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 Harry tossed his quill to the desk and let out a frustrated sigh. He was quite sure this wasn’t what his younger self had expected when he’d agreed to join the corp. No, paperwork had never been his forte. That was more Hermione’s area. Speaking of, he wondered if she’d be leaving the lab today or if he was on his own for lunch. He would normally Floo over to have lunch with Ron, but Hermione had mentioned Hugo wasn’t feeling well, so Harry knew his other friend would be preoccupied with the toddler. He was almost grateful when there was a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he cried, hoping he didn’t sound too desperate. And failing miserably by the look on Stacy’s face as she peeked her head in.

“Headmaster Snape has requested an audience, if you aren’t busy,” his secretary said in a tone that indicated she knew he should be busy but clearly wasn’t.

Harry furrowed his brows. What was Snape doing here? They’d barely interacted since the end of the trials, nor had he heard of any problems from parents with the return home of the students only a few days prior that would cause the headmaster to report to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Harry didn’t have any children attending the school either, unless one counted Teddy who would be starting his seventh year in September. But if it were about Teddy, shouldn’t Snape be talking to Andy? She was, after all, the boy’s legal guardian. Well, technically, Teddy was a legal adult now, but as far as school was concerned it should be Andy Snape was talking to.

Harry gave the witch a nod, and she disappeared back behind the door as Harry closed up the file he had ostensibly been working on. The door opened once more, this time wider in order to allow Stacy to show Snape in. Harry stood behind his desk, straightening his robes as he took in Snape’s distinguished form. Headmastership was good for the man. He had flourished in the role after his release from St. Mungos and subsequent pardon from the Wizengamot. The wizarding world learned quick enough that Snape put the welfare of the school and students above everything else, finally earning him the respect he had sought for so long.
Harry took in the sleek robes that hugged the slender form, the not-so-pale skin that had gained color now that the man didn’t spend his life in the dungeon, and the dark hair that he wore pulled back with a touch of salt-and-pepper grey at the temples. He moved towards Harry’s desk with firm steps and stopped between the desk and visitor’s chair. He held a hand out.

“Auror Potter.”

Harry gave the hand a firm shake. “Headmaster Snape. Please, have a seat,” he offered as their hands separated. “Tea?” he asked as they settled across from each other. Snape shook his head so Harry turned his attention to Stacy. “Thank you, Stacy. That will be all for now.”

She nodded and closed the door on her way out. Harry turned his full attention to Snape. “What can I do for you, Headmaster?”

“I was hoping for a few minutes of your time. I meant to owl about an appointment but with the rush of end of year it slipped my mind. I apologize.”

Harry waved the man off. “It’s fine. With the summer holidays just beginning, most of the department heads are on vacation so I have plenty of free time right now. So, what brings you to the DMLE?”

Snape took a deep breath before he spoke. “I believe I have need of an Unspeakable, and I was informed I would have to go through the head of the department for that.”

Harry had, of course, expected Snape to be here on business, but for an Unspeakable? “That is an unusual request. May I inquire why?”

“There is an issue with the wards at Hogwarts,” Snape said firmly, and Harry shot to full attention.

He snapped up a quill and notepad. “What sort of issue? When did you begin to notice it? What have you done to monitor or attempt to fix the problem?”

“We knew there was an issue just after the war,” Snape began, causing Harry to glance up at him in surprise before looking back at his notes to write as Snape spoke. “It was nothing we hadn’t seen before when integrating new wards with older ones. There had, for example, been the same issue with Grimmauld Place when Black allowed Albus to place his own wards on the house. Typically, the newer wards will eventually integrate with the older ones and things will settle down. Still, we monitored them frequently rather than trust them to integrate on their own. Filius and I would walk the grounds each year to check them." Harry nodded as he scribbled down everything Snape was saying, making sure he got the pertinent facts. "There was concern that the wards were not integrating, but it was decided it had to do with the age of the original wards and the fact that new wards hadn’t been added in over a hundred years. So, we waited and watched. During our annual check last year we noticed something different." Harry glanced up at Snape's words, not surprised to see a frown on the man's face. "Not only were the new wards still not integrated but the original wards seem to have some sort of… infection. It was nothing dangerous,” he added quickly when Harry once again looked up at him in concern. “Or we believed. Still, we brought in curse breakers and ward specialists to look them over. None could tell us the problem, though the last ward specialist we had said the Unspeakables might have a better chance in locating the problem. I attempted to contact the head of that department myself, but…” Harry nodded as Snape motioned his hand towards Harry. The Department of Mysteries might not be under his jurisdiction, but he was the one that screened requests for them to make sure the petitioner had a valid reason to seek them out.

“Right," Harry replied, glancing over his chicken scratching to make sure he hadn't missed anything. "Do you have records from the curse breakers and warders?”

Snape reached into his outer robe pocket and produced a file. He handed it over to Harry, and Harry immediately made two copies of the pages in the file before handing it back. A flick of his wand and two files appeared with “Hogwarts Wards” scrolled across the tab. He copied his own notes, albeit with more legibility and less of the scratching, and added it to one of the files before stashing the other in his desk drawer. He grabbed up the file as he stood, Snape following him to his feet. “Please, come with me.”

He led Snape out of his office and to the lifts. They rode it down to the ninth floor and stepped out into the eerie black-walled hall. Their steps echoed down the hall as they moved towards the black door. Harry grabbed at the cold handle, pausing long enough for the door to read his magic before he pushed it open and stepped across the circular room to the door he needed and knew well. A firm knock and he pushed the door open to reveal a desk covered in books and filing cabinets shimmering with privacy wards. The head bent over a parchment snapped up, brown eyes shining with happiness at seeing him. Her brows furrowed in confusion upon seeing the severe look on his face.

“Harry,” she said softly, rising to her feet.

“Unspeakable Granger,” immediately her demeanor changed upon hearing his business-like tone. He stepped into the office, Snape right behind him. Hermione’s eyes darted to their former potions professor and back to Harry. Harry held out the file. “I believe Headmaster Snape has need of one of your teams. Here is a copy of the file.”

She took the file with a nod. “Thank you, Auror Potter.” Harry moved back, allowing Snape to move further into the room. “Headmaster,” Hermione greeted him. “Please. Have a seat.”

They both sat as Harry slipped from the office. He hoped Hermione could figure it out. Hogwarts meant too much to their community for anything to happen to it.

Harry glanced up at the knock on his door and smiled when Stacy stuck her head in.

“It’s time for your meeting with Unspeakable Granger.” Harry glanced over at his clocks on the wall, noting the time then the hand that hovered at the edge of the spot marked “Hermione.”

“Damn,” he mumbled. “Thanks.” He reached into his file drawer and pulled out the file for Hogwarts. He noticed it was considerably thicker than two months ago when he’d stuck it in the drawer. He pressed it against his chest to keep the papers from falling out and moved from behind his desk.

“Conference room 10,” Stacy told him as he passed her on the way out of his office. He didn’t question her but wondered why they were using one of the larger conference rooms. It was, actually, the room typically used for Trainee introduction due to its size.

Harry used the lift to make his way to the first floor and was surprised to see Kingsley when he stepped out. The current minister smiled at him in greeting.

“Harry, I assume you are going to the meeting as well.”

“The one about Hogwarts? Yes. I didn’t realize you were attending,” he replied as they passed a trio of gawking recruits.

Kingsley gave a shrug. “I received a missive stating it was imperative I attend.”

Harry’s senses went on alert at this. Perhaps he should have taken time to look through the file sometime over the last two months. But Hermione knew him. If anything major had come up she would have come straight to him rather than relying on him reading the file. The door to conference room 10 was open so they stepped inside. The question about using this particular room was answered when Harry noticed all the people present. It looked as if the entire Hogwarts staff was here along with several others Harry didn’t recognize right away. He spotted Malfoy’s blond hair and wondered what he was doing here. He knew Malfoy had a son around Rosie’s age but surely they weren’t inviting all the parents of Hogwarts students. Then Harry remembered the Malfoy’s had always been involved with the school board and the identity of several others made themselves known to Harry. Of course it would make sense that the school board would be involved. Just as Harry spotted a waving Hagrid, Hermione moved to the front of the room to stand behind the podium placed there. Harry took the nearest seat and ended up between Kingsley and Madam Pomfrey. Hermione gave a small twitch of her wand and the door behind them slid closed as the room fell silent.

Hermione took a sip of water from the glass in front of her before looking out over the small crowd. “Thank you all for coming on such short notice. Allow me to preface this meeting by saying that we see no reason the school should not continue to operate in its usual manner with classes beginning on the first.” It seemed as if the entire room let out a sigh, and Harry couldn’t even begin to imagine the chaos should they have to make other arrangements. “In fact,” Hermione continued, “we believe it absolutely should continue. It is our belief that the students are the ones currently keeping the wards from crumbling. The constant recycling of magic and especially the House pride.” There was a soft murmur and she held up her hands. “Allow me to explain. According to our research the wards are not directly the problem. They are a result of the problem.”

“So what is the problem?” One of the board members asked.

“Unspeakable Gordon will explain as he has been heading this project since it was brought to us.” She indicated a squat man with a curling grey beard in dark grey robes that matched her own. She stepped from the podium as he moved behind it. He took a second to straighten up a pile of papers before addressing them with dull grey eyes.

“The lack of Founders’ heirs,” he said bluntly. Another murmur swept around the room. “With the death of Voldmort over ten years ago," Harry was surprised that only a very few winced at the use of the former dark lord's name, "the last claimed descendant of the Founders passed. During our research, we discovered that the wards are tied to the familial lineage of the Founders.”

“Then the school wards will eventually fail,” a witch gasped out.

“Not necessarily,” Hermione cut in before the rest of the room could erupt into panic, which Harry could tell they were very close to doing. As the room quieted she indicated the other wizard once more and he continued.

“We also found evidence that the Founders did a ritual that would ensure their lines would continue as long as Hogwarts thrived. Essentially, Hogwarts needs the Founders’ lines as much as the Founders’ lines need Hogwarts.”

“That’s impossible,” an ancient-looking wizard said. “The Hufflepuff line died out with the death of Hepzibah Smith over fifty years ago.”

“Not necessarily,” Unspeakable Gordon said with a wave of his finger that reminded Harry of a chastising parent. “Hepzibah Smith was from a line that claimed the Hufflepuff lineage. There are others out there that can trace their lineage to the same founder. Others as well.”

“What has this got to do with fixing Hogwarts?” Snape demanded from beside the podium where he had claimed the first seat, McGonagall beside him.

“Right,” Gordon said, glancing back at his papers, though Harry didn’t doubt the man knew every page by heart. “Essentially it comes to this: We must find someone from each line to claim the title of descendant in order for the castle to mend the wards.”

“You’re talking about family magic,” Malfoy said, leaning forward as all eyes turned to him. He tapped a finger on the table as if to make a point. “Like the older estates that fall into ruin without an heir to claim them. Once a new heir is named, and swears to claim the home, new magic is breathed into the wards and the estate comes alive again.”

“Yes!” Gordon said excitedly. “Family magic. As Unspeakable Granger mentioned, having the children at the castle nine months out of the year allows it to thrive, but without familial claims the wards will eventually fail.”

“So what now?” McGonagall asked, her lips thin with worry.

Gordon stepped aside and Hermione once again moved forward. “We believe we have another five years before the wards begin to fade in any significant way. In that time we will trace the Founders’ lineages starting with the most direct line. Our goal is to find someone willing to lay claim to each of the Founders’ family magic. There are, however, stipulations that some might not be willing to agree to or might not meet.”

“Such as?” one witch asked.

“Whoever would turn down the chance to claim such prestige?” another wizard asked dubiously, causing several to murmur in assent.

“We must be careful to whom we offer this choice,” Hermione said over the crowd, causing them to quiet down. “We would need someone young enough to bear children to ensure the lines continue," she began to tick off. "Someone willing to not just claim the lineage but the name as well. There is power in the name. For example, we could not ask Mr. Malfoy to take on a line. His own heritage is too important to dissolve.” Harry glanced over to see Malfoy preening at the statement. “However, someone of a lesser lineage might be willing to change their name or at least give the Family Name to their first born. There is also the chance that a direct descendant might be of a squib line.”

“A muggle, you mean,” a wizard said scandalized.

“Yes,” Hermione said firmly. “They would have to be brought into our world and be willing to marry a witch or wizard.”

“But there’s no guarantee their children would be Wiccan,” one of the professors Harry didn’t recognize said.

“There is a better chance of them producing a magical child once they have claimed the family name,” Professor Sinistra said in a tone that said she clearly thought little of this particular colleague.

The other woman narrowed her eyes but before she could say anything Hermione cut in. “This is true. Even more if they were to have a Wiccan ceremony in the castle and consummate the marriage there. As I mentioned, the Founders performed a ritual to ensure their continued lineage. It will be the castle’s main priority.”

“You’re talking about having a new generation of Gryffindors, Slytherins, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws within the next five years,” Professor Sprout said in shock.

“Yes," Hermione replied bluntly.

Unspeakable Gordon stood up once again. “Ideally, if the weddings, consummation, and birthing of the children could occur in the castle it would imbue her with enough magic for another thousand years.”

“But first we must find these families,” Hermione put in.

“You mentioned lineage research,” Kingsley finally spoke up. “What is being done about that?”

“Yes, sir. I currently have a team of four working on each of the Founders’ family trees. I do not have the resources to move around any more than three or four other Unspeakables for this project, at this time. As some are freed up they will be moved to this project.” Harry pulled his wand and with a small wave a file appeared before him. He flipped it open as he raised his wand. “Auror Potter,” Hermione ceded the floor to him.

“I have two Hit wizards currently on desk duty and an Auror about to go on maternity leave. They will be at your office at eight in the morning.” He closed the file and looked up at her. She gave a small nod.

“Thank you. Any other assistance will be appreciated. As well as any family records some of the older families have that might help,” She said, looking around the table and making eye contact with some of those that Harry knew were more likely to have such records.

“I will look through our family records this weekend and send you whatever I find,” Malfoy said and several others agreed as well, only a few needing the piercing look from Hermione.

“You will send one of your people to the school next week, Unspeakable Granger,” Snape told her, “and I will give them access to our records as well.”

“Thank you, Headmaster.” And so it went; people volunteering family records and even offering to come in and help sort through the records when they had the time. Harry hoped it wouldn’t take them long to start finding the next generation of Founders.

With Teddy heading off to his final year at Hogwarts and the end of the fiscal year Harry didn’t have much time to think about Hogwarts and the search for the Founders’ families. At least not until the middle of October when he received a missive from Hermione asking him to come see her. Harry was done for the day anyway, so he sent Stacy home and headed down to the ninth floor. He was surprised to see Snape sitting in the chair across from Hermione.

“Oh. I didn’t realize you were in a meeting. I apologize. I should have sent a pla-” Hermione waved him off.

“No, this is about the Founders. I asked the headmaster to join us.” Harry gave a nod and moved to sit in the seat beside Snape, noticing his muggle trousers stretched tight over his long legs where the headmaster had one ankle resting on the opposite knee.

“Good news, I hope,” Harry said with a teasing smile. He didn’t miss the look that passed between Hermione and Snape. “What?”

“We, er, found the most direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor,” Hermione said almost sheepishly.

Relief filled Harry. “Excellent. Have you already contacted them? I suppose we’ll need to decide how to handle this. Do we wish to send a statement to the press or keep this under wraps for now? Although, going to the press could cause quite a few more problems than we need right now. At least before we’ve found the others. I-”

“Harry!” Harry snapped his mouth closed at Hermione’s shout. She continued in a much calmer tone. “Harry, it’s you.”

Harry gaped at his best friend. “What? No. Impossible,” he insisted.

“I assure you, it is not,” Snape said beside him, and Harry glanced at the man then back to Hermione who gave him a sheepish look. Harry shook his head.

“No. No, my father never would have kept something like that to himself. He’d have been shouting from the turrets-”

“It’s not your father, Harry,” Hermione cut him off again. And again he gaped at her. She let out a sigh. “There has always been a belief that muggleborns come from squib lines," Harry nodded, having heard her own theories on the concept. "Your mother was a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor’s oldest son.”

