𝕸idnight 𝕽ain / Not everyone are the same, some heroes are called villains
chapter five ━━ Eyes don't lie
( Sorting hat )

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☪︎┇     THE DOOR SWUNG AT ONCE. A,   
tall black-haired witch in emerald    green robes stood there.

Lucerys tilted his head slowly. He was find it amusing the similarities between his own grand-mother and the stern woman on the screen.

She had a very stern face and Ambrosia's first thought was that this was not someone to cross. "The firs' years here, Professor McGonagall," said Hagrid. "Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

She pulled the door wide. The entrance
hall was so big. The stone walls were lit with flaming torches like the ones at Gringotts, the ceiling was too high to make out, and a magnificent marble stair case facing them led to the upper floors.

Rhaena gasped out. She was mesmerized
by the view. It was so beautiful and breath taking. Not as beautiful as their dragons but still.

"I wish to live there." Whispered Joffrey with a smile plastered on his face. Once that rarely appeared after the death of his
sweet older and only sister.

"How beautiful." Daemon looked at his wife and agreed with her. He found it amazing but he would never say it out loud.

They followed Professor McGonagall
across the flagged stone floor. Ambrosia could hear the drone of hundreds of
voices from a doorway to the right the
rest of the school must already be here but Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall.

Hogwarts.

From the internal view, everyone were hypnotised. It was prettier than any place they ever saw in their life. The Targaryen were proud of Ambrosia to be going there.

"The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room."

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin."

Corlys found the people who created that school to be very smart. But also stupid as what if the hat get manipulated or used in
a bad way, placing someone in a house with loyal and naive students, the eprson would easily take advantage of theim and be very powerful and unstoppable.

"Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rulebreaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours."

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place
in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as  you can while you are waiting."

Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville's cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Ron's smudged nose. Ambrosia nervously tried to flatten her hair. "I shall return when we are ready for you," said Professor McGonagall.

"Her untameable hair is still there, I see." Mused Daeron with a grin. He remembered the all times, him and Lucerys would tried to make Jacaera's hair straight. Never work.

"Please wait quietly." She left the chamber. Ambrosia exhaled. "Wow,she has that aura that make me stay quiet." Ambrosia giggled.

"You bet she does!" Ron grinned.

They kept their eyes fixed on the door. Any second now, Professor McGonagall would come back. Then something happened that made him jump about a foot in the air several people behind him screamed.

"What the?"

"Is that a ghost?!" Screamed Alicent, her oldest son covered his ears with his hands.
"Gods, woman, can you lower your voice?!"

Daemon's arms were wrapped around Rhaenyra's neck while he was sitting on
her lap with a terrified look. Baela side
eyes with Rhaena. Daemon Targaryen,
the rogue prince was scared of ghost?

"The definition on who wear the pant in the relationship." Viserys muttered quietly, his eyes on his younger brother. He too was a little surprised at seeing ghost but still.

Daemon looked traumatized.

She gasped. So did the people around her. About twenty ghosts had just streamed through the back wall.

Pearly-white and slightly transparent, they glided across the room talking to one another and hardly glancing at the first years. They seemed to be arguing. What looked like a fat little monk was saying: "Forgive and forget, I say, we ought to give him a second chance."

"My dear Friar, haven't we given Peeves all the chances he deserves? He gives us all a bad name and you know, he's not really even a ghost, I say, what are you all doing here?"

"So cool!!"

"I want to see one." Mumbled Daeron firmly.

A ghost wearing a ruff and tights had suddenly noticed the first years. Nobody answered. "New students!" said the Fat Friar, smiling around at them. "About to be Sorted, I suppose?" A few people nodded mutely.

"Hope to see you in Hufflepuff!" said the Friar. "My old house, you know." "Move along now," said a sharp voice.

"I find the name of each house quiet, hm cute." Lucerys nodded, agreeing with his
mother.

"The Sorting Ceremony's about to start." Professor McGonagall had returned. One by one, the ghosts floated away through
the opposite wall. "Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told the first years, "and follow me."

Feeling oddly as though her legs had turned to lead, Ambrosia got into line behind a boy with sandy hair, with Ron behind her, and they walked out of the chamber, back across the hall, and through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall.

Ambrosia had never even imagined such
a strange and splendid place. It was lit by thousands and thousands of candles that were floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting. These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets.

"So magnificient." Whispered Rhaena in aww at the castle she was seeing. It was bright like fire. Baela loves fire and Rhaena
loves Rhaena. She wondered if they could ever see it in real life.

