It Seems I Have To Use The Lavatory (edited)

A couple weeks later, Tiberius picked up his tailored suits. Things were going well. And thanks to Severus, he had a list of books that he needs for the first-year curriculum. He then took a short trip to Obscurus Books. He knew a bloke name Johnny that worked there. So when he walked through the door the first thing he did was call for Johnny

"Bloody Hell! If it isn't fucking Mad Man Cane!" Johnny jumped over the counter and pulled him into a hug. "I heard you're a fucking Lord now. You're not jerking me are you?"

"Haha, I'm a fucking Lord, Johnny. Remember those books you were talking about? I need em."

Johnny smirked, "I'm glad you're here. The boss has been riding me about destroying em. And if I lose another job, Mum will kick my arse."

"Fear not Johnny boy, I'm taking em off your hands. First and second years right?" He asked

Johnny gave a little hmm and led him to the back. "First years and Second years. Some guy named Riddle. Fucking brilliant he is. Can't make any sense of his shite. But I know a bloke like you would. I was holdin' em just for you and now that you're a Lord I...was hoping.."

"Don't worry Johnny. You're my guy. I grew up in Knockturn and you even lost a job lookin' out for me. I'm going to repay you today. 400 Galleons. And another 100 for mum. I know if she could do more she would. Tell her I said thank you and that she's fucking hot, makes me all warm and fuzzy inside." Tiberius made a mocking smile.

"Hahaha fuck off, my mum's of limits. And thank you. Here take these and go, before the ol' geezer comes back. And Mad Man Cane, Good Luck with those fucking posh wankers."

Johnny was like a big brother to Tiberius. And no matter what, now that he was big lord he would look out for Johnny, he owed him that much.

Time went by as Tiberius studied the first year Hogwarts' curriculum at the Shafiq Manor. With the help of the house elves and a bit of magic, Tiberius' estate in the new forest was relocated to his new manor. The log cabin became a guest house.

Once all of his things were there, he paid the Goblins to place wards around the estate and then added a Fidelis Charm. It took him a month to finish reading the first yearbooks, and another month read the second year's books. When he was finished he had to practice everything he learned. Reading was one thing but everyone knows, to do, is another. Although he was quite learned in his old world it was best to learn the knowledge of his current world and slowly integrate his past knowledge as he went. Eventually, he plans to create new and better magic. When his Hogwarts letter came, he read the meeting date and the location and then tossed it aside.

Tiberius soon realized that his major flaw was that he was a complex thinker. Though the spells worked and worked well. He wanted to know more theory behind the magic. And that was something Hogwarts textbooks didn't give. Everything they offered was very shallow.

Brewing a potion for the mind, Tiberius was able to recall everything he had learned, organize it, analyze it, and then formed his own theories to be worked out. when the first and second-year books were eventually rendered useless. Tiberius set in on the Shafiq-Rosier Library.

Days passed by unnoticed. Tiberius read and drunk gallons of recollection Potions. The Shafiq's had a thing for a bloody battle. They had curses, hex, battle wards, and Rune-stone arrays. While the Rosier had a thing for transfiguration and charms.

Like most families, the Rosier also had their secret spells. Charms that were used for healing were wrapped to kill. The transfiguration was used as a control system on the battlefield and in close quarters when paired with conjuration, it became world defying magic.

By the end of the summer, he hadn't even scratched the surface of his house library and had yet to explore the library in the Emrys vault. Tiberius then came up with the idea to place the house library in the Emrys vault. This way, he could enter the vault at any time and continue his reading during the school year.

It was time to leave for Hogwarts express. Calling for the Shafig House elf, Noksby. They apparated to Madam Menagerie. Tiberius bought a pure-blood Kneazle and they apparated to the train. Flicking his fingers, Tiberius called his wand from his holster and performed the levitation charm to carry his bags.

On the Train, Tiberius sat quietly in a cabin reading a book on battle transfiguration and the different concepts on how it should be applied in battle and when conjuration should be applied instead of transfiguration.

For example, Spider's silk, diamond, Graphene, and so on transfigured. those materials are extremely tough and require a lot of energy to form. In the art of transfiguration, the sorcerer could use the energy already present in the targeted item to cut his/her workload in half.

