Justin Brown packed his office with a flick of his wand. He refused to stay in this school one more minute. The British Acadamy for Magic had a new Headmaster. Headmaster Major, who had replaced Headmaster Thomas, was turning out to be something less than desired. It wasn't what he was doing this year that bothered Justin. Next year the man planned on refusing to teach pureblood children. That is children whom all of their great grandparents, and everyone since them, were magical. He insisted that they should be learning at home not slowing down the newer magicals who were here to actually learn. This was all because of one boy that attended school here at the same time Major had. They had been in the same year and Major felt his arrogance and mischief making had negatively affected other student's grades.

Justin was one such pureblood person and Major was making his life miserable. He hated to let the other man win but he could see the writing on the wall. If he didn't leave he would be fired. So he was leaving at the beginning of Christmas break. Major would need to find a new charms professor before the New Year. That was only two weeks. Justin smirked silently as he flicked his wand and sent off the letter of resignation. In it he blamed a family emergency for his unexpected departure. He arrived at his parent's home and dropped his belongings in his bedroom. He had given up his flat years previous. The school just couldn't afford to pay adequate wages but he loved teaching.

"What are you doing home?" a woman entered the room, "I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow."

"I quit." Justin turned and grimaced at his mother, "Major revealed today that next year purebloods wouldn't be accepted as first years. They should be learning at home. I saw the writing on the wall and quit before he could fire me."

"Justin, I'm so sorry." His mother, Ellen crossed the room and pulled him into a hug, "I'll make you a comfort food dinner tonight."

"As long as there is chocolate pudding." He flopped back on his bed.

A few days later he was bored and walking through the library picking up random books, reading the cover and putting them back. One book caught his eye. He kept it and walked across the room and sat on a comfy couch with his feet up as he cracked it open.

"Hogwarts a History." He mumbled.

He had read part of the book before but he'd never managed to read past the middle. He decided now was as good a time as any. It took him until almost New Year to reach the last chapter. The story, unknown to him, was about to get very interesting. The last chapter was named The Battle of Hogwarts. It drew him in and he eagerly read of where a battle between the forces of light and dark was fought at the school. A young man, barely an adult, defeated the evil dark lord with a disarming hex of all things. But the thing that shocked him the most was that it was a group of purebloods that were the evil group that time. Regular history books left out so much of the important details, he thought to himself. It went on to describe the near destruction of the building and how the school was closed down and relocated to the present school.

He sat the book aside and pondered what he had read. It seemed that regardless of the school children were being taught to hate one side or the other. They needed a place that would teach equality. It would teach them about each other so that they could understand and not hate based on something as trivial as ancestry. They needed a place where bullies couldn't rule. They needed a place like Hogwarts was meant to be. He got up from his spot and left the house. He apparated to the place it was said to be.

He opened his eyes to find a forest growing out of the remains of buildings. He didn't think it was the school so he decided it must have been the village of Hogsmeade. Horrible name for a place, he thought to himself. He turned up a small trail and moved in the direction that he supposed the school must be. The book had dated the battle at just over a hundred years before. He had been walking for several minutes when he saw a set of gates. His heart sunk when he arrived and found a crumbling ruin. He wouldn't be able to reopen this school.

"Can I help you?" the voice of an old man made Justin jump, "Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

Justin had turned as he jumped and found a stooped old man to the side, "It's ok, I was just absorbed in the sights and didn't hear you."

"Are you a history buff looking for the old school?" he asked.

"Justin Brown." Justin held out a hand, "I used to be a charms professor at BAM. But I quit a few weeks ago."

"James." The other man shook his hand, "Why quit? You don't look old enough to retire."

"It was quit or be fired." He huffed looking back up at the school, "Headmaster Major isn't fond of purebloods."

"So it's beginning again but in reverse this time." James shook his head, "So why did you come here?"

"I was thinking if the building was in decent shape I could open another school." Justin sighed, "One that would treat everyone equally. Teach them not to hate each other."

"That's a lofty goal." James cocked his head at the man, "Do you think you can do it?"

"I've already been planning." Justin shivered as a cold wind blew past him.

"Come with me." James turned and motioned for Justin to follow.

They walked back towards the village before veering off the path. Justin was shocked to find the man living in a shack not far from the castle. It was a small, round, wooden building amongst the trees.

"Don't linger." James said from the doorway, "The centaurs and I get along just fine but they don't like much of anyone else."

"Centaurs still exist in Britain?" Justin gasped as he reached James.

"Only here." He waved his arm and entered moving to make tea, "There is a very large area here with repelling charms. It keeps out most people. There is just a short alley from the village to the gate that only repels the muggles. This way people can come see the old castle's remains."

"Why are you still hiding it?" Justin asked accepting a cup and sipping from it.

