Hufflepuff Dormitories - Hogwarts
That night, after the Sorting Feast, the dungeons of Hufflepuff glowed with warm, enchanted lanterns, their light reflecting off polished stone. Most of the first-years were chattering loudly in the main dorms, too restless to sleep.
But Ambrose Emrys was not in the main dorms. His room was one set aside, a space rearranged for him after certain "family requests." Hogwarts rarely bent its rules, yet here was proof that even this ancient castle sometimes made exceptions.
It wasn't empty though. Cedric Diggory was unpacking his trunk across the room, carefully folding his robes onto the provided shelf. He glanced up when Ambrose entered, his brow furrowed in hesitation.
"You really could have had this place to yourself," Cedric said, almost suspicious. "Why me?"
Ambrose, with his calm golden-red eyes and quiet presence, sat at the edge of his bed, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Because I prefer company, Cedric. And besides, Elly and Amma are right next door. They'll see to my needs. I didn't want you left completely alone in here."
Cedric paused mid-fold. "Elly and Amma? You mean… those two women always following you around? They're not family, are they?"
"My maids," Ambrose answered, as though it were the most ordinary thing in the world. "They've served the Emrys household since before I was born. They insisted on being here, and Hogwarts permitted it."
Cedric blinked. "Maids? Here? Even the Malfoys don't get that kind of treatment at Hogwarts."
Ambrose only grinned faintly. "Then perhaps my family is different."
There was no arrogance in his tone, just a matter-of-fact statement, which somehow unsettled Cedric even more.
The boys eventually slipped beneath their covers. Cedric rolled onto his side, staring at the stone ceiling. "Goodnight, Ambrose."
"Goodnight, Cedric," came the calm reply.
On the chair near Ambrose's bed, Axel the falcon shifted, his feathers rustling. His sharp eyes reflected the candlelight as he tucked his head beneath a wing. Even in sleep, there was a sense of watchfulness about him, as though he were more than just a bird.
Cedric tried to ignore it, but the thought lingered: That falcon feels like he's judging me.
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The next morning began not with the usual rush of footsteps to the Great Hall but with a polite knock on the door. Elly slipped inside, balancing a tray of porcelain cups and dishes, her movements smooth as flowing water. Amma followed close behind, her severe gaze sweeping the room as if ensuring no danger lurked even in the safety of Hogwarts.
"Good morning, young master," Elly sang softly, setting her tray on Ambrose's desk. Rich, steaming scents filled the room: cacao, roasted coffee, warm bread, and honeyed fruit. Amma added another tray of eggs and roasted tomatoes, her movements crisp and efficient.
Cedric froze halfway through fastening his robes. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath, staring at the lavish spread.
Elly glanced over with a bright smile. "And you, Master Diggory? Would you prefer cacao or coffee?"
Cedric nearly dropped his tie. "Er, cacao, please."
He sat stiffly at the desk as Elly poured his drink into a porcelain cup that looked like it belonged in a manor house, not a school. He sipped it awkwardly, sneaking glances at Ambrose, who calmly buttered a slice of bread as though this were perfectly normal.
"You see," Ambrose said lightly, "there's no need to rush down with the crowds if breakfast can come to us."
Cedric thought fleetingly of the Great Hall, the clattering dishes, the long tables, the chatter of hundreds of students. That was what Hogwarts was supposed to be. But here he was, sipping cacao served by maids while a falcon perched nearby, feathers gleaming like polished bronze.
This isn't normal, Cedric thought. Not with resentment, more disbelief, mixed with fascination.
Axel's sharp gaze flicked to him briefly, as if confirming the thought.
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By the time they descended to the Hufflepuff common room, most of the first-years were buzzing with nervous energy. Whispers spread like ripples when Ambrose entered, Axel gliding silently overhead before perching on a chair.
Two boys drew Cedric's attention immediately.
One was tall and animated, untidy brown hair sticking up as he gestured wildly to a group of curious listeners. He was explaining something about electricity in the Muggle world, his green eyes bright with enthusiasm. Oliver Fairbourne, Cedric recalled - a Muggleborn with more questions than patience.
Beside him stood a quieter figure. His auburn hair caught the lantern-light in a way that immediately reminded Cedric of the Weasleys, but there was something sharper, more careful about his demeanor. This was Noah Prewett - the last heir of a family nearly erased during the war.
Oliver noticed first. "Oi, Cedric! Ambrose! Over here!"
Ambrose led Cedric toward them, Axel swooping low to land on the arm of a chair with a decisive thud. The falcon's talons curled into the wood as he fixed his golden stare on Noah.
Oliver grinned, sticking out his hand. "Never thought I'd be talking to the bloke with glowing eyes and a falcon on the first week. I'm Oliver, by the way."
