The AllSpark's Chosen

Chapter 9: A New Beginning^

The next few days at **Howler Manor** passed in a blur. Saber found himself busy planning the much-needed renovations for the house. After walking through the entire property, he knew it would take a lot of work to bring the manor up to modern standards, but the challenge excited him. The worn tapestries, old wooden paneling, and aging fixtures could be restored or replaced, but it was clear that he was living in a house filled with history—a history he had only just begun to understand.

Saber stood in the entrance hall, staring up at the grand staircase that led to the upper floors. It creaked with age, but it was solid—just like the rest of the house. The thought of breathing new life into it filled him with purpose. He had been through so much already, and now, for the first time, he had a place he could truly call his own. A place to rebuild.

Patch was by his side, his optics glowing as he watched Saber's every move. The little bot had grown more energetic since their arrival, darting through the hallways with excitement as he explored every corner of the house. Tempest, meanwhile, remained in the garage, quiet and still, ready to respond at a moment's notice if Saber needed him.

But even as Saber focused on his plans for the manor, a sense of unease lingered in the back of his mind. The inheritance test had revealed far more than he had ever expected, and the weight of those revelations still pressed on him. He couldn't stop thinking about the Malfoy family—his godparents. What did they think of him now that they knew the truth? Were they plotting to use him for their own ends, or were they genuine in their role as his family?

And then there was Dumbledore.

Saber clenched his fists at the thought of the man who had controlled his life from the very beginning. All the lies, all the manipulation—it was hard to believe how much Dumbledore had hidden from him. The thought that Dumbledore had allowed him to suffer under the Dursleys, all while keeping his true heritage a secret, made his blood boil.

"Why?" Saber muttered under his breath. "Why did he do it?"

Patch let out a soft, concerned beep, nudging Saber's leg with his nose. Saber smiled faintly and crouched down to pet the little bot's head.

"I'm fine," Saber said softly. "I just... have a lot to think about."

Deciding that now was as good a time as any to sit down and try to unravel more of his complicated past, Saber made his way back to the dining room, where he had left the stack of inheritance papers from Gringotts. He hadn't had the time—or the clarity—to truly go through all of the information when he first received it. Now, with the house quiet around him and Patch curled up at his feet, he carefully unfolded the papers once again.

As he scanned through the familiar lines, his eyes landed on the titles that had caused him so much confusion the first time he had read them.

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**Titles**: 
- Young Prince of the Wizarding World 
- Lord of Magic 
- Crowned Prince of Hogwarts 
- Young Prince of Pendragon 
- Child Loved by Dragons 
- Child Loved by Gods 

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Saber's brow furrowed as his eyes locked onto two specific titles: **Young Prince of Pendragon** and **Crowned Prince of Hogwarts**. For a moment, he felt a surge of pride at the titles, but then a realization began to creep into his mind.

*Young Prince of Pendragon*—not Crown Prince.

That could only mean one thing: there was another, **older** member of the Pendragon family alive. Someone who had been hidden from him just as his own heritage had been.

His heart quickened as he thought about it. Dumbledore had not only hidden his own lineage, but there was someone else. An older, more prominent member of his family who held the title of **Crown Prince of the Dragon Royal Family**. This wasn't just about him—it was about a larger legacy, one he had no idea he was part of until recently.