Things, like iron and steel, can be conjured at a moment's notices as it doesn't require much energy. But then again, this will only apply to those with small magical cores.

A few moments later, Students became to file in. Many of them looked inside of Tiberius' cabin but turned away when the saw his arrogant Kneazle on the seat across from him. Unfortunately, after so long the train began to fill up and a couple of first years had no choice but to enter. Much to their surprise, the Kneazle immediately went to Tiberius' side freeing up space.

Closing his book for a moment, he looked up to see a slightly pudgy boy with dark hair. "Heir Longbottom," he said

"Y-yes. How did you?" he stuttered

"It's a young lord's job to know who's who. Please share my cabin. I'm more than happy to share with you. Is that your luggage?" Asked Tiberius to which Heir Longbottom nodded.

Calling forth his wand, Tiberius used the levitation charm to bring the heir's luggage in and place it on the overhead racks. Tiberius then tried to return to his reading when and a slightly tanned girl with full lips and long, curly thick, fizzy brown hair walked into the cabin.

"Was that a levitation charm?" She asked

"Yes. Do you also need help with your luggage?" Asked Tiberius

The girl blushed and told him, yes. Tiberius repeated his motions and put her luggage next to Longbottom's. "Please, join us."

Once she was in and the cabin door was closed, Tiberius finally resumed his reading until the train set off and the Patil twins stumbled in with Lavender brown, waking Baken, Tiberius' Kneazle.

"We're so sorry. We arrived a bit late and there were no more empty cabins and we didn't expect the train to start moving so soon." the brown girl produced an exhausted exhale and asked, "Can we sit with you?"

Longbottom looked at Tiberius, "Lord, will it be alright?". Tiberius nodded and went back to his book and pulled Baken into his lap. Some hours into the ride. The cabin atmosphere was stiff until Tiberius followed his Kneazle and took a nap.

"Hi" one of the brown-skinned twins spoke to Longbottom

"H-Hello" he replied

"Can we ask? Why did you ask him if we could stay? And why did you call him lord? He's way too young to be a lord." the other twin spoke

Everyone focused on Longbottom. "W-well, when I arrived. He called me 'Heir' Longbottom. He said he was a young Lord and it was his job to know who's who. If it was any other Heir, I wouldn't believe him. But you see, I've been sheltered. Not really in the public eye. To know my face he has to be a Lord or a very persistent reporter. But then his eyes and marble colored hair leads me to believe that he is the 'Child Lord', Tiberius Maedilius Emrys of House Shafiq, Roser, and Emrys"

Lavender and the twins were utterly shocked as they took another look at the boy. They had heard about him but had never seen him. As soon as he appeared he disappeared. That's due to his law-wizard suing the daily profit for defamation of character and demanding a retraction. Now, at least to the younger, Tiberius seemed like a distant hoax.

"You mean the rumors are true? He's the lord of two death eater families. And a descendant of the great Merlin? Talk about polar opposites" Said Lavender.

Why the girls were shocked, The frizzy haired girl was confused. "I'm sorry, I was raised by muggle parents. I'm completely lost if you wouldn't mind feeling me in?"

"You are?" asked lavender

"Hermione, Hermione Granger."

"Well, Miss Granger…" Lavender explained the societal hierarchy of blood, family, and achievements. She then went on to explain why that mattered and how such beliefs led to the rise of the first and second dark lord. Before she got to her point she explained the age limitations of wizards and what they could and couldn't do unless certain requirements were met. Finally, she explained how The Shafiq and the Rosiers served the first and second Dark Lord. And how the Lost heir, Tiberius, executed nearly every obstacle with precision before claiming his lordship as a runaway orphan. She then told her about the great House of Emrys and how Tiberius was also the last descendant of Merlin Emrys. Shocking Hermione.

"Do you see now, why he's such a big deal?" the twins asked in tandem

"Of course! I just never expected such an unassuming boy to have so much power." She stared at Tiberius as she spoke. After the gawking was over, Everyone formally introduced themselves and talked about the house they wished to be sorted into. Sometime later, a prefect opened the cabin and Neville Longbottom's toad escaped on the train.