At the top of the hall was another long table where the teachers were sitting. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so that they came to a halt in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.

The hundreds of faces staring at them looked like pale lanterns in the flickering candlelight. Dotted here and there among the students, the ghosts shone misty silver. Mainly to avoid all the staring eyes, Ambrosia looked upward and saw a velvety black ceiling dotted with stars.

She heard Hermione whisper, "Its bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History." was hard to believe there was a ceiling there at all, and that the Great Hall didn't simply open on to the heavens.

"Oh." Echoed in the room.

"I wanna be witch!" Grinned Aegon III, the son of Rhaenyra clapped his hand happily.
He was unfortunately unaware of the new future, the fourteen have granted him.

"Wizard, little one." Said Adam amused.

Ambrosia quickly looked down again
as Professor McGonagall silently placed
a four-legged stool in front of the first
years. On top of the stool she put a pointed wizard's hat. This hat was patched and frayed and extremely dirty.

Aunt Petunia wouldn't have let it in the house. She would throw a trantum amd have it taking a bath.

"I would too." Said Baela bluntly.

"It is as wise as a dragon." Aegon II heard his sister-wife whispered quietly at Baela's comment. He rolled his eyes, mumbling about her being being crazy.

Maybe they had to try and get a rabbit out of it, Ambrosia thought wildly, that seemed the sort of thing noticing that everyone in the hall was now staring at the hat, she stared at it, too. For a few seconds, there was complete silence. Then the hat twitched. A rip near the brim opened wide like a mouth and the hat began to sing:

"Hold up─" Aegon pointed a finger at the screen. "I may be a drunkard man but I sober enough to hear and see the word singing and a hat do. not. sing." He pointed out, being a little bit too smart for his own good.

Alicent listened to her son's words and nodded slowly.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

"Holy shit─!" Daemon grinned at the sight of that hat. "Its actually singing." Rhaenyra herself was amaze and surprise.

"Sing!" Jaehaerys said quietly.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting
Hat And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart

Rhaenyra looked at her sweet son and daughter, Lucerys and Jacaera, were so brave and daring. It melt her heart yet
had always made her worried.

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffis are true
And unafraid of toil;

"Thats you." Lucerys pointed at Adam.

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Helaena smiled at the name.

Alicent was sure that her daughter and grandchildren belonged to that house. Jaehaera and Jaehaerys maybe but she
was not sure about Maelor and Daeron
who she haven't heard much from for a long amount of time. She missed him.

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.

"I suppose that I would have been at Gryffindor while you Daemon is totally
a slytherin." Said Rhaenyra amused, her
sweet Egg was probably in Hufflepuff or
Slytherin, Baela in slytherin with Rhaena
in Ravenclae or Hufflepuff. How fun.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It bowed to each
of the four tables and then became quite still again. "So we've just got to try on the hat!" Ron whispered to Ambrosia. "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."

Ambrosia grinned. "I will be in Gryffindor! Aunty told me that my parents were there, I could also be in Ravenclaw! I love blue but red stays on top!" She rambled.

"So her parents were Gryffindor." Otto mumbled. He wondered if he could use
something from those information

"I wish they had a house for color Black.
It could have been Dragonstone or something." She added slowly, she had thought that Ron had stop listening but she found the red head staring at her, taking in some of her words.

Dragonstone, it came out so easily that it reminded her something familiar.

Rhaenyra placed her hand on her mouth. Her daughter was remembering things.  Even if it was just one of the seven kingdoms it still mean a lot to Rhaenyra.

"That would have been cool." He smiled. She too smiled back at him.

Professor McGonagall now stepped forward holding a long roll of parch ment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"

A pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes,
and sat down. A moments pause "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat.

"So this is how it works." Aemond mused to himself.

The table on the right cheered and clapped as Hannah went to sit down at the Hufflepuff table. Ambrosia saw the ghost of the Fat Friar waving merrily at her. "Bones, Susan!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" shouted the hat again, and Susan scuttled off to sit next to Hannah. "Boot, Terry!" "RAVENCLAW!"

The table second from the left clapped this time; several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry as he joined them.

"They are very nice."

"Brocklehurst, Mandy" went to Ravenclaw too, but "Brown, Lavender" became the first new Gryffindor, and the table on the far left exploded with cheers; Ambrosia could see Ron's twin brothers catcalling.

