WPB: The first chapter of a new story. God I'm bored. I'm out of school with nothing to do. Oh well, at least I don't have to take agriculture today. That class is such a waste of time. Blech.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter but I am currently renting Prince Of Shadows! (PoS: God you're such an idiot --;)

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Harry stepped gratefully out of the car, looking at the crowded station like it was the gates of heaven. 'Oh thank Merlin' he thought, tugging his large trunk from the back of the car. 'Five more minutes with him and I don't know what I'd do.'

Just as he got the trunk door down, Vernon took off like a shot, leaving the fifteen year old alone. This didn't bother him in the least of course. He was more than used to it, and in fact preferred it. There was little doubt in his mind that were Vernon to, heaven forbid, walk him to the train, he'd get on with a whole new bruise. Probably on his shoulder. He hadn't ever done any damage to that. Rolling his eyes he pulled the trunk onto a trolley and made his way to the train, not once noticing the silent person following behind.

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Ron leapt a foot in the air as the door to his compartment door was thrown open. "H-H-Harry!" he stammered, putting his hands behind his back. "Nice to s-see you again mate!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, tugging in his trunk. That was just about enough exercise for one day. "Hey Ron. Err,……..what are you doing?"

"N-n-nothing! Nothing at all!"

Harry raised an eyebrow, not at all convinced. "Oooookay. Think you could help me put my trunk up?"

"Yeah, sure." he said, much calmer with the attention being turned away. He stuck something in his back pocket, then stood to help his friend. Working together (though it was admittedly mostly Ron) they pushed the trunk up onto a rack before sitting back down. They were silent for a few moments, but when Ron looked up he saw Harry looking at a photograph. "What's that?"

"Just a couple of horny toads." he said casually, passing the picture over. Confused Ron held it up to see….. Him and Hermione asleep, cuddling on a coach. "Harry!" he shouted, sticking is hand in his now-empty pocket. "When did you--!"

"Nicked it from your pocket." he said, shrugging. "So did you two finally hook up, or Fred and George get you a birthday present?"

"More like blackmail." he grumbled, sticking it into his own trunk which was under his seat. Almost as an afterthought, he let it hang out a bit and put his feet on the top protectively. "Can we please get off the subject now?"

"Yeah yeah, okay…… So, where is Hermione anyways?"

"She's a bit on the late side. She ought to be here any minute now."

"Oh." said Harry. He looked out the window, immediately spotting a head of frizzy hair making a rush for the train. "Ah. Here she is."

Minutes later both Ron and Harry were being engulfed in bone crushing hugs that could rival those of Hagrid 's. "Hello Harry!" she said, giving him one last squeeze before settling herself in a seat.

Ron sniffed indignantly. "What? No hello for me?"

"Oh really Ron, I saw you just yesterday." she scoffed. "Don't act so childish."

Harry nodded along with her mockingly. "Yes Ron, don't get jealous!"

He got identical looks of shock and embarrassment. Not to mention a lot of yells, shouts, and even a lecture. Once everything calmed down they sat back in their seats, chatting happily. Right after the train started to move, Hermione snapped her fingers. "Oh! You guys, you'll never guess who I saw on the platform!"

"Who?" they both questioned.

"I'm pretty sure that it was Malfoy's little brother!"

"Ferret-face has a brother?" asked Ron, looking half surprised and half miserable.

"Apparently. I didn't get very close, but it looked just like him, only a lot shorter."

"Maybe he wont be as bad. You know. Younger, more innocent, less of a git."

"Ha! Dream on Harry! Younger only means that he knew Malfoy his whole life!"

"Who knew me?"

They all whirled around to see none other than Malfoy in the doorway, looking down at them coldly with his silver eyes. "You're younger brother." said Harry. He wasn't in the mood to fight, all of that got used up with Ron and Hermione. Now he was just curious.

Malfoy blinked, probably in surprise to be asked a question instead of being hexed. "My….brother?"

"Yes." said Hermione. "I saw him on the platform. About five foot, white/blonde hair pretty pale."

He sent her a dirty look. "I don't have a brother, Granger. Or any siblings as a matter of fact. Are you sure you didn't just see me?"

"Do you often wear jeans and blue hoodies?"

He gestured to his obviously expensive, silver silk robes. "Now what do you think?"

"True." she stretched out her arm casually. "But I really didn't get that close."

"Well that will teach you not to assume. I'll be going now. If Pansy comes by, you haven't seen me."

"Sure." said Harry. Malfoy gave them one last look, before swiftly exiting their compartment. "Well that was interesting. A civil conversation with the Slytherin Prince."

Ron growled, practically foaming at the mouth. "How could you two just TALK to that bloody git!"

"I wasn't in the mood for an argument."

"Yeah but HE---!"

"-wasn't in the mood for an argument either."

"Honestly Ron, try to be a bit more open minded."

At that moment Ron spotted a foggy form through the glass of the door(its that foggy glass you can only see through a little). "Ah. See? Proves my point. Here he is to make up for the fight he didn't start."

Slowly, oh so very slowly, the door started to open. Harry just got a glimpse of blonde hair before Ron was out of his seat, yanking the person through the door by their collar. "Come back already Malfoy?" snarled the youngest Weasley boy. "You got cocky! Shoulda brought yer goons like ya said you were!"

Instead of showing any sort of reaction, the boy (because Hermione and Harry could easily see it wasn't him from this distance) kept his face beneath his rather long white/blonde bangs, looking down at the freckled hands that kept him aloft.

"What, no smart-ass come back Ferret Face!"

"No but…. Do you… think you could… put me down?"

