It's OK, Omega is here.

So, I see that this story got a lot more attention than my Scarlett Letter fic, which I don't blame any of you for. Now, since I finished AGWDF, I discovered two things. The first, is that I love HP fanfics, they've really made me appreciate the original story. The second is that I am obssessed with JoJo's Bizarre Adventure! Everything about it is just amazing! Which is why this fic is centered around it.

Now, don't expect to see any characters from JJBA appearing in this story, the main concept is putting Stands into Harry Potter and seeing the chaos that unfolds. As much as I'd love to see The Hand erase Voldemort from existance, this ain't that kind of story.

Also, I am a JJBA anime watcher only, so if my stands share any resemblance to future stands past Part 5, it's not on purpose.

Either way, I hope you enjoy this bizarre creation of mine!

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Somehow the magical platform turned out to be both more and less chaotic than the non-magical one.

There were far less people, but they were all so bizarre. They had strange pets, not that Harry could talk as a new owner of an owl. They dressed in a strange way, all robes, all the time. Harry wondered if they even understood the concept of fashion. One woman had a vulture carcass attached to her hat; Harry hoped it was a carcass, at least.

Harry's sense of confusion made him lose sight of the frizzy-haired girl he had been following. . . A sentence that sounded much creepier than he intended it to be.

Moving right along, Harry decided to board the train and let his instincts guide him. He kept the brim of his hat pulled down over his eyes. Stupid things were too distinct, he'd almost gotten caught a dozen times because of them. So, Harry learned to not show his face to anyone who he did not want to run away from.

After five minutes of searching Harry found the girl he'd been looking for. Not that the time was wasted, he'd found several entertaining marks in the interval.

The girl from earlier sat in a compartment with a sandy-haired boy as company. She had a book in her hands and a mouth that ran a mile a minute. The blond-haired boy didn't seem capable of keeping up with her. He had this confused look on his face as he nodded along to whatever she talked about.

Harry couldn't blame him, which is why he choose to save him. Or, at least lessen his burden.

Harry knocked on the compartment door. The girl called out to him in a high-pitched voiced and invited him in.

"I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was hoping I could take a seat here." Harry flashed the two of them his best smile. "I'd rather not spend the whole train ride by myself and you both seem the friendly sort."

"Oh, you're not a bother at all," the girl said, flashing Harry her rather large front teeth. "Please, sit. Unless that's a problem for you, Neville?"

"Oh, umm, no it's fine." The boy named Neville had a terrible confidence issue. Harry resolved to help him with that, if he had the time at least.

"Wonderful," Harry said. He grabbed his trunk and placed it in the overhead bin with relative ease.

The instant he sat down, the girl introduced herself, "I'm Hermione Granger, it's a pleasure to meet you."

She placed her hand forward for Harry to shake, he took it, "Pleasure's all mine. Please call me Harry. "

Harry turned towards Neville and held out his hand to the nervous boy, "Feel free to call me Harry too."

"Oh, uh, thanks, I guess." Neville shook Harry's hand. "I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom."

"Once again, it is a pleasure." Harry took the opportunity to find some information. "So, did either of you know anything about this magic business before your letters?"

"No, not at all," Hermione answered in less than a second. "But, I was ever so excited. The moment I'd gotten my books I started to practise some simpler spells; repairing objects, making them float, things like that. I also spent some time reading about the magical world as a whole, but I haven't been able to find much."

"Purebloods don't like to share their secrets." Harry and Hermione turned to the Neville. The poor boy looked like he was the one responsible for that. "I've spent most of my-my life in the wizarding world. It's not always the nicest place."

Before either of them could respond to that, the train started to move.

Hermione didn't leave either of the boys in silence for long. She started to talk about everything and anything, even if it didn't have to do with Hogwarts and magic specifically. Although, that was a large topic.

Harry guessed that she either hated the sound of silence or she never stopped thinking. He leaned towards the latter, but he wouldn't judge just yet.

The door to their compartment opened to show the trolley lady with a cart full of sweets.

"Anything off the trolley, dears?"

"No, thank you," Hermione said, whilst looking at the sweets like they were poison. Harry filed that away for later reference.

Neville looked like he wanted to ask for something, but he kept his mouth shut regardless.

"I'm fine, thank you," Harry said.

The trolley lady closed the door and left the trio to their own devices once more.

Conversation continued in the compartment without pause. But, when the trolley lady left she didn't close the door all the way, leaving a tiny sliver of space left. Just enough for a certain amphibian to make his sixty-seventh escape attempt.

He had just made it out of the compartment when a ghost-like hand grabbed the toad and placed him in Harry's hand.

"Neville, I think this belongs to you?"

"Trevor!" Neville snatched the toad from Harry's hand and placed him back in his pocket.