"Bulstrode, Millicent" then became a Slytherin. Perhaps it was Ambrosia's
imagination, after all she'd heard about Slytherin, but she thought they looked like an unpleasant lot. Green, ugh.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!" "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Sometimes, Ambrosia  noticed, the hat shouted out the house at once, but at
others it took a little while to decide. "Finnigan, Seamus," the sandy-haired
boy next to her in the line, sat on the
stool for almost a whole minute before
the hat declared him a Gryffindor.

"He was the boy standing behind her, no?"
Rhaena whispered to her sister. "Yes, Rhae."

Rhaena raised a brow. Rhae, it could also
be her grandmother Rhaenys and her step
─mother, Rhaenyra. She wondered if she was name mostly after them. Would have make sense with how obsessed her father seemed to be with Rhaenyra.

"Granger, Hermione!" Hermione almost ran to the stool and jammed the hat eagerly on her head. "GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. Ron groaned.

"I had swear that she would have been
in Ravenclaw." Aegon snickered.

"No wonder, you are useless, nobody can deal with your stupidy. Only our mother, then again you both share the same brain." Aemond said without pity.

Alicent was hurt by her second and favorite son's words. Where did she
go wrong with them? Why does she,
Rhaenyra have children that love her
unconditionnaly while hers hate her?

When Neville Longbottom, the boy who kept losing his toad, was called, he fell over on his way to the stool. The hat took a long time to decide with Neville. When it finally shouted, "GRYFFINDOR,"

"He reminded me Luke." Joffrey said softly, hugging his brother's waist tightly.

Neville ran off still wearing it, and had to jog back amid gales of laughter to give it to "MacDougal, Morag."

Malfoy swaggered forward when his name was called and got his wish at once: the hat had barely touched his head when it screamed, "SLYTHERIN!" Malfoy went to join his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking pleased with himself.

"Probably ome of that hightower cunt's son that was stolen by the Gods." Daemon said, rolling his eyes. Baela always noticed the beef between the dowager Queen and her father. Were both fighting for the Realm's delight's attention?

Well who could ever blame them?

There weren't many people left now. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a
pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil"
then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then,

"CORVUS ROSIER!"

"Oh! Its the pretty boy with those pretty
sea green eyes!" Smiled Rhaena. She loved anything that are related to the sea.

Sea Princess, Lucerys once called her.

The hall tensed, those who knew that name lower their eyes and those who didn't even looked up in confusion but no one dare to look at him in the eyes except for Ambrosia. She noticed that the elders were scared of the boy, a eleven year old boy.

Seriously?

"Well no matter the age, even children
can be dangerous. Some are just attention seeker since the have mommy issues." Corlys was very dramatic when he said those words.

He shivered, feeling the cold glares being sent to him. Daemon, Rhaenyra, the four halfbloods of Viserys, a long side Alicent.

"SLYTHERCLAW!"

"A minute please─"

"Shut it, Aegon."

Chaos errupted in the hall. Everybody were murmuring to themselves about the cruel boy with sea green eyes.

Dumbledore stood up and walked to the hat. "There must be an error!" For the first time in centuries, someone have been placed in two different houses.

"Thats why they are so surprise? There is always one time for everything like, only idiot would marry an Hightower, two did. Maegor and Viserys, huff." This time, it was Rhaenys who said that.

Daemon laughed at Viserys and Alicent's flushed face.

"There is no error!" Exclaimed the hat. "The boy belongs in both houses." Corvus raised a brow and turn away from Dumbledore, he was going toward Ravenclaw with while staying emotionless.

"He was sort in two houses."

"That never happen before!"

"He is quiet cold."

"Great, we get another smart arse."

"Hey!" Lucerys didn't like how judge
mental some of those students were. It
was probably the first time they meet that person yet they kept murmuring as if he couldn't hear them.

At last "AMBROSIA POTTER!"

Soon the attention diverted to her. Every eyes were on her. Except his. She walked toward the hat gracefully, her chin high. She sat down on the chair and wait for the hat to sort her.

"Potter, did she say?"

"Nope. Pottah." Aegon II rolled his eyes.

"The Ambrosia Potter?"

"The girl who lived?"

"Quiet a dramatic title." Said Mysaria, ger arms crossed under her chest. Her eyes on the scream.

"Why is this street whore here?" otto commented shamlessly.

Before Mysaria could replied, the Black Queen had already talked in her place, her lilac eyes being cold and unforgiving. "You should watch your mouth, Otto. We were to react to the life of my daughter whose life was taken by your kinslayer grandson, leave that woman out of it and keep quiet like the good dog you are and is to be."