Harry could hardly process it. He was a direct descendant of Gryffindor himself? He was one of the few options available to help save Hogwarts? He would be expected to continue the Gryffindor line? One thought filled his mind and the words were out before he could check them. “Hermione, I’m gay.” Snape’s jerk of surprise beside him reminded Harry that he wasn’t officially publicly out in the wizarding world. So far the few relationships he’d had had been muggles for the simple reason he knew he wasn’t ready to settle down, and he didn’t need witches chasing him down to “fix” him or wizards attempting to be the “first” to bed the Savior.

“That’s the reason you asked?” Snape said to Hermione, causing Harry to wonder what he was talking about. Hermione gave a shrug.

“Not that I expected Harry specifically to turn out to be an heir, but I knew the possibility of coming across a homosexual descendant was out there, so I wanted to be prepared.”

“Asked what?” Harry demanded, earning a reproachful look from Hermione. He brushed it off, used to them after all these years.

“Headmaster Snape has agreed to brew the surrogacy potion for an heir and their partner if the heir is homosexual.”

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he leaned his head back to rest on the chair. “I’d have to come out.”

“It was going to happen eventually,” Hermione said softly.

“I’ve never dated a wizard,” Harry added. “I didn’t think I’d ever settle down. Marriage and… kids. Hell, I thought kids were out of the picture for me," he scoffed.

“Harry, you don’t have to accept,” Hermione offered. Harry snapped his eyes open and looked at her.

“Of course I’m going to accept. Hogwarts was the first home I knew. I won’t let her down now.” He gave a wave of his hand. “Put your resources to the other lines, Hermione.” He let out a sigh. “Who knew my saving people thing extended to ancient castles?”

Hermione gave a soft chuckle. “Thank you, Harry. I know you’ve worked hard to stay out of the public eye and this will drag you back into it. I’m sorry.”

He waved his hand. “As I said before, I think we’ll keep that part out of the press for now. I’ll owl Neville tonight. Explain everything.”

“Longbottom,” Snape snapped, reminding Harry the man was still there. “What does he have to do with this?”

“Neville is pulling Harry out of the closet,” Hermione explained with a smug smile. “He’s openly bisexual and he promised years ago when Harry was ready to come out to the wizarding world he would help him.”

“I trust him,” Harry said firmly. “We’ve kissed before, so it won’t seem awkward to do it in public.”

“I’ve no need to hear about your sexual exploits, Potter,” Snape snapped, and Harry made a face at his words.

“No. We’ve never had sex. I respect Neville too much for a one off.” Harry waved the conversation aside. “So, what do I need to do to claim the family line?”

“Publicly proclaim yourself as the Gryffindor heir inside the castle walls,” Snape said blandly, his dark eyes shrewdly studying Harry.

“I thought we were keeping it quiet for now?” Harry asked, panic filling him. He knew he would have to come out at some point, but he wasn't exactly prepared to do that right now. 

“’Public’ can mean as few as two people, Potter,” Snape informed him. “For now, it will be enough for you to declare yourself to me and Filius. It was decided that, as we are the ones that keep track of the wards, it would be best to be your ‘public’, along with the other heirs as they are found.”

“And I will be there,” Hermione put in. “As liaison to the ministry and overseer of the project. Three witnesses ought to be enough to re-activate the wards. Plus, I doubt this is something you would keep from Arthur and Molly or Andromeda.” Harry nodded in agreement. He could count on those people to keep his privacy. “As long as some people in the wizarding world recognize your claim it should be enough. If it’s not, well-“ She gave a sympathetic shrug.

“We will cross that bridge if we come to it,” Harry said firmly. He turned to Snape. “When would be a good time for us to come by?”

“Saturday is the first Hogsmeade weekend of the year. Most of the upper years will be in a sugar coma on Sunday. Come then.”

Harry bit back a chuckle and nodded.

Harry met up with Hermione at her house Sunday morning and had a late breakfast with her, Ron, and the kids. Once Ron was able to persuade Rosie to let Harry go, he took her and Hugo to the Burrow while Harry and Hermione headed to Hogwarts. They Flooed to Snape’s office where he was already waiting with Filius and, surprisingly, Minerva. His old Head of House greeted him with a warm hug and a pat on the shoulder.

“I know it was only supposed to be Severus and Filius, but I just wanted to say thank you for taking on this burden and I am so proud of you.”

Harry squeezed her back. “It is an honor,” he whispered before pulling back. “And, please. Stay. You are just as much a Gryffindor as I am, at heart anyway,” he added with a smile. She gave a nod and stepped back to greet Hermione while Harry moved to say his hellos to Filius and the Headmaster.

“Shall we proceed?” Snape asked once everyone had passed around pleasantries. Harry gave a nod and Snape motioned to a spot near him. “If you will stand here, Potter. It is directly under the apex of the headmaster’s tower.” Harry moved to stand where Snape indicated.

“So, I just state that I accept the position as the heir to Gryffindor?” Hermione gave a nod and Harry took a deep breath. “Well, how hard can that be?” he said with a chuckle. “I, Harry James Potter, accept the position of heir to the Gryffindor line with the promise to see to its continuation and betterment of Hogwarts castle with all it entails.” Hermione gave him an odd look at the phrasing, but Harry could only shrug. It was the wording that had entered his mind the moment he began to speak. He felt a rush of warmth gush down his body from head to toe that left him lightheaded. “Whoa!” He swayed slightly and felt a firm hand on his arm. The warmth turned into a tingle at his toes and slowly made its way up his body. He felt the sudden need to be touching his old Head of House. He reached out a hand. “Minerva.” She quickly moved forward and grasped his hand, her eyes going wide as the tingling reached Harry’s fingers.

“What the-” Snape jerked beside Harry but his hand remained on Harry's arm.

The tingling reached Harry’s head and it turned into a low buzz that permeated his entire senses. Small explosions went off behind his eyes and he felt himself slip from Snape’s and Minerva’s grasps. His knees hit the floor with a thud. It took him a moment to recover, and he shook his head as Hermione helped him into a chair. He noticed Filius was helping Minerva into a chair as well, and Snape had pulled himself into a chair.

“Okay,” Harry said, still a bit dazed. “That was odd.”

“What the hell did you do, Potter? I couldn’t move my hand from you,” Snape growled, but there was no real venom in his voice.

“I think,” Harry said carefully, “it was the castle. It recognized my claim, but it also recognizes you as the Headmaster and Minerva as the Head of Gryffindor.”

“So in future,” Hermione noted, moving to sit beside Filius on the couch, “we will need to make sure the heads of the houses are here.”

“I believe so,” Minerva agreed. “I can already feel a stronger connection to the castle. Severus?” She looked over at the Headmaster and the others followed her gaze.

“I do feel a sense of… awareness that wasn’t there before. I wonder if it will grow with each addition.”

“Most likely,” Hermione said. “Perhaps you and Professor Flitwick would like to check the wards now. See if there’s any imp-“

Hermione’s words were cut off by a flash of light in front of Harry. He jerked back and looked down in surprise when a heavy envelope landed in his lap. He looked from the envelope to Hermione and back. Carefully he picked it up and turned it over. He recognized the Gringotts seal immediately and looked back up at Hermione. “You didn’t mention there would be financial repercussions," he half-heartedly accused.

She gave a shrug. “When we asked Gringotts for their aide they said they had no records of vaults for any of the Founders’ lines.”

Harry furrowed his brow and opened the envelope. He pulled a letter out and unfolded it, a brass key falling from the folded vellum and into his lap. He left it there for now as he skimmed the letter.

Lord Gryffindor,

Enclosed you will find the key to vault 26 of Gringotts bank in Diagon Alley London. For a full accounting please see Goblin Artres of the Accounting Department. We appreciate your patronage.

Gringotts Bank of England
London, England

Harry lowered the missive. “Well, short and to the point. Just like a goblin. Apparently there is a vault.” He lifted the key from his lap and held it up. “I’ll need to look into it and get an accounting.” He turned to Snape. “Depending on what I find, I’ll most likely draft a portion of it to the scholarship fund.”

“On what contingencies?” he asked, rising to his feet.

“None,” Harry said as he too stood. “If Hogwarts invites them, the students should be allowed to attend.”

Snape gave a nod. “Filius and I will check those wards now. Did you wish to accompany us, Unspeakable Granger?”

“No,” Hermione said with a shake of her head. “We are expected at the Burrow. If there are any changes, please owl me, and I will send the team out here to note them in the file.”

“Very good.” They said their goodbyes and stepped into the Floo to head to the Burrow. Molly greeted them warmly and demanded to know how the claiming had gone all while pushing tea and biscuits at them.

He received a letter from the Ministry the following morning informing him that, as Lord Gryffindor, he held a seat on the Wizengamot as well as the school board. He finally made it to Gringotts a week later to find a vault filled with more Galleons than he had in both the Potter and the Black vaults. A review of the accounts- which had been held under the name “G. Hogwarts” hence the goblins having no record of it- showed he owned stock in a widely popular French vineyard that a Gryffindor ancestor had invested in decades ago as well as the rights to lands that were currently being occupied by a life-long lease that had been handed down for several generations. After a cursory glance at the accountings, Harry decided to continue allowing the account goblin to proceed as he had been. He didn’t need the funds or lands and he doubted any of his descendants would either any time soon. It still felt odd to think that he would one day be a father after he had accepted his homosexuality years ago and pushed that particular dream aside.

There were also heirlooms and written records in the vault. Harry vowed to donate some to the school in the name of the Gryffindor family once his lineage finally became known. In the meantime, he removed a few tomes for Hermione to look over as he knew she would enjoy it. They were looking through the tomes one evening after dinner while Ron put the children to bed when Hermione mentioned talking to Kingsley about creating a position for Hogwarts Historian in the research division or under the Department of Education. Harry agreed it might be a good idea if the other vaults had as many records as his had had.

Harry received an owl from Neville the first week of November congratulating him on his new role, inquiring about the search for the other heirs, and confirming that he would be down to visit his gran in a few weeks then again at Christmas. It was widely known that Neville was working at a botanical lab in Italy though he frequently returned to England to visit his gran and friends. So Harry had to warn the Weasleys, Andromeda, and Teddy that he was finally coming out. Teddy rolled his eyes with a smart remark before turning his attention back to his muggle phone Harry had bought him for his birthday. Harry smacked his godson over the head and went to help Andy in the kitchen.

They met Ron and Hermione at a popular restaurant in Diagon Alley. Ron and Hermione were there mainly for the emotional support, but also to show their acceptance of his sexuality as the story broke. The restaurant was chosen because they knew it would be busy, and it would only be a matter of time before Rita or someone from the press showed up to see the “war heroes.” They indulged in a leisurely dinner while they chatted and caught up. Harry enjoyed listening to Neville’s stories of his coworkers but this time he made sure to pay extra close attention as if he were enraptured by Neville’s tales. They made sure to sit as close as Ron and Hermione and spoke intimately several times, leaning into each other as Harry told him stories about Teddy. When dessert was served, Neville placed a hand on top of Harry’s on the table. It felt odd to be so openly affectionate around other wizards, especially as he noted several heads turn during the remainder of their meal.

Harry’s stomach knotted as they stood to go, and Neville grabbed his hand. “We don’t have to,” Neville said as they waited for Ron to help Hermione from her chair.

Harry smiled gratefully at his friend and took a steadying breath. “No. I want to. Hell, I’m almost thirty-five. I shouldn’t be afraid of what the public will say.”

Neville gave him a sympathetic smile. “You’ve had to deal with reporters and being a public spectacle since before you even knew of the Wizarding world. It makes sense that you would hesitate to reveal such a private part of yourself. Don’t worry, I’ll make it painless.” Harry chuckled and Neville leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Harry’s lips before he realized what the blond was about. Harry’s eyes went wide when Neville pulled back and he felt his cheeks burn.

“That’s it,” he said in realization, causing Neville to laugh. “I’m out.” Neville nodded, and Harry turned to Ron and Hermione with a smile. “I’m out.”

“Congrats, mate,” Ron said as he placed Hermione’s wrap over her shoulders. Harry turned back to Neville and placed another kiss on the man’s lips.
“Thank, Nev.”

“Anytime,” Neville replied with a chuckle, and they made their way out of the now-silent restaurant.

They met back at Ron and Hermione’s to relieve the babysitter and spent a few more hours catching up. It was well after midnight before Harry Flooed home.

The Morning’s headline was no surprise as it announced Harry’s homosexuality and proceeded to speculate on every male relationship in his life. The news stayed in the papers over the next month as they attempted to track Harry’s every move. One article even suggested that Harry had come out in order to finally settle down, which was actually partly true. Harry was surprised at the few Howlers he received; most of them berating Harry for turning his back on witches and not “giving them the chance to carry his children.” Unsurprisingly, there were many letters offering to “set Harry straight” and just as many offering marriage or the opportunity to introduce Harry to a son/grandson/nephew.

In December, Harry received his first summons as a member of the school board. Thankfully it was scheduled for the afternoon, so Harry was able to schedule any meetings for that morning and inform Stacy he was taking that afternoon off. After a quick bite at the atrium café, Harry headed to the conference rooms further into the building. Surprisingly, Snape was the only other person there when Harry arrived. The headmaster looked up as Harry moved around the conference table to find a seat.

“You will be required to sit here,” Snape said, indicating the chair to his right.

Harry eyed the chair in surprise before giving a mental shrug and moving towards the seat. “Any particular reason why? I didn’t realize there were seating arrangements in meetings like this.”

“Typically there isn’t. But according to Hogwarts bylaws, the heirs of the founders are permitted heads of table status.”

"And here I thought you just didn't want Malfoy sitting next to you." Snape somehow side-eyed Harry and still manage to raise an incredulous brow. Harry chuckled as he sat down beside the man. “I suppose that makes sense. How is the castle?” he inquired more seriously.

Snape gave him a surprised look as if he hadn’t expected Harry to care about Hogwarts since he’d claimed the Gryffindor title. Snape made a notation on the parchment he had in front of him before closing the file and pulling a different file out from under it.

“Minerva says she feels a difference in the tower and many of the portraits seem less restless.”

“Good,” Harry said with a nod. “Hopefully we will be able to find the others soon.”

“Yes,” Snape said, flipping the new file open. “And how is your other endeavor coming along?” Harry glanced over at the man to see a smirk pull at his lips. “As fruitful as you’d hoped?”

Harry narrowed his eyes at the man. “If you are asking if I have been bombarded with marriage proposals; the answer is yes. Perhaps you would like to take a few of them off my hands. Plenty of witches ready to prove I am not gay I could pass your way," Harry added, just to be contrary.

“And what would I do with a witch?” Snape asked as he marked in the new file.

Harry gaped at the man for a moment and was about to ask what he’d meant by that when the door opened and Malfoy and another elderly wizard walked in. Malfoy looked between Harry and Snape as he moved forward.

“Potter," Malfoy sniffed snobbishly. "I didn’t realize this meeting required the DMLE.”

“It doesn’t,” Snape interjected before Harry could say anything. “I will explain when the others arrive.”

Malfoy eyed Harry suspiciously as he lowered himself into a chair. Next to Snape, Harry noted and had to bite back a snort when the headmaster shot him a look. “Oh, bloody hell,” Malfoy sighed as the other wizard glanced over at him in concern. Malfoy let out a huff of air. “I don’t suppose I can hope for Hufflepuff?”

Harry chuckled. “Sorry to disappoint, Malfoy.”

“Of course,” Malfoy mumbled as he rolled his eyes and more people arrived and began to take seats. Harry recognized them from the conference back in the summer.

