Harry Potter sat alone on the train to his new school. He was normal size with bright green eyes, red curly hair down to his shoulder, he was thin and wore form fitting top of the line clothes. His Aunt and uncle hated him and treated him like shit but upon entering the magical world he'd found he was rich . His family was really old and all their vaults had laid un touched since his father had died. He had seen pictures of his parents in his school vault. They'd been left there for him. His dad wore glasses and Harry was glad that he didn't . In fact he looked nothing like his dad he was the spitting image of his mother.
He sighed and closed his eyes. He was rather tired.
The door to his cabin opened it was another red head.
"Hey, girl, " he said, " Have you seen a boy named Harry Potter?"
"Nope." Harry said, with a yawn. The boy slammed the door with a huff. Harry lay on the seat facing the door. He closed his eyes. "Stupid boy."
He got a good rest in before anyone else came in looking for Harry Potter. This time it was a platinum blond.
"Have you seen Harry Potter?"
"Nope." he yawned. " I've been sleeping but thanks for waking me up. How much longer until we arrive?"
"I expect we're half way there." The boy said frowning as Harry sat up stretching. The boy had better clothes than himself. There was only a handful of Magical families that were richer than him and he hadn't thought any were coming to school with him. "Well, alright I'll see you at school."
"Yep." Harry said, yawning, he digging in his trunk now. He heard the door shut and sat down he had a bottle of Mt. Dew in his hand. Though it was charmed by a Potter House elf to look like a bottle of water and would refill as soon as it was empty. He drank deeply then ate some of the Muggle snacks he had with him and Magical ones. "these people must expect me to look like my father. "
Harry looked at his reflection in the window. He'd read up on all the stories printed about him then he'd sued whoever had wrote them for all they were worth. According to what he'd read he was supposed to have a lightening bolt scar on his forehead he didn't and it was clear he didn't because he didn't wear bangs. You could clearly see his forehead. He shrugged and tapped the bottle with his custom made wand it shrank and he put it in his pocket as he changed into his robes. Ollivander had tried to sell him a Phoenix wand but he hadn't wanted it because it hadn't felt right. He'd asked someone at the Ice Cream parlor where he could get a custom wand and was told the only place was in Diagon Ally so that's where he'd gone. He hadn't used his real name of course but he loved his wand.
It was elder, holly, and yew with a phoenix feather core and it was soaked in Basilisk venom. He was told it was an unusual wand and very powerful. He put it back into his wand holster that no one but him could find or touch. He stretched again and got into his multi compartment trunk , into his library section and got one of his many books. He'd brought every book he could get his hands on that would teach him about the world he was now entering. He'd also taught himself a lot of magic. He'd received his Hogwarts letter the day after school had ended so he'd set out and run away from home. He'd been staying at Potter Manor ever since. The elves had encouraged him to learn magic and told him the wards would make it so no one knew he was doing magic. When he was about to leave he was told that he'd reached at least a third year spell level, and a Master in knowledge. Harry was ready for school and had every intention of doing it his way.
When he'd gone to the Healer to get looked over , under the name James Evans, he was told he had tons of spells on him. They'd all been removed. The Healer had said someone had tried to force a life time glamour charm on him but it hadn't taken. Harry's heir ring would protect him from that ever happening again but Harry had been pissed not that he'd shown it. To Harry it had been obvious that someone was trying to control him. He reclined on his seat again and opened his book. Fourth year Potions. Harry had a self inking quill and began making corrections in the book he'd found a love for Potions and that he was very good at it. He'd brewed his own potions over the summer. He had a mind for it according to the portrait of his grandfather.
The door opened again.
"have you seen a toad?" A bushy haired girl asked in a bossy tone. "A boy named Neville has lost one."
"nope." Harry repeated, making another correction.
"What ARE you doing?!" the girl shrieked. "You're defacing a book!"
"I'm correcting the book on it's mistakes." Harry scoffed, "Well you may go I haven't seen the toad. "
The girl slammed the door almost breaking the glass. Harry didn't care he was absorbed. He'd subscribed to magazines in every magical subject no matter how mundane and had even written a few articles and sent them in with his real name from what he'd received in mail, that he was now amazingly getting, he'd caused a big stir. The paper wanted to know how he knew anything about the Magical world when they were told he grew up in the muggle world. He hadn't answered and just kept up his articles.
Finally, they arrived at Hogwarts he locked his trunk with his wand activating all of it's built in wards then followed the first years on to the boats. He sat with the red head and bushy haired girl who kept glaring at him as he bordly continued making corrections in his book. Harry read it as they crossed the lake and on the walk up to the castle he put it away when they were lead in to a room to wait to be sorted. He leaned against the wall arms across his chest and didn't jump when the ghosts had come in everyone else did he listened to the others worry about sorting.
"I heard we have to wrestle a troll." the red head said, stupidly .
Harry rolled his eyes but kept his mouth shut.
Finally, they were lead into the hall. This all seemed really pointless to him. One by one they were sorted. He could hear people talking about Harry Potter and smirked to himself they were in for a shock. He studied all the teachers at the Head Table.
"Potter, Harry."
the hall was filled with gasps and whispers as he walked forward and sat on the stool. He felt someone try to enter his mind but he knew his ring would not allow whoever it was to do so even so he threw up his shields. they weren't that strong but they made him feel better if someone was trying to get into his head .
"SLYTHERIN!"
Harry took the hat off and glared at Dumbledore for the whole hall to see.
"Stay out of my mind!" he told the man. "Using Legilimency on an underage wizard without permission is illegal and punishable by two months to a year in Azkaban. you will refrain at once or I will contact my Solicitor."
With that he walked off to the Slytherin table. The whole hall was silent. He sat alone at the end of the table and pulled out the fifth year Potions text and set to work on it with his quill.
Severus stared at the red headed Potter in shock. This wasn't what he had expected. He held back a laugh when the boy openly challenged Albus . Shock was still on him the boy was in his House! A Potter was in his House! He was farther shocked when the boy pulled out a fifth year POTIONS text and began marking in it while shaking his head. Potions was HIS subject. The boy liked HIS subject!