At her words, Otto was silenced.

The last thing  she saw before the hat dropped over her eyes was the hall full of people craning to get a good look at her. Next second she was looking at the black inside of the hat. She waited. "Hmm," said a small voice in her ear.

"Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, A my goodness, yes and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting.... So where shall I put you?"

"Why is he asking her?" Whispered Daemon to Rhaenyra who had calm
down. "I am as curious as you are,
do not ask me, Daemon!"

Ambrosia gripped the edges of the stool and thought, Gryffimdor, Gryffindor.

"Gryffindor? Are you sure?" Said a small voice. "You could do great in Ravenclaw and Slytherin."

Aemond's eyes light up. He wanted her to be in Spytherin. It was green, his maternal family's color. He was sure that his Jacaera
would look good in green.

"Ravenclaw?" She glanced at the dirty golden blonde hair boy then turned to Malfoy. "No." She said firmly. "Gryffindor."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Aegon found himself snickering at his little brother's defeated and annoyed face. And as always, Aegon can not help to see how pathetic his little brother was running after their niece who rather kill him than ever get in his bed.

Ambrosia heard the hat shout the last word to the whole hall. She took off the hat and walked shakily toward the Gryffindor table. Percy the Prefect got up and shook his hand vigorously, while the Weasley twins yelled, "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Rhaenyra was rather feeling torn. She moticed that everyone was being nice
to her daughter but seeing that she was
a savior as a baby make her anxious.

She had millions of thought and one of them was, 'What if they are only nice to
her because she is known as their hero?'
She pressed her lips together. She does
not find it fair if its the reason. She hoped
that her sweet girl will have true and loyal friends.

Ambrosia sat down opposite the ghost in the ruff she'd seen earlier. The ghost patted her arm, giving her the sudden, horrible feeling she'd just plunged it into a bucket of ice-cold water. She could see the High Table properly now. At the end nearest her sat Hagrid, who caught her eye and gave her the thumbs up.

Ambrosia grinned back. And there, in the center of the High Table, in a large gold chair, sat Albus Dumbledore.

"Okay, my Queen. Its so fucking creepy, the ressemblance between him and Otto the cunt," Daemon whispered to Rhaenyra.

"Father must be over the moon." Rgaenys coughed at Rhaenyra's words. She was not expecting that at all.

She recognized her at once from the card she'd gotten out of the Chocolate Frog on the train. Dumbledore's silver hair was the only thing in the whole hall that shone as brightly as the ghosts. She spotted Professor Quirtell, too, the nervous young man from the Leaky Cauldron. He was looking very peculiar in a large purple turban.

"Old people." She whispered.

"Young people."

And now there were only three people left to be sorted. "Thomas, Dean," a Black boy even taller than Ron, joined her at the Gryffindor table. "Turpin, Lisa," became a Ravenclaw and then it was Ron's turn. He was pale green by now. Ambrosia crossed her fingers under the table and a second later the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

She clapped loudly with the rest as
Ron collapsed into the chair next to
her. She would listened to the ghosts,
she snickered when the first one name Nearly Headless Nick scared the boys. She turned to Ron to listen to the non sense him and the ghost were speaking.

"I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy─" the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted. "Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasn't going at all the way he wanted.

"He seem cool, I wanna be his friend." Grinned Lucerys. Only he, would ever
thibk of befriending a ghost as his step
father seem to be horrified at the sight
of it.

Who know that Daemon could be a seer or better yet a dreamer as he was frighten by ghosts.

It seem that the sorting was yet to end
as another name was heard. "CALLISTO MALFOY!" Ambrosia raised a brow and
turn her head to the boy.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The slytherins was shocked that a Malfoy was put in Gryffndor. Every Malfoy have always sorted in Slytherin. Family thing.

"Dramatic much?" Baela rolled her eyes.

"I don't think so, sister. It seem like its an old tradition fot them to be at Slytherin so its must mean trouble if he or she ever get in another house." Rhaena explained.

Many takes in the boy's undearing look. His hair was in a mullet style, his long black hair from the back of his head
was pulled back in a low ponytail with
an elastic making it a wolf cut style.

He had some streak of white hair which he neither dyed or get from his family. His eyes was even more clear in the light, nothing like his brother, Draco Malfoy instead his was pure blue like the clear ocean. Ambrosia was adoring his cuteness.