Once everyone was seated, Snape finally closed the file in front of him and looked over the others in the room. They all turned their attention to him. “Welcome to the quarterly meeting," he intoned in a voice that was just barely above resigned. "I appreciate your attendance and will try to make this quick and painless. To start off, in regards to the issue with the wards, allow me to inform you that Unspeakable Granger has located the first of the four heirs. Please welcome Harry Potter, Lord Gryffindor to the board.” There was a moment of stunned silence before a short round of applause. Harry gave a small nod and turned his attention back to Snape, indicating the man could continue. “He has officially claimed the title in the castle and been accepted. We also discovered that when the heir claims the title it is best they do so with the Headmaster and Head of that house within touching distance. Professor McGonagall reports a subtle change in the magic of Gryffindor tower and I myself have felt more in tune with the castle." There was a round of approving nods and murmurs. "A quick peek at the wards with Professor Flitwick showed a slight improvement to some of the strands of magic, so we remain hopeful that the Unspeakables’ conclusion was correct. It has also come to my attention that Lord Gryffindor discovered some records in the Gryffindor family vault that he is willing to allow the newly formed Society for Hogwarts Archival Records Preservation of the Research Division to have access to. Am I correct, Lord Gryffindor?”

Harry started at being addressed as such and met the glittering black eyes of the headmaster. Was the man teasing him with the use of the title? It almost seemed that way to Harry. “Er, yes, Headmaster. It is our hope that the other heirs will uncover equally valuable records and allow the department to translate and compile a more accurate history.” Harry saw several heads nod in agreement.

“Thank you, Lord Gryffindor. Now, on to other reports.” He flipped through the file he had been writing in when the others had joined them. “We had a small outbreak of Midas Touch among the Ravenclaw second years in early October, but a round of Pactolus potion quickly got the infection under control. So far there have been no major injuries, and no students have had to be moved to St. Mungos. None of the teachers report any major problems with the students, and the new Magical Theory professor seems to be settling in quite well.”

“Excellent,” one of the older wizards said. “And what of the new House Unity plans?”

Harry furrowed his brow in confusion and glanced at Snape. The man, for some reason, took pity on him. “At the last meeting, after our meeting with the Unspeakables, we sought ways to increase House pride since they mentioned that this was one of the things that helped Hogwarts to thrive.” Harry nodded, remembering Hermione saying as much. Or had it been the Gordon fellow? “Rather than rely on the end of year House Cup, we have initiated incentives to be awarded throughout the year. For instance, on Halloween, the House with the most points was awarded with special pumpkin pasties at the feast. Nothing outrageous, but House pride does seem to have increased. Though we do try to promote inter-house unity as well and downplay the rivalry that has been so prevalent in the past.”

“Interesting," Harry said thoughtfully. "I would love to hear more about this when you have some time.”

Snape gave a nod. “I can owl you over the upcoming holidays for a meeting time. The more the Heirs are involved in the school, I feel it would be better for the castle itself.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “It makes sense. Familial magic seems to thrive in a beloved home. No doubt it will be the same for the castle. I look forward to your owl, Headmaster. For now, I will let you get back to your report,” Harry added with a smile.

Snape gave a nod and turned back to the others. “As I was saying, the incentives are going over well. The Muggle Studies professor has suggested a movie night. Madame Hooch suggested a friendly game of Quidditch between the second place team and the professors. They all seem to be getting into the spirit. Professor Albright, the potions mistress,” Snape added for Harry’s benefit, “suggested having a bake-off of some sort among the seventh years to give them a chance to relax just before NEWTs. If we have your approval, we can transform the Great Hall for a weekend. She is working on the proposal over the holidays so I can provide you with the plan at our next meeting in March.”

Harry listened as Snape continued with other school business though his mind was on the new House pride incentives. It seemed like a fun way for the students to let off some steam and still earn points for their Houses that didn’t involve actual competition with the other Houses. He looked forward to talking more about it with Snape.

The Yule season arrived with ice, snow, and a myriad of decorations around Diagon Alley. Neville returned to visit his gran, and he and Harry made a few public appearances. Though they didn’t go out of their way to appear in a relationship as the goal had been to out Harry, not convince the wizarding world he was already in a relationship. Between Christmas and the students’ return, Harry joined Snape at Hogwarts precisely three times for tea. The first instance was, as they had discussed, a review of the House Unification Project. Harry was surprised at the amount of passion Snape showed when he talked about the school and its students, and not just for Slytherin House. Near the end of their tea, talk turned to other school-related topics which necessitated Harry’s return for a second tea. Sometime during the second tea, talk turned to more personal matters which led to the third tea. Harry was slightly disappointed when Snape mentioned they would have to postpone any more teas as he had to see to school matters with the return of the students. There was a slight warmth in Harry that Snape was willing to continue their meetings once things settled back down at the school.

January wore on. Harry was forced out to a wizarding gay bar by George and Lee where he met a nice wizard by the name of Adam. Adam was good looking with a smooth voice to match. He smiled a lot and didn’t hesitate to show affection in public, though he never crowded Harry. They dated for a month before Harry invited the man to his flat for a private dinner. After dinner, they moved to Harry’s couch with glasses of wine and talked until Adam took Harry’s glass from him and set them both on the coffee table. Harry accepted the man’s kisses eagerly and allowed him to press Harry against the couch. Harry wasn’t a virgin, but he also wasn’t the type to sleep with just anyone, though he’d never had sex with another wizard. Because of this, Harry automatically summoned a muggle condom and pressed it into Adam’s hand. Which, apparently, was the wrong thing to do. Adam looked at Harry in disgust as he tossed the condom to the floor and ranted about muggles and their disgusting habits.

Harry never had any illusions that the end of the war had changed everyone’s opinion about muggles or even muggleborns, but he often enjoyed trips to the muggle world to experience things he had missed growing up or just for a change of scenery. And he wasn’t about to change that for anyone.

“What an absolute prat,” Harry ranted a few days later as Snape silently sipped his tea and listened to Harry. “Bloody hell, I’m the fucking Savior of the Wizarding world. I bloody fought for muggles and muggleborns. Did he think I was just going to toss that all away for a half-arsed shag? My best friend is a muggleborn.”

“I thought you didn’t shag him,” Snape said casually, and Harry glanced up at him.

“I didn’t.," Harry shrugged casually. "I mean, it probably would have been a half-arsed shag. Hell, Neville kissed better than Adam, and Nev and I are just friends.”

“You know there is no reason to rush into a relationship,” Snape remarked, surprising Harry. “The castle has been doing much better since you claimed the title. You have time.”

Harry let out a sigh. “I know that. It just seems now that I’ve come out I should take advantage of what’s available. I’d be considered middle age if I were a muggle," Harry totally did not pout.

“You are not a muggle,” Snape pointed out. “In fact, you are still in the prime of your life. Hell, I’m still in the prime of life for a wizard. No one expects you to procreate for the sake of the castle anytime soon.”

Harry huffed as he snatched up a chocolate digestive before Snape ate them all. “They will. You know how much pressure there was for me to marry right after the war.” He had to have known. It was in all the papers. ‘What is next for the Chosen One?’ ‘Who will win the Boy Who Lived’s heart?’ And other such tripe. “It’ll be even worse when they find out I’m the Gryffindor Heir. They’ll be clamoring for me to see the line continue.”

“Don’t they already, in regards to the Black line?” Snape asked as he took a sip from his tea. Harry shook his head.

“No. I already made it clear that Teddy is my heir. He’s more a Black than I am. The paperwork has already been submitted and approved for him to take over when he turns twenty-one despite any children I have. It is Teddy’s birthright,” Harry declared as he snatched up the last chocolate digestive with a faux-glare from Snape.

“That is very commendable of you. And will you let the Potter name go?” he inquired as he flicked aside a lemon biscuit and settled on the last ginger snap.

Harry gave a shrug. “If my partner agrees to a second child, I might give them the Potter name. But ‘Potter’ has never been listed as a Sacred, and the name holds no seats on the Wizengamot. There is only the Potter vault and that can be bequeathed to anyone.” Harry took a sip of his tea and eyed Snape over the rim. “What of you? Have you ever thought of passing on the Snape or Prince name?”

Snape gave a small shrug, dunking the snap into his tea. “Being a spy was not conducive to pursuing a relationship, and since the war I have had the school to oversee.”

“But you said yourself you’re still in your prime," Harry reminded him. "And from what you have told me, the school runs brilliantly with all the changes you have implemented. Surely you have time to start a family, if you wished.”

“There are not many that would look past my fame and notoriety. Surely you understand that.” Harry nodded even as his eyes ran over the handsome headmaster. “Though, I admit if I were to out myself as you did, I would not lack offers.” Snape cast a teasing glance at Harry that caused him to blush.

“I could be your Neville,” Harry teased back.

Snape gave a snort. “What? Invite you to stay for dinner and allow you to kiss me in front of the Great Hall like some lovesick Hufflepuff.”

“Oi. Teddy’s a Hufflepuff.” A smirk pulled at Harry’s lips and Snape’s brows went up. “Although, I am a Gryffindor, in more ways than one. I could always take you up to the Astronomy tower and snog you until we were caught.” Snape gave a snort, but the mental image Harry’s own words caused stayed at the back of his mind.

One rainy afternoon in late March, Harry ran into a very pregnant Luna pulling a bedraggled man with sandy brown hair behind her.

“Harry!” She beamed brightly at him and threw her arms around him in a hug. Harry stumbled as he tightened his hold on her.

“Luna.” Harry hugged her back before turning to shake the man’s hand. “Rolf. What brings you two to England?” Harry poked teasingly at Luna’s large belly. “And what have you done to my Loony, Rolf?”

Luna chuckled at the tease and affectionate nickname. “We were in Greenland searching for the tri-horned Snorkack when I had a dream that a four-legged Plimpy shared a meal of water snails with me and told me I should return to Hogwarts to have my baby there. Which is quite ridiculous as everyone knows four-legged Plimpies only eat eel-wrapped Pufferfish. But Rolf thought I shouldn’t ignore its warning, so here we are.”

Regardless of what they ate, Harry was fairly certain he had never heard of a four-legged Plimpy, let alone one that could speak. But, this was Luna. Harry smiled at his friend and her husband. “Well, whatever the reason, I’m glad you’re back. When are you due?”

“Oh, not until June,” Luna said with a wave of her hand, and Harry eyed her huge stomach. He’d been through two pregnancies each with Hermione, Fleur, Angelina, and Percy’s wife, as well as one with Ginny and Oliver. Luna laughed at the look on his face. “Twins,” she supplied and Harry felt immensely better.

“Congratulations. Have you been to see Gin and Oliver yet? We should have a welcome back dinner. Invite everyone over. Well, Neville won’t be back in England until July.”

“We’d love to,” Luna cut in. “We’re staying with Daddy right now, so you can owl us there. Oh, also, congratulations on finally coming out. You and Neville looked so sweet.”

Harry gave her a nervous glance. “Er, Luna, you know Nev and I aren’t…”

She waved him off with a laugh. “Oh, I know. Neville isn’t really your type. You always preferred older men.” Harry blinked in surprise at Luna’s astuteness, though why it still surprised him after all these years he didn’t know. Harry had a sneaking suspicion, not for the first time, that Luna would never stop surprising him.

Which is why, really, he shouldn’t have been surprised when Hermione hunted him down a week later to ask if he knew where Luna was roaming about these days. She seemed infinitely relieved and asked Harry if he wanted to accompany her to tell Luna she was the Ravenclaw heir. Harry laughed and shook his head at Hermione’s questioning look. He only answered with a “you’ll see” as he cleared his desk for the day.

Xenophilus met them at the door and led them to the sitting room where Luna sat in a rocking chair knitting some sort of blanket or perhaps a large infant jumper. Once tea was passed around- Harry was careful to make sure it was actual tea rather than some random leaf concoction- Hermione briefly explained to the family how Xenophilus himself was a descendant from the youngest daughter of Rowena. (Apparently Helena had a younger sister.) Due to the stipulations set forth, the heirship was being offered to Luna rather than Xenophilus himself since he was past normal child-bearing years. The older wizard didn’t mind at all and beamed proudly at his daughter when she informed them that of course she would take on the role. Actually, her reply had been more along the lines of: “Oh. This must have been why the Plimpy’s plates were blue.” But Harry and Hermione took that as a yes.

Snape had been aware Hermione intended to approach Luna about the heirship but he had been unable to attend the meeting. Though he obviously had to be there when Luna claimed the family name, so there was a small crowd in the headmaster’s office the following Sunday. Lune stood beside her husband while Madame Pomfrey checked over her pregnancy. Harry stood between Snape and Hermione and Filius sat eagerly in one of the three chairs Snape had conjured. Madame Pomfrey stepped back.

“I see no reason why Mrs. Scamander should not be allowed to participate in the ceremony.”

“Very good,” Snape intoned with a nod. “Mrs. Scamander, if you will have a seat in this middle chair.” He indicated the chair that sat where Harry had stood during his own ceremony. Luna and Snape moved forward and Harry moved Rolf out of the way and showed him where to stand.

“Don’t touch her during the ceremony,” he cautioned the American. “I don’t think it will work properly if you do. But be ready to catch her so she doesn’t fall from the chair.” Harry turned his attention to his friend and knelt down in front of her. “Trust in the castle, Luna. Once you start, it will tell you what to say. The magic starts in your head like a rush of warmth then it comes back up like a tingle.” She gave a vague nod and Harry stepped back. “Headmaster, Filius. I’m sure you remember from last time you won’t be able to release her until the castle is done.” Harry mainly said it to the Charms master as Snape had actually been involved before. They each placed a hand on Luna’s arms.

“Oh, no. My stomach please,” she indicated, and the two wizards hesitantly placed their hands on her rounded belly. “Lovely. I, Luna Diane Pandora Scamander, accept the position of heir to the Ravenclaw line on behalf of my first born with the promise to see to its continuation and betterment of Hogwarts castle with all it entails. So mote it be.” It was only slightly different than Harry’s vow, and he watched as a soft smile slid over Luna’s face. A moment later Luna let out a small tinkling laugh and wriggled her feet. When her stomach began to glow a soft golden color, Harry glanced at Hermione, but she shook her head to indicate that no, he had not glowed during his vows. Filius gave a small jerk as the glow moved around his hand though Snape stayed perfectly still this time.

A moment later the three broke apart and slumped into their chairs. Rolf immediately moved to steady Luna while Madame Pomfrey began casting spells on the pregnant witch. Hermione made sure Filius was steady, so Harry went to check on Snape. His black eyes blinked open then widened in surprise as he jerked up.

“What?” Harry asked in concern. Snape blinked owlishly, an odd look on his typically stern face.

“I can…” he let out a deep sigh. “That’s how Albus always knew everything.” Snape turned to focus on Harry. “It’s almost like I can hear the castle.” He jumped to his feet and Harry moved back. “It’s only vague feelings, but I don’t doubt with each line claimed it will get clearer. I always thought Albus barmy when he said the castle spoke to him, but now I begin to think it might have actually spoken to him," Snape said thoughtfully.

“That’s-” Harry’s words were cut off by a squeak from Filius, and they turned their attention to him. The half goblin bounced out of his chair with a wide smile on his face.

“I see what Minerva meant now. It’s as if I can feel the House pride of each of my Ravenclaws. It’s glorious.”

Hermione let out a chuckle and turned to the mediwitch. “How is Luna?”

Harry turned his attention to Luna to see her leaning wearily back in the chair, one hand clasped in Rolf’s while the other rubbed at her belly.

“She and the babes are fine.

Just then the expected letter from Gringotts popped into Luna’s lap and they waited patiently while she read it.

“You should receive one from the Ministry tomorrow,” Harry told her. “About your seat on the Wizengamot and school board. Also, we’ve started SHARP-"

"It is not called SHARP," Hermione mumbled.

"...in the Research Department to translate and compile any records you may find and wish to lend them.” Luna nodded and turned to Snape.

“Will you prepare a guest suite, Headmaster?” she asked, blinking up at him. “I believe the boys should be born here.”

Hermione nodded. “Gordon did mention it would benefit the castle,” she reminded them.

Snape gave a nod. “I will assign you a suite near the infirmary and ensure it has Floo access. You and Mr. Scamander will be welcome to move in any time.”

Rolf helped Luna to her feet. “Thank you, Headmaster. We appreciate it.” They moved to the door but stopped after a few feet. “Oh. The heir’s name is Lysander Ravenclaw. His brother Lorcan will remain a Scamander. Harry, we will see you Thursday.”

Harry blinked in surprise. They hadn’t made plans to meet on Thursday, but, well, this was Luna.

Harry and Luna met with Unspeakable Gordon in Snape’s office the week before Easter break. They had located a potential for the Hufflepuff heir in America. Unfortunately the woman was a muggle.