"He was trying to leave, so I grabbed him for you," Harry said.

That statement brought a certain amount of confusion to Neville and Hermione as they hadn't seen Harry move an inch since he'd gotten there.

"We should probably put on our robes, we'll be arriving soon," Hermione said.

Harry looked out the window and saw where he would be staying for the following months.

"Come on, Neville, we should give Hermione her privacy."

The awkward boy didn't connect the dot for a good few seconds. But, when it did, he turned as red as tomato. Little dude ran out of the compartment like he got set on fire.

His hasty exit meant that he didn't see the group of three walking near their compartment. He crashed into one of the gorilla-looking ones and fell to the ground in a heap.

"Watch where you're going, Longbottom!" The one who spoke was a young blond boy that stood between the two gorilla-like boys. Harry noted that the blond looked like he fell in a vat of hair gel head first.

"I'm sorry for my friend here," Harry said as he lifted Neville to his feet.

"You better be, bloody wog," the boy scoffed and motioned for his lackeys to follow him.

Harry knew better than to let the slur get to him. But, out of principle alone, he needed payback. The ghost-like arm formed once again and made three light jabs; one for each of the boys.

"Come on, there's an empty compartment right here," Harry said.

The two of them changed out of their regular clothes and into their robes. Harry wouldn't remove his hat, which Neville found odd. But, he didn't want to risk insulting Harry by asking about it.

Neville didn't notice the three wands that were left behind in the empty compartment when they left.

Hermione, on the other hand, didn't have the proper filter not to ask about Harry's choice of attire. "Are you honestly going to wear that hat during our sorting ceremony?"

"It's a nice hat."

"That's not the point!"

Harry shrugged and started looking out the window; lots of dark clouds surrounding the castle, he noted. Hermione was left to fume in silence.

The train came into the station not ten minutes later. Harry assisted his new companions with getting their trunks off the train.

On the platform, Harry spots the man who had introduced him to the wizarding world. The giant of a man that went by the name of Rubeus. Harry knew the large man preferred to go by Hagrid, but Harry thought Rubeus had a nice ring to it.

"Just leave yer things here." Hagrid led them to the shore of the lake surrounding Hogwarts, where a baker's dozen of boats sat. "No more than four to a boat."

Through sheer luck, the three of them got their own boat. Once everyone had boarded, the boats started to move towards the castle.

Halfway to the castle, something rose up from the water.

"What's that?" One of the children in another boat asked Hagrid.

"Oh, that's jus' the giant squid. He's real friendly," he said.

Not a moment after he said that did a tree-sized tentacle smash down next to Harry's boat.

Hermione screamed and Neville froze like a deer in headlights. Meanwhile, Harry gripped the sides of the boat and said, "That doesn't seem very friendly."

The tentacle wrapped around the back of their boat and pulled them away from the group; singling those three out in particular.

"Something's not right here," Harry said. Despite the dark skies, he could see something surrounding the tentacle; something familiar.

"What are you talking about!?" Hermione said; the poor girl was on her way towards a panic attack.

Neville shook like a leaf in a storm, he tried to get his wood out, but shaking hands didn't do well for his grip and it fell to the bottom of the boat.

Lightning flashed and thunder cracked, illuminating the area for just a moment before rain started to fall.

When the boat stopped moving, Harry could see it; a faint purple glow covering the beast's various tentacles. The glow didn't come from the squid; there was a string attached to it. And it looked like the other end of that string came from the castle.

"Tch, so that's what it is," Harry said as the moonlight shined over his glasses.

Before either Neville or Hermione could ask him what, in Merlin's name, he was talking about, Harry stood to his feet and addressed the creature.

"I don't appreciate you attacking my friends here," Harry said. "I'm going to give you one chance to leave before you get yourself hurt."

The creature responded with a screech as several of its tentacles rose to the surface to strike. Hermione and Neville stopped breathing, a million thoughts ran through their heads, but the main one was "We are going to die" on loop.

"Don't say I didn't warn you." Harry's body emitted an emerald green glow that, to anyone who could see it, acted like a beacon in the night.

Startled by the light, the squid swung down with extreme speed.

"TOR-RURURURURURURURURURU!"

Dozens of punches thrown faster than the eye could possibly see; all the tentacles recoiled in pain.

Standing in front of Harry, unseen by everyone but Harry and his foe, appeared a gray figure. Green markings shaped like antlers decorated its body. A pitch-black hat adorned its head.

"[Smooth Criminal]!"

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I do have art drawn for two of the stands that will be in this story, with more coming. But, since Fanfic hates links, I don't really know a good way I can show them. If you want to see them, I'll get a Devianart account or something.

But, until then, I'll talk to you all later, OK is out!