TERRORISTS, LUNATICS, ROCKERS AND MORE, OH MY! WHAT ON EARTH IS HOGWARTS COMING TO?

In a bathroom stall by the Hogwarts boarding platform, a swarthy, dark-skinned child in a brown Islamic robe was making one last check of his possessions before the train arrived, mentally jotting down the items in his large, black, shoulder bag. As he started to rummage through its miscellaneous items, he saw his spare robes, his books, his wand, a small but bulging bag filled with galleons, some other stuff, and the prize and joy of his life, his- HOLY CRAP OF ALLAH! "WHERE THE FLYING FUCK IS MY C6!"

He quickly went through his bag again. Nope, no bag of C6. Shit, this could suck balls… If one of them set it off… He forcibly repressed a shudder and stuffed everything back inside, while cursing in ways he hadn't known he could.

Thankfully, nobody heard him cursing inside the magically soundproofed stall. But he burst out into and out of the bathroom screaming, shocking some of the people who had their robes down to relieve their bladders. Once outside though, there wasn't enough room to run around through the huge body press of hundreds of children and parents waiting for the Hogwarts Express with too much luggage.

"Think rationally", he muttered to himself under his breath. "It can't have gone all that far." Then he heard a slightly higher voice shout from behind him "OH MY GOD! WE'RE ALL GONNA- ahem, has anyone lost a large box of explosives?" He repeated the question several times, as he struggled to make himself heard.

The Arab turned around sharply and he pushed his way through the throng of people, apologizing as he went, he heard some people call at him from behind as he upset their little carts of luggage. Sheesh, people brought a lot of useless junk with them.

"Hey watch it!"

What was that for?"

"Aw screw you!"

Finally, he reached the relative comfort of the guy waving the sack like a lunatic. "Don't do that!" he screamed in response to his most prized possession being tossed around like a rag doll. The guy just put it down and shrugged.

"These yours?" he asked dryly. "You shouldn't leave things like this lying around. Most of the people here wouldn't have recognized it." he continued without waiting for a reply.

With a closer look, he guessed the guy was from the Middle East, being dark skinned and wearing a billowing robe. He also had a carry-on bag draped over his shoulder that seemed to carry several small nations inside. His eyes were pale grey though, and the C6… it didn't seem out of place with the guy. Was he a terrorist or somethin'?

He raised his hand in greeting. "Name's Daniel Ackren. Danny for short. Nice ta' meet cha." he said, with a grin.

The other kid looked at him slowly, sizing him up. Danny knew what a mess he must look like. Ripped and baggy jeans, maybe two inches taller, a black t-shirt that proclaimed in burning red letters "Anthems of the Damned-World Tour Genesis", knee-high dragon-skin boots, "Jeez, the poor kid must think I'm some kind of lunatic." I do wish I could've brushed my hair though. His hair was completely in bangs, and it almost covered his black eyes.

With a slow nod of his head, the other child met his hand. "Juhziz," he said curtly. "Rodall Juhziz". Then with a smile that spread across his face, "Rodall Demo Juhziz".

"Whatever you say pal" he laughed as they walked towards the boarding platforms. "So, wanna get some food? Train won't be coming 'til a half hour later." Rodall shrugged but blithely added "I don't have all that much money though."

Daniel abruptly stopped and his face frowned in an expression of confusion. "Huh? Wait, but I thought… Hold on, are you a pure-blood or what?" Rodall's face frowned back. "I… guess… It's kinda complicated. You see, I lived with a tribe of nomads called the Khakari north of Chitral." Seeing the confused look of Danny's face he added helpfully "That's in Pakistan by the border of Uzbekistan." It didn't help, and he could've been speaking dragon as far as he was concerned, but he politely motioned for him to continue.

"We were an animist tribe, but we all did magic. The only thing is, even though we were technically magical, we didn't take galleons or nothing. Gold couldn't buy you yak shit where we were from. And hey, yak shit is pretty useful stuff. You dropped it to make a trail, and you could follow it for miles." Seeing the sly smile on his listener's face, he slapped him across the face.

"But seriously, he continued, nobody else came since if someone saw you and didn't know you, they got suspicious fast. And in the mountains, you might not find him for a year, and god knows who they might've talked to after you had finally found them." Danny frowned again and asked, quite reasonably, "So how did you get accepted into Hogwarts then? I mean, normally Hogwarts only sends out letters to people who have some relations to England."