“Unspeakable Granger-Weasley has already arranged to visit the woman on Tuesday and thought you might wish to join her.”

“I can afford to leave Minerva in charge for a few days,” Snape offered.

“Of course I’d love to go,” Harry answered readily.

“I will await her here,” Luna said with a pat to her rounded belly.

“Yes. Of course,” Gordon said with a nod. “Unspeakable Granger-Weasley plans to leave around ten p.m. Tuesday evening which will put you arriving at MACUSA around two in the afternoon.”

“Five p.m.,” Snape corrected. “New York is only five hours behind us.”

“Ah, correct,” Gordon said as he raised a finger. “But you are traveling to the San Francisco branch of MACUSA. The heir apparent lives on the coast of California. You will need to wear muggle clothes; the Americans have strict rules about interacting with the muggles over there. I will let Unspeakable Granger-Weasley know you will be joining her. She expects at least a two-day stay.”

Snape nodded his head. “That is do-able.”

“Shouldn’t be a problem,” Harry agreed.

With plans made, Gordon said his goodbyes and Luna offered to walk him out on her way to her new rooms where she would Floo back to her father’s. Harry stayed behind to visit with Snape for a bit longer. Harry told him about a coworker that had attempted to set Harry up with her gay, wizard cousin but the man had been too awestruck to even carry on a decent conversation. Snape laughed and remarked that he hadn’t known Harry knew how to carry on a decent conversation. Harry called the man a prat and threatened to stay for dinner in the Great Hall that evening with a kiss after dessert. Snape glared at him but Harry thought he caught a tinge of pink on the man’s cheeks.

Harry made sure to clear his calendar for the week and finished up any important paperwork on Monday. On Tuesday, he met with the department heads for the monthly meeting to make sure there weren’t any catastrophes looming. He had lunch with George and Angelina while little Roxie climbed all over him and Fred did his best to present himself as a well-behaved gentleman about to enter his first year of Hogwarts. Of course, this only lasted until dessert was served and he slipped a Cherry Bombastic in his dad’s ice cream sundae. Harry carefully checked his own dessert even as George’s face turned a bright red.

Harry arrived at the International Portkey office fifteen minutes to ten wearing dark blue slacks and a comfortable cream Henley that he often wore in muggle public. His travel bag was tucked snuggly in his pocket. Hermione wore a typical lady’s business suit of soft dove grey with her hair pulled back in her usual tight knot. Beside her, Snape stood in black slacks and a dark green turtleneck that hung loosely around his thin neck. Harry could barely make out the scars that ran across Snape’s neck even with the dark hair pulled back in a bun. Harry’s breath caught at the sight of Snape looking very handsome in the muggle attire.

“Oh, good. You’re here,” Hermione said, moving forward and giving Harry something else to focus on. “So, we should end up at MACUSA where we will meet up with our American liaison, Auror Belldon. Belldon has already arranged a hotel room for us so we will go ahead and check in before we meet the potential heir. Here.”
Hermione held out the cup portkey before Harry could ask any questions. His fingers brushed against Snape’s as they grasped it and the jump in Harry’s stomach had nothing to do with the pull of the portkey. They landed in a room similar to the one they had just left. A man wearing a dark brown suit stood off to one side waiting patiently. He stepped forward and introduced himself as Auror Belldon. They introduced themselves, the man’s eyes darting to Harry’s forehead for a split second. Harry shot two fingers at Snape’s smirk and they followed the man through the dull warehouse-like building to a non-descript vehicle waiting in the street.
They were driven to a nearby hotel where Belldon checked them in and they were shown to a suite with two rooms. They gave Hermione the room with the single bed and took the opposite room with two beds. Once they said their goodbyes to Belldon and unloaded their luggage, they met back in the main room of the suite where Hermione ordered tea for them. They gathered around the table where she had pulled out a file and flipped it open. She pushed it across the table to show them a photo of a young woman with dirty blonde hair done in a loose braid. She had bright blue eyes and wore long earrings that looked like miniature dreamcatchers.

“Her name is Estelle Marie Smith. She was born in San Diego, California. Her parents died when she was seven and she spent the remaining years in foster care since she had no relatives. She runs a small natural remedies and herbal shop not too far from here.”

“I thought you said she was a muggle,” Snape said, flipping through the file.

“She is,” Hermione said. “We didn’t find any traces of her ancestors attending Ilvermorney or wand registration for the last century. It looks as if she comes from the same branch as Hephzibah but the separation was a few generations before her.” There was a break in the conversation when the tea arrived and they took the time to fix their tea and plates. Harry took the plated sandwich Snape handed him as he passed the lemon for the man’s tea. “There’s another branch,” Hermione eventually continued. “But it’s taking us some time to track down the descendant. Ms. Smith is closer than the other line, so we thought we’d start with her. If she accepts the position we can pull the Hufflepuff team and put them with the Slytherins. We’re having a hard time tracing that line. It seems that when Salazar left Hogwarts he traveled quite extensively.”

“I’m not surprised,” Snape said as he sipped at his tea.

They finished their meal in relative silence before cleaning up and heading down to the hotel lobby. Hermione found them a taxi and gave the driver the address of the shop as they settled in the backseat of the taxi. Harry somehow ended up in the middle and warmth pooled low in his belly as his thigh brushed against Snape’s. They rode in silence until they reached a row of shops. Hermione paid the taxi driver with American muggle money that she had exchanged at some point. Harry assumed she had taken care of it before they left London and was grateful she had thought of it.

The shop was… quaint. It reminded Harry of a feminized, more modern version of Slug and Jiggers. The large picture window at the front let in enough light to fill even the back of the shop. Glossy wooden shelves lined the walls and were filled with all manner of things: Incense, small jars of scented oils for aromatherapy, natural vitamins, bottles of herbs and herb extracts, even a small clear cabinet with “all natural” snack bars on display. There was also a small corner devoted to books and pamphlets on natural healing.

“Can I help you?”

Harry looked over to see a young woman that looked nothing like the photo Hermione had shown them. She had short cropped black hair topped with a floral wreath made of obviously plastic flowers and wore a yellow, flowing bohemian style top, worn faded jeans, and leather sandals. He recalled Aunt Petunia using the phrase “hippie” once, and Harry thought this girl definitely fit the profile.

Hermione stepped forward. “Yes. We are looking for Estelle Smith. I was told this was her shop.”

The girl’s face scrunched in confusion for a moment before her brown eyes went wide with surprise. “Oh. You must mean Star. Yes. Hold on. She’s in the back doing inventory. I’ll go get her.”

The girl moved around the counter that held a cash register and assorted items of impulse-buy displays.

“She is drawn to the esoteric,” Snape observed softly.

Hermione nodded. “Yes. But we must proceed with caution. She most likely knows nothing about magic being real and even less about the wizarding world. We wouldn’t want to-“

“Hello.” The trio turned at the soft voice to see a woman that resembled the photo much more than the previous one. Her hair was hidden under a handkerchief and she wore a knitted poncho-style top with more business-appropriate jeans and sneakers. Her blue eyes went bright with excitement and her lips turned up in a beaming smile. “Oh my god! You’re Harry Potter.”

“Or not,” Hermione whispered as Harry looked around as if expecting someone to step from the shadows.

The woman fluttered towards them and grabbed up Harry’s hand to shake it. “I’m Star. This is so amazing. I can’t believe you’re here. In my shop. In America. Oh my god, I’m freaking out.”

Harry worked his hand from the woman’s tight grip and glanced over at Snape only to see the man biting back a laugh. Harry glared at him.

“Ah, yes,” Harry muttered to the woman. “You are Estelle Smith?”

Her eyes seemed to go even wider. “Yes. Oh my god! How did you know? Wait. Carol said you came here looking for me. What could you possibly want with me?”

“Ms. Smith,” Hermione broke in gently, “is there somewhere we can go to talk? Privately,” she added with a glance to the younger girl who was watching them with interest.

“Oh. Yes. Absolutely. We have a room in the back.” She turned to lead them back through the door she had come through, only stopping long enough to tell the girl not to bother them.

They were led to a small break room where Estelle/Star motioned for them to have a seat at the rounded table. “Can I offer you coffee, herbal infusion-“

“We’re-“

“Oh. You’re British. Right. Aren’t you obsessed with tea or something like that?”

Harry could almost feel Snape’s indignation rolling off him. “We’re fine, Ms. Smith.”

“Star, please,” she said as she lowered herself into the last chair, her hands fluttering around her as if they needed something to do.

“Right. Well, as you guessed, I am Harry Potter-” she bounced slightly in her chair, “and these are my colleagues. Hermione Granger-Weasley and Severus Snape.”

“Eek! I’ve read about you two also. This is so amazing. Okay.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before slitting them open again, letting out a small squeal, and closing them once more. She took another deep breath and slowly opened her eyes. “Okay. I’m fine. I’m okay. We’re good. This is good.”

Hermione gave the beaming woman a placating smile. “Miss- Star,” she corrected at the woman’s look. “How did you recognize Harry? We were under the impression you were a-”

“No-mag,” she supplied. “They call them No-mags here. And I thought I was too. As near as I can tell I never showed any signs of accidental magic before my parents’ deaths and with all the shuffling about in foster care I guess I never registered with Ilvermorney. Of course, sometimes things just happened, you know? Things I couldn’t really explain. But it was… normal for me so I never really thought anything of it," Harry wondered if the woman forgot she had to breathe to stay alive. "And I always had a thing with plants. I think I started gardens at nearly every foster home I was in. So, it only seemed natural to open up a shop geared towards what I knew. A few years ago one of my regular customers and I were talking and she invited me to a gathering she was having with her Wiccan friends. She thought I might be interested in it. I was and soon I became a regular." Harry and Snape shared a look, both, apparently wondering if the woman was on some sort of muggle drugs or something. "About a year ago we had another woman join us and after a few months she invited me out to lunch and asked if I was a witch.” Star gave a small chuckle. “There was a bit of miscommunication there, but eventually she admitted she was an actual witch not just a Wiccan witch and together we realized I was one too. Apparently, my magic wasn’t strong enough to register with the Ilvermorney book of names which is why I never got a letter. So, since then she’s kind of been tutoring me, mainly in potions and herbology since that seems to be my strong points. And I’ve been reading up on magical history on my own. That’s how I knew who you were,” she added with a bright smile.

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, unsure how to proceed from here. Although, apparently Snape wasn’t. “Ms. Smith, have you ever looked into your ancestry?”

She blinked owlishly at Snape for a moment before giving a shrug. “A bit.”

“I don’t know if you are aware or not, but I am currently the headmaster of Hogwarts.”

“Oh, yes,” she jumped in eagerly. “I’ve been reading about Hogwarts as well.”

“Excellent,” Snape continued. “Mrs. Granger-Weasley, Mr. Potter, and myself are working closely with the Society for Hogwarts Archival Records Preservation to locate any possible heirs to the original founders.”

Her mouth gaped open. “And you think I’m one?”

“Our records indicate you are,” Hermione replied.

“Oh, wow," Star breathed out.

“Yes,” Snape murmured, clearly annoyed by the American’s overuse of interjections.

She ignored his murmur. “So what does it mean? If I am an heir.”

Hermione took a steadying breath. “Ideally, we would prefer you to come to England so that you may officially claim the title. However, if you wish to do so, there would be some consequences.”

The woman’s smile dimmed slightly. “Such as?”

“Well, you would have the opportunity to inherit whatever monies and valuables were in the Hufflepuff vault. But there are also responsibilities that go along with accepting the heirship such as being on the school board and being a participant of the, er, magical… senate, I believe is what you call them here. But, of course, you must be a citizen to serve in the government.”

Star blinked at Hermione for a moment before she spoke. “You mean I’d have to move to England. Start over.”

“Well, you wouldn’t exactly be starting from scratch,” Harry added quickly. “I’m sure there’s some sort of inheritance in the Hufflepuff vault. Plus, being named the heir to a Founder comes with quite a bit of acclaim.”

“We understand if you don’t wish to uproot yourself,” Hermione said gently, but Star cut her off with a shake of her head.

“No. It’s not that at all. It’s amazing really. I mean, I barely remember my parents, and I spent years being shuffled around foster care. It’d be amazing to finally belong somewhere. In fact, there’s an older woman who owns a shop a few streets over that is constantly asking me when I’m going to sell this one. She’s very interested in it. I could probably be ready to leave before the end of May.”

“Before we get ahead of ourselves,” Snape cut in dryly, “there is one more stipulation you must be aware of, Ms. Smith. In fact, it is a crucial element to claiming such a prestigious title.” She turned curious eyes on the older wizard. “In England, and among the wizarding world in particular, we pride ourselves on our continued lineage. I understand some of you more modern women enjoy the… freer lifestyle, but preserving the Hufflepuff line will be of tantamount import.”

“You mean eventually I will have to get married and have kids,” she replied boldly, her eyes darting between the three of them.

“Er, yes,” Hermione answered. Star gave a shrug.

“Well, I always did plan on having a family at some point. But, wouldn’t I have to take my husband’s name and all that?”

“No,” Hermione answered again. “With a line as prominent as Hufflepuff- well, any founder really- your chosen spouse would be honored to take on the name of Hufflepuff.”

Star’s eyes lit up. “Would I get to change my name, as well? To Hufflepuff, I mean.”

Hermione gave a slow nod. “If you wished.”

“Smith is such a boring last name," she said, making a face. "Wow! It’d be like joining the witness protection plan. New name, new home, leaving everything behind.”

“Well, I, er, suppose you could keep in touch with your friends if you wish,” Harry jumped in.

“This is so exciting,” she gushed.

“So, are you saying yes?” Hermione asked carefully and Harry held his breath, Snape tensing beside him.

“Yes!” she cried excitedly. “Oh, this is amazing.”

Hermione smiled at the woman. “Excellent, Star. You can’t know how much this means to us. As Headmaster Snape indicated, our history is special to us, and to be able to have the founders’ families back among our world for the first time in decades will be such a coup.”

“Are there others?” she asked curiously.

“Yes, of course,” Hermione answered vaguely. “We’re hoping to locate Slytherin’s heir rather soon.”

“Amazing,” she revered.

“Yes, we are rather excited about the prospect," Hermione agreed, though a bit more blandly than the blond. "Now, once you get to England, we can immediately take you to the castle to claim your inheritance.”

“I’ve never been to a real castle before,” Star sighed dreamily.

“Yes,” Hermione said dismissively, and Harry recognized she was now in business-mode. “You will be contacted by Gringotts with your vault key after the claim is accepted, but it will most likely be too late to actually go by the bank. In the meantime, Headmaster Snape will ensure you have quarters at Hogwarts. You should also expect a letter from the Ministry within a day or two to inform you of your seats on the Wizengamot and school board. Once you’re over there, Harry or I can be your tour guide while you get settled.” Star smiled brightly at Harry in a way that slightly unsettled him. “We have to return to England soon, but I will have someone local for you to contact should you need anything.”

Hermione went on to explain portkeys and a few other basics for travelling and some fundamental wizarding lingo Star might need to know. With the promise to get in touch with Star once they returned to England, they finally left the small shop. The hotel restaurant was just opening its doors for dinner, so the trio decided to have a bite before retiring for the night. It was, after all, well past midnight in London.

“We won’t be able to keep it out of the papers,” Hermione finally said once they had their food in front of them. Harry let out a sigh.

“No. I don’t suppose we will. She’s a bit…”

“Enthusiastic,” Snape drawled, causing Harry to chuckle and Hermione to smile down at her plate.

“Well, the privacy was nice while it lasted,” Harry lamented, taking a sip of his wine.

Snape gave a snort. “You have spent the last six months battling the media about your sexuality.”

Harry gave a shrug. “Well, you know how I am. They were starting to move on. I had to do something to bring their attention back to me.”

Hermione did laugh at that and even Snape gave a low snort. Harry thought it was nice he could make a comment like that and Snape didn’t throw it back in his face as he would have done when Harry was younger.

“I suppose we should talk about a way to spin this so it doesn’t cause a panic among the parents. Keep it away from the school wards angle,” Hermione said thoughtfully. “Has the board discussed it?”