Ron immediately dropped him, shocked. That was not Malfoy's voice. If the height difference, Muggle clothes, and completely un-gelled hair hadn't made it painstakingly obvious that this was a different person, the soft, beautiful, almost angelic voice did. "Y-y-you're not Malfoy!"

"No." the boy said, his voice devoid of the anger or indignation it should have held. It was completely impassive. And instead of moving from the floor, he instead shifting into a slightly more comfortable position, eyes trained on his knees.

"We're really sorry about him." said Hermione. "Ron's a little….excitable."

The boy shrugged.

"R-really I-I didn't mean to… I…I thought you were Ferret face!" stammered Ron, embarrassed beyond belief.

"Well he's obviously not!" huffed Hermione. "Now apologize to him!"

"I-I'm really sorry, mate." said Ron, reaching down a hand to help the boy up. "I really wouldn't have done that if I knew you weren't him."

Another shrug of the shoulders. "It's no big deal." he said, his beautiful voice so quiet Harry had to strain to hear it. It only bothered him a little that he found his voice beautiful because it most definitely was. There was simply no other way to describe it. It was a little like the Veela 's song, only not quite as melodious. More like if you were to just go up and talk to one. The boy was probably a great singer.

"Err, uh, what year are you in?" asked Harry as the silence stretched on. The boy had not really acknowledged Ron's hand, which was now hanging limply at his friend's side, but it was likely he hadn't seen it, since he had never looked up. Probably nervous about being attacked by a complete stranger.

"……………….sixth." he said after a few second of contemplation.

"Sixth?" said Hermione in surprise. "That can't be right! I've never seen you before and I've taken nearly every class at least once."

"…..I'm new. I went to Gensanchi."

"Gensanchi? I've never heard of that school. Where is it?"

"Japan."

"You're Japanese?" said Harry. "You don't have an accent at all."

"I……grew up in Japan, with my relatives….. My parents were….. German….. I think."

"Were?" said Hermione. "Did…. Did they die?"

"Hai….. But I was not even a year old I…. do not remember them. Haku and Hakubo took me in."

"Oh… I'm sorry." said Harry. "Err, my parents died when I was little too. My uncle and aunt raised me."

"Then we…. Have the same story….. I suppose."

"I guess we do." said Harry slowly, knowing it wasn't true. The boy's halted way of talking seemed to be catching on a bit though. He wondered if it was from the language barrier or him just being shy. Guessing that Haku and Hakubo meant uncle and aunt, he pressed on. "Do you have any cousins? My aunt and uncle are both Muggles. My cousin too. He's a fat lard, though."

The boy nodded a bit. "Yes. I have two cousins. They're starting here too."

"Oh really? What year are they in?" asked Hermione.

"Kei is in seventh…… Mujihi is in sixth also… They are both….Interesting."

Ron, who seemed to have gotten over his mortification, at least for the moment, lifted up his head, brown eyes attempting to peer through the thick, straight hair and at his face. "We know your cousins' names, but we don't know yours."

"My name is Serge….. Serge Crimsun."

"I'm Ron Weasley."

"Hermione Granger."

"Harry Potter."

He nodded, finally lifting up his face. What they saw was very surprising. One eye a bright, shiny gold and one as blue as sapphires looked up at them with the blank expression of someone who was miles away, but still listening intently. His skin was white as snow(yeah, stole it from Snow White. Sue me, why don't ya?), flawless other than a long, thin, scar running from the underside of his chin and nearly to his left, gold eye. The golden trio was struck with the admittedly foolish, though understandable feeling of being in the presence of a fallen angel. Harry had no idea how he could be mistaken for Malfoy. Serge was entirely too perfect.

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The rest of the train ride was spent normally enough. The usual comments, inquiries, visitors, and the new gentle prodding of Serge. It was a rather nice trip, overall. They couldn't find out a lot about Serge, really, as he would often become so lost in thought he didn't even realize they were speaking to him. He'd just disappear behind his bangs, gorgeous eyes glazing over, completely gone from the small compartment.

Before long the journey was over and the train screeched to a halt. Students spilled out from all of the doors and out onto the platform. Harry, Hermione, and Ron started on their way to the Thestral-drawn carriages, before he was halted by a hand on his elbow. He looked to see the smaller boy looking up at him with slightly concerned eyes that were only just visible. "Harry…… Where do I go?"

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Do I go with you…" he looked at the carriages, then over at Hagrid, who was calling the eleven year olds to the boats. "……Or with the first years?"

"Erm, actually, I don't really- - -"

"Potter!" snapped a voice from less than two feet away, cutting him off. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Hullo, Professor Snape." Harry said sullenly, looking at his least favorite teacher. "I'm just trying to help the new student."

Snape 's lip curled distastefully. "Filling impressionable minds with tales of your fame no doubt." he growled, causing Harry's back to stiffen. "I shall take him from here, if you don't mind to terribly." he turned his obsidian eyes on Serge, who having sensed the git-laced vibes surrounding the teacher had been slowly attempting to hide behind the Gryffindor Golden Boy. "Mr. Crimsun! Stop trying to hide and follow me! I shall be taking you and you're cousins to meet with the headmaster."

Serge nodded warily, releasing Harry's elbow, neither of which having realized he was still holding, and quickly followed after the dour man.

Harry, Hermione and Ron watched him go, before piling into the carriage. "Poor guy." said Hermione. "Between Ron and Snape I can't imagine Serge getting a very good first impression of Hogwarts."

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Ha. I'm done. And bored. I listened to Malice Mizer songs the whole time I wrote. You think it helped any? If it did tell me and I'll keep it up. By for now. PLEASE REVIEW!