but think that the girl's voice was too… solemn, Elsa felt like she was talking to someone who had lived centuries ago. "Yes, do not worry. I'll manage alone. By the way... thanks for last night. "

Sirrah smiled. "You're welcome. See you in the Great Hall", Sirrah said before walking through the bedroom door into the common room.

Elsa sat on her trunk for a few minutes, struggling to put her shoes on, thinking how nervous she was, not about being in Slytherin anymore, but because she would officially begin her education as a witch. It was what she had dreamed her whole life, Minerva had started teaching her basic things a couple of years ago, but nothing like what was about to happen: Herbology, Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts. At the thought of the last one she got a chill, Professor Lumen Tenebrae was known to be very tough teaching his subject, even with the first-years.

She shook her head and hurried out of the bedroom. The Slytherin common room was packed with people, some talking to each other and others mired in their own loneliness. Elsa felt somewhat lost when she did not recognize anyone, she thought that the best and smartest thing to do would be to get out of there as soon as possible and go to the dining room.

"Just look at who we have here", she heard someone say but did not know to who or who was speaking. "The lady who thinks she is very important to associate with the Slytherins".

Are they talking to me?

Elsa turned in the direction of the voice. A dark-haired girl was approaching her; she was about three years older. She was flanked by the two children who had filled their pockets with mint chocolates the night before.

"How do you feel now that you are forced to be surrounded by those you hate so much?" The girl told Elsa, being a few inches from her, Elsa had to raise her head to see the girl's face.

"I... I... I don't hate anyone". Elsa didn't know if that was half true.

"Yeah, sure", snapped the girl who had been sorted with Elsa. "Last night you didn't even speak to anyone at the feast and when we got to the bedroom you went straight to sleep".

"I did speak to someone. Just not with people like you".

The brown-haired boy laughed, the older girl did not share the gesture.

The girl gave her a shove on the shoulder, causing Elsa to drop her backpack. "You should be careful about how you talk to my sister, Mudblood".

The Slytherin common room was completely silent. It even seemed as if the crackle of the fireplace had stopped upon hearing the girl's words.

"You don't know the status of my blood".

"Neither do you, Mudblood. All we know about you is that you are a miserable orphan who was taken in by McGonagall because she felt sorry for you. What happened? Did your family throw you out as soon as they found out you were a witch? Your stupid Muggle parents couldn't bear that their daughter was a monster?"

Elsa could feel her eyes burning. "I've lived my whole life with Minerva, even she doesn't know who…" she whimpered.

"Muggles surely. Why else would she hide it from you?"

Without thinking, Elsa lunged at the girl, her eyes filling with tears. The girl, clearly bigger and stronger than her, held her firmly by the arms and threw her to the ground. Elsa couldn't stop her fall and hit her face on the carpet.

Why did she do it? Elsa had never been concerned about her blood status, or the family she may have had. She did not know who her parents were, or if she had brothers or sisters, or even if they were alive. The girl had moved something inside her.

"Leave her alone!" A black-haired boy stood between Elsa and the older girl.

"Take off, Potter. I know in your family they are friends of the Mudbloods, but this is something between orphan mudblood and me".

"Don't you even dare say that again". A circle of Slytherin students had formed around them. They were shouting and scolding.

The girl pulled her wand out of her pocket and pointed it at Potter. "To say that? Mudblood? Or orphan? Like your father".

In a blink of an eye, the Potter boy unsheathed his wand and pointed at the girl, both of them were about to shout a spell, but...

"What's going on here?" Last night's red-haired boy pushed his way through the crowd and stepped between them. Both Potter and the other girl stopped in their tracks. "Wands down!"

Potter hesitated, but tucked his wand into his robes; the other girl kept pointing at him, her eyes filled with anger. "Ophelia, put your wand away." The girl reluctantly obeyed. "Good. Now tell me, what happened here?"

"Ophelia called Elsa a mudblood". He knows my name.

"Because she insulted Desdemona". At that moment Elsa noticed how the girl, Desdemona, was hiding behind her older sister's tunic. She was grinning.

