The Brightest Sun

Chapter 35

By the end of the chapter:

Harry is 35.
Elia is 38 (went with 257 as her birth year).
Teddy is 17.
Rhaenys is 14 going on 15.
Aegon is 13.
Maia is 2 going on 3.

(Wow, that was difficult to figure out)

Chapter Text

“Targaryen, Aegon.”

He jerked in surprise, calmly moving forward as if his mind had not been focused elsewhere. Egg sat on the stool, eyes catching Rhae and Teddy before the hat covered his view of the hall.

“Oh dear,” the hat muttered. “Another of you.”

“Is that a problem?” he asked, grinning internally at the almost sad note in the hat’s tone.

“Two elementals and whatever your brother is with his tangled parentage,” the hat sniped. “I don’t see how that should be a problem, do you?”

“Aren’t you supposed to just sort me?” Egg retorted, stomach clenching in slight worry at his words.

It was one of the few dangers of living here, he knew. His parents had sat them down years ago, before Maia had been born, and explained just why Egg and Rhae had to be careful at Hogwarts, why even Teddy should be careful.

“By all means, Your Highness,” the hat countered, sarcasm dripping from his tone. “Or is it Your Grace? First time I’ve sorted deposed royalty, at any rate.”

“When have you ever sorted royalty?”

“Lady Morgana was a fine student,” the hat sniffed, shifting on Egg’s head. “Now, let’s see. What to do with you?”

“Slytherin,” Egg requested slyly.

“Not a chance in hell,” the hat barked. “I’d like the school to remain standing young man, and you do not have the same temperament for Slytherin as your sister does.”

“I’m ambitious,” Egg pouted. “And cunning.”

“And yet it would remain a disaster,” the hat stated dryly. “You are certainly loyal, though not very trusting the lot of you, not a bad mind either when you’re willing to sit still long enough, plenty of courage yes, yes. You’ll certainly need your strength for what’s to come. You’re almost as irritating as your father, young dragon.”

“My father?”

“Better be, GRYFFINDOR! Do try not to burn the castle down,” the hat murmured.

“I make no promises,” Egg grinned, handing the hat to Professor Flitwick as his robes changed to show the Gryffindor crest, his tie red and gold as Egg took a seat amongst the grinning lions.

He looked across the hall, seeing Teddy wink at the falsely scowling Rhaenys. Hogwarts wasn’t Potter Hall, but it was not so lonely with his siblings close by.

Dear Mum and Dad, and Maia, 

I’m in Gryffindor! Ha, I don’t know what you did to the hat Dad but he threw me to the lions.

The common room is really, really, REALLY red. Almost like someone splattered paint all over. But it’s nice and cosy, even when sharing a dorm with four other boys. Uncle Neville was there at the high table. Pretty sure he won a bet on my sorting but I could be wrong.

I’ll write again soon. I miss you all. Tell Maia hello for me.

Love,

Egg

He had underestimated just what it meant to be sorted in Gryffindor.

Egg had grown up on stories of his father and uncles’ times at Hogwarts, hearing stories of which house was the best from them. Teddy had fit right in as a Ravenclaw, none of the students bothering him too much in house though he dealt with the odd person who wanted to get close to Harry Potter’s son.