There was an interesting fact Harry had learnt whilst studying magical theory, and that was that, the more children you had, the less powerful they became, with the oldest ones being the most physically strong and magically powerful. It was a very good thing indeed that Harry had been born those 4 hours early, pushing himself out into the open world first, and claimed all that power.
Harry came to Kings Cross Station alone on the 1st of September. His parents had chosen to come later with his brother to rile up the press, and so he was by himself in a small compartment, rummaging through his dragonhide trunk and trying to find the sweets Dolly had packed for him. Finding a chocolate frog, and sneering as he found an Albus Dumbledore card inside, he bit off the charmed animal's head and wondered if there was anything he'd forgotten to revise for. He'd already covered up to sixth year syllabus, and was close to finishing his notes and practise on those particular spells, and then he'd be well on his way to learning seventh year. He had to thank his preparation on the cunning abilities of the Weasley twins to sneak him out, and later on, on his luck at finding the invisibility cloak that had been handed down through the Peverell family for generations, tucked away at the back of the vault.
The Potter's and Evans's were an interesting bunch, to say the least, what with them being directly related to the four Hogwarts founders, they had many secrets to keep, and so had placed a couple hilarious clauses on their vaults. For instance, whilst James thought he had inherited the family vaults, he had only inherited an 'Adult' trust vault, one for the unworthy of the Potter bloodline, who's magic and morality were questionable. This meant, fortunately enough for Harry, that, as the oldest son of the living Head of the Potters and as the oldest son of the only remaining magical Evans, and being more powerful than his father and mother combined, he could easy gain access to each and every one of the vaults tied to their family names.
That meant through his father, though he loathed to admit the man had ever brought him any good, he had access to the Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff vaults, as well as the Potter estate.
Though, what was more interesting was the revelation that, through his mother, he was a direct descendant of Slytherin, and Merlin himself, and Ignotus Peverell, whom had passed down the invisibility cloak when he had finally succumbed to Death's invitation.
There had, of course, been tracking spells on the cloak, which harry had to carry take off so as to not alert anyone, but, sitting there, in the compartment with his own thoughts led him to believe that no one would really have wanted to track him anyway. The sneaky Weasley's that they were, had copied a map, one that had belonged to Padfoot, Moony, and Prongs, whom he knew to be his father, his godfather, and his godfather's lover. The map showed to footsteps of everyone in the castle, and, now that the twins' had had their hands on it, how the staircases were moving at any given point. This map meant he would never get lost in the vast castle, and wouldn't risk being sneaked up on by his brother, or any of the knobheads that prick had attached to.
From the money he had made from selling his potions ingredients, Harry had made quite a fair profit, seeing as it cost him absolutely nothing to gather them, or identify them. The money had immediately been invested into stocks and shares of many wizarding businesses with the help of some of the goblins at Gringott's, and he had helped fund the start-up business the twins had planned to make, selling pranks and potions. Without his trusty elf, none of that would have been possible, as Dolly had been the one to teak him to write, and the one to take the letters to be owled in secret, the one to sneak him out to go to the bank whenever he needed to. And he'd needed to on his last visit.
It was a little known fact, that if you could pass certain tests and challenges, at any age you could become emancipated, controlling you own body, health, money, etc. The last time he'd gone to Gringott's, Harry had insisted on taking those tests, it was the last step before his true freedom.
And that saddened him, because what kind of 11 year old should have to know all of these things, should have to legally cut the tie with their own flesh and blood? What kind of-
But then the door slid open and a pale boy with blonde hair asked him about his brother.
"Hello, is it true that Charlie Potter is on the train?" The blonde asked, though, when Harry looked into his face, he didn't see the overawed expression of most people when 'The Saviour' was mentioned, only a slightly intrigued look in his eyes, as though he couldn't believe something this interesting had happened, and he hadn't known about it first.
"Yeah, the little git made mum and dad stay with him so he could talk to the press before he boarded the train, I had to have my house elf bring me here, otherwise I wouldn't even made it onto the train." He said, hoping that the pale boy wouldn't be like all the children he had met before, or like any of the adults, for that matter.
"Well, I wanted to find out if he actually had any measurable talent or if he was just a lazy prick that uses his fame to get whatever he wants."
Harry decided then, and there, that he would try and be friends with this pale boy. Other than the twins, he didn't really have anyone he could consider a friend, and he'd need as many friends as he could get if he wanted to succeed in his plans throughout school.
"Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lives With An Arse." he said with a smirk and a wink, holding his hand out to the blonde.
"Draco Malfoy, sole heir to the Malfoy estate." The pale boy replied, though Harry thought he'd better start calling him Draco instead now.
"So, which house do you want to be in?" Draco said, sitting down opposite Harry.
"Ravenclaw, or Slytherin preferably, though I know my brother wants to be in Gryffindor, because all of the Potters before us have been in Gryffindor, I mean really! - and all the Hufflepuff I've met are clumsy and loud." He answered with a grin.
"Though I agree that wanting to be put in a house because of family tradition is silly, I know that my dad would disown me if I was in any house other than Slytherin, though I'm sure my mother could argue my case if I were to be placed in Ravenclaw, if I were to be placed in either of the other houses both of them would for sure turn against me, and I wouldn't even be accepted by my housemates – for being a Malfoy, so It would be a lose-lose situation."
"Well, the Potters have been in Godric's house for centuries, though I'm sure that if either of my parents knew who they were descended from houses wouldn't matter at all to them, but my father could disown me and it wouldn't even matter, my education has been paid for, up to higher education, and if he tried to take that money from my trust vault I'm sure my goblin friends would have a stern word with him." He smirked. "Though, even if he did manage to, I've access to money he could only dream of." He left out the part where his father would immediately disown him if he even thought that Harry was associating with a Malfoy.
Draco held out his hand, asking Harry if he wanted to meet his other friends, who were in another apartment.
"Yeah, but they better not be 'B.W.L.' fans or I will punch them." He smiled at Draco, and stood up to gather his things, tapping his wand against his trunk to shrink it, he thought it better to keep up appearances until he knew he could trust Draco, and then he'd show him the wandless magic he knew. He grabbed his owl's cage, and his satchel, and followed Draco out of the compartment.
On his way to meet Draco's friends, he walked past his brothers compartment, and saw his was laughing with a few third years, and the bane of his, and the twins lives, Ron Weasley.
His brother stopped when he saw Harry, and got up, planning to carry on the particularly vigorous game of 'Harry Hunting' he and his friends liked to participate in, before he was gone, nowhere to be seen, and the blonde boy he was with gone too.