"I did not do it".

"Yes, she did," the brown-haired boy replied.

"Okay enough," the red-haired boy looked tired. "I don't want you guys to start taking points away from our house this soon. For now, I'll let you guys go with a warning, but the next time either of you causes trouble, you'll lose points and get detention. It is understood?".

"Understood", Potter said.

"Whatever", Ophelia muttered.

"Good". The boy addressed everyone in the common room. "Now everyone has to go to the Great Hall, breakfast is almost over. Go on".

"Desy, Oberon, let's go. Leave Potter with his Mudblood friend. "

"Last warning, Ophelia".

The girl and her henchmen left without saying a word. And as soon as the tumult had formed, it dispersed, the common room gradually becoming empty. As soon as there weren't that many people, Potter turned to Elsa.

"Are you okay?"

Elsa nodded. "Thank you".

"You do not have to thank me. But try not to pay much attention to Ophelia or her henchmen. They believe they are better just because they are one of the few families that can boast a stupidity like being Pure Blood".

"I'll keep it in mind".

"My name is Albus, by the way."

"Elsa".

"I know. All Hogwarts knows you. Disadvantage of being the daughter of the headmistress".

Elsa laughed. "I suppose. Just like the children of Harry Potter".

Albus laughed. "I guess you're right. I have to go, see you later".

They waved their goodbyes and Elsa followed Albus with her gaze, saw him meet a blond boy, Scorpius Malfoy, and watched as they both left the common room. Elsa put her backpack back on and reached into her tunic pocket to make sure she had her wand. Yes, it was there, but she also felt something slimy all over her fingers. When she took out her hand she realized that it was a mint bonbon mingled with its chocolate filling. Elsa sighed and left the Slytherin common room, heading for the girls' bathroom.

As she washed the chocolate off her hands and tunic, she couldn't stop thinking about Ophelia, precisely one of the things she said to her. Why had Minerva never told her about her family?

Merida was devouring a plate of fried eggs, sausages, and stuffed muffins when Astrid and Emily sat across from her at the Gryffindor table. Both girls had grim faces, parts of their robes were charred, and they gave off smoke. Emily's tie was nothing more than a stump tied around her neck and Astrid was missing a sleeve from her robe. "What happened to both of you?" Merida had a muffin in her mouth. Emily was on the verge of tears and Astrid looked like she wanted to hit someone.

"Basic Dragon Training", Astrid said through her teeth.

Merida swallowed the muffin and took a sip from her glass of milk. "Was it that bad?"

"Let's say they played a prank on us", Emily whimpered. "A disagreeable one".

Merida laughed. "I would have liked to see that".

"I bet so", Astrid replied, as she filled her plate with food. Merida watched as half a dozen sausages, scrambled eggs, and several slices of toast were served. She has a good stomach for being so thin. It must be something from the Berkians. Emily, on the other hand, was so defeated by life that she barely took a bite out of a toast with jam.

Merida finished her breakfast and stretched out, yawning. "You know? After seeing you like this, I was glad that my mother didn't let me bring a dragon. Also, I love sleeping, so I appreciate that extra two hours of rest".

Astrid looked at her as if she had already decided who to hit. "I bet so."

Merida laughed. "Just saying".

Merida glanced at the Great Hall, at the Ravenclaw table she saw Hiccup eating placidly, wearing very strange clothes. In front of him was Jack, it was strange to see him there since he was from Slytherin. I owe him a lot of money. At one moment Professor Hummings approached Jack and had a conversation with the boy. Merida couldn't hear anything.

"What is today's first class? Potions? With Professor Hummings? "

Both blonde girls made affirming sounds.

"What were you telling us about her yesterday, Emily? before I fell asleep".

Emily swallowed the piece of bread in her mouth. "Olivia says that she is one of the most demanding teachers at Hogwarts, especially with the students at her house."

"One more reason to feel comfortable being a Gryffindor".

"Olivia also says that she has an exclusive club that only the best Hogwarts students can join".

