Part Seven:

Harry shifted his weight nervously, from one foot to the other, as they were preparing for the day.

"You'll do fine," his mother assured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead and correcting his bowtie, then she blinked and it was Bad Wolf saying, "I promise you, Harry Potter, the Potter family name will never be forgotten."

She stood up then, ruffling his hair before wandering off to ensure that the Doctor was indeed getting himself ready and not distracted by something.

Unfortunately, her words did not calm her son; they had actually made the sensation of dread that was settling in his stomach even worse.

The TARDIS landed rather smoothly on the grounds of the new school; it was an open campus layout, the buildings were not crowded together and there was plenty of space for growth before they became so. Modern buildings, muggle style, gleamed in the early morning sunlight, waiting for the first class of, hopefully, many. Seven hundred children were already enrolled, ranging from Reception to Almost Hogwarts Age, and forty teachers, Muggleborn, squib, and half-blood alike, stood ready to welcome them.

Each teacher had been certified in the muggle education system, unlike the main Professors at Hogwarts itself.

Supporting the forty teachers were a multitude of staff, and everything was headed by Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

At the middle of the central courtyard was set up a small stage with a podium and microphones. On the stage was a set of bleachers, enough to hold the entire faculty, sans the House-Elves who had politely declined any recognition for their work in the background.

The former Potter family Elves, who had tended to the Potter family itself for centuries, had instead been given to the new school where they would be happily employed.

Before the podium and stage was a sea of folding chairs for the press corps and parents of the new students.

To the left of the stage was a set of bleachers for the older students, Year Five, Six, and Seven, to attend. They would of course be in their uniforms.

Already, as the TARDIS landed, people were filling the seats where they were directed and the press was already setting up.

"Harry!" a young voice called and Luna Lovegood bounded up to him as he and his family exited the blue box. She was dressed in her uniform, even though she was not to be sitting with the student delegation, and beaming as she hugged her friend tightly. Behind her was a woman with the same hair and ice blue eyes.

"Hello, Luna." Harry murmured, "Tell me, please, please, is this gonna work?"

"Oh Harry," she giggled, "It'll work beyond our wildest dreams. Long after you are dead and dust your descendants will be stewarding this school. It will become as much tradition as Hogwarts."

He relaxed, hugging her even tighter, whispering, "Thank you, Luna."

Luna nodded and then pulled back, introducing the woman, "Harry, this's my mum, Pandora Lovegood, she works in the Spell Research Departments of the Ministry; Mummy, this's Harry, his Dad, the Doctor, his mum, Rose Tyler, and their home, the TARDIS, though she'd prefer Idris."

Pandora smiled warmly, bending slightly, "Hello, Harry; I have something for you."

She pulled a box from her pocket, enlarged it, and handed it to him, "Lily was my partner, you know; before she went on maternity leave and into hiding…these were her research journals, well, copies of them."

Harry took the book reverently, whispering, "Thank you, Missus Lovegood, thank you."

He stared at the box before Elsy, always so thoughtful, collected it, promising that she would take good care of "Miss Lily's books" before disappearing.

It took a moment, maybe two, before Harry could right himself and square his shoulders, a new fire of determination lit inside him and blazing wildly.

Without much thought, he linked his fingers with Luna's and pulled her along as he headed to his place. Their parents followed along after them. Luna, for her part, went with the flow, allowing him to lead. Her eyes were closed, trusting him completely as she watched a multitude of possibilities suddenly wither and die or strengthen and bloom.

Nothing was set in stone, after all, and they were still missing…but it didn't matter at the moment, not yet, not for a while.

She took her place between her mother and father as he went up to the podium.

They had a little step stool waiting for him and he stepped onto it fluidly.

Quickly, it was time. Everyone still and quiet, with only the occasional flashbulb going off.

He looked behind him, making sure his uncles were in place and they gave him thumbs up, he glanced at his students, all older than him, and found them eager and yet shy, knowing the momentous history that was being made that day.

He closed his eyes, grabbed his courage with both hands, opened his eyes, smiled, and said, "Welcome! To the Potter Primary School for Magical Children." His eyes swept over the campus around them before he began speaking, "You know, I'm scared about this? It's the first magical primary in the British Isles. But, nevermind that. This school is a fruition of the hopes, dreams, and ideas of hundreds if not thousands of people and we agree about most things but most importantly; any child, whether they be magical or muggle, pureblood, half-blood, Muggleborn, or squib, deserves a quality education not matter the income level or location of their family. In the muggle world, all first world countries have education systems to see to this, the British Magical World, doesn't. For far too long, we have relied on homeschooling and apprenticeships," he held up his hand, "Not that there is anything wrong with those systems but there is a certain disparity amongst Hogwarts students; some students enter those hallowed halls knowing naught but the basics of literacy and mathematics, nothing of the sciences, history, or music; some, mostly from the older, wealthier families of both the Magical and Muggle worlds, have been classically trained, but lack the social capabilities required to not make everyone want to hex them every time they speak; the ones best suited for the academic world are in fact those that have gone through the muggle school system, they know a little bit of everything non-magical."

He paused, "This is what this school aims for, to be the stepping stone into the world of academia; first Primary School, then Hogwarts, then hopefully, University. Every child is equal, every child is special. It is not mandatory, this school, and it never will be if I have my say, but it is our goal that most magical children in the Isles pass through here, yes, even the Muggleborns. We hope to break down barriers here, shine lights in the ignorance bigotry hides in; do away with misconceptions, encourage critical thought and exploration and do so in a safe, welcoming environment."

"Welcome, everyone, to the new age."

End