JK Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me.


Kings station.

"Why are we standing in front of bricks?" Dudley asked. His aunt who was standing right by him was equally confused.

"You walk through the wall of course," Harry said from behind them. Both jumped with a start and turned to face him.

"Are you off your rocker boy?" Marge asked him rudely.

"No," Harry said through gritted teeth. Then he walked in and out of the wall right in front of them as if it was nothing.

"So that's how you freaks never get caught," Dudley said as if he had spent months thinking about this.

"Excuse me, but we are not freaks," Percy cut in. He looked extremely miffed.

"With the exception Percy here that is," Fred said with a good natured wink.

"What is your school like?" all the things Dudley had been curious about but never had the nerve to ask appeared in his mind. You would have held those back too if a wizard gave you an animals tail.

"You would have to go there," Seamus interrupted; he felt a little left out. " It's a good thing you will."

"So all of you go to St. Brutices?" Marge sniffed with an air of contempt. "The special school for hopeless mental cases."
"If you keep on talking like that you will wish that Hogwarts was a school for hopeless cases," Draco interrupted angrily; he had been listening in.

"Are you friends with Harry?" Dudley couldn't help but ask. He didn't really like this boy, and he kind of felt the same about Harry. It just made sense.

At that moment George, Percy, Draco, Seamus, Harry, and Ron started to laugh so hard that they were on the ground. Well, Fred was anyways.

As soon as George could breath he explained.

"Harry and Draco hate each other with a passion," George explained. "They couldn't be less alike."
"Harry is annoyingly saint like," Draco spat out with disgust. Marge looked at him very strangely.

"Draco is as slimy as his name suggest," Harry seethed through gritted teeth. Everyone stared at Harry in surprise, and it was reasonable considering most didn't know his history with Marge.

"Harry is a good guy, he even busted bigger rules than me and George have," Fred laughed. "While Malfoy is a stiff with a stick shoved up his bum."

"I have only to say that even though Harry has broken far more rules than Malfoy, it has always been for a far better reason than any minuscule that Malfoy has to done anything," Percy put in stiffly.

"You make the little whelp sound like a hero," Marge huffed. At that everyone, including Malfoy, was staring at her in disbelief.

"You have a lot to learn," Fred told her.

As soon as that was muttered it turned 12 o'clock, and according to their schedule that was the time the Hogwarts train pulled into station.

Professor McGonagall walked out of the wall to give instructions.

"As all students here know no muggles seem to notice this barrier," Ms. McGonagall announced in a way that she is well known for. "This extends to muggles being unable to cross this barrier without our help."

Every wizard gulped. Needless to say no one wanted to help Marge and Dudley across the gates for multiple reasons.

At that moment Dudley put up his brat walls again. He was not afraid of McGonagall, and that proved exactly how foolish he was.

"All students grab the hands of at least 7 muggles and walk in," the professor instructed.

By now everyone saw that Harry was the most reliable person here. Naturally, that reason made them choose Harry as their guide. Who would trust Malfoy to take them anywhere?

That left Dudley, Aunt Marge, and Draco alone.

"I hate you," was all that Malfoy would say to them.

"Freak," Dudley bit back. "I can see why…"

"Whatever," Draco shrugged off.

On the train.

All the muggle students were in complete shock. Most of them hadn't seen Harry pull that wall stunt.

"Do you think that was a hologram?"

"Are these people for real?"

"Remember when we said that we would explain everything on the train," Percy began. "Now we will clarify things."

"We are wizards, and Hogwarts is a school for witches and wizards," Percy continued.

"Why are you announcing this?" A random kid from Smeltings asked.

"Because I am head boy," Percy said pompously. At that Fred and Ron hit their heads with the butt of their hands.

After that Fred pushed his brother away.

"I am Fred Weasly, Please do not clump me with my stuffy brother," He said with a grin and a gleam in his eye that made Dudley a little nervous. "If you haven't figured out that they chose a kid from each different group to get you then you too thick to help."

Dudley felt resentment at that statement for obvious reasons. He looked up and saw his Aunt Marge was fuming.

"I will tell you about Harry Potter since his is far too modest to do it properly," Fred said dramatically, and the fact that Harry was on the verge of being mortified was only encouraging him.

"The Noble Harry Potter is the first person to have ever survived the killing curse," Fred said dramatically. "For all you muggles that is like surviving being stabbed in the heart with a very large tree."

"You know, sometimes I think that Fred and George want to be actors," Ron told Harry under his breath.

"Now if our little brother would stop gossiping like a good little girl I would be happy to tell you more about Harry," George continued; making Ron turn the same color as his hair. "Or we could tell you about my less heroic but far more entertaining escapades."

"I for one wouldn't want to hear someone babble about Potter!" A random kid from Stone-wall shouted out.

At that moment McGonagall chose rescued the poor teachers that had to teach the muggles from being influenced by the greatest pranking duo Hogwarts had ever seen. Lucky for her she taught a subject that couldn't be done by muggles, and would only have to teach them the method which took only half of her class.

"All non-magical students and chaperones you are about to enter the wizarding world," She said formally. "I highly doubt that any of you will require a demonstration after entering the platform."

"YOU KNOW WE ARE NOT STUPID!" Marjorie screamed out in rage, and Harry swore he had seen her face turn purple just like Uncle Vernon.

"Please keep your voice down," Professor McGonagall said appalled. "You are setting a very poor example for the children you are chaperoning."

Harry was torn between warning McGonagall about his 'Aunt' Marge and actually admitting that he was related to these people.

"Can you guys really fly on brooms?" a random kid shouted excitedly.

"Please tell me you don't do any rituals sky-clad," one girl begged.

"What is sky clad?" Ron asked loudly; the poor girl sighed in relief.

"Ron please stop asking that," Harry pleaded with a flushed face.


The rest of the trip went on a lot like that did. Full of Awkward muggle assumptions and questions that seemed incredibly stupid to the pure blooded wizards.

The train pulled to a stop and many of the smelting students braced themselves for students like Draco Malfoy. It was a very common thing to be laughed at when they went on a field trip, but they were not necessarily ready for people who would hate them because of their parents.

The rest of the students were scared because they couldn't see anything past that weird looking town besides castle ruins. None of the students seemed to be able to agree on what was on the other side of the town, and that is what clued the brighter students in.

"Excuse me students, but I must inform you of the sorting ceremony," Professor McGonagall announced.

"What!" Harry blurted out angrily. This caused many students to look at him. The kids who went to Stonewall knew that he didn't want to be stuck in the same room as his cousin; though Draco Malfoy interpreted it differently.

"I didn't know you hated muggles so much Potter," he commented.

"I just hate the fat and rude ones," Harry replied, whish caused many to laugh.

"Please break this up before I am forced to take away house points," Professor McGonagall cut in. "Now let's all make our way to the Great Hall."


A Draco is a serpent from ancient legend. Those reasons being their size and their attitude. Sorry, I forgot the name of the school. Sky clad is a part of some Wicca rituals where you do things naked.

Sorry for waiting so long and the writers block thing is over hopefully. Please review.