"Does your sister belong to the club?"

"Yes, just because the Holyhead Harpies are considering her to be their Chaser as soon as she leaves Hogwarts. As I had already told you".

"Yes, I fell asleep, remember that. Anyway, what they do at that club?"

"I have no idea; she has never told me."

Merida snorted and rolled her eyes. She put her elbows on the table with her face between her fists and stared at the last stuffed muffin left on her plate. Her stomach was full but that muffin looked especially delicious. She couldn't decide whether to eat it or not when the bell rang throughout Hogwarts, announcing the start of the first class, and the food disappeared from the tables. The Great Hall was empty in a matter of minutes. Merida, Astrid, and Emily headed through the corridors of the castle to the potions room.

Halfway through, Merida felt pressure on her bladder and separated from her friends. "I'll catch you later, I have to take care of something".

"Sure", Astrid said.

"Don't be late", Emily reminded her.

"Yeah, whatever". Merida rushed to the bathroom.

Too much pumpkin juice, she thought as she washed her hands in the second-floor girls' bathroom. Before leaving she thought she heard someone cry. "What are you doing here?" Merida felt a chill run down her spine. She was sure she was the only one in the bathroom, but she wasn't going to stay to check it a second time. She hurried to run away that she didn't notice when she made a wrong turn.

When she realized she was in a part of the castle that she hadn't been in, like most of the castle, but this part was especially strange. There were hardly any candles blurring the darkness of the hall, there was not a single painting of some historical wizard hanging on the walls, and there was not a single door or window, save for a wooden door far ahead. A dim light and voices were coming from inside the room, murmurs that grew louder as Merida approached the door.

"…and finally they were sorted", she heard a voice say, it was a deep and aggressive voice. "Which one is mine?"

"The red-haired girl who does not know what a comb is", replied a female voice, it was sweet and quick. "DunBroch, I think it's her name. Mine is the skinny little boy".

They are talking about me? Merida felt a chill run down her spine.

"Great, when will their training start, Lumen?" the deep voice asked again.

"Not yet", said another male voice. "They are still too young to find out about all this. We were told when we were in our sixth year". As soon as Merida reached the door and looked into the room, she saw that the voice belonged to a man with black hair. He was wearing a white robe with emerald green accents. He was sitting behind a large desk.

"But now it is different". The aggressive voice belonged to a silver-haired man. He was wearing the same tunic as Lumen, but with crimson red accents. "Now Black is looking for them, we have to prepare them for what is coming".

"Not yet!" Lumen replied and put his right hand to his abdomen, he looked hurt. "

Being a Guardian is not a responsibility that we can put on the shoulders of these children. Not yet".

I think he's the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher.

"Did Manny tell you that, Lumen?" It was the sweet voice again, Merida had to look up to see who it belonged to. A beautiful witch was sitting on top of one of the bookcases in the room, her hair was green with streaks of yellow and pink. Beside her was a short, plump man with blond hair. Both of them, like Lumen and the man with the aggressive voice, wore white robes. She with details in blue, and the little man with details in yellow. He seemed too serious.

"But of course Manny told him that," the aggressive-voiced man seemed desperate. "Lumen was always Manny's favorite".

"Aw, are you still jealous, Aster?" the woman said. "Remember, it's not Lumen's fault that Manny chose him as our leader."

"Me? Jealous of this pale ass? No, Thiana; Lumen can keep all of his leadership responsibilities. Better for me".

"Gentlemen, please", that was the voice of Minerva McGonagall, "we have more important matters to discuss".

Aster snorted and dropped into a chair at the other side of the room. "Where is North, Headmistress?" The man's tone of voice was friendlier than before.

"Too busy in Durmstrang, I'm afraid", McGonagall replied, "I don't think we'll see him in a long time, so we'll have to take care of all this without him."

"Whatever", Aster muttered under his breath. "What were you going to tell us about the girl, Lumen?"

Lumen straightened up in his seat, without removing his hand from his side. "The fact that Elsa was sorted into Slytherin is no coincidence, Minerva. Manny already warned us about this. We need to take care of her and…" At that moment the short man cleared his throat.