"You should keep a leash on your pets," said the snobbish prefect

"No, you should knock before you enter. Now move so that Heir Longbottom can search for his toad or do you wish to make an enemy of the Noblest and Most Ancient House of Longbottom before you even graduate?" Tiberius scolded the prefect after his eyes snapped open. The prefect became anxious and tried to explain

"I. Said. Move" he repeated himself.

"Longbottom." he added

"You can call me Neville"

"Well Neville, let's find that pet toad of yours" Tiberius got up from his seat and straightened his clothes.

The other girls offered to help and Tiberius brushed the Prefect aside. The group split into threes and went cabin to cabin. Some ways down, Neville, Hermione, and Tiberius opened a cabin to see a read head boy attempting to perform magic.

After Hermione bossed her way in. The group watches the utter failure of a spell performed by the redhead boy. Hermione voiced her opinion and showcased her skill by repairing a boy's glasses. They then introduced themselves. And Tiberius became excited suddenly.

"Heir Apparent Harry Potter. I'm Lord Tiberius Maedilius Emrys. It's a pleasure to meet you so early into the school year."

"Umm, I think you're mistaken" Harry replied and Neville was flabbergasted

"Our Lord certainly is not. Heir Potter, forgive my intrusion but when did you discover that you had magic" Neville's stutter was vanquished, possible do to his shock and concern for the boy after all the Potter and Longbottoms were in an alliance with the Potters as the ruling family.

Harry furrowed his brow and everyone waited for a response, "A few months ago. I was raised by my Aunt and uncle in the Muggle world."

"Hmm, Heir Longbottom as you and his family.."

"I will do my best to inform Heir Potter of his family. Can you and Hermione continue to look for my toad?" he interrupted

Tiberius nodded and called for Hermione but before he left he stopped at the door. "You said you're a Weasley right?"

Ron replied with a stuttered yes. Tiberius said, "And you know nothing about the House of Potter?"

Ron's eyes went big as Harry stared at him. "Hmm, your eyes tell me all have to know…Heir Potter, the Weasley might not be housed in Slytherin, yet. But he certainly is a snake. Please be cautious. And I will be having words with your father, Weasley"

Tiberius and Hermione took their leave and Neville spent the rest of the train ride educating Harry about his family. Ron however, sat in the corner in a very grumpy mood.

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"Why did you refer to Neville in such a way if you already addressed him by his first name before we met Harry Potter?" Asked Hermione

Tiberius chuckled, "You must be a first-generation witch."

"I'm a muggle-born, yes" she replied

"No". He said firmly startling the girl, "You are a first Generation witch. That title tells me that you plan to have more generations to follow. And it also tells me that you are muggle-born. But you will soon figure out that 'muggle-born' is just as derogatory as 'mud blood'. I can tell you will be a very talented witch. But the moment you take pride in your degradation you will lose the respect that you need to climb the social ladder in this world. I expect great things from you, Miss Granger. As well as Heir Longbottom. As far as the formality back their…"

Tiberius explained when and when not to use formal or informal speech. He explained that Harry was not a friend and the Longbottom and Potter families are in accord. So, to be informal with each other they must first be formal and it would not have been proper to diminish Neville's status in front of his business partner and fellow heir.

As the two continued to search, they talked about the year's curriculum and the things that Hermione had read before her arrival at the Hogwarts express. She was excited to find someone who loved to learn just as much if not more than she did. Eventually, their hunt turned into a stroll as the two walked and talked about magical theory and Tiberius answered her questions and cleared up her confusion about the wizarding world.

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In the great Halls of Hogwarts, The student formed a massive line in alphabetical order by surname. One by one they were invited to sit on a stool and have a hat placed on their head to be sort into one of the four Hogwarts houses. Slytherin, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff.

"Tiberius Maedilius Emrys!" Called out Professor McGonagall, Head of the Gryffindor house, Deputy Headmistress and Transfiguration Professor. Tiberius made it to the stool and faced the tall elder witch.