Snape shook his head as he cut into his steak. “No. We have left that up to your team and concentrated on encouraging the House pride angle.”

Hermione nodded as if this had been the best decision. They ate in silence, each lost in their own thoughts, trying to figure a solution. They finished their meal and Harry signed off on the ticket before they headed back to their suite. Once inside Hermione let out a sigh.

“Well, overall it was a rather productive day. But if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head to bed and do a bit of reading before I go to sleep.”

Harry gave a soft snort and almost asked her if it was light reading, thinking back to their first year at Hogwarts. Harry fondly remembered Hermione’s insistence they read Hogwarts: a History practically every year of their schooling. He wondered if they had come out with a version since the war. Then it hit him. “Hermione!” She and Snape both froze at the urgency in his voice, Snape’s hand on his wand. “Hermione, when’s the last time they revised Hogwarts: a History?”

Hermione’s brows furrowed then went wide as a smile broke out on her face. “Harry, you’re a genius!”

“Care to share with the rest of the class?” Snape drawled as he slipped his wand away.

Harry gave a nod to the eager look on Hermione’s face, and she moved forward to grasp the back of one of the dining chairs as if it would keep her from floating away.

“The last Hogwarts Historian, Bathilda Bagshot, was killed during the war, so after the war they only released a hastily edited version. But that was over ten years ago. It wouldn’t be beyond reality for someone on the board to suggest a new version. One that required a bit more investigation.”

Snape’s eyes darted to Harry and a smile pulled at his lips. “Well done, Mr. Potter.” Harry felt heat grow in his belly at the soft praise. “Yes, highly viable explanation. I believe that will work. I will bring it up at the next meeting so we are all on the same page.”

“Brilliant,” Hermione said eagerly. “Well, that problem is solved. I think I’ll take my book for a soak in the tub. Good night, gentlemen.”

Harry shook his head in amusement as Hermione disappeared into her room. Harry turned to follow Snape to their room and a thrill shot down his spine at the thought. Bloody hell! Was he seriously lusting after Snape? He watched the man dig through his overnight bag for a moment, the muggle trousers curving over Snape’s slender hips and the tight globes of his- Harry jerked his eyes away and strode over to his bed.

“You can have the shower first,” he offered, his own eyes firmly fixed on his overnight bag.

“I prefer to shower in the morning,” Snape informed him. “Though, I will step in to use the facilities and be out of your way if you don’t mind.”

Harry gave a wave of his hand. “No. That’s fine. Go ahead. I’ll just get my things together.”

Harry typically showered in the mornings as well, but he definitely needed a few moments to himself to deal with his revelation. He knew their relationship was developing in a friendly manner, and Harry couldn’t help but notice the man was rather handsome. And there was no denying he had found Snape sexy at times but he had never thought he’d go so far as to have fantasies about the man. Oh, Merlin! He absolutely could not let this continue.

But even after a long soak in the shower, Harry could think of no way to avoid this growing attraction to Snape. Not now that he was too entwined with the school. His only hope was to let it die its inevitable, gradual death. Which of course flew out the window the moment Harry stepped out of the loo to see Snape sitting up in bed, a book opened in his lap, hair still pulled back, reading glasses on and no fucking shirt. Bloody hell! Why did the man have to look so damn hot in glasses? And wasn’t it indecent to go half undressed around other people? Ugh! Harry suddenly felt twenty-one again in his first gay club. He moved swiftly to his bed before Snape noticed Harry’s growing problem. Fuck! This is what happens when you go too bloody long without sex and find yourself trapped in a hotel room with one of Witch Weekly’s top sexiest men alive.

“Should I turn off the light?” Snape asked in a low voice that went straight to Harry’s cock.

“No. It’s fine. You can keep it on as long as you need. It won’t bother me,” Harry replied in what he hoped was a casual tone.

“Let me know if it does. I would hate to disturb your rest.” There was something odd in Snape’s voice, or maybe Harry was just hearing things in his own unease.

Eventually, Harry fell asleep, though his dreams weren’t any better. Thankfully he woke to the sound of the shower even as he came in his pants for the first time in more years than he could remember. A quick cleaning spell and Harry quickly changed out of his night clothes before hurrying out into the main part of the hotel room. Hermione had already ordered breakfast and was nibbling on a muffin when Harry sat down next to her. She glanced up from the paper she had been reading and lowered it with a sigh.

“What happened?”

Harry blinked at her even as his face heated. “What do you mean?”

“Harry James,” she said in that warning tone he knew so well. Harry let out a sigh and ran a hand down his face knocking his glasses askew.

“I’m attracted to Snape,” he whispered harshly and Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Of course you are.”

“What?” Harry gaped at her.

“Oh please, Harry. You’ve always been a bit oblivious but really? I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve caught you checking him out over the years since you realized you were gay. Bloody hell, you had a thing for him before you even knew you were gay.”

Harry reared back. “I did not!”

Hermione rolled her eyes, a habit she had never really grown out of with Ron and Harry around. She lifted her paper back up and shook the folds out. “Half. Blood. Prince.”

Harry gaped at her for a solid minute before he snatched up a muffin and bit forcefully into it. Bint.

They checked out of the hotel and made their way back to MACUSA where Hermione spent some time with Belldon arranging a liaison for Star before they took a portkey back to London. It was early evening but Harry was nowhere near ready to call it a day so after saying goodbye to Hermione and Snape, he headed into muggle London. He made it just in time for the last showing on a wildly popular muggle film and followed it up with fish and chips at a nearby food truck. Still a bit keyed up from the previous night’s revelation, Harry made his way to a pub he often frequented and sat down at the bar.

He was on this third pint when someone lowered themselves onto a stool beside him.

“You look a bit lonely there.” Harry glanced over to see a good looking chap with dark brown hair. Harry smiled pleasantly at the stranger who held his hand out. “Name’s Dave.”

Harry shook the proffered hand. “Harry.”

“Would you mind a bit of company, Harry?”

“Not at all.” Harry took a sip of his pint as Dave motioned for the bartender to bring him one.

“Don’t see many good looking men around here this time of the week,” Dave said with a cheeky grin. Harry chuckled.

“Just got back from the states. Trying to readjust,” he offered. Dave gave a nod of understanding.

“Where’d you go? If you don’t mind me asking.”

Harry gave a shrug. “California. I was helping a friend track down an old relative,” Harry lied, taking a sip of his beer.

“Any luck?” Dave asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, it was a very productive trip. I have a feeling I’m going to get roped into guide duty when she moves here,” Harry said, making a face that caused Dave to laugh. “Have you ever been to the states?”

“New York once,” Dave answered. Conversation fell into an easy exchange as they sipped their beers. Harry couldn’t help but notice the immediate attraction to Dave and how easily he forgot the predicament with his feelings for Snape.

Somehow they ended up walking along the sidewalk, talking quietly in the evening air. Dave slipped his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer. Harry grabbed at Dave’s shirt as Dave pressed him against a brick wall. Harry opened as warm lips pressed against his, and he imagined Snape‘s mouth would fit just as perfectly against his own. Fingers pressed into his back insistently and moved down to rest against the curve of his arse. Harry’s hands slid up the strong shoulders, his fingers itching to pull the long hair from its confines. Harry paused in surprise when he encountered short hair, and Dave pulled back to study him. Harry’s face was already going red.

“Ah,” Dave said knowingly.

“Sorry,” Harry mumbled and Dave shook his head.

Dave moved his hand to rest over the button of Harry’s trousers. “I could…”

Harry shook his head and stepped back. “Thanks, but I should get going. I still have to go to work in the morning.”

Dave gave a nod. “It was nice meeting you, Harry. I hope everything works out for,” he made a motion with his hand, “whoever he is.”

“Thanks. It was good meeting you too.”

Harry watched the man walk away before stepping into a nearby alley and Apparating to Grimmauld Place.

Before Harry knew it, he was attending the last school board meeting of the year, Luna looked ready to pop, and Star’s arrival was only a few days away. The idea to use the cover story for a new Hogwarts: A History went over well with the board, and they were all eager to learn that with the addition of Luna’s claim the castle wards were steadily growing stronger. There was a slight buzz of excitement upon meeting the new Hufflepuff heir as well as a sigh of relief when it was revealed the young woman wasn’t a muggle as first believed. While they knew it was a possibility and probable necessity, it was still rather daunting to allow someone with no magic into their world with no other connection than a family line. When the question came up about the last heir, Snape only mentioned that Hermione had said something about sending someone to Africa to investigate a lead.

After the meeting, Harry returned to Hogwarts with Snape and Luna to look over the suite of rooms Snape had prepared for Star. Luna oohed and ahhed over them, so Harry had a feeling Star would like them. They were a little too much for his taste, but what did he know? After Harry walked Luna to her room and saw the small space prepared for the twins he returned to Snape’s office for tea. Despite Harry’s continued attraction and growing feelings for the man, it was hard to deny himself these few hours each week. Sometimes, Harry didn’t wonder if the man might reciprocate his feelings, especially when Snape teased him about staying for dinner in the Great Hall and ending their night with a kiss to out the headmaster. But then Harry would have to remind himself that there was no way Snape would have romantic feelings for Harry of all people. Harry was just glad the man no longer saw James Potter when he looked at Harry.

The day finally arrived when Harry and Hermione were waiting at the Ministry for Star’s portkey to arrive. She appeared in a whirl and Harry had to dart forward to keep her from falling to the ground. She clutched at his arm as she steadied her feet under her.

“Wow! That was amazing," she practically squealed despite the green look to her face.

Harry smiled politely at the woman. “Have you got everything?”

“Oh yeah,” she said breathlessly. “Did you know there are shrinking charms? That Auror fellow practically packed all my house in one little trunk then shrank it down and stuck it in my purse.” She pulled the bag hanging from her shoulder around to dig in the large pocket. “It’s in here somewhere.”

Harry placed a hand on her arm to stop her. “That’s fine. You don’t need it right now. Let’s get you to Hogwarts.”

Before Harry could lead Star out of the room they had waited for her in the door flew open and Ron barged in, Rosie and Hugo clutched in a hand each. “bloody hell, Harry.”

“What?”

“Mummy. Mummy.” Hugo reached out for Hermione and she took the plump boy in her arms.

“Ron, what are you doing here?”

Ron held tightly to the little girl trying to tug her hand from his. “Dad Flooed me. Said the Ministry was full of reporters.” Ron turned to Harry. “Niffler’s out of the vault, mate. They know.”

“Bloody hell,” Harry murmured.

Rosie finally broke free and raced over to Harry. “Uncle Harry. Uncle Harry. You said I could be in the picture with you next time you made the front page. Daddy says I can’t walk with you, but you promised. I want my name in the paper,” she demanded as only a five-year-old could.

Harry chuckled and went to rub her hair but she ducked out of his reach with a glare. “Alright, munchkin. You can walk with me and Star.”

“What star?” Rosie asked as she searched Harry’s robe pockets for the nougats he always kept there.

“Rosie, this is Estelle Hufflepuff, she goes by Star,” Harry introduced the American and Rosie gave her a bright smile.

“Why’d you change your name? Don’t you like Stella?”

Star chuckled. “Estelle. And I didn’t change it, not really. See, I used to live with a whole bunch of different people and one boy would tease me and call me Stellar which was eventually shortened to Star and I liked it so I kept it," she explained.

“Oh,” Rosie said, stuffing a nougat in her mouth. “Kinda like daddy doesn’t like being called Ronald so mummy calls him Ron.”

“Yes,” Star said with a smile.

Hermione moved over to them from where she’d been talking to one of Harry’s Aurors. “Jackson says it’s packed out there, Harry. Worse than during the trials.”

“Damn,” Harry murmured and Rosie giggled. “Who told them?”

She gave a shrug. “I don’t know, but they know, or the rumor is that we’re escorting the heir to Hufflepuff to Hogwarts.”

Harry let out a frustrated sigh. “Well, Snape’s already spoken to the school board. I suppose we can let out part of the story now.” Harry gave a firm nod and turned to Star. “Alright, Star. You are going to be bombarded with questions, only say what you are comfortable saying and do not, for any reason, agree to meet with Rita Skeeter. Let’s go.”

They stepped out of the waiting room and headed to the lifts. As they reached the ground floor, Harry tightened his hold on Rosie’s hand and took a fortifying breath. He was already blinking to adjust his eyes to the flashing lights when the lift doors opened. He was pleased to see the group of Aurors keeping the reporters back, though it did little to deter them from yelling out questions. Harry held up his free hand as he and Rosie moved forward, and the crowd of reporters quieted. He had heard several shouts of Hufflepuff’s heir so knew Hermione had been correct.

“We had hoped to keep this under wraps a little while longer,” Harry began, “but it seems you have discovered, if not all, at least a part of the truth. Several months ago, during research for a new edition of Hogwarts: A History, it came to our attention that there might possibly be heirs to the original founders still out there. A ministry team took the time to research each Founder’s lineage until they could locate a descendant for each line. Their most recent find was of the Hufflepuff line, an American by the name of Star Smith who will, upon claiming the family line take the name of Hufflepuff.” Harry guided the young woman forward to a barrage of flashing lights. “This is Star Hufflepuff, and we hope you will treat her with the respect that you would treat any such honorable family name in the Wizarding world. Thank you.”

Harry stepped back to allow them to take a few pictures.

“Auror Potter,” one of the reporters called out. “How many other Founders heirs have you found?"

“Will we get to meet them?” another called.

Harry held up another hand to stop the questions. “As I said, we had not intended to reveal this information until we have found all the heirs. When that time comes, we will offer a press conference to introduce you to each new heir. If you will excuse us, we must get Ms. Hufflepuff to the castle. The headmaster is waiting for us.”
Harry swung Rosie up into his arms, the little girl smiling and waving to the reporters, and led Star towards the Floo. The Floos had been cordoned off from the reporters so it was quiet when they reached them. Harry and Hermione handed the children over to Ron and Harry turned to Star as Hermione spoke softly to her family. Star beamed at him.

“Wow. You’re amazing. You handled that crowd really well," she enthused, smiling broadly up at Harry.

Harry felt his cheeks heat at the compliment. “Unfortunately I am used to it. Now, have you ever used a Floo?” She shook her head. “It’s quite simple. Just toss a pinch of powder into the flame and clearly state your destination as you step in.”

Star gasped and grabbed at Harry’s arm. “Won’t the flames burn?”

Harry chuckled. “No.” Harry leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, “you can’t actually burn a witch at the stake, you know? The Puritans had it all wrong.” Star’s eyes went wide and Harry chuckled. “We have spells to protect us, but this is a magical fire anyway. So, once the Floo stops spinning you’ll be at your destination. I’ll go first and be waiting for you on the other end.” Harry stepped towards the fireplace but paused. “Oh, don’t try to look at the passing Floos, you’ll only get dizzy.”

Star nodded and Harry stepped up to the Floo to take a pinch of powder. He waved farewell to Ron, Hermione, Rosie, and Hugo and stepped into the flames. “Headmasters office, Hogwarts.”

Snape, Luna, Madame Pomfrey, and Professor Sprout were waiting for him in the office when he stepped through. He gave a nod before turning to the whooshing sound of the Floo. Star stumbled out, and Harry caught her. She blinked dizzily up at him and smiled.

“Thanks. You really are a hero.” Harry blushed at the snort from Snape as he steadied Star on her feet. She straightened up and shook out her periwinkle blue dress. “That was amazing.”

“Allow me to introduce you to some others.” He led her away from the Floo to give Hermione room to step through. “You already know Headmaster Snape. This is Luna Scamander, she’s carrying the Ravenclaw heir.”

Luna smiled dreamily at Star and shook her hand. “You have a nest of nargles in your hair.” Star reached up towards her hair but Harry pulled her hand down.

“You can’t see or feel them. They’ll leave when they’re ready,” he told her rather than try to explain Luna to someone still relatively new to the wizarding world. “This is Madame Pomfrey, she’s the mediwitch for Hogwarts. That’s like a nurse, doctors are called healers. Madame Pomfrey is going to run a diagnostic spell over you to make sure your magic is strong enough to withstand the ceremony. Don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt,” Harry said at her worried look.