"What is it, Sandy?" Thiana asked.

The little man said nothing, just pointed at the door of the room, straight at Merida. They all turned to see her. Merida was startled and was about to run, but her legs did not answer.

"Miss DunBroch, what are you doing here?" McGonagall said as she opened the door. "You should be in class, missy".

"Yeah… I… this… I was… erm", Merdia stammered. Her mother's words echoed in her head. Don't get in trouble. "I just… I… emmm".

"What is it, girl? The mouse ate your tongue". When hearing Aster's voice Merida couldn't help but bite her tongue and keep quiet. "Did you hear anything we said in here?"

"Don't be so aggressive with her, Aster. She's scared.". Thiana had gotten off the bookcase and walked over to Merida. "I'll take care of this, Headmistress". Thiana crouched to Merida's height. "Are you okay? What are you doing here?" The woman's voice made Merida felt comfortable, she smelled of mints and toothpaste.

"Yes, um", Merida tried to reply. "I was on my way to class, but I got lost and... I'm sorry."

"Don't worry", the woman reassured her. "I also got lost several times when I was a Hogwarts student". The woman smiled at her and Merida did the same without realizing it. "Tell me, what is the class you have to go to?"

Merida cleared her throat. "Potions, with Professor Hummings", she said.

Thiana looked puzzled. "Oh, I see," she said. "In that case, you have to go in that direction until you find a spiral staircase, climb them and continue straight until you find Flee's classroom, you will realize which one it is without a problem. Go on, darling".

Merida gave a glance to everyone present. "Thank you", she said and turned to Minerva. "And I'm sorry". As soon as she had said that she left as fast as she could. Following the woman's directions, she reached the potions classroom in a matter of a couple of minutes. The class had already started. She made her way to sit next to Astrid and Emily.

"Miss DunBroch, you're late", Professor Hummings scolded her. Merida thought that Professor Hummings had a certain resemblance to Thiana.

"Yes, I'm sorry," Merida said. "It will not happen again".

"I hope not. Ten points from Gryffindor".

Merida was about to reproach but said nothing. She took out her book and tried to pay attention to the class. She was unable to concentrate for the next two hours. The only thing she could think of was the strange things she heard from the people who were there with Headmistress McGonagall. Actually, she didn't remember half of what they had said, but she did remember that they had mentioned her name. Soon, those thoughts left her and were replaced by hunger, she hoped that lunchtime would come soon.

Jack entered the Great Hall with his empty stomach roaring at him, but despite that, he didn't feel like eating. Not after seeing Elsa being treated like that and not daring to do anything to help her, he wished he had acted like the Potter boy, but something made him freeze at the back of the Common Room, and when it was all over he was one of the first in leaving. He felt bad about himself. He was angry to learn that there were still wizards and witches obsessed with blood status.

He glanced at the Slytherin table and saw Desdemona and her sister sitting there, having lunch casually as if they hadn't just behaved like Death Eaters. Jack didn't want to sit there. At the Ravenclaw table, he saw Hiccup and decided to approach him.

"What's up, Hiccup?" Jack greeted, sitting across from his skinny friend. The occasional Ravenclaw student gave him strange looks. Jack didn't care. "What are you wearing?"

Hiccup, who was very entertained stuffing his mouth with fried eggs and sausages, almost choked while greeting him. "Good morning, Jack. It's my special uniform".

"That's weird".

"What are you doing sitting here? Your table is on the other side".

"I don't really want to sit there".

"Be my guest, then".

While Jack and Hiccup were filling their stomachs the owls with the mail arrived. Neither Jack nor Hiccup received mail, Jack understood. With their parents' busy jobs, it was normal that they did not have time to write to them. Jack felt that if he was lucky, he would receive two or three letters throughout the school year.

"What are you doing off your table, Mr. Frost?"

Jack raised his head to see who the voice belonged to. "Oh hello, Professor Hummings", he said. "I... did not know that there was a rule to only sit at the table in our house".