"Aww." Rhaenyra smiled at the description of the name, she was sure that they were best friends to be. She also remembered how her sweet daughter saw everyone as cute.

Meanwhile Aemond felt frustrated at the sight of his Jacaera looking at another guy. She was his, she was suposed to be his wife, the mother of his children and the woman who was supposed to tend to his every needs.

His.

"Why is he here?!" Ron asked confused and outrage. Ambrosia send a warning glare at him. Ron shivered, even if it was just for a couple hours together, he likes Ambrosia's company, he really did not want to lose it so suddenly so he stayed quiet.

"I used to get those glares." Sulked Daemon, after all the Black Queen's daugher was not happy at her being wed again so Daemon and her had a very difficult relationship,
as Jacaera was protective over her mother.

Ambrosia turned to Callisto Malfoy who was talking toward the seat next to her. "I am sorry for his outburst, he is too quick to change, I will change that about him." She spoke to Callisto who turned to Ron while he tilted his head.

"A Wealsey." He said.

"What gave away? My red hair?" Said Ron, being snarky at him. "You were sorted not long ago, imbecile." Ron's cheek flushed at that fact while Ambrosia smirked at the use of french language.

"That's like the first time me and Aemond as well with Aegon talked sound like." Little Lucerys said quietly. He was looking down, his eyes harderning. He hate them. They took his only sister from him. They took his mother's first source of living. They took the Realm's angel. And for that, Lucerys will have their head on a spike.

"Heiress Potter." Callisto adressed her with her formal title. "Ambrosia is fine, Heir Malfoy." She winked at him. The boy was so different from the rude one from earlier. "I suposed that Callisto shall be fine with me." He flashed a smile for one second Ron forget that he was already a red head and turned redder.

Rhaenyra sent a knowing look with Mysaris who smile smugly in return. The Weasley boy looked like a tomato. Cute and round cheeks flushing like a maiden being flirt with the first time. "Oh, this is going to be interesting." She whispered.

Alicent caught the stared of both women, her eyes lingeting on them, a little too long fot Otto's liking but he stayed quiet. Guilt ran through Alicent. She wished she could go back to the past and be with her Nyra.

"First time I have ever seeing a Malfoy in Gryffindor." Percy Weasley who was one of Ron' brother said firmly. "Hm?" Then Callistor turned to him with an unim ─ pressed look.

"Three of my ancestors were sorted in Gryffindor, some maidens went in the famous Ravenclaw, yet none went to Hufflepuff so I am probably safe from getting disown." Ambrosia picked up
the sarcasticness in that sentence and
grin. They were going to get along just
fine.

"She still had her witt and sassy attidute ftom her delight of a mother." Flattered Daemon. Rhaenyra smiled, her fingers running through her sweet Aegon's hair.

"Never judge a book by its cover." Percy muttered and walked to one of his friend.

Criston Cole nodded, he was a fool to think that Rhaenyra was a sweet maiden she was just a whore and not fit for the throne, the dowager Queen was much better in his un- needed oponion.

The dishes in front of them were now piled with food. Ron was surprised at the amount of food there, he have never seen this much before:roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops, sausages, bacon and steak, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, fries, York shire pudding, peas, carrots, gravy, ketchup and, for some strang reason, peppermint humbugs.

Callisto had even wondered if the Weasley have starved their youngest son. Must be financial problem.

Rhaenyra want to craddle the sweet boy and hug her with every fiber of her body. It was seen that the boy was starving. Even his bones were starting to show.

She didn't like blaming someone without proof but shy has not the boy been feed properly? It was seen that the elder brother Percy was well built and nourishes. One thing was sure. Queen Rhaenyra was going to dracarys the boy's parents.

Daemon watched his wife, she looked calm from the outside but the fierce fire in her eyes say something else. His Queen was angry and he was sure that she had her reason. The Rogue Prince, himself seem to find that the red head boy seem to get misunderstood often. For some reason, he had no joy in seeing the boy like this, instead it bothered him greatly in a bad way.

He understood that not everyone were as rich as him and the other purebloods and halfbloods. Then he turned to the famous Ambrosia who was eating with her knife and fork elegantly. It seem that the girl who lived was well educated. He ignored Draco who was glaring at hime with disdained.

Morever, Corlys was glad to hear that his granddaughter was well educated but he noticed it right away fron where the girl lived. She seem to be treated like a princess, and he approved of her aunt and uncle.

