I know that this may not be what you wanted but after my document for the second chapter of Beyond the best was deleted I thought I needed a break from Pokemon fanfictions, so why not do a Harry Potter one. Let's start!
A young boy - no older than eleven - stood in front of a scarlet steam engine with a sign that read Hogwarts Express, a trunk - which was full of school books, school equipment - in one hand and a cage with a snowy owl - who he named Hedwig after finding a name in one of his school books - sleeping inside in the other. Harry looked at the train to see that most of the carriages were already full before dragging his trunk off the platform and making his way to the back of the train to find an empty compartment. Once he had found an empty carriage, he put Hedwig's cage inside the train first and pulled his trunk in after... though miserably failing and possibly breaking his toe. Harry pulled out his wand, trying to remember the charm he'd been practising the night before, which made things float. He tried to recall the spell, "Win... Wingardium? Wingardium... Leviosa? Yeah, Wingardium Leviosa!" Harry pointed his wand at the trunk and cast the charm causing it to float, he slightly flicked his wand backwards and the trunk dropped onto the floor of the train, which he quickly boarded. He smiled to himself realising that he successfully cast a charm. He and started thinking: about what this new school was going to be like; about what subjects they'd teach; or about possible friends he could make - that is if he made any.
Suddenly, he was snapped out of his thoughts hearing a bang on the compartment door. He turned to see a brunette, with curly hair and already wearing the school robes, knocking on the compartment door. He made a gesture to come in and the girl opened the door and sat in the seat opposite to Harry.
"You don't mind me sitting with you, right?" she asked Harry, in a slightly nervous tone.
"No. Actually, I feel flattered that you chose to sit with me. It would get quite lonely without anyone to talk to, well I could reread one of the school books but it would still feel lonely."
The brunette's eyes widened when he mentioned reading the school books, "You read the school books too? You're the first person I've met on this train that's read one of the school books. I think we'll get along well..."
"Harry Potter, and you are?"
"Harry Potter, you appear everywhere in the school books - even in the extra books, I bought. Oh, and to answer your first question my name's Hermione Granger."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hermione," Harry said, "Please don't expect too much prowess from me in magic, I've only known about the wizarding world since the start of summer."
"Me too! Neither of my parents knew about wizarding, and it was such a surprise when we got the letter - though they encouraged me to enrol, and here I am now. I guess we're both new to the wizarding world, except everyone will expect way more skill from you. Especially from Slytherin, from I've heard at least."
The last bit intrigued Harry, " What do you mean? You have as equal a chance to become the 'greatest sorcerer that's ever lived' as anyone else."
"Not in the eyes of a large chunk of the wizarding community, have you ever heard about blood supremacy? According to one of the extra books I bought at Diagon Alley, the pureblood community believes some rather racial things: if a wizard or witch's parents are both wizards the wizard or witch is stronger then say another who only has one family member that knows of the wizarding world - and in my case much stronger than one who has no family members that are either a witch or a wizard. But thankfully not all wizards who have pureblood believe in blood supremacy: Dumbledore, for example, has treated everyone equally but, then again, what do you expect from the leader of the light and Chief Warlock of Wizengamot - which, if you're wondering, is to do with the politics of the wizarding world."
"You did a lot of extensive research about the wizarding world haven't you," Harry laughed as she nodded. He then noticed that he was so engrossed in their conversation that he hadn't noticed the train was almost out of London.
"So how about we change the topic to our lives, I mean we barely know each other, so you go first,"
Harry cringed, losing his balance and almost collapsing from remembering all the torture he'd endured for as long as he could remember. Hermione noticed this quickly, "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to after all, from your reaction I doubt that you've had the best childhood - actually judging from your reaction I doubt you had a normal childhood."
"No, no it's fine but you're right about me not having a normal childhood. There are lots of reasons I hated my childhood: First off, as I'm sure you'd know from all the books, I'm an orphan and the people that took care of me - my aunt and uncle - weren't the nicest people you'd meet; secondly, I was forced to become a slave and had to learn how to cook, do the laundry and clean the house - at the age of five; thirdly, my uncle beat me for almost any reason such as getting a higher score then my cousin, not making adequate food - when I was still five making no effort to teach me -, or for simply existing; fourthly, I was bullied and teased because my cousin bullied the rest of the school into turning against me; and finally, I've never made a friend that stayed with me for more than a day - because of reason four - so, in other words, you're my first friend."