"I would like to go over some transfiguration theories with you sometime tomorrow. That's if you aren't otherwise occupied, Deputy Headmistress."

McGonagall nodded in affirmation and Tiberius took his seat.

'Hmmm. Interesting. Hufflepuff is definitely not you. Ravenclaw seems a bit your speed. But you would also be a dragon amongst lizards in Slytherin. Ahh but then again, who is the true embodiment of courage and loyalty? The Dragon or the Lion?" The sorting hat spoke directly into Tiberius' mind

"I gave my word I will strive for Gryffindor. If it's up to me then place me there. But if not, there are ways around that. Now hurry up you dusty ol' hatter." Tiberius replied

"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted aloud and many people cheered but many Slytherin looked like kicked puppies. Tiberius placed the hat on the stool and called forth his wand. "Reparo…" he muttered and the holes and rough edge rewove themselves. "Scourgify…" The hat was then magically cleaned to the point that it looked brand new.

"T-thank you, Lord Emrys." the hat spoke aloud

"My pleasure, Mad Hatter. Next time tell the headmaster to maintain your upkeep." Tiberius smirked and bowed to the hat before walking off. The sound of his oxfords tapping the floor echoed through the now silent hall. When he took a seat Professor McGonagall continued with the sorting ceremony. Soon after he was joined by Lavender Brown, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil, Harry Potter, and Ron Weasley.

During the feast, Everyone had friendly chats, Hermione talked Tiberius' ear off, but he handled her pretty well and once she agreed to meet him in the Library the next day. She quieted down and just enjoyed the feast. Parvati gave a lot of attention to Harry of which was another thing that the boy had not thought twice about.

Sometime during the night, the scar on Harry's head started to burn. He winced a bit but managed the pain fairly well. He asked about Severus Snape to which Tiberius took the liberty to explain before Weasely finished his sentence. Harry was somewhat willing to give Snape a chance. That is until Weasley got a chance to speak his piece. If it was one thing Potter was receptive to, it was fear and Weasley word struck a chord. And Tiberius saw that.

"Can it, Weasley. Not all Slytherins grow up to be Dark Lords. And the Hat also makes mistakes. Like putting a shortsighted, pigheaded, ignorant bigot like you in Gryffindor. You ought to be in Slytherin yourself, with your innate pureblooded narcissism! Your father is a decent man and I would be misguided to believe you were half the person he is. However, you meet Malfoy and assume that all Slytherins are such. You can't even cast a decent spell so should I assume all Gryffindors or at the very least, Weasleys are inept Magicians? Speak! A moment ago you had tons to say about a man you had never met, a man far greater than you've ever been privileged to stand before"

The Great hall watched Tiberius lecture Ron. Ron gritted his teeth and the present Weasley siblings turned a shade red of embarrassment. "Nothing to say? Well, it ought to stay like that. Silent. You look less daft that way"

Tiberius exhaled and stood up from his seat "Excuse me. It seems I have to use the lavatory"

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It's September 2nd, 1991, the morning sun was already out. Tiberius was up and dressing to go on a morning run. On his way out. He happened to bump into Hermione in the common room. She had woken up early preparing for the next day's classes, as there were no classes on Monday, and she extremely nervous that her teachers wouldn't like her.

"Hermione...what are you doing up so early?" he asked

"Umm… just, getting my day organized," she replied and Tiberius tilted his head

"Go up to your room and put some workout clothes on. I have something I want to teach you. Hurry up, we don't have all day"

Hermione was a bit skeptical, but her curiosity was peaked. And the fact that she saw Tiberius as an interesting and attractive young man played a part as well. Closing her books she went up to the girl's dorm. When she came down she was in leggings, trainers, and a sort of workout crop top.

"Come here and turn around." he then called for his wand and transfigured a hair tie large enough for her thick wild hair. Pulling her hair back, he had to use a little wandless magic to untangle a lot of it. But in the end, he got it all except a bang into a ponytail.

"Alright, that should do it. Now where's your wand?" he asked and she looked a bit confused. "Go get your wand, always keep your wand on you, Hermione. Hurry up, I have a way to keep it on you."