"This was the sight of nearly three hundred magical deaths." James pointed in the direction of the castle, "The amount of ghosts alone makes us hide the place from muggles. Some magicals still come to pay their respects. Others show up to just gawk at the place. I've never had anyone come looking to reopen the school though."

"I guess I'm just a dreamer." Justin grinned.

"What is your dream school like?" James asked.

"We would leave the school open all year." Justin explained, "The summers would be spent teaching about muggle and all magical societies and how they are similar and different. It would be a day school for first years and any older that wanted or needed a refresher. The school year could be either a day school or boarding school. Both if we could manage it. Charms, Transfiguration, Potions and all the rest, but I want to teach them that everyone has potential. No one is any less important than anyone else."

"So you'll teach purebloods about muggles and teach muggleborns about magic?" James asked skeptically.

"No." Justin shook his head, "The only separation would be for age. I refuse to refer to anyone as a blood status. Besides we'll all need to learn how to interact with Centaurs, merpeople and other magical races and creatures. I wonder if the Goblins would lend us someone to teach us their culture."

"Do you think you could find other teachers with similar ideas?" James asked, "I would think that would be the hard part."

"I don't think it will be too hard." Justin shrugged, "Not everyone thinks like Major does. I believe most people just want to get along."

"Are you planning on being the charms professor or headmaster?" James asked.

"I still want to teach." Justin offered a grin, "I need to find a headmaster with similar ideas. Headmaster Thomas had the right mindset it's just too bad he retired."

"Open up." James had a vial in his hand.

"What's that?" Justin balked.

"The antidote to the truth serum I put in your tea." He offered with a smirk, "You don't think I invite just anyone to my home do you?"

"Why?" he asked as he took and sniffed the antidote. He recognized it and put a few drips on his tongue.

"I've been looking for some help." James waved his wand and the stooped old man disappeared. In his place was a straight standing older man. His messy dark hair and green eyes were gleeming, "My real name is Harry. Although James is my middle name so I've not been lying."

"You look familiar." Justine squinted.

"Maybe you've seen my chocolate frog card." Harry grinned.

"Harry Potter?" Justin breathed, "What are you doing here?" he indicated the shack.

"This is for show." He chuckled, "I live in the castle."

"But it's a wreck." He remembered the ruins he'd seen earlier.

"Looks from the gate can be deceiving." Harry flicked his wand and a trap door opened in the floor, "Would you like to see how it really looks?"

"Yes." He jumped up and followed Harry down the hole, shutting the trap door behind himself.

They walked in silence for a few minutes before the tunnel began to narrow, "Let me stun the tree first."

"What?" Justin asked as Harry reached out and did something.

"Come along." Harry climbed out first, "Don't doddle under the tree."

Justin climbed out and trotted after the old man. Once he reached him he turned back and saw a huge willow tree. He wondered for a moment why the man had said not to doddle. But a bird landed on one of the upper branches and the tree moved to swat it off.

"An enchanted tree?" he asked, "That doesn't like birds."

"A whomping willow." Harry grinned, "It was planted about a hundred and fifty years ago, give or take a decade."

"On school grounds?" he asked.

"There used to be another building over that trap door." Harry explained as they moved away from the tree, "Back when it was first planted a boy was admitted to the school. He had the affliction of lycanthropy. The willow was there to protect his transformation place from anyone getting in or him getting out."

"Did they school many werewolves back then?" he asked with a smile.

"Only the one." Harry sighed, "Now the disease seems to be eradicated so we have no need."

"Oh my." Justin stopped after he quit looking back at the tree. He had finally spotted the castle, "It's beautiful."

"It is." Harry nodded grinning at it, "It took me years to rebuild it since I could only work on it when I had free time."

"Why you?" Justin asked when they began to walk again.

"It was my responsibility." Harry shrugged in response, "The dark wizard I stopped was the last heir of one of the founders. The rest of the lines had ended decades before. I became the heir through the spoils of war. I own it so I must fix it."

"Why haven't you reopened it as a school?" Justin asked.

"No need to." He pointed out, "Your school was doing just fine."

"Merlin." Justin stopped in front of the school and just stared, "I can't believe I'm here and it looks like this."

"Greetings." A voice from behind them had them turning.

"Good afternoon Firenze." Harry spoke, "What can I do for you?"

He said nothing but pointed at the building behind the two wizards.

"We are considering opening it." Harry nodded, "I was going to approach you this afternoon and see what the herd thought. I'll address the merfolk, spiders and anything else that has concerns afterward."

"The stars are realigning." Firenze nodded, "Mars has moved to the house of Pluto and Venus is rising."

"Will you stay?" Harry asked.

"We were here before Mars was bright." Firenze turned and left.

"What did that all mean?" Justin asked.