"I doubt that most of the people on this train, if not the country, can't say they've had a shitter life then yours - excuse the bad language but you get what I mean. The only bad thing about my life was that I was bullied for reading, and always retreating to my library of books. I also didn't make many friends but that was because I was more of an introvert than a socialite."
"I guess that makes two of us," Harry said earning a small smile from the brunette.
They the turned to the door, hearing it slide open and seeing a smiling, dimpled woman. "Anything off the cart, dears?" she said.
Harry jumped to his feet, due to not having breakfast, causing Hermione to giggle. She got up and they both looked at what the cart had to offer: Bettie Bott's Every Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes and Liquorice Wands. Harry got a few of everything, deciding to try the delicacies of the wizarding world, whilst Hermione simply bought a Pumpkin Pasty, two Cauldron Cakes and a few Liquorice Wands. Harry paid for both of them and they both re-entered their compartment and looked at what they bought.
"It seems you've got a sweet tooth," Harry said taking a bite out of his pumpkin pasty, "Hmmm, this is better than I thought it'd it be."
"You must be hungry!" Hermione said, snacking on a few of the liquorice wands.
"You have no idea!" Harry said taking another huge bite out of his pumpkin pasty, "You can have anything I bought, I doubt I'll be able to eat all of this."
"So Harry, I'm sure you've read in one of the history books, which house do you want to be in?" Hermione asked, now taking a bite from a pumpkin pasty, "You were right, this is really good! Back on topic, which house do you want to join - though I guess you don't choose as The Sorting Hat does that, at least from what I've read."
"Ravenclaw. I just don't feel I fit in with the other house types. Gryffindor requires courage and faith, which you can easily tell I lack. Slytherin is the house of the cunning, and I'm not exactly the sneakiest, secretive guy you'll find. I guess I could possibly become a Hufflepuff, I like to consider myself loyal and trusting, though I'd rather be a Ravenclaw, they're said to be the most successful in the studies and exams."
"I want to be in Gryffindor, I've heard that Dumbledore - the headmaster - was in that house when he attended Hogwarts, though I guess Ravenclaw wouldn't be bad. I hope we're in the same house, it'd be sad if I made a new friend and then not see him a lot for the rest of the year."
"I'm sure we'll be in same house, we're very alike. Have you learnt any charms or spells so far? You seem like the one that would prepare for a new school. I've learnt quite a few: the levitating charm, the locking spell and the unlocking charm."
"Cool! I only know the wand-lighting charm, the mending charm and the locking charm. I've also been practising the unlocking charm and the softening charm."
Harry laughed a bit, "I guess I've got worthy competition for the best student in the year. So, Hermione d'ya think you can teach me the mending charm? It'd help my life a lot with my tendency to break things and with the Dursleys."
"Dursleys?"
"My cousin, my aunt and my uncle."
"Oh. Well for your question, I'd be happy to teach you the charm, I'll even teach you the wand-lighting charm as a bonus. As long as you teach me the levitating charm and help me practise the unlocking charm." she then noticed that Harry's glasses were being held together by tape, making it a perfect example. She pulled out her wand and placed the tip just in front of his glasses, "Reparo!"
Harry's glasses started to glow a little before it repaired itself, looking as if they had just been bought, "Cool! You've got a deal!" Harry said extending his arm out, which Hermione shook. Harry picked up a pack of Bettie Bott's Every Flavour Beans and threw one of the beans in his mouth, "Ooh, chocolate flavoured jelly beans."
"Chocolate jelly beans? Can I have one?" she asked Harry, who gave her a brown coloured jelly bean. Her face crinkled as if she was about to be sick, "Coconut flavoured. I hate coconuts!"
"Must've given you a different one. I wonder what this red bean will be," he said, dropping one in his mouth and chewing on it, "HOT! HOT! HOT!" Harry kept breathing heavily as he kept breathing in and out, "Ghost peppers. I both love and hate them."
The duo of eleven-year-olds was talking about one of their school books when the door suddenly opened, and a red-headed boy slid the door open.
"Hey, do you think I could sit next to you? The carriage I was in before has some snotty blood purity believer. I didn't mind at first but it got more and more irritating as time passed," the boy asked.
"I guess you can sit there, my name's Hermione Granger. What's yours?" Hermione said, a slight edge in her voice.
"My name's Ron Weasley. So have you two heard the rumours?" He inquired.
"I haven't heard any rumours from anyone. What is it?"
"Haven't you heard, Harry Potter's going to Hogwarts this year. Don't you know about him? Everyone's been buzzing about it."
"Oh, well I knew that. I mean he's right next to me."