Ambrosia listened to Seamus and Neville Longbottom's story. She was not please with the fact his family used some experience a bit dangerous just to see if he had magic. If she remembered clearly, Neville was the second option of Voldemort ( her mother sent letters to Petunia to inform her about the problems ) while she was the first.

Rhaenys find some simularities between him and Neville, their eyes for a start held an amount of love and light that was too much for someone's heart to handle and his hair was even funnier being like Lucerys. Look like Ambrosia will have her Lucerys again.

"Thats Snape." Callisto said to Ambrosia who was glaring at the man. "Hm," she then bited her inside cheek, she felt a small amount of pain in her scar. The pain had gone as quickly as it had come.

"Do you know him personally?" Ambrosia asked.

Helaena's frown deepened, she dislike seeing Ambrosia sad. It made her heart
ache.

"He is my annoying unidentical twin brother's godfather." Ron swallowed
his food before he spoke. "You don't
seem to like your brother very much."
He merely received a shrug as answer.

At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent. "Ahern -- just a few more words now that we are all fed and watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First years should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well."

Dumbledore's twinkling eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. Ambrosia grinned, those two must be troublemakers.

"I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch."

"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die
a very painful death."

"IS THAT MAN STUPID OR STUPID?!" roared Rhaenyra angrily, her hand slamming on the arm of the throne
she was on. Her eyes shaking with
fury and deep anger. She was sure
that she saw those filthy hightowers
flinched from their seats.

"He surely is foolish and unbecoming of
a leader." Commented Rhaenys in a firm tone. The dragons were angry and they
had every reason to be.

"Maybe I should place his head on a spike." Daemon didn't hesitate to place dark sister on his lap. Caressing his sweet baby and he started making plan for murder.

Aemond clenched his fist in fury. He does not like the idea of his Jacaera in danger. She should stay with him, she will be safe.
He ignored the scoff from Daeron who mumbled something under his breath. He eas sure that the word was 'hypocrite'.

Ron laughed nervously. "He is joking? Right?" He looked at Ambrosia who was
smirking while Callisto shook his head.

"Believe it ot not, that man is senile." He let out a sighed. "Je ne sait même pas comment il est toujours ici, Merlin." ( I do not even know how he is still here, Merlin. )

Rhaenyra paid no mind to the language being used on the screeen. "Who is this Merlin, that the young boy spoke of?" She lifted her head to Vhagar.

"Merlin is known to be a very powerful wizard and is known as a legend in the Wizard. While the men said Merlin, the women said Morgana. Who happened to
be a very powerfule witch. One to never underestimate." Explained the Goddess.

While the twins girls of Daemon were amaze at the powerful Morgana. Otto
was thinking at how foolish people were for believing that a woman could be powerful. They are ment to be used,
obeyed and popped out children, nothing else.

Ron' head was tilted as he expressed  his confusion. "Tu as raison, mon ami." (You are right, my friend. ) Ambrosia replied in perfect french. Ron decided to not talk as he didn't want to sound awkward.

He was not like them.

Viserys pitied the boy. He felt the same, shen he saw his brother and daughter mounting their dragons. He was not meant
to rule. Him and Aegon were not born to ruule.

"And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. The girl who lived noticed that the other teachers' smiles had become rather fixed. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words.

"Everyone pick their favorite tune," said Dumbledore, "and off we go!" The song were like an annoying tune. Ambrosia was sure that her playlist were ten times more interesting.

Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest.

The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble stair case. Ambrosia's legs were like lead again, but only because she was so tired and full of food.

Rhaena giggled at that.

She was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed, or that twice Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries.

"Why am I not surprised that portrait can now talk there?" Daemon said carelessly.
That world was not surprising him at that, but it will soon.

At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. "Password?" she said.

"Leones," said Percy, and the portrait swung forward to reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it, Neville needed a leg up and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of fluffy armchairs.

"So its the house of the Lions." Commented Baela.

Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. The girls's trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed. Ambrosia was with some nice girls Hermione Granger, Fay Dunbar, Parvati patil and Lavender Brown. She felt at peace.

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─── NOTES:
Hello readers, as you can see,
Ron is not like his OG self well
thats because this is a dark Ron
fanfic.

He will be smarter and very
very much not a jealouse boy.
Draco is still a bully, and also
Neville won't be like his OG
neither. He will be braver and
more fierce.

I also inform you all that I do
not know ifthe Targaryen know
the french language or not.
So please inform me 😭.