The Hogwarts Train blared, and Harry hopped on. He walked through the train for a while before finding an empty compartment. Plopping down on the seat, he fell over and threw his feet up onto the other half of the seat, closing his eyes. Soon he drifted off, and dreams invaded.


A golden haired boy around 16 with equally golden eyes stood in a hospital room, sighing as yet another baby was stillborn. He watched as the red headed woman broke down into silent sobs, her raven haired husband letting a few tears of his own escape.

All of the sudden, there was a pull, and before the boy could understand what was happening, he disappeared, and when he opened his eyes, the red head was laughing in relief and smiling down at him.

"What shall we name him?" The raven haired man asked, and the woman looked down at him.

"Harry," She said. "Harry James Potter."


The dream changed, and it was one that was all too familiar.


A red headed woman that he recognized as his mother stood in front of him as the door of the nursery was blown off of its hinges. She whipped around as a man with dark brown hair walked into the room, smiling evilly.

"Please. Leave my son alone and kill me instead! Spare him!" She cried, and with a flick of his wand, a blinding green jet of light hit her, and she fell limp.

Turning to him, the man smiled evilly once again and the light hit Harry, before everything went dark.


Harry bolted up as the compartment door opened up, a red head poking his head in.

"Can I sit here? Everywhere else's full," He said, and Harry nodded, picking his glasses up off the floor. The world became even more blurry, and Harry took them off. He then realized that he could see without them.

'What the bloody hell?' Harry thought, looking at them, and then pocketing them, deciding to wait until later to freak out. Just then, a blond boy with gray eyes burst in, two really dumb looking kids on either side of him.

"I heard Harry Potter was in this compartment. Is it true?" The kid sneered, and Harry looked at him with a piercing green gaze, glasses not hiding the obvious distaste from the world any longer.

"So what if he is?" Harry said curtly, and the boy turned to him after insulting the red head who's name was apparently Ron Weasely.

"Just stopped by to say that you shouldn't hang out with the wrong sorts. That's all," The blonde sneered, sticking a hand out. "Draco Malfoy, by the way."

"I think I'll choose who are the wrong sorts, thank you very much," Harry growled, and the blonde retracted his hand, and whipped out of the compartment, muttering.

Ron turned to Harry, his eyes wide.

"You just told off Draco Malfoy," He stated, and Harry shrugged. He didn't think of it as a big deal, and Ron just let it go, seeing that Harry was thinking. Later in the train ride, and bushy haired girl walked in and asked if they'd seen a toad. She made a remark to Ron, and was off.

After that, everything was a blur of excitement to Harry. He had bought Ron some candy that they had split. Then he was getting ready.

Next thing Harry knew, they were in the hall leading to the Great Hall, and a woman who looked very much the stern Professor that she was told them of the four houses, and that they were to wait a moment to enter the Great Hall.

Harry was full of nerves as she came back, and the hat's song fell onto deft ears for him.

Girls and boys were sorted into houses by the hat, but Harry only remembered Malfoy and Ron being sorted into their respective houses.

"Potter, Harry," McGonagall called, and Harry jumped, quickly walking to the stool and the hat slipped over his eyes.

"Ah, so the famous Harry Potter," The hat spoke, and Harry mentally huffed.

"I can't be that bloody famous. I don't even remember what I did!" Harry said, annoyed, earning a chuckle.

"That you do not. Expect to soon, though," The had chirped, and Harry got the feeling it knew more than it was going to tell.

"What house do you think I belong in?" Harry wondered, and the hat grumbled.

"You have every trait from every house. You're impossible to place," It muttered, and Harry snorted.

"Which two are strongest, then?" He huffed out mentally, and the hat growled back.

"That is the problem, Mr. Potter. All of them are. Loyalty, Logic, Cunning, and Courage. All are there and not budging." The hat mumbled, and Harry heard murmurs.

"Then what do we do?'' Harry asked, and the hat made a sound that indicated that he remembered something.

"There is one other. A rare house to be placed in. The founder is famous but forgotten among Hogwarts Legends. He had all these traits and many more. Therefore, you belong in... DRAGONSGATE." The hat yelled, and a rumbling occured as another table erupted from the ground, a banner appearing from midair, it's colors were Bronze and Violet. Many gasped, not knowing what had happened, while Dumbledore stared on in shock, his eyes twinkling with unasked questions.

After the dinner was done, Dumbledore walked to Harry, who had no Prefect to take him to his dorms.

"I will lead you to your Chambers, my boy," He stated briskly, and Harry had to run to keep up with him. They walked to what Harry would find out was the Astronomy tower, and took a turn down a Hallway. Stopping at a door that had an elegant dragon holding a cross with wings and a crown, Dumbledore stopped.

"Choose your password wisely, for that is what you will use for the year," He stated, and Harry thought for a minute before coming to a decision.

"t'yevavor moghes," Harry said, and the dragon nodded before allowing him in. Looking back at the professor, Harry nodded once before continuing into the chamber, soon coming to a dusty room in which a fire had been hastily started.

Sighing as he looked around, Harry pulled off his robe and got to work on cleaning up the room and setting right the toppled over furniture that seemed older than it should have been. Soon enough, the first years room had been cleaned to a shine, and the lights working. The common room was spotless as well, the books back on the shelves, and the purple and golden furniture set up correctly.

Harry sunk down into a chair after pulling out a book, and read the cover.

Beginners Alchemy by Alphonse Elric.