Ron's eyes widened and his mouth became an 'o' shape, "You mean you're Harry Potter, you're the Boy-Who-Lived. You know you're the only one to ever survive the killing curse, and from You-know-who at that."
"You-Know-Who? Do you mean Voldemort?" Harry said deciding to join the conversation.
Ron gasped audibly, "You just said You-Know-Who's name. Don't you feel scared? No-one ever dares to say HIS name."
"Scared? If anything I find it easier to say Voldemort than You-Know-Who. It makes him sound like he's the devil himself or something."
"He's The Dark Lord, he's the closest living thing to the devil. He's taken more lives than any other wizard in the world!"
"Changing the topic from the person who murdered my parents, which house would you like to join Ron?"
"Gryffindor, all my brothers were in it and my parents were in it when they attended. But imagine if they put me in Slytherin, You-Know-Who was ion there. You?"
Harry was about to open his mouth before Hermione replied, "I and Harry want to either go in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw."
"Ravenclaw? It's not as bad as Slytherin, it's full of bookworms - and bookworms are people who waste their lives in books and don't make friends."
Hermione looked slightly offended for a moment but her face quickly returned to a neutral expression, "Oh, well I've read loads of books and I've made quite a few friends. And most say I'll have a successful future."
"Oh. Well anyway, what Quidditch team do you support?"
"I don't have any, never seen a match, or ever known a team. I've only known about the wizarding world for a few months and only know about Quidditch from what Hermione said from one of her books."
Ron was about to start babbling about the rules of Quidditch but then realised that Harry just mentioned knowing about it. "Oh," he said and an awkward silence arose.
Hermione opened her mouth and was about to say something when compartment door slid open and three boys entered. Harry felt like he'd seen one of them before.
"Is it true? There are loads of people down the train that have said that Harry Potter is in this compartment."
"Yep, that's me," Harry said, looking at the two boys next to the one who was speaking to him. They looked as if they were mindless gorillas, thick and mean.
"Well, my name is Draco Malfoy and I see you've made friends with a Weasley." Draco said, his voice dripping with venom when he said Weasley, "I've heard all about you Weasleys from my father: red hair freckles and extremely poor. He says their blood traitors. You see Harry soon you'll find out that wizards are classed on their parents. You've got purebloods, like you and I, half-bloods, who only have one parent from the wizarding world, and mud-bloods." he said, now with even more venom on the word mud blood, "You don't want to mix with blood traitors and mud-bloods Harry-"
"Let me guess, you want me to become part of your little blood purity group. Well, the answer is no. I see no problem with them, so I see no reason to degrade them. You just seem to think that if the great Harry Potter joins your group then there'll be less backlash."
Draco's face was tinted a slight pink, "You've made a new enemy Potter. And making this enemy will be your biggest mistake. I'll ask you again Potter. It'd be better for you to join me then to leave me." Draco waited for a reply but didn't receive one, "You've just made the worst mistake of your life Potter. And when you come crawling to me, begging for mercy, you'll realise it." And with that, he left.
"Well that was interesting, but anyway I think we're almost there. You better change into your school robes. I'll wait outside until you're done," she said as she left the compartment.
Harry looked outside, it was dark and the train felt like it was slowing a considerable amount. They both took off their jacket and put on their school robes.
"We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, it'll be taken to Hogwarts separately." a voice rung across the train.
Harry quickly picked up the things he hadn't eaten like last piece Drooble's Best Blowing Gum and a Liquorice wand that he hadn't eaten. He quickly realised that the Chocolate Frogs he bought had disappeared, but didn't think too much of it.
They both got off the train and joined the crowd on the dark, small platform, before hearing a familiar voice shout, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here. Follow me - any firs' years. Mind yer step now! Firs' years follow me."
Stumbling behind Hagrid, the first years all went down the dark, narrow path. Surrounding them on both sides was an empty darkness, that made Harry think they were in the middle of a forest.
"Ye all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called, "Jus' round the bend here."
Everyone gasped loudly once they saw Hogwarts. In front of them was a large, black lake. And on the other side was a large mountain, with a castle perched on it. They all got into groups of four and entered a boat before the fleet of boats sailed across the lake, all of the children looking at the castle towering over them as they got closer.
"Heads down!" Hagrid bellowed as they passed through a curtain of ivy, which hid a dark tunnel. Once they arrived at an underground harbour, they all walked up a flight of steps and crowded around large, Oak doors. The front doors to Hogwarts.
By the way in the train scene, someone mentioned that Harry doesn't have the worst life he could. Hermione's just being empathetic here.
Hope you like this story. Next chapter is out.