That took Professor Hummings by surprise. "Well, actually, there isn't, but it's the ideal. So that you can take along with the members of your house".

"The truth is, I don't feel like I can take along with them, at least not with all of them".

"You should try, Jack. After all, you will see them every day for the next seven years." Jack made a face. "You can stay here, but make sure you don't neglect your own house. Slytherin is no longer the way it was years ago. There are many good people there".

Professor Hummings left after that, not before reminding them that the first class of the day would be with her, so it would be best not to be late. "And change those clothes, Mr. Haddock".

After she was gone Hiccup said. "You know, I guess she's right."

"That you should change your clothes? I think so".

"No, not that… well, yes. But also the other thing, about Slytherins not being like before. I mean, Harry Potter's son is there".

"Yes, maybe she is right."

"Well, I'm going to change, I don't want Professor Hummings to give me a punishment on the first day. See you in class?"

"Sure, see you".

Jack sat alone at the Ravenclaw table, thinking. Professor Hummings and Hiccup were probably correct. Jack turned it over in his head until the bell rang throughout Hogwarts and Jack made his way to the potions room. Halfway through he met Hiccup, who was accompanied by a plump boy with blond hair. He joined them and they sat together during potions class.

As soon as Professor Hummings walked in, closing the door behind her, the class began. "Welcome to the first of your classes as Hogwarts students, I am Professor Flee Hummings, head of Ravenclaw and, as you have already noticed, Potions teacher." Her voice was solemn, nothing compared to a few minutes ago when she spoke to Jack. "What is a potion? What are they for?"

"Well, potions have an almost limitless variety of uses. Anything you can imagine, tell me and I swear there is a potion that is capable of doing it. Change your appearance? There is. Heal wounds? There is a potion for it. Being lucky in something? There is also a potion. Potions are even capable of saving or ending a life".

A Ravenclaw girl raised her hand, her brown hair looked like a birds nest. "Yes, Miss Stirling?"

"Can potions revive someone?"

Professor Hummings was surprised to hear the girl's question. "Yes," she said. "There is a potion for it". Suddenly Jack felt as if Professor Hummings was remembering something. Something that hurt her. The teacher sighed and gave her students a quick look. "But not in the way they are imagining". Her tone of voice had changed, Jack could feel melancholy wash over professor Hummings. "We can revive that person's body, but we can't revive its soul. In case a wizard or witch tries to do it, they will get an empty shell without emotions. Obviously, it requires a lot more than a simple potion, but it is not something I want to teach you so soon. Did that answer your question, Miss Stirling?"

The disheveled girl nodded slowly. "Yes, professor, thank you".

"Perfect". Professor Hummings smiled. "Now, let's continue with the lesson".

At that moment the door opened and Merida entered the classroom. After a warning and ten points from Gryffindor, Professor Hummings taught them about the different types of materials that could be used to make a potion, the quantities, preparation materials, and other things like that. Jack made a special effort to understand everything she explained to them, taking notes, and asking Hiccup when he had little questions. And so the two hours of the class went by.

The rest of the day passed normally. And in the same way all week. They had Herbology with Professor Longbottom, Transformations with a very old wizard whose name Jack did not remember, Charms, flying lessons, which Jack didn't feel was necessary since he was very good at flying his broom since he was a little boy. And for some strange reason, Professor Hummings taught them the DADA class for the first two weeks since Professor Tenebrae was absent.

And finally, after two weeks, the moment Jack had been waiting for arrived: the Quidditch tryouts.

A/N: I'm feeling like making a section where I can answer some of your questions. If you ever had some LOL.

Anyway, our first question is from Frost (I love how you review every one of the chapters BTW), and it goes like this: I have a question though the sorting hat pointed out four of them? So Elsa is not in big four ?

A: Well, Yes and No. Elsa is a very important piece of this story, but she is not a Guardian. I can´t say more without spoiling you, haha, so you'll have to wait and keep reading.

And that's the only questions far LOL.

See ya everybody. Love you!