"My parents." Juhziz muttered bitterly. "I was born here, and then we came back for something, dunno what." "So where are your-…" He took a look at Rodall's face, frozen in a wince. "Ooh, sorry mate, touchy subject, my bad." Then he brightened and continued on "So where'd you get the money you do have?"

Glad for a change in the topic, the Arab boy saw no choice but to say the truth as delicately as possible. "I blew up a Muggle bank, killed five people who were in my way with my hunting knife, stole thousands of pounds worth in gold, sold it in Knocturn Alley for a pretty penny, and then hid in Diagon Alley away from the police for three days. That's all I can say without indicting myself to the Ministry of Magic"

The silence that emanated from Daniel could've been heard over a pissed-off Norwegian Ridgeback in heat (Or unheard). "Um, wow… My aunt and uncle just gave me fifty galleons and called it a day…" Looking for yet another change in topic, he blurted out, "By the way, did you hear? The "Boy-Who-Lived" is coming with us to Hogwarts."

He only shrugged as a response. Obviously he didn't know who the hell that was, and he evidently didn't care. "Oh come on mate! You know, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, Death Eaters, Potters, and-"

His rambling tirade was interrupted by the double-blast of the two horns on a huge, bright red train with the words Hogwarts Express written in green cursive letters on every cabin. "Oh! Well, come on mate, let's get go get some decent seats." He picked up his one luggage with a good show of grunting and moaning. He was bustled and pushed by the crowd as they too rushed forward so they could be first on when the train rolled to a stop.

"Magical expansion charm, my aunt did it", he said with a sigh. "Go on without me, just save me some seats." Juhziz rushed forward to reach the door, and he managed to slide into a seat in the middle of their section. Looking around, the furniture was decorated with comfort in mind, with magically softened cushions, magically expanded luggage storage areas, and a warm color design. He hefted his luggage over his head, and reclined into beige colored bliss under a sign that read Cabin 58.

A few moments later though, Daniel reached his cabin, his face pale and sweating, and his luggage moaning and howling behind him. "Jesus Christus on a pogo stick! I think she compressed a goddamn troll into there!" He just dropped it and pushed it underneath the table. The suitcase kept moaning and howling though, so he kicked it, hard. That shut it up, but the cabin started to creak under its weight. They hurriedly shifted it out into the aisle.

Before they could relax, they heard a scampering of feet and a distinct "OW!" They snapped around from their peaceful daydream to see a young Asian girl lying over Danny's luggage rubbing her head. "What frickin all son-of-a-b-" She turned around to see both of the boys staring at her. "Oh, this is your luggage." She bowed and continued, "Please accept my humble apologies even though you were being an utter fricker by shoving your f-ing luggage in my path."

Coming from anyone else, the different tones in the statement would've pointed to bipolar disorder. But coming from her, it sounded natural, even normal.

"Don't I know this girl?" Danny thought to himself silently. "Black hair, blue highlights, black eyes, a little shorter than me… I know I've seen her before… just where? Ah well, maybe, maybe not." But it nagged at the back of his head. "And your name is…?"

"Kaitlin Ku-" It was like a light bulb started flashing over his head. "Kusagawa. Kaitlin Kusagawa, and daughter of the Japanese ambassador to Great Britain. You made the Guardianyesterday," he said with a smug grin that said Gotcha! in big, flashing, neon letters. "Something like "Daughter of Japanese Ambassador Goes to Mysterious Private School."

Goddamnit, was there always going to be someone who recognized them? I'd even gone to the trouble of getting highlights for this. "I see you have recognized me, but could you please stfu and move in? Normally I wouldn't stoop as to sit with you, but," she shuddered," all the other seats other have lechers who are staring at me, or utter creeps like the guy behind me."

They all turned to look, and he was rather scary, Juhziz thought to himself. He was writing on a small notebook frantically on his knees, and every few seconds he would toss a page to his side onto a small pile, or pick one up from there and scribble something down. He was wearing a plain white shirt over his jeans, and he had two bulges in his pockets that seemed enlarged against his gaunt and skeletal frame. He kept mumbling to himself, and what they could make out was spoken in an icy calm tone.