Ambrose laughed softly and shook his hand. "Ambrose. And this is Cedric, though you already know him."
Noah stepped forward more cautiously. His gaze lingered on Ambrose with an intensity that made Cedric shift uneasily. "Noah Prewett."
Ambrose's eyes flickered knowingly. "Prewett. A good name."
Noah's pulse quickened. That name, Emrys, had haunted whispers in his family's books and his uncle's late-night warnings. The Emrys were not myths. They were real. And one of them was standing right here.
But he forced a polite smile. "I suppose it is."
Axel ruffled his feathers sharply, his gaze pinning Noah as though daring him to speak further. Noah's throat tightened. That bird… it isn't ordinary. It sees more than it should.
Inside, Noah resolved: Don't ask yet. Patience. Watch him.
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Charms was their first class, and Flitwick beamed up at them from his stack of books. "Today, we begin with light-conjuring charms! Magic is not in words alone, but in intent."
Ambrose listened attentively, his pale wand resting on his desk. Cedric whispered to himself, "It looks almost alive…"
The class fumbled. Cedric's wand sputtered faint sparks. Oliver's produced nothing more than a warm glow.
Then Ambrose raised his wand with calm precision. "Lumos."
A steady white light bloomed at the tip, clean and bright.
Flitwick clapped, nearly toppling off his pile. "Excellent, Mr. Emrys! Five points to Hufflepuff!"
Whispers rushed through the class, eyes flicking between the glowing wand and Ambrose's glowing eyes.
Ambrose extinguished the light and grinned at Cedric. "Don't force it. Magic likes to be invited, not shoved."
Cedric tried again, and this time his wand flared brighter. He laughed, relief breaking across his face.
In Transfiguration, Professor McGonagall's stern eyes strayed to Ambrose more than once. She said nothing, but her thoughts churned. The Emrys line… here, now?
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The Great Hall buzzed with noise, but at their table, things quieted when Noah finally spoke.
"Ambrose," he began carefully, "your family. Who are they, really?"
Ambrose set down his goblet, eyes glowing faintly. "Old, Noah. Very old. We guard what others have forgotten, lands, creatures, knowledge. Not to gain power, but just because someone must."
Oliver gawked. "That sounds… like a lot."
Ambrose only laughed lightly. "It is. But don't worry, I still have homework like the rest of you."
Cedric smirked into his plate. Somehow, he doubted Ambrose was ever just another student.
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That afternoon, Peeves descended in a whirlwind of chalk dust. "Glowy-eyes and his bird! Let's see if you shine through THIS!"
Ambrose only lifted a hand. "Axel."
The falcon launched upward, wings cutting the air. In one swift motion, he knocked Peeves' cap clean off. Ambrose caught it neatly, then replaced it on Peeves' head with mock solemnity.
"There you go. Looking sharp as ever."
Laughter rippled through the corridor. Even Cedric chuckled. Peeves sputtered curses before vanishing.
Noah watched in silence. Axel hadn't just obeyed-he had anticipated. That falcon… was thinking.
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That night, Cedric drifted toward sleep as Ambrose sat at his desk. The scroll before him unfurled, its runes glowing faintly, rippling like water.
Words appeared: "You answered well today, grandson. But patience is the first test."
Ambrose whispered, "Patience feels like silence, Sindvandiliz. Shouldn't I act sooner?"
The runes flared. "The storm builds, never rushed. I Odin wasn't called the bearer of all knowldge to Muggles for no reason. Learn from your ancestors boy. Solomon spoke with beasts and kings only when the time was right. Ra "guarded" the sun and waited for the night to pass. Andros did not cast light until darkness rose. Their strength was timing."
Ambrose's gaze softened. "And if I grow restless?"
"Then remember Cernunnos, who healed forests for centuries. Remember Ancasta, who mended wounds others thought fatal. Remember Morgan, who defied even her brother for what she believed. Remember Merlin, who shaped worlds but only after kings begged for counsel. They are in you, as am I. The storm waits until release - and then nothing stands before it."
Ambrose bowed his head. "I will remember."
Cedric, peeking from his curtains, saw faint light flickering across Ambrose's face, heard names he did not recognize, names heavy with power. His pulse quickened.
He's not writing homework. He's speaking to someone… alive. To something that listens.
Cedric sank back into bed, heart hammering. Who are you really, Ambrose Emrys?
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Sorry for the delay, I just wanted to see how I wanted the school days to happen,don't worry I will not be writing a day by day or even week by week story thats just too much and too boring, also What do you I should make Axel? A magical being, Or something else, more ancient/ powerful? I kinda hinted towards that in this chapter but I am still not sure.
Also, yes the prewetts are not extinct in this (I know molly is alive but I meant as a magical family), and yes, Ambrose will not be hiding anything about his family, but he will be revealin things slowly, it will be an adventure.