Madame Pomfrey stepped forward and shook Star’s hand. “Good afternoon, Ms. Hufflepuff. If you will allow me?” She lifted her wand and Star gave a small nod. “Excellent. If you feel anything it will only be a little tingle.” Star gave another nervous nod and Madame Pomfrey waved her wand. A moment later she stepped back. “Ms. Hufflepuff is in excellent condition. Her magic is, as suspected, of a lower level but not enough to hinder the ritual.”

“Good,” Snape said, moving forward and conjuring three chairs much like he’d done for Luna. “Ms. Smith.” He indicated the middle chair and Harry walked the witch over to it.

“It’s only for precaution,” Harry informed her. “The ritual can be a bit overwhelming and the previous heirs became woozy. The headmaster and head of house will need to be touching you so they can help absorb some of the castle magic. This is Pomona Sprout, head of Hufflepuff,” Harry said, introducing the stout woman as she moved forward.

“It’s such a pleasure to meet you, dearie,” Sprout said as she sat down beside Star and patted her knee. “I can’t tell you how excited I am to finally be a part of this. Filius and Minerva have told me all about what to expect,” she told Harry and he nodded, not surprised.

“Okay, Star, just start by stating your name and allow the magic of the castle to guide you. You’ll feel a warmth starting at your head and then like a tingle up from your feet. Sev- er, Headmaster Snape and Professor Sprout will not be able to take their hands off you once the ritual begins. Are you ready?”

Star gave a nervous nod. “I guess.”

Snape took his seat next to her and placed a hand on her wrist, Pomona’s hand still on her knee. “You may begin,” Snape told her with a nod.

“Um. Okay. I, Estelle Maria Smith,” she paused, her eyes going wide for a moment before fluttering closed, “accept the position of heir and name to the Hufflepuff line with the promise to see to its continuation and betterment of Hogwarts castle with all it entails. As I say, so mote it be.”

They watched in silence as Star and Snape sat stoically while Pomona smiled brightly as the castle magic worked through them. Finally, the three fell apart and Harry, Hermione, and Madame Pomfrey moved forward to oversee them. Unsurprisingly Snape was the first to come to, and Harry helped him to his feet.

“How do you feel?” he asked softly.

“Good,” Snape said with a firm nod. “I feel as if I can truly interact with the castle. The connection grows with each addition.”

Star let out a soft moan and Harry moved over to see how she was. She blinked awake and smiled brightly when she saw Harry. “That was amazing. I-” She made to stand up but Harry held her down.

“You should give it a few minutes. How do you feel?”

“Odd,” she said after a moment of deliberation.

“Will you allow me to run another scan, Ms. Hufflepuff?” Madame Pomfrey asked, moving from the now-awake Star. Star gave a nod and Madame Pomfrey ran another diagnostic. She made a humming sound when she finished. “Ms. Hufflepuff’s magic has grown. She will need a wand and lessons on how to use it.”

“I will?” Star said excitedly. “Awesome.”

“Severus said you were staying at the castle, dear,” Pomona put it. “I would be glad to tutor you over the summer.”

Star’s eyes darted to Harry and he had the feeling she’d rather him teach her. He spoke quickly before she could put forth the idea. “That’s a great idea, Pomona. That way you can show her around the castle and Hogsmeade. Tell her all about the wonderful history of this place. It’ll give her something to do. I’d offer myself, but being head of the DMLE I have responsibilities.” He saw the light dim in Star’s eyes and breathed a sigh of relief. Just what he needed, another star-struck fan.
He gave her a polite smile and took a step back. “You should be- Ah. There it is,” he changed his sentence at the sound of the letter from Gringotts popping in. Star gave a jerk and blinked down at the envelope in her lap. “Nothing to fear,” Harry reassured her. “Just a letter from the bank with your vault key. I can take you there tomorrow. The other heirs have lent the historical society some of the records and diaries they’ve found in the vault if you’d like to do the same as well. They will take good care of them and return them when they are done. It is simply quite interesting to see how the Founders and ancestors lived.”

“Will you take me to get a wand as well?” Star pleaded and Harry gave a hesitant nod.

“I suppose I can show you around Diagon Alley as well. That’s our main shopping district in London,” he conceded.

They made plans to meet the following morning and Harry quickly left Star in Luna’s capable hands. He thought the two might get along fairly well.

The trip to Diagon Alley wasn’t as horrid as it could have been. Star was too entranced with the magic of the place to flirt with Harry, though she did tend to touch him quite frequently. Much as he had his first time, Star thoroughly enjoyed the ride down to the vaults. Harry had to explain about their monetary system, and she was shocked to realize how much she had. Like Harry and Luna, she donated a portion to the school for the scholarship fund and picked out a few books Harry suggested would be of interest to the historical team. She came across a silver dagger and exclaimed at the intricate detail on it. When the goblin that had taken them down mentioned a relative of his had made it, Star spent several minutes talking to the goblin about their own form of magic. Harry was surprised at how open the goblin was to her and he left them to it as he picked through a shelf of artifacts. He paused at the sight of a golden goblet with the Hufflepuff crest etched on it and a shiver went down his spine at the memories that assaulted him. He shuddered, shaking it off and moved on.

Their next stop was Ollivander's, and Star squealed over the array of wands. Even more so when her wand turned out to be redwood- which, apparently was the state tree of California- with a unicorn hair core. The moment Ollivander handed over her wand, Star clutched it to her chest and turned to Harry.

“Teach me a spell. Any spell,” she begged and Harry laughed as he pulled his own wand out.

He gave it a small flick. “Lumos.”

She gasped as the tip lit with light. “Oh! I want to try.” She held her wand out like Harry had done and gave it a flick.

“Loomos,” she dragged the word out.

Harry shook his head and wrapped his hand around hers. “Sharp and firm.” He pulled his hand back and demonstrated once more with his own wand. “Lumos.”

“Lumos,” she said again with a sharp flick. She cried out when the tip lit. “That was amazing. Thank you,” she said as she threw her arms around Harry’s neck. Harry laughed as she pulled back to admire her wand.

“Come on, that deserves an ice cream.”

Star looked up in wide-eyed wonder. “They have wizarding ice cream? Have they got weird flavors? Or refillable bowls. Like… never ending sundaes?” she babbled on as Harry led her across the street to Florian’s.

Star made the mistake of topping her ice cream with Every Flavor beans and Harry ended up banishing them after her third Brussel sprout flavored one. After ice cream, Harry took her to the Magical Menagerie where the clerk was happy to tell her all about owls, kneazles, and crups. Star fell in love with a small black crup whose tails wagged excitedly as she snuggled him close. The clerk promised to have Star’s packages owled to Hogwarts immediately.

“You’ll want to get your own owl when you finally find a place and move out of Hogwarts,” Harry told her as they stepped into Flourish and Blotts. By this time word had gotten out that Harry was escorting the Hufflepuff heir around and they found the shops and streets getting crowded. Harry, of course, was used to it, so maneuvered them easily. He pointed out several books he thought might be of interest to her in regards to getting to know the wizarding world, but suggested looking through the Hogwarts library first before buying out the bookstore. She did, however, purchase a few herbology books since she was already familiar with most plants. Which led to their next stop at Slug and Jiggers. Star spent quite a few minutes talking to Mr. Jigger about muggle versus wizarding use of some plant or other. He was rather sure Snape would have his own input in the conversation if he’d been around.

Harry pointed out Madame Malkin's but suggested she visit there with someone who was a bit more fashionable if she wished to purchase robes. Their second to last stop was Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes where he introduced her to George and Angelina. George was happy to show her around and even talked a few customers into showcasing some of the products, which she enjoyed immensely. They ended their trip at the Leaky Cauldron where Harry watched her struggle to order the “most wizarding food possible” from the menu. She’d apparently tried pumpkin juice the previous evening at dinner, so Harry suggested a butterbeer. He really shouldn’t have been surprised when a chair was pulled up to their table and Rita Skeeter sat down.

“Go away, Rita,” Harry growled at the annoying reporter.

“Now, Harry,” she simpered. “Is that any way to treat an old friend? I simply wanted to get the scoop on what you didn’t say yesterday. You were very vague, dearie.” She ran a long-nailed finger down the back of Harry’s hand, and he jerked his hand away from her touch. Star’s brows furrowed for a moment before she pasted a polite look on her face.

“We have never been friends, Rita. And you know you won’t get anything out of me,” he retorted.

She glanced over at Star. “Not even an introduction to your friend?” Rita turned and held out a hand to Star. “Rita Skeeter, star reporter for the Daily Prophet.”

Harry scoffed. “You are no one’s star reporter, Rita. You are still trying to recover your reputation for printing that deplorable trash about the Headmaster.”

Rita blinked at him sweetly. “Which one, dear?”

Harry narrowed his eyes. “Both.”

Rita ignored him and turned back to Star but before she could say anything Star spoke first. “What’s the Daily Prophet? Is that one of those gossip magazines? We have tons of those back in America. All lined up neatly by the check-out registers for people to skim through, but no one actually buys them.” Star gave a shudder. “That would just be vulgar to be caught actually buying trashy tabloids.” Harry bit back a laugh as Rita’s face went a deep pink. “Although, I’ve never read Wizarding tabloids? What do they print in them?” Star’s eyes lit up. “Oh! Are they going to say I’m dating Harry?” Star leaned in conspiratorially, “Or maybe they’re going to go dig up some old boyfriend from my past and expose all my dirty secrets. Is that your job?” Star asked innocently, leaning back in her chair and Harry had to suppress a laugh.

Rita gave a small sniff. “I’ll have you know, the Daily Prophet is one of the most respectable news sources in Wizarding Britain.”

Star brightened. “Oh, great. In that case, you’ll have no problems waiting for the press conference like everyone else. And I’m sure a respectable journalist like yourself would hate to intrude on our late lunch. Mr. Potter has been gracious enough to show me around Diagon Alley and I am famished.”

Star blinked owlishly at Rita until the witch gave a slight frown and moved away from their table. Harry chuckled.

“Well done, Star. I can see having you around will be quite fun indeed.”

Star blushed and turned her attention back to her plate. They returned to the castle, and Harry walked Star back to her room, stopping to check on Luna who was nearing her due date.

Which was, apparently, that day. Rolf was rushing out the door just as Harry reached up to knock. Harry jumped back as the harried man nearly crashed into him.
“Rolf!”

Round blue eyes blinked at Harry before the man let out a gasp. “Oh. Harry! Come on. It’s time.”

Harry furrowed his brows in confusion, but Rolf was already halfway down the hall. Harry blinked back through the open doorway and reached over to close it wondering where Luna was when Rolf’s meaning sank in. “Oh,” Harry cried, pulling the door closed and hurrying after Rolf.

Even with his Auror training, Rolf was still faster than Harry and was already pacing outside the door to the private room Poppy had set aside for Luna when Harry reached the infirmary. The door opened and Poppy stepped out. Harry caught sight of Luna on a bed, a calm look on her face even as sweat dampened her hair and beaded her forehead.

“She is still in early labor,” Poppy informed them, “and I believe we still have some time before she moves into active labor. If there is anyone else you would like to contact, Mr. Scamander, now would be an ideal time.”

Rolf gave an odd sort of nod that consisted of his head making a circle. “Um, her father. Oh, and Ginny. I don’t know how to get in touch with her.”

Harry placed a hand on Rolf’s shoulder and the man turned frantic eyes to him. “Go be with Luna. I’ll contact Xenophilus and Molly; she’ll know how to reach Gin.”

Rolf gave a nod and Poppy led him into Luna’s room. Harry turned and left the infirmary to head to Snape’s office. Snape was bent over his desk and looked up when Harry walked in.

“That was a short visit,” he said as he dropped his quill.

“Actually, I just came to use your Floo. Luna’s gone into labor and I need to contact Mr. Lovegood and Molly.”

Snape paused in standing from his desk. “Molly?”

“She’ll know how to get in touch with Ginny,” Harry explained. Snape gave a nod and motioned towards his Floo. Harry quickly contacted Xenophilus who immediately stepped through and was led to the infirmary by Snape. Harry’s next call was to the Burrow, and he wasn’t surprised when Hermione answered the Floo.
“Harry. What’s wrong?”

He chuckled at her knee-jerk reaction. “Nothing. Can you have Molly get in touch with Gin? Luna’s gone into labor.”

Hermione’s face beamed with a smile. “That’s wonderful. Ginny is actually here. I’ll let her know and we’ll be right over.”

True to her word, less than five minutes later Hermione, Ron, Ginny, and Molly stepped through the Floo. They made their way to the hospital wing only to find Luna had just moved into active labor. Xenophilus sat quietly outside the door and Ginny was pulled into the room to help keep Rolf calm. Harry stepped over to where Snape was looking out a window. The man turned at his approach.

“I see you found a gaggle of Weasleys.”

Harry chuckled. “They do tend to travel in packs.” Snape gave a snort. “Snape-“

“You may call me ‘Severus’ if you wish,” the man said out of nowhere, causing Harry to blink in surprise. He gave a nod of his head.

“Severus,” he repeated, “I was thinking. About Luna’s ritual. She only took on the role as carrier of the heir. Do you think we should have Professor Flitwick here when the baby is born? Just in case there is any magical backlash.”

Snape scrutinized Harry for a long minute before giving a slow nod. “Perhaps it would be for the best. We have never experienced an heir born in the castle. I will send for him.” Harry expected Snape to pull out his Patronus so was surprised when the man merely snapped and a house elf appeared beside him. “Please inform Filius that Mrs. Scamander has gone into labor and the Ravenclaw heir will be born soon. He should be in the infirmary.”

The elf bowed. “Yes, headmaster. Elly will tell Fessy Flitty.” And she popped away.

Snape turned and raised a brow at Harry who only chuckled and conjured chairs for them to sit in.

The hospital slowly filled over the next hour as word spread through the castle. Filius paced back and forth while Molly sat quietly knitting a pair of small blue and bronze beanies Harry assumed were for the babies. Pomona appeared with knitted blankets that matched the beanies, and Minerva appeared with two stuffed eagles. Harry almost feared Hagrid would bring the real thing and apparently wasn’t the only one as he shared a look of relief with Ron when the half-giant appeared with stuffed dragons.

The low murmur of conversation in the infirmary ended with a combined gasp as Harry and the others felt a rush of magic wash over them. Harry felt an even deeper connection to the castle. He gave a small jerk as Snape’s hand squeezed Harry’s knee. Harry looked over to see Snape’s dark eyes wide in surprise and his cheeks flushed. Snape blinked rapidly before letting out a breath of air.

“Wow,” Snape whispered.

The others whispered excitedly as well. Star, who had joined them at some point, let out an exclamation of joy. Their excitement was interrupted by the sound of a loud infantile wail and they all turned eagerly to the door. The room filled with tension until another wail sounded a quarter hour later.

It was another ten minutes before the door opened and a smiling Ginny stepped out. “Two healthy baby boys,” she announced proudly. “Mum and babies are doing well and recovering.”

The room seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and Xenophilus jumped to his feet and moved into the room. Harry let out an “oomph” as Star threw herself against Harry, her arms going around his neck.

“Isn’t it exciting?” Harry carefully extracted himself from her eager hug. “That was so exhilarating. Can you imagine what it will be like with more babies?”

Ginny approached them then, a wide smile on her face. “Did you feel that rush of magic when Lysander was born? Brilliant.”

Harry chuckled at Ginny’s enthusiasm but before he could answer Star turned to face Ginny and slipped an arm around Harry’s elbow, clutching him tightly to her. “It was amazing! Are you related to Ron? You look like him.”

Ginny gave her an odd look. “He’s my brother.”

“So you’ve known Harry since he was eleven?” Star interrogated.

Ginny’s brows remained furrowed as she spoke to Star. “Twelve, actually. Who are you?”

Star let out a giggle. “Sorry. Star Sm- er, Hufflepuff.”

Ginny gave a small nod. “Ah. Yeah, Hermione had mentioned they had found the Hufflepuff heir.” She turned a smile on Harry. “Guess that just leaves Slytherin, eh?”

Harry nodded and tugged gently on his arm, though Star held fast. “Yeah. Guess so.”