"First off you need to know you can never get a straight answer out of a centaur." Harry grinned remembering the time Hagrid had told him that, "Otherwise he said they are expecting change and they have been here for a long time. I take that to also mean they have no plans on leaving if I open the school."

"How do you know?" Justin turned to him.

"I was here when Mars was bright." Harry turned and entered the school.

"What?" he asked but followed Harry in when he didn't receive an answer.

"This is the entry and ahead of us is the Great Hall." Harry opened the door, "As you see we still have the enchanted ceiling. That was a pain and a half to redo."

Justin glanced into the room and noted not only the ceiling, but the tables, dais and gleaming floor. He also couldn't miss the one spot that seemed to destroy the image of a pristine place by being a large dark spot on the floor with many cracks around it, "What happened to the floor?"

Harry grimaced as they left the hall, "The elves refuse to let it be repaired and have stopped all my efforts to fix it. They think it's as much a part of this castle as the doorways."

"Why, what happened there?" he was familiar with the elves. They didn't do things for no reason.

"That is the spot where the spells met, myself on one end and Voldemort on the other." Harry frowned, "I'd rather everyone just forget it."

"Maybe they think it should be a commemorative of the reason the school closed?" Justin offered.

"Sir Harry is there a guest for dinner?" an elf popped up and trotted at their side.

"I believe so. Justin will you be staying for dinner?" Harry turned to him.

"I'd love to." He nodded and smiled at the small elf, "Thank you."

"Rule one for joining my school." Harry offered a smile of his own, "Any being, race or creature is to be treated with the upmost respect. Anyone not adhering to that rule will be treated the same way they treated the other being, race or creature."

"What about sports and games?" Justin asked, "Quidditch can be rough even when playing legal."

"As long as the plays are legal you are fine." He explained, "It's when someone cheats that I have a problem."

"How many elves do you have?" Justin asked as they approached a gargoyle.

"Milkyway." Harry said. The gargoyle jumped out of the way and he continued up the stairs, "Around one hundred."

Justin followed him up the stairs slightly bewildered. At the top Harry opened a door and entered, Justin again followed him through. It was a circular room with many books and pictures amongst other things.

"This is my office." Harry took the seat behind the desk, "It is considered the Headmaster's office."

"Harry my boy, what is happening?" one of the portraits asked.

"Albus this is Justin." Harry introduced them, "He is asking me to reopen the school."

"About time." Muttered several portraits.

"Dare we hope to speak with someone with at least half a brain?" another asked.

"Severus behave." Albus' portrait spoke before turning to Justin, "Lovely to meet you. May I ask why you are here and not at that new school?"

"A new movement has begun." Harry frowned at the portrait, "A dislike of purebloods. The headmaster is not allowing purebloods to attend his school after this year."

"Preposterous." Several of the paintings gasped and huffed.

"So has begun the next war." The portrait that Albus had called Severus stated.

"I hope to stop it now rather than wait for a worse time." Harry told them shutting them all up, "I will reopen the school and we will be teaching that we are one magical society not a group of purebloods, a group of halfbloods and a group of muggleborns all shoved together."

"Good luck." Severus hesitated, "I suppose if anyone can accomplish something as insane as that it would be you."

"Why thank you Severus." Harry grinned, "I believe that is the nicest thing you've ever said to me."

"Don't get used to it." He growled.

"I wouldn't dare." Harry chuckled and turned back to Justin, "Tell me about this summer class you want."

"I think all first year students should be taught about the other facets of our society." Justin spoke eagerly, "Don't separate them in any way. Tell them the rules you expect them to adhere to and what the consequences are if they don't. Then stick to the plan."

"What about older years, those who come for the first time?" Harry asked.

"If someone is a seventh year and this is their first year at this school make them attend." He insisted, "One of the punishments could be attending again to remind them what they should have remembered."

"How much time do you think the classes will take?" Harry prodded.

"Depends if its punishment or orientation." Justin explained, "Punishment will last however long you deem necessary. Orientation could probably be done in four hours a day in a month or so if that."

"Enough time to understand what a muggleborn is, how they were raised and some of the things they have to go through." Harry nodded, "Then the same for the pureblood customs and things. The only problem is we still have the division. Muggleborn vs Pureblood with halfbloods trapped in the middle."

"Then change the name." Justin suggested.

"First generation for muggleborn." Harry said thoughtfully, "Second generation for everyone else. It won't matter if they're a halfblood or a pureblood who can trace their ancestors back to the time of the founders."

"That sounds promising." Justin agreed.

They worked until dinner. The house elves brought in enough to feed ten people and Harry smiled at them, "Thank you all, good job."

A few pops and they were alone again. They served themselves and as they ate Justin started asking questions, "How did you find out you were the heir by conquest?"

"That is a long story." Harry tried to beg off.

"I have time." Justin grinned.