But his face… His hair was black, and rumbled in bangs. His eyes were wide open and looked curious, but still managed to pierce through you without even looking at you. Around them were huge eye bags that seemed to go all the way down to his cheeks. He had seen faces like that before, in Knockturn Alley. It was the face of a poisoner, the kind of person who did everything for knowledge, not to actually kill.

He had seen the face on a man in a street corner, his eyes practically on fire with intelligence and curiosity. He had been peddling little potions, and when nobody would take one, he shrugged, wrote on a note card "If found dead, please do not take to St. Mungo's. Recipe for poison is" and after that there was something scribbled out. He had taken a bottle, quaffed it in one, and began to take notes on its effects, even as he had thrown up and bled onto the street.

Rodall snapped himself out of his reverie and looked at Daniel. He appeared to be staring out into space, slack-jawed, until he followed his gaze and watched it lead to Kaitlin's face. Oh god, please tell me he wasn't in- "Hey Juhziz?" came the whispered voice from his right. "I think I'm in love". Oh damnit! This is going to suck balls!

"So, do you mind if I sit here or what?" Before the obviously love struck Daniel could reply, Juhziz spoke "Sure. By the way, who is that guy?" A cold voice drifted in from behind her and said "Mackenzie Strife, not really a pleasure to meet you," turning back to his notes.

"An utter-"Kaitlin started, before the voice interrupted again and finished "creep. Or an utter freak. I'm not quite sure which one. A 78 chance its creep though." The girl was struck dumb; her most eloquent thought coming out was "I WAS going to say that. How did he know I would say that?" "Psych profiles. Plus I have very good hearing." He shrugged and continued to look around.

Her face practically fuming, she turned to face him

Before things could get any worse when they stepped to face him, a sneering voice could be heard from a few cabins back, "Really Potter, you should be more careful who you hang around." Then a more shaky voice also from there replying, "I'm sure Malfoy" Then a laugh as a blond youth started walking towards them, but then the kid they were facing turned around and stood up to meet him with a piece of paper in hand.

"You would be Draco Malfoy, first name Draco, last name Malfoy, middle name Lucian, blood type AB, born in 1989, born in Capricorn, son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy?" he rattled off his list. Before Malfoy could open his mouth to reply, he continued from a different piece of paper. "Treated for clinical depression at St. Mungo's magically, when you were seven, greatest fear; Gall Sharks, personality type; cocky, over -confident git," he heard a few snickers coming from behind Draco, "Hobbies; annoying and antagonizing others, family history; Slytherin, drug/alcohol abuse; once, with muggle marijuana, final notes; annoying bastard." He frowned. "I know I didn't write that. I wouldn't have put it so politely." He looked up to see Draco reddening. "Is any of this wrong by any chance?" he added in the same calm tone that had infuriated us.

There, that'll teach the cocky git a lesson. Still, I wonder who wrote that there. Maybe Mad-Eye. He was the one who tried to bring in his dad, wasn't he? Probably shouldn't have let him see my files. No matter, but hmm, what's this? The two goons by his side, they appear to be moving for me. The fat one punched me on my upper bicep, muscle density of approximately 143 pps, fairly impressive for someone his age.

Now the other one is grabbing my arms from behind me, I do not appear to be able to shake him off, estimated weight of at least 138 pounds, the other one has punched me four inches above my kidney, and ruptured two bones, probably ribs, and their leader is coming closer. The blood damage appears to be minor, with only three major vessels damaged, will likely heal in two to three days. Intense pain appears to be filtering through my nerves, possibly my arm is damaged as well. Will need further observation.

From the side, Daniel watched as Malfoy pointed at Mackenzie and his two goons marched forward. As the first one punched at him, he merely raised his arm to block, but then the other one came in from behind him and grabbed both of them. Then the first one brought his fist back and connected, hard with Mackenzie's body, and he heard a definite crack, as he started coughing up blood. Malfoy started walking towards him, like he had actually beaten him. "Well, he said smiling, any last words?"

Still smirking, Mackenzie answered, "Yes, can someone please find my Crabbe and Goyle index? It should be in the Malfoy section, under servants." When nobody moved, he continued, "I just need you to write down under Crabbe VI muscle density of 143 pps and under Goyle write under the weight category 138 pounds est."