“Was the rush of magic any different for you?” Ginny asked. “I mean, it was pretty cool for me and I’m not an heir.”

Harry beamed at his friend. “It was pretty amazing, though I think it affected Snape even more. You know, since he’s headmaster.”

“Why would it affect Harry more than you?” Star quizzed, causing Ginny to give her another odd look.

“Because he’s the Gryffindor heir,” Ginny said slowly as if speaking to a child.

Star jerked back allowing Harry to extricate his arm. “You are?”

Harry felt himself blush. “Er, yeah. Guess it just hasn’t come up.”

Ginny chuckled and dropped an arm around Harry’s shoulder, pulling him to her side. “You’ll have to forgive our Harry. He’s a bit shy when it comes to talking about himself.”

Star gave a strained giggle. “Oh, that’s okay. I’m sure I can get him to come out of his shell with enough time.” Ginny shot Harry a look, and he felt his cheeks burning. This was becoming quite awkward.

“Mr. Potter.” Harry turned gratefully at the sound of Poppy’s voice. “Mrs. Scamander would like to see you and Mrs. Wood.”

“Of course, Madame,” Harry replied eagerly.

“Before you go,” the mediwitch interrupted as Ginny pulled her arm from Harry’s shoulder and headed back to Luna’s room. Harry nodded at the mediwitch, “just a small bit of insight, Mr. Potter. This was probably the easiest birthing I have attended, and I do not doubt that it was due to the castle’s magic. When the time comes for you and your chosen partner to have a child, I highly suggest you be the one to carry it.” They ignored Star’s aborted “what?” as Poppy continued. “Male pregnancies are quite delicate and the birthing even more so. The castle’s magic will, of course, help your child’s carrier, but I imagine it will be much smoother for you. Just a thought. Now, go see Mrs. Scamander.”

Harry gave the mediwitch a nod. “Thank you. I will keep that in mind." Harry caught Snape’s eye as he turned and gave the man a nod before heading to the room.

“Why would Harry carry a baby?” Star demanded softly.

“Because Mr. Potter is gay,” Poppy said sternly. Harry glanced guiltily back at Star’s gasp, but his eyes landed on a smug looking Snape instead. Confused about what Snape had to be smug about, Harry made his way to Luna and her new babies.

Which he was apparently godfather to. Luna and Rolf had asked both he and Ginny to be godparents, and they both quickly and happily agreed. Harry was handed a small infant with curling gold locks and the familiar baby-blue eyes he’d seen in his other godchildren. It occurred to Harry that if another disaster ever befell the Wizarding world he would need a larger house with all the godchildren he was accumulating. After a private visit with his godsons, Harry and Ginny left to allow the other visitors to see the newborns. It barely registered that Star had disappeared as Harry was too busy telling Snape the good news. Snape offered congratulations to he and Ginny both before offering Harry a drink in his office. It was quite late by the time he returned home.

School had just let out when Hermione tracked Harry down in Snape’s office. They were settled around the fireplace sipping tea and getting caught up since they’d had little opportunity the last few weeks with OWLs, NEWTS, and end of year exams. The Floo flashed green and Hermione’s head poked out.

“Oh, good. You’re both here,” she said as she waved soot from her face. “Then I’ll only have to say this once. We’ve possibly located the Slytherin heir.” Harry felt Severus perk up at her words. “Unfortunately, it seems Salazar started some sort of little tribe in the Amazons, so it will be an adventure getting there.”

Severus gave a soft snort. “Have fun with that, Ms. Granger. I’m afraid I have too many end of year items to deal with.”

Hermione glared at Severus as he waved his hand towards his desk, and Harry bit back a snort. Hermione turned to him, and Harry sucked his lips in guiltily. “I will need your help, Harry.”

Harry blinked at her. “Mine?”

“Yes. From what my investigator managed to find out the tribe specializes in a language called…” she twisted her lips in several odd ways before waving her hand as if to push the word aside. “Roughly translated it means ‘Serpent Speak’.”

“Parseltongue,” Harry sighed and Hermione nodded.

“Yes. They speak other languages in order to communicate outside their tribe, but it would be quite advantageous if we could approach them in their own tongue.”

Harry nodded. “Yes. I see what you mean. Alright. When did you want to go?“

“The sooner the better. I know most of your people are off this week with the start of summer holidays, so we can try for next week if you wish.”

Harry gave another nod. “I believe that would be best. Let me check with Stacy to make sure there’s nothing major going on, and I will send you a plane Monday.”

“Excellent,” Hermione said adding her goodbyes before pulling from the green flames.

Harry let out a sigh and turned to Severus. “Guess this means I’ll be missing our tea next week.”

Severus’s lips quirked in a slight smirk. “Ms. Hufflepuff will be even more heartbroken not to catch a glimpse of you.”

Harry tossed a biscuit at Severus. “Hush, you.”

Harry expected a guide in khaki clothes and hard pith helmet, or, at the very least, some Indiana Jones-styled man with a heavy machete. Instead, what they got was a rounded man with five-day-old stubble in green shorts and Hawaiian shirt in a beat up once-beige jeep. Apparently there would be no hacking their way through dense jungle vines in search of forgotten Amazonian temples to look for some ancient key that would open the doorway to the lost civilization of Slytherin. Harry thought perhaps he might have watched one too many muggle adventure flicks.

He and Hermione held onto the metal frame of the jeep for dear life as they bumped their way down a dirt road. They traveled for nearly two hours before their guide stopped at the entrance to a cave.

“I go no further,” he informed them tersely. “A guide will meet you at the cave entrance.”

He waved them out and backed away as soon as Harry and Hermione exited the vehicle. Hermione blinked at the retreating driver.

“Well!” she huffed before pulling the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder. “I suppose we hope the villagers are of a nicer variety.”

Harry bit back a chuckle as he followed her to the mouth of the cave. Just as they reached the darkened opening a tall snake popped up in front of them. Hermione jumped back with a “oh!” and Harry fingered his wand as he carefully moved forward. The snake let out a hiss.

“Don’t move, strangers,” the snake hissed as he swayed side to side. “Iderisss isss on hiss way.” The snake darted its head forward causing Hermione to jerk back with a small squeak. The snake let out a hissing laugh. “Silly girl. My kind iss not poissonouss. But you are fun to scare. And I am bored.” The snake began to move, circling Hermione as she stood tense. “Hiss. Hiss. I wonder if Iderisss will notice if I chase after that little mouse I smelled earlier. Ssssoooo bored.”

Harry could no longer hold in his laughter, startling Hermione and the snake both.

“Harry!” Hermione squeaked. He waved his hand as he tried to catch his breath.

“Sorry. Sorry. You’re safe, Hermione. This one isn’t going to hurt you. He’s just bored.”

The snake turned its dark eyes on Harry and tilted its head. “You understand me?”

Harry nodded. “Yes. Sorry. I don’t speak your language very often. Also, did you actually say ‘Hiss’?”

Harry was quite certain the snake would have rolled its eyes if it could. “It’s not as if most visitors can understand me. One hiss is the same as another.” The snake gave a jerk of his head. “Iderisss.” The snake darted into the blackness of the cave. “Iiiderrrisssss.”

Hermione glanced at Harry curiously, and Harry gave a shrug. “I think our new guide is approaching.”

She gave a nod, and they turned back to the cave in time to see the snake emerge beside a tall, dark-skinned man wearing bright orange robes that flowed around him like silk as he moved. His hair was pulled back in several tight dreads decorated with small sparkling gems and his dark skin glittered unnaturally with what Harry was fairly certain was makeup. Harry could only assume this was the Ideriss the snake spoke of. He carried a long wooden staff with an intricately carved snake head as the tip. He came to a stop mere feet from Harry and Hermione.

“Aswani says you speak our tongue,” he addressed Harry.

Harry gave a nod. “Aswani is bored and also plans to chase after a mouse he smelled earlier.”

“Traitor!” the snake hissed as it lunged towards Harry. Harry didn’t move so Aswani dropped to the ground with an angry hiss. Harry turned his attention to the laughing guide.

“I like you, stranger. I am Idieriss. Why have you sought our village out?”

Harry indicated Hermione. “My companion and I are searching for a villager by the name of Paulo Slytherin.”

The man gave a small jerk and moved his staff forward in an intimidating manner. “What business do you have with our leader?”

Leader? Damn. It was unlikely the man would agree to become the heir. “We wish to speak with him about his ancestor. Salazar Slytherin.”

The man’s eyes narrowed. “You know of our Great Founder?”

“Yes,” Harry agreed anxiously. “We know of his time before he settled here.”

“You know of the great Hogwarts?”

Harry smiled brightly and indicated himself and Hermione. “We come from Hogwarts.”

Ideriss snapped to attention at Harry’s words. “Follow me.”

He turned and headed towards the cave, Harry grabbed Hermione’s arm and tugged her along eagerly. “They know about Hogwarts,” he whispered excitedly to her.

“But how much?” she said back. “Are we sure we want someone with Salazar’s ancient beliefs representing the school? We have tried so hard since Voldemort to move past blood purity and all that.”

“Let’s just hear him out," Harry beseeched her. "We have to at least speak to the man. Ideriss said this Paulo fellow is their leader.” Hermione frowned, and Harry nodded his understanding. At least she hadn’t pulled the research team from the Slytherin line.

They came out of the other end of the cave to a quaint village filled with stone houses and bricked shops. It easily could have been Hogsmeade if it weren’t for the humidity and lack of castle in the background. Men, women, and children stood around in elaborate robes that flowed with the breeze that swept gently through the valley. The women’s robes seemed to be made of sterner fabric than the delicate cloth that draped the men’s bodies. Young children of all ages and genders ran around the dirt-packed lane in loose robes of light blue or indigo. A trio of boys sat on the edge of a large fountain chatting while a group of girls played in the water, splashing each other with water and laughing. A pile of wet clothing was draped over the edge of the fountain, the hems muddied with the nearby dirt. Harry assumed they belonged to the girls since they only wore brown leather skirts around their waists and a swath of fabric tied around their necks and chest to preserve their modesty. Interestingly enough, the older boys barely paid any attention to the half-naked teenager girls as they chatted.

Harry and Hermione continued to follow Ideriss through the village, garnering only a few glances along the way. They came to a large building that reminded Harry of Gringotts minus the dragon décor and grumpy goblins. Harry blinked his eyes into focus as they stepped into the cooled building and out of the sun. He noticed several women stationed along the interior of the building, each sporting wands and spears and wearing matching robes made of familiar dragon hide. More people passed through the atrium-like area; men sporting stylish robes and makeup, warrior women in leather robes and fierce frowns. Ideriss stopped at a door and held up a hand for Harry and Hermione to wait. He slipped through the door and returned a few minutes later, holding the door open. He waved a hand inside.

“Elder Paolo will see you.”

“Thank you,” Harry said with a nod as he pressed a hand to Hermione’s back to usher her in.

A bald man with bright green robes sat in a raised chair, his legs crossed and wand tapping against his knee. He had rings on every finger, glittering jewels hanging from his ear lobes, and an intricate necklace hung around his neck. Two more warrior women stood on either side of his throne. The man gave them an assessing look as they neared. He made a small motion with his hand and Harry and Hermione stopped only a few feet from the dais where he sat.

“Ideriss says you have come to speak of the great Salazar.” The man made a motion with his hand and Harry turned to see a very familiar statue. It was a replica of the one in the Chamber, monkey face and all. He let out a snort. “You have issue with our founder?”

Hermione desperately nudged Harry with a hiss and Harry shook his head.

“No. Sorry. I apologize. Only,” he motioned to the statue. “It seems Salazar never got over his ego. We have the same statue in his secret chamber beneath Hogwarts. Only…” Harry tilted his head a bit. “Yeah. I think ours is slightly bigger.”

“Ideriss says you speak the tongue.”

Harry turned back to the elder wizard. “Yes. Though I’m not related to Salazar Slytherin directly. We had thought his line died out,” Harry spoke the last part in English, hoping to include Hermione in the conversation.

The wizard made an arc with his wand. “The great Salazar settled here many years after he left the island with wives and children in tow.” Harry and Hermione shared a look. “They wanted a place they could live in peace and found it among a dying tribe of Amazons. Salazar healed them and was rewarded with the king’s daughter. Their firstborn was named heir to the throne and that is who I am descended from. Now, why have you sought us out after so many years?”

The man’s eyes landed on Hermione and Harry had a sneaking suspicion that, even though he spoke the tongue, she would be more accepted here than him. Hermione must have noticed as well. She gave a small curtsey.

“I am Hermione Granger-Weasley, and this is my friend and colleague Harry Potter. We have been trying to locate the descendants of the founders of Hogwarts. I don’t doubt that Salazar wrote of much of his accomplishments at the school.”

“He did, indeed,” Paolo agreed. “We have much of his writings in our archives.”

Hermione’s eyes lit up. “Do you?”

The man laughed not unkindly. “It is written in our tongue. Do you speak our tongue, lady witch?”

Hermione slumped in disappointment. “No.”

Paolo waved it off. “Continue.”

“Yes. Of course," Hermione shook her disappointment off. "Have you studied much of his writings pertaining to Hogwarts?”

“No,” the man replied. “But my son has.” Before Hermione could say anything else, Paolo turned to one of the women. “Send for Oson.” She hurried away, and Paolo turned back to them. “Your journey has been long. Refreshments?” He waved his wand and a table with four chairs appeared only a few steps from where they stood. “Please, sit,” he said as he rose and moved to sit at the chair closest to his throne. Harry and Hermione joined him. A moment later an odd-looking elf arrived with a platter of drinks and some sort of… something that looked mildly edible. Harry was fairly certain the thick cream was piled on dried bananas or possibly plantains though he’d never seen one before. The tea was an herbal concoction that smelled of roses but tasted sweet and left his mouth tingling.

Almost as if on cue, once they had finished pouring tea and filing their plates a young man pranced into the room. He wore flowing purple robes that matched the eyeshadow and lipstick he wore. His cheek bones were highlighted silver and his eyebrows had been penciled in. Delicate amethysts hung from his ears while a white lace choker done in a cross pattern adorned his neck. Unlike his father he only wore a single ring and his head sported an undercut with the top grown out and flipped to one side. He approached the table and bowed slightly.

“You called for me, father,” he said in what Harry would term a posh and cultured tone.

“Yes, Oson. Allow me to introduce you to our guests. Hermione Granger-Weasley and Harry Potter.” Oson turned slowly to them and blinked long lashes as his purple lips turned up in a slight smile.

“Good afternoon. It is lovely to meet you.”

“Our guests have come all the way from the island.” Paolo's words caught Oson’s attention and he gave a small jerk. “They wished to speak with us about Hogwarts.”

A bright smile lit up the man’s face and he let out a small squeal as he gave a small hop and clapped his hands. “Oh, excellent! Do tell me all about it.” He pulled out a chair and plopped down into it, grabbing Hermione’s hand between his own as if they were dear friends. “Is it really a castle? With turrets and towers? Has it got a moat? I always said it should have a moat.”

“Oson!” Paolo said sternly causing the man to let out a sigh and turn to fix his tea. Paolo turned back to them. “As I said, Oson has spent much of his life reading about Hogwarts. He even spent some time in Bogota researching current magical history.”

Hermione gave a nod. “Can you tell me if Salazar wrote of a ritual he and the other founders performed that would ensure the continuation of their line?”

“Oh, yes,” Oson said eagerly, forgetting about his tea now that it was fixed. “They built the castle using their greater family magic so ensured it would stay protected by the continuation of their line. It is one of the reasons the great Salazar settled here, to help ensure his line would continue.”

“Are you aware that several years ago a descendant of Salazar’s attempted to take over the wizarding world?” Harry put in, wondering if the man was aware of the blood war and his own stance on it. After all, Hermione had not been wrong. They didn't need to bring in another Voldemort, not one with what looked like his own army at his disposal. He'd heard about Amazonian warriors and wasn't keen on testing out the myths.

Oson made a face. “Yes. That nasty Vol-de-mort. Ooh. Are you that Harry Potter?” Oson clapped his hands again. “How exciting.” Harry felt his cheeks heat up with a blush, and Oson reached across the table to slap Harry’s hand playfully. “Now, none of that, sweetheart. So what does that nasty creature have to do with your lovely visit today?”

