VII
“Normal speech”
“All-speech”
‘thoughts’
“Animal speech”
‘mind speech’
“Foreign speech”
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“left hook! Right hook! Stab! Overhead! Underhand! Left again!” Godric’s voice sounded across the courtyard at 6 o’ clock in the morning, it had been a month since that little trip to Gringotts and Harry had been plunged into training. Each morning Godric woke him at 5:30 to start his physical training, after running for half-an-hour they took out his twin swords, which now had a rune chain each with kept them from being disarmed, and did some practises. They weren’t allowed to duel yet, Salazar’s opinion, as harry wasn’t nearly at the same level as his godfather, but that would start in a month or so when harry had the basics down.
Godric also taught him how to handle his dagger, which had almost immediately been soaked in basilisk venom and cerbris tears. How to throw his knives, which were riddled by runes so they would teleport back to him if called. It was almost scary how good aim he had when throwing his knifes, and when Godric threw them back once, his inhuman reflexes caught them with ease.
And last but not least Godric offensive and defensive magic. His wand, whilst great, was something harry strangely did not have to rely on: he could easily cast all his spells wandlessly. Rowena on the other hand taught him everything charms and transfiguration, as well as spell crafting. His mother taught him about silent casting and caring for creature’s, witch thankfully went better than herbology. At the end of each week, his father taught him how to incorporate all magics and duel. Besides that there were all of his passive magic lessons of course, whilst he was already a runes and potions master, he didn’t care for one in arithmancy, he still struggled to find interests in the stars, and divination really was a flop.
“left hook! Stab! Right hook! Underhand! Overhead! Rest!” at Godric’s last cry Harry thankfully let his swords down. “Time for breakfast, and don’t forget, the students will be arriving. Go clean-up”
At that, the sweaty boy thankfully headed towards his rooms to shower and washed up. When he walked out of his bathroom, his dad was seated on his bed. “Morning, Snakelet!” he said cheerfully
“Morning, dad” he answered just as
“the students arrive at 12, ready to go to breakfast?”
“will I be having spell crafting with auntie Row?” harry asked
“you bet!” came his father’s cheerful response, “do you really think that Rowena would let a lesson fall for the mere reason that students are arriving?”
“true, I suppose. Shall we go down?” harry conceded with his father
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In the great hall his mother and auntie row where already seated with the now 2-year-old Helena in between them, his godfather was nowhere to be seen. Little Helena was happily eating her mashed potatoes as the two women where conversing about how to sort, seat and arrange sleeping quarters for the students.
“why don’t we just use Julius?” harry asked suddenly
“Good morning to you to, young man” Helga said, “and what do you mean, use Julius?”
“well, Jules is rather good at leglimancy, so he could just see who has what traits and sort them accordingly… we’ll have to let him swear an oath to never reveal any secrets and those that can occlude and keep him out would just let him in”
“so you want to use your little brother whom only survived because merlin trapped him in my hat and have him sort the students?” Godric asked, just walking in
“well… yes? I mean he often complains about his life being boring and him never being able to help the school like I was with the wards so…” harry trailed off
“that’s.. actually not that bad of an idea” Rowena said with a calculating tone, “harry is the only one of us that can keep him out, so that wouldn’t be a problem, and the oath thingy would also help settle students… let’s ask him”
“and what if his parents don’t agree with that?” Salazar asked, not really meaning it
“then his parents would just have to suck it up” Godric said cheerfully
With a last look at his mother, harry puffed out took Julius from the shelve in his dad’s study and puffed back in, “hello, little brother” he said cheerfully
“you know I hate it when you do that, har…” Julius answered
“yeah, yeah, I know… but we have a question!” harry said
“oh?”
“Son, how would you like to sort the students? You’ll be tied into the magics of the school and enter their minds to sort them where ever you think would be best” Salazar said
“”that would be great!” Jules readily agreed
“you would have to take an oath to never tell, in their head or any other way, anyone a student’s secret or anything you see within their mind without spoken permission.” Rowena added
“I, Julius Darrius Slytherin, do swear upon my life and magic to never tell, trough spoke word or any other way, a student’s secret or anything I see within their mind without spoken permission from said person, or may I lose my magic, as I say it, so mote it be” a golden glow emitted from a small part of the hat, “that was less impressive than I had hoped it would be” he said pitifully
“now that has happened, can we eat?” harry asked with a rankling stomach
Helena agreed with a loud burp and a giggle
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A small chatter sounded trough the hall as the 20 students the surrounding villages had sent, plus harry, formed a row to the hat that lay sleeping on a stool, the ages ranged from 14 to 6. It was 12:30 and harry was really dreading to let his little brother into his mind, at least he couldn’t share it with anyone. He barely listened to Rowena explaining the process of sorting and almost jumped a foot when a voice from behind him said “hello, my name is alexander, who are you?”.
As he turned around, he saw a small boy standing there, no older than 6. He had brown hair and a really pale skin, paired with very grey eyes. “I am Hariwalt Godric Slytherin, heir to house Slytherin” his father had said that he shouldn’t use his full name here… “are you a commoner?” he asked, just to be sure
“And an orphan, so what if I am?” alexander asked
“Nothing” harry quickly reassured, “I am just curios, you have some features that would lead you to believe that you are from a noble stand-”
As he was trying to explain, he was cut of by a sharp cry of “No-Name, Alexander” coming out of the throat of Rowena
After some consideration, Julius said “Slytherin”, And so, The bloody baron was sorted.