Before Daniel could stop her, Kaitlin jumped up and practically screamed. "Oh for freak's sake, what has he done to you?" "Well, well, well, what have we here?"It was only at that point she realized that she might've done something wrong. Everyone was staring at her, even Mackenzie and his captor, with a demented smile on his face. Gulping down fear and as bravely as she could she said, "Kaitlin, Kai-". Mackenzie was slowly bending his right knee while raising his right foot and she looked at him quizzically. Was he trying to tell her something?

With a fake air of exasperation Malfoy sighed. "Last name please?" "It's Kaitlin Ku-" She was cut short by a blood-curling cry from her right. She looked, and it was Goyle screaming behind her. Mackenzie had apparently heeled him in his crotch, and as he pulled his leg out, he pulled both of the lumps from his pockets. Two flashes of silver gleamed out, and Crabbe unconsciously took a step back.

Apparently they were throwing knives, the kind that has the blade curved to one side, and the end of the blade serves as the guard. Nonetheless, they were extremely effective in melee, as she had seen her father's collection of them before. Her brain managed to process all of this before Goyle stopped screaming and collapsed to the floor.

In one swift motion, even as he disengaged his leg from Goyle's, he slammed the hilt of his right knife into Crabbe's chin as well as passing him and slamming into Malfoy. Before he could react, he moved his left knife up to his throat with a sadistic smile.

"Kusagawa. Kaitlin Kusagawa," He finished, "Well, well, well, Malfoy, what have we here?" Standing up and sheathing his right knife, he drawled "I'd kill you, but that would be messy and you're right in front of my cabin. Dead guys decompose remarkably quickly."

He stepped back and appeared to be putting away his left knife, but without warning he slammed it down over Crabbe's prone body with sudden violence. A collective gasp rose from his audience, but the blade bounced away dully from his body.

Laughing out loud he picked up the dagger and stared at the fading blue outline on it. It danced like fire, flickering all along the blade and ending at the haft. The color seemed to fade in some spots, only to rise again in another. Finally, the flames died down and he slotted it back into his belt.

"Cassandra charm", he explained, "couldn't cut bread like this." Sitting back down, he pulled out a vial of yellowish fluid, with the consistency of honey. He swished it around a few times and prepared to remove the stopper, when he noticed that neither Crabbe, Goyle, nor Malfoy had gotten up yet.

Sighing out loud, he passed the flask over to them. "Here, drink this. I'm not going to spend the first year of Hogwarts in detention." He leaned back into his seat, his face a mask of perfect tranquility.

It was a girl named Parvati Patail who first noticed it. She was sitting in front of him, and had been staring at him along with the rest of the first years. At first it was only a small patch, but then it began to spread all over his shirt. Combined with the shock of everything else that had happened on the train, it was too much for her. She shrieked, pointing at his shirt. Blood was leaking out, spewing forward and staining it. Then she promptly fainted.

When she had screamed, the first one to respond was Mackenzie himself. His gaze sank, and then turned to the bottle of healing potion. However, the three of them had long since finished it. He tried in vain to wipe some of the blood off, but it had seeped into his shirt.

Staring at his shirt, he sighed again and sank down even further. The pain burned at him, but it was bearable. But oh god, how it hurt! It seeped through every fiber of his boy, burning like an open flame. He could feel himself starting to lose consciousness. But before he fell into blissful oblivion, he managed to say, as calmly as he could, "Damnit. I think I'm going to die." He slumped down, his head falling to the side and onto the aisle.

Daniel had been watching the whole scene from the side. When he saw him fall to the ground, and watch the rest of the train file in to watch, the first thought that came to him was "This is gonna be one hell of a school year. One hell of a year indeed." God, how did I even get here? He thought about it or a while before shrugging and stepping aside for the bystanders. He was going to be ok, wasn't he?

He couldn't have known it, but inside Hogwarts Castle, someone else was saying that exact thing, but with a decidedly different look on their face.

"Did you say something to me?" A tall man, with greasy hair and a hawked nose asked contemptuously. All this mumbling was making him uneasy.

"No." The voice said timidly.

"Good. Then may I suggest that you don't imply it… Professor Quirrel."

If he had turned around, he would've seen an unholy smile stretch across Quirrel's face. "Oh yes Snape, one hell of a year indeed."

A/N: So, how did you like it? I know the chapter seems a little short, but I just wanted it to act as an intro without the intro being 5 words long.