“Voldemort was the last to officially claim the title of Lord Slytherin,” Hermione picked the story back up after a shared look of relief at Harry. “It has recently come to our attention that his death, and the lack of named heirs, has caused the castle wards to begin to fade. About a year ago we began searching for the next line of heirs which led us to you,” Hermione motioned towards Paolo. “Originally, we determined to only offer the heirship to those that were in a position to uproot themselves and take on the responsibilities of the lord- or ladyship. We understand that might put you in an awkward position, Your… um-“

“Elder Paolo is fine, Lady witch.”

Hermione gave a nod. “Elder Paolo. Obviously your lineage is important to the people of this village so we would not wish to intercede in that. But, if perhaps, your archivist or historians could tell us who would be next in line and available to receive the lordship-“

“Nonsense,” Paolo cut her off with a small wave of his hand. "You are correct that I cannot uproot myself. My presence here is a comfort to my people. But Oson is available to take on the role.”

Harry glanced from Paolo to the practically bouncing Oson. “But, isn’t he your heir? In line for the throne?”

Paolo waved his hand. “Our first commitment is to Salazar’s line. I have a younger son that can take over the throne when my time comes. Besides, I believe Oson is more suited to this role you speak of than either his brother or myself. Oson is yet unmarried and enjoys the prospect of moving beyond our village.”

“Oh, thank you, father,” Oson squealed and smiled brightly at them. He turned to Hermione. “So, when can we leave?”

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at the man’s enthusiasm as Hermione answered him. “That is typically my question. We wouldn’t want to rush you.”

“Nonsense,” Paolo cut in. “Oson can be ready to leave in two days. He need only pack and attend his farewell dinner. You may stay here in the palace while you wait if you wish.”

“We appreciate that,” Hermione said with a polite smile. “Thank you.”

“Perhaps I can show you around the village,” Oson said eagerly as he stood. “I’m sure you must be curious about our tribe.”

“Oh, yes,” Hermione returned just as eagerly.

“Father?” Oson asked, turning his attention to the older man.

He gave a regal nod. “Do. And stop by the training grounds and inform your brother I wish a word with him.”

“Yes, father.” Oson motioned to them, and Harry and Hermione stood, following the man out of the castle.

He showed them around the small village, pointing out the stables of Thestrals, pottery shop, herbalists that was responsible for gathering and preparing potion ingredients, and the clothiers. Harry was surprised to see the wizard’s clothier displayed the more delicate fabrics he’d seen the men wearing while the witch’s clothier displayed what Harry would term ‘battle wear’ and said as much to Oson. The man laughed.

“I understand our society may not be what you are used to. Our women are warriors of immeasurable strength. They train for years in weaponry and battle magic.” He pointed towards a group of children where two young girls were doing a mock battle with wooden swords. Nearby several young boys were engrossed in a game that involved tossing rocks into a circle. “The boys are taught battle magic as well, and some even excel at it. But mainly it is the women’s area of expertise.”

“Then why is your community a patriarchy rather than a matriarchy?” Hermione asked, watching the children.

“The men see to our politics,” Oson answered, not sounding the least bit offended as Harry had expected. “The women see to our defenses.” He motioned to a field separated from the rest of the village by a wooden fence where several children of varying ages sat watching the warriors practicing in the open area. Harry watched as a tall woman wearing dark brown leather robes directed the group. A long spear was strapped to her back while a belt around her waist held at least two daggers and she held a wand in her hand. She yelled out orders as the other women went through a series of moves with their own spears. “As First Princess, it falls to my sister to train our future warriors. She prides herself on the guards and hunters she turns out each year. Ah. Carlos!”

A young man not much older than Teddy turned at Oson’s call and smiled brightly, his bright pink lips shimmering in the afternoon sun. He pushed away from the fence and glided over to where they stood; his eyes darted between Harry and Hermione and back to his brother.

“Oson. What brings you out on such a warm day?”

Oson motioned to Harry and Hermione. “We have visitors," he replied in English, "and father has allowed me to show them about on the condition I inform you he wishes a word.”

The boy’s hand fluttered up to smooth down his perfect hair. “I-is everything alright?”

Oson placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder and smiled encouragingly. “Everything is fine, Carlos. I believe you will find Father has some rather good news for you.” Oson leaned in to speak softly to the boy’s ear. “Heir Carlos.”

The boy jerked back, his eyes going wide. “Heir… But-” his eyes darted towards the visiting duo then back to Oson who gave a knowing smile. Carlos gave a small jump and moved towards Harry, throwing his arms around Harry and pressing a kiss to Harry’s lips. “Thank you, kind stranger. I never thought… Oh, my biggest dream… future king… I had only hoped…” The boy continued to babble in Parseltongue as he hugged and kissed Hermione as well.

“Er, quite an affectionate lot, aren’t they?” Hermione said as Carlos ran off. Oson giggled and continued with the tour of the small village.

The farewell dinner the following day was more of an all day event rather than a feast like they had at Hogwarts. People celebrated Oson throughout the day, toasting him and showering him with small gifts and amulets to help in his travels and future endeavors. And then it was time for them to return to England.
Oson spent an hour getting dressed and doing his makeup before it was time to catch the portkey, and Harry and Hermione shared a look when he stepped out of his room in dark green robes with eyeshadow and lipstick to match. His cheeks were dusted with a light pink and emerald earrings flashed from his earlobes. Harry had the fleeting thought that the man looked beautiful and would have wizards falling all over him. Too bad the man was straight. Although, Harry for one, did not find the over-feminine appearance attractive, he knew some would. They would have to make sure Oson was seen out with witches as soon as possible to make his preferences known.

They landed in the same room they had brought Star through, though thankfully the atrium wasn’t filled with reporters. It took only a matter of moments before Oson’s wand was registered with the Ministry and they were offered another portkey for Hogwarts leaving Hermione to head back to her office. Oson seemed to be about to jump out of his skin with excitement as they landed in the large courtyard. He gaped as he took in the giant castle.

“Oh, it’s amazing," he breathed out reverently. "Just like the picture Salazar drew in our history book. I can’t wait to explore it all.”

Harry chuckled and motioned towards the castle. “Come on. It’s the start of summer holidays so the students are gone, but the professors are still about.” Harry smiled at Oson’s excitement and led the man into the castle. Oson eyed the hourglasses filled with jewels. “It’s the house point counter. The jewels are constantly moving during the school year,” Harry explained. Harry tapped on the glass that held blue jewels. “It looks like Ravenclaw won the house cup this year.”

Harry led Oson into the Great Hall and the man let out a loud laugh when he spotted the ceiling. He turned and swooped Harry into a gleeful hug. Harry was getting used to the sudden shows of affection from the man by now so took it in stride. “Just amazing,” Oson said as he placed Harry back on his feet. “I can’t believe I’m actually here.”

Harry continued the tour through the school with Oson hugging or pressing kisses to Harry’s cheek with each new “amazing” thing. The library, the astronomy tower, even the moving staircases. They ran into Star on the way to Severus’s office and, for the first time since Luna had given birth, Star seemed her old, chipper self. They reached the Gargoyle and Harry gave the password so they could ride the stairs up.

Severus met them as they entered his office and took Oson in with a hard gaze. “I will summon Aurora.”

“Utterly amazing,” Oson said as he looked around the headmaster’s office.

“Mr. Slytherin,” they turned their attention to Severus. “The current head of Slytherin house will be joining us shortly. The ritual is quick and simple. The Castle will guide you in what to say. I suggest remaining seated for a moment afterwards, as we have discovered a slight backlash from the magic. Also, it will require Aurora and myself to be touching you in order to receive the castle’s blessing.”

Oson nodded. “Excellent. This is all quite exciting. I have been studying Salazar’s history for many years and to finally see his greatest work...”

There was a knock on the door a moment later, and Professor Sinistra walked in. She greeted them formally while Severus conjured chairs for the three of them to sit. They did so with Oson taking the middle chair before the others laid a hand on each arm. Oson closed his eyes and began to recite the words that each of the others had said before him. Harry watched Severus intently to see how this magic would affect him and reached out as Severus slumped forward slightly. Severus waved him off as he tilted his head back and took several deep breaths.

“Extraordinary!” Oson cried, jumping to his feet and pulling Harry in for yet another hug. He pressed his lips to Harry’s for a kiss before pulling back with a bright smile. “The most amazing magic.”

“I am not sure,” Severus said, standing from his chair so he was between Harry and Oson, “if Mr. Potter or Mrs. Granger-Weasley informed you, but we are seeking to rebuild the founders’ lines. Therefore, it will be impossible for you to marry another founder. Mr. Potter is off limits,” Severus snapped. A moment passed before he waved his hand towards Star, “As is Ms. Hufflepuff.”

And that’s when Harry knew. It was like a punch to the stomach as air seemed to fly from his lungs and his heart froze before it began to pound in his chest. Severus was jealous. Jealous of Oson, because he thought Oson had kissed him in a lover’s way. He’d been jealous of Star when she’d tried to get close to Harry and flirt with him. Severus Snape wanted him! This was… This was brilliant! Wonderful. Magnificent. In the words of Oson, amazing. Harry had been trying to push away the growing infatuation to the headmaster, but it had been futile. And now he didn’t have to.

Harry’s thoughts were interrupted by the pop of the Gringotts letter falling between Severus and Oson. Severus flicked his wand at the falling missive to summon it and handed it to Oson. “Are we clear?”

“Of course, Mr. Snape,” Oson said with a smile. “I will look for a strong witch that does not carry a Founder’s name. Now, what is this?” He took the missive from Severus and flipped it open to read. “A vault. How fun. When can we go to this Gringotts, Harry?”

“Er, tomorrow should be good,” Harry said, moving from behind Severus but resting a hand on the man’s back. "I’ll need to return to work soon, and I imagine Hermione and the school board will wish to introduce the new Founders line soon."

Severus gave a nod. “Yes. I have already spoken to the school board about having a press conference here in the Great Hall on August first. That will give the wards time to settle and strengthen before the students arrive.”

“Good,” Harry said, turning to Severus with a smile. “So, now that we are finished with all of this I hope our weekly teas won’t be interrupted again.”

“Let us hope,” Severus replied dryly, his dark eyes shooting towards Oson for a brief moment, and Harry nodded before saying his goodbyes and leaving Oson in the hands of Aurora and Severus.

Harry took Oson to Diagon Alley and Gringotts the next day. Unlike with Star, Oson was purposeful and business-like. They went straight to Gringotts where he collected a small amount of coins and several of the records in the vault. They stopped by both the book shop and Slug and Jiggers before Oson announced he was done. By the time Harry dropped the Slytherin off at Hogwarts, he had no doubts Severus would soon know Oson's preference. The man had barely stopped talking about Aurora the entire time.

The papers over the following weeks speculated on Oson's identity and which Founder he possibly descended from. There was also speculation on the man's relationship with Harry, which Severus snapped about over their weekly tea. Harry hid his smile behind his tea cup.

A week before the press conference, Harry and the others sat in on the first school board meeting with all four Founder Heirs in attendance. Due to the nature of the meeting, it was held in the Great Hall at Hogwarts. The meeting was held over lunch where the Founder Heirs were introduced. After a short review of the upcoming year the school board, staff, and Heirs visited for some time.

"It looks as though Mr. Slytherin is settling in."

Harry pulled his gaze from where he'd been watching Minerva coo over Lysander to locate Oson. He noticed Aurora standing next to the man who had his arm possessively around her waist. "It seems so. She seems a bit more stern than what I expected him to go for. But, to each their own," Harry added with a glance at Severus.

He gave a half nod. "She seems to have laid claim to him quickly under the guise of showing him around."

Harry shrugged. "If he's happy, I suppose."

Severus gave a small hum. "Well, two down I suppose. Only you and Ms. Hufflepuff left it seems."

Harry gave a soft hum. "Seems that way."

Severus gave him a curious look but before he could say anything they were joined by one of the board members.

A week later, Hermione made the announcement and introduced the Heirs on the steps of Hogwarts. As expected, there was quite the explosion at the news that Harry was Lord Gryffindor, but he did his best to keep the attention on the others. What surprised him most, though, was when Severus announced that the four Heirs would be present at the Welcoming Feast on the first.

Which is how Harry found himself seated between Severus and Minerva. Oson and Aurora were seated on the other side of Minerva with Pomona, Star, Fillius, Luna, and the twins on the other side of Severus. The castle seemed to shine and warm with the Heirs present to witness a sorting for the first time in over a thousand years. Others seemed to notice it as well as happy chatter filled the hall.

Harry and the staff clapped politely at each sorting, though Star clapped enthusiastically at each Hufflepuff sorted. The sorting finished and food was served. Conversation around the staff table flowed easily, and Harry felt content sitting beside Severus as they ate and chatted, occasionally turning their attention to their other dining partner.

After dessert, Severus stood to give the welcoming speech, make the announcements, and introduce the Heirs. After rounds of applause, the students were dismissed. Harry stood and wrapped a hand around Severus's wrist. Severus turned from looking out over the retreating students and black eyes met green.

"I told you what would happen if you invited me for dinner," Harry said softly, and Severus's eyes went wide for a moment. Harry waited for the man to move away or say something. Instead, Severus's lips quirked upwards.

"You'd best make it count then, Mr. Potter."

"I always make it count, Severus," Harry said as he slid his fingers around to cup Severus's head. He pulled the man closer and covered the thin lips with his own. His breath was torn from him at the first taste and he moved closer as Severus gripped his robe. Their lips moved over each other until Harry poked his tongue out and Severus eagerly opened for the kiss.

Harry wasn't sure if the Great Hall had truly gone quiet or if he just couldn't hear anything over the blood pounding in his ears. He had no idea how long they kissed before they broke apart for air and the sounds of the Great Hall rushed back at them.

"I think you're out," Harry said breathily, not daring to take his eyes off Severus.

"Too bad I'm already taken," Severus said, pulling Harry close to him once more and claiming his mouth. Harry gave a soft hum of delight and a dizzying sensation washed over him.

Severus stumbled back and glanced around them. "Wha-?"

Harry looked around to see they were in the middle of Severus's private rooms. He laughed. "I guess Hogwarts approves."

A door swung open causing Severus to scoff. "It seems so."

------------------------Two years later---------------------------

Harry blinked at Poppy. "That's it?"

"Well, I did warn you," she said as she handed the squalling infant over to Severus.

The headmaster cooed down at their daughter as he brought her over for Harry to inspect. Harry smiled down at the babe he'd carried for nearly nine months. She was perfect, and it was already evident she'd have Severus's eyes.

"You did great, Harry."

Harry chuckled at his husband. "I barely did anything."

"I expect mine to go just as smoothly, Poppy," Aurora Slytherin said as she and Oson appeared in the doorway of the room. She rested a hand on her barely rounded belly. "Congratulations, Harry. Severus. Oson felt her on the way up."

"The twins will be excited to have another playmate," Oson said, moving over to inspect the baby. "A strong warrior. Congratulations. Her magic is strong."

"An excellent addition to the castle," Minerva said, pushing her way forward and exchanging the newborn for a stuffed lion.

Severus blinked at Minerva and turned to look down at Harry. "Not even an hour old and I've already lost her to the lions."

Harry smiled up at his husband and placed a hand on the beloved cheek. "Oh, Sev. You lost her to the lions the day we married."

Severus gave a mock sigh. "For better or worse."

Harry laughed and pulled him down for a quick kiss. He pulled back to see others had arrived including several redheads. Star would be upset she'd missed the birth, but he wasn't about to interrupt her honeymoon. Who'd have guessed she would have connected to Colin Creevey of all people? It was an odd relationship, but it worked. Not that Harry had anything to talk about. He glanced over to see Severus taking little Eileen back from Minerva, and the two friends cooed over the baby.
Despite the ease of the labor, Harry was feeling sleep pull at him, and he allowed himself to slip under. He smiled at how much things had changed since that day Severus had walked into his office looking for an Unspeakable. It really wouldn't be long before there was a whole new generation of Founders running around Hogwarts, and his and Severus's children would be right there among them.