Once she left, Tiberius performed a summoning spell and called for a wand holster. It was for his second wand. But if he wore two, then it would be known that he had an illegal wand. When Hermione returned, he gave her the holster and she strapped it to her thigh.

Later, the two first years were standing under the early morning sky at the quidditch pitch. Tiberius taught her how to stretch and advised her on her mindset while stretching. It didn't just help stretch the muscles and loosen the body. It also helped the flow of magic in the body. When the two were finished getting a good stretch, Hermione was already sweating.

He then took her on a mid-paced jog. Pushing her just enough. They ran the quidditch pitch twice before returning. Hermione complained about how she wasn't athletic and how her body ached.

"Hermione, many wizards are lazy. Even Aurors are lazy all they have to do is dodge a spell at the most. Drink plenty of water today and eat light breakfast. Protein, some fruit, and some vegetables. At the end of the day, tell me how you feel" When Tiberius was finished talking the two separated to bathe and dress for the day.

Like most students, Tiberius spent the day working his way through the castle. He wanted to become familiar with it as to not get lost. He also looked for dueling rooms and other places to possibly train. Towards lunch, he began to look for the kitchen but had no luck. So instead of attending lunch. He went to the library to look for some sort of tracer spell.

After lunchtime, Hermione, Neville, and Harry found him in the library. Hermione and Tiberius planned to talk more on whatever subject she liked. Neville was there to find books on the Potter house or at least what it meant to be from a Noblest and Most Ancient House.

Hermione attempted to return Tiberius' wand holster to which he refused and gifted it to her. She blushed a bit but ultimately tried to reel in her excitement. It was around dinner when everybody had their fill of knowledge.

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The next morning, although this time the moon was still up, Hermione and Tiberius went on another run. It was the crack of dawn when they returned. Classes went steadily that day. Herbology and the history of magic. On Wednesday it was herbology and astronomy at midnight. Thursday was Transfiguration and DADA, Friday is Double potion and the afternoon was reserved for the students. Monday's at the start of next would be reserved for Herbology and Charms.

Everyday Hermione and Tiberius would do morning exercises and then Tiberius wouldn't be seen for the rest of the day. Though, it wasn't from a lack of effort on Hermione's part. In class, Tiberius had a tendency to sit in the back away of the class out of sight. He took his notes, asked a few questions and then left. However, he did talk to Professor McGonagall about Transfiguration tutoring to which she happily obliged but informed him that he will eventually be matched with an upperclassman to aid him in his studies. The meeting with Professor Quill was a bit different, he didn't even seem keen on teaching his larger classes, let alone personal tutoring.

That entire meeting had put Tiberius off. For a great Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Quill had performed low below Tiberius' expectations. The next oddity was Professor Snape and his picking with the Potter boy. Tiberius found it odd that Snape would make him swear to look after the Potter boy but openly show dislike towards him. That is until Tiberius paid close attention to Snape's words.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word -- like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort.

"As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stop death -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he was; Hermione's hand had shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry.

Snape's lips curled into a sneer.

"Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything."

He ignored Hermione's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me

a bezoar?"

Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter.

"I don't know, sir." "Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. He had looked through his books at the Dursleys' but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi?

Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand.

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling.

"I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

A few people laughed; Harry caught Seamus's eye, and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased.

"Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel, and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter."

The rest of the class was pretty uneventful besides Neville destroying his potion and harming himself. Which of course potter was blamed for as well. Potter was going to argue his case until Tiberius stepped in, "There is some truth to his words, though it seems you were more negligent than sinister. It tells you right there in your book when to add the porcupine quills, yet you and Mr. Weasley were just about to do the same thing." Tiberius gestured to the quills in Ron's hand and the cauldron still on the fire.

"If Neville was just one step behind you. I'm pretty sure the roles would be reversed." Tiberius went back to his potion-making.

After the class was over, Tiberius slipped a note to Potter and continued on his way to track down the Hogwarts kitchen. The tracking spell that he placed on a random fork led him to the basement. He searched for an hour until he saw a small door. This door led to a kitchen full of busy house-elves. For the rest of the day, Tiberius spent time tending to the House-elves and getting to know them.