Royal disputes (Marauders Era)

Satchel bags and portraits

In the 1500s, formal schooling was mostly for the middle class of people. The upper class were taught at home, and the lower class and peasants did not attend school as they couldn't afford it. This was the case for muggles, people born of magic were sent to their country's magical school no matter what class they were in unless they were home-schooled instead. However, sometimes this wasn't for the best. You had the odd nobleman, often an illegitimate descendant from a branch of royalty. They could be polite, or downright disrespectful. You had the rich who were snobbish and ungrateful, you had the middle folk who were some of the kindest around, and then you had the poorer people who were made fun of for not being able to afford their own uniforms.

Hildred Potter, although technically not blood related to King Henry IV, he was still a descendant, albeit distantly through his ancestor Mary de Bohun. He was still a nobility. As was Ophiuchus Black, although he was directly descended from King Edward I of England through his father.

It was the first of September,1547. Hildred sat in the Leaky Cauldron as Daisy Dodderage wiped out a tankard from behind the bar with a dirty looking rag. He had a sword that's hilt was wrapped in a gold band with a shining red jewel in the centre tucked in its scabbard attached to his belt. His hair was a messy black shade that curled behind his ears. He wore a deep red tunic with a black cloak, silver shoulder plate and light chain-mail underneath. He stared at the old parchment letter in his hand.

To Sir Hildred Potter, Baron and Knight of Lavenham
The third chair to the left of the entrance
The Leaky Cauldron
Diagon Alley
London

Dear Sir Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that thou hast been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. All behoveful books and equipment can be purchased at Diagon Alley. We attend thy bird of night no later than 31 July.

Please compose thy way to the place of learning via broomstick. As thou hast joined at the start of thy fifth year, thou shall be required to pate to the chamber of reception upon arrival, where thou shall presently pate to the headmasters place. Directions shall be on a separate piece of parchment. We most much look forward to receiving thou as part of the new generation of Hogwarts Heritage

Yours sincerely,
Professor Fytherley Undercliffe
Headmaster

He re-rolled the scroll of parchment and sipped his hot butterbeer. Hildred had reread the letter over and over, still not quite believing it. He had been tutored at Lavenham castle where he had lived with his parents and grandparents. Finally they had decided to send him to Hogwarts so he could meet other people at his rank of nobility.

The clock tower nearby finally struck ten so he got up, and grabbed his satchel bag. He had mastered a version of an extension charm and had placed it inside it so he would be able to carry his new equipment on his journey to school. Taking a deep breath, downing his drink, he then walked out of the pub and climbed onto his broom, pushing off of the ground and into the sky.

The journey wasn't a long one, he spotted many a witch and wizard in the corner of his vision on his way, some sporting long black cloaks, others had glinting swords attached to their belts. Others, he spotted, galloped on horseback down below. As he arrived, the scent of roasted lamb, a smell he had not smelt since his grandmother, Edward Plantagenet's Granddaughter, had been alive. He opened up the scroll with the directions to Headmaster Undercliffe's office and headed through the busy school corridors. On his way up the staircase of the second floor, he spotted a familiar face. A portrait of the wife of his third cousin once removed. Her portrait was also on his family tapestry he had helped make with his deceased brother years ago.

When he was two, his fourth cousin, Elizabeth was born. As soon as Hildred's grandparents had been born and they revealed their ancestry, they moved to Lavenham castle, their place of heritage. The royal family had become in contact with them again and they were given shares of the royal riches, since even now it was revealed he wasn't the son of Henry IV, he was still a direct descendant of King Edward I of England through his mother.

Him and Elizabeth used to play together as children and were still close to this day. Her father had died just earlier this year, causing her elder half-brother to become king, making him King Edward VI of England. She had moved away to live with her step-mother, Katherine Parr, causing them to grow distant over the last few months. She was one of the only people that knew of his magic, besides his family. She already knew of her cousins, and had promised not to tell a soul.

Eventually he reached the Headmaster's office, knocking gently in the door.

"Enter." A voice from the inside had uttered.

He pushed open the thick mahogany door and spotted the old headmaster at his desk dipping a quill into a pot of blood red ink. "Ah, Sir Potter. 'Tis not oft we get some join in the middle of their years at Hogwarts. I understand that thou most like never would to draw attention to yourself so humbly please place the sorting hat upon thou head." He pointed at the hat on a shelf to the left of him. He looked uncertain at it, but placed it upon his dark hair, instantly hearing a voice as though it was coming from inside his head.

"Hildred Potter. We have not had a Potter within these castle walls for many decades. Yet then again, with a heritage such as yours it is understandable. I see intelligence in thou, a firm-set sense of bravery, yet a powerful streak of benevolence. Thou are a difficult one to sort, Mister Potter, much like thy ancestors. Yet overall, it meetest be Gryffindor!" It had said his house aloud for Professor Undercliffe to hear. He stroked his bear thoughtfully. I should have known. With a swish of his crooked wand, the crest on Hilded's cloak changed from the Hogwarts crest to one of Gryffindor, alongside his own house, the noble house of Potter.

"Now there is the matter of thy timetable. In thy third year everyone is granted the choice four additional subjects. Thou are required to choose a minimum of two. Hither is the list."

Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Ancient Runes and Arithmancy.

Hildred had already studied the basics of Arithmancy and Ancient runes, so he decided to choose Divination and Care of Magical Creatures.

"Fine, indeed, Sir Potter. In an hour we shall begin the sorting ceremony of the first years. Wherein this is over, please go to the Gryffindor common room, which is guarded by Sir Cadogan of the round table. Thou shall want a password to enter, which I hast known to be 'Camalot'. Thy room is shared with sir Cyneric Montague, Sir Kendrick Macnair and Sir Ophiuchus Black, whom thou may already has been acquainted with. I hast asked him to discover thou around the place of learning to get thou settled. He shouldn't be just without my place, yet he is known for being tardy, so I am not certain."

Hildrid nodded and stepped out of the doors, instantly greeted with the face of his oldest friend and distant relative, Sir Black, Viscount of Huntingdonshire. His hair was a slightly darker shade than Hildred's and a lot longer, falling around his shoulders. His doublet had the Black and Boleyn crest on it, as well as Gryffindor's. Hildred noticed that his family's dagger was not his belt and that the scabbard of his sword was empty. He raised his brow at Ophiuchus who just grinned and shook his head. "Long story." He pulled his arm around Hildred and the two made their way up the stairs towards the Gryffindor Common room..