PLS FORGIVE ME FOR ANY BAD GRAMMAR YOU FIND OR INACCURATE REFERENCES, THIS IS MY FIRST FANFIC. ALSO, I AM NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO UPDATE AS MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE DUE TO MY GRADES IN SCHOOL. UGG! BUT I WILL TRY TO UPDATE EVERY WEEK. PLS, SEND IN REVIEWS. THEY ARE MUCH APPRECIATED. THANK YOU!

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, ALL RIGHTS TO J.K.

Max's Pov.

It had been a week since I had arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. Every day I would wake up, go down and eat breakfast, then outside to Diagon Alley where Ace and I would sit on the stone steps and study the books I had.

Now, please don't mistake me for some geek who is absolutely in love with studying. Because in truth, I hate it. But, if I was going to learn how to take care of myself, I might as well learn the basics.

But after the first two days of reading, I got bored (shocker!) and started practicing the spells in my room. The spells were soooo easy. I mean, seriously, a baby could do these. So I went to Flourish and Botts and asked for the hardest wizarding books they had. After, I looked at them I smiled, knowing that this year was going to be lots of fun.

I practiced on things around the room. Making things zoom across the room, turning a clothespin into a mouse for Ace, then turning Ace's fur bright blue. He wouldn't even look at me the rest of the day, even after I turned him back. Seriously, he is such a drama queen.

But before I knew it, it was time to go to platform 9 ¾. I took a cab to Kings Cross where I soon realized my stupidity... I had not asked where the platform was. I looked around trying to find where the platform might be, but after a minute of trying to search for it I decided to sit down.

Trying to find a place to sit I noticed a boy who looked my age with messy ebony black hair, round glasses, and startling emerald eyes. Next to him he had a large trunk and an owl cage promptly sitting on top of it. 'Oh, he is definitely not a wizard.' I said in my head sarcastically.

I walked over. "Do you mind if I sit here?" I asked.

"Not at all." He said, sticking his hand out to shake. "My name's Harry, Harry Potter."

I read about this boy in my wizarding books he was the kid who got rid of, what was his name, Moldy-shorts? Oh well. But even with this feat I wasn't about to fall over his feet worshiping him. If anything I felt sad for the kid, that he too had lost his parents at a such a young age.

I shook his hand. "I'm Maxime Wairs. But everyone calls me Max, this here is Aclimus, but he prefers Ace." I said jabbing my thumb at my three foot tall cat. "You are going to Hogwarts aren't you?"

"Yeah, but I have no idea where the platform is. I am guessing that you have no idea either?"

"N…" I almost replied when I heard a woman yell at her children, catching only a little of what she said. "...whole place, packed with muggles…"

"Well," I said turning to Harry, "I believe we have just found our ride."

We grabbed our stuff and followed the sea of red. In other words, we followed the family that were wizards. There were four boys and one small girl. We followed them till they stopped between platforms nine and ten.

"Percy first." The redhead mother said.

A boy, who looked like the oldest stepped forward and started running towards the platform. I tried to see where he was going but he was soon lost in a sea of people, and when I tried to find him he was gone.

The mother pointed her finger at one of the boys who looked identical to the one next to them. "Now you Fred."

"I'm not Fred," the boy said with a look of hurt on his face. "I'm George.

The other boy finished his sentence, "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother."

"I'm sorry George." The mother apologised.

"I'm only kidding, I am Fred!" I laughed and watched him and the other boy run toward the platform, but just as before, when I tried to see where they went they seemed to magically, (pun intended), disappear.

I went to ask the woman how to get on when Harry beat me to it. He went pushed his trolley up to the woman and asked. "Excuse me, hi, I was wondering how do we get onto the, er…'

"How, to get onto the the platform?" She finished. " Don't worry it's Ron's first year too." She pointed to a tall boy with a long nose.

"Now," she continued, "What you want to do, is run strait between platforms nine and ten. Don't worry you won't crash. But best do it in a run if you're nervous."

Harry looked at me with wide eyes, looking for reassurance. I shrugged, 'YOLO."

He took a deep breath and ran towards the platform, and just as the others, disappeared.

I turned to the mother, "Thank you Mrs…"

"Weasley, and it was no problem sweetie."

I took an inward breath. It had been years since someone called me that. Sweetie. Last time someone called me sweetie was when I was seven and my mom would snuggle me into her lap while my dad read to me. Whenever something dramatic or mysterious would happen my dad would do stupid things with his voice and do strange movements that made him look like a dork. Then when he was done with the chapter they would kiss me on the head and say, "We love you sweetie, forever and ever."

It had been so long since I had a motherly figure in my life and practically screamed mother hen. At that moment I wanted to hug her and cry pouring out my every problem to her at that second. But I smiled, masking my true feelings, (which I had learned how to do years ago), and ran towards the platform.

When I reached there I felt a weird rushing around me, and befor I knew it I was at platform 9 ¾.

I looked around seeing lots kids running around. Everyone was running saying goodbye to their parents, talking to other kids, and putting their belongings on the train. Speaking of which...

I spotted Harry who was loading his trunk on the train with the help of the twin red heads. Then I watched as they stared at Harry's head, (wow, never thought I would ever say that sentence) and run off.

I tool my own trunk where Harry was heading to meet him.

"Do you need some help with your tru…." He started, but in one pull I lifted my trunk onto the train. "Or, not." I laughed as I saw his face, full of shock and admiration.

We left our stuff and found ourselves a compartment, Ace trailing our heals. I know, I know. 'Why didn't you put Ace in a cage? He shouldn't be roaming everywhere.'

Reasons A) There is not a cage large enough for him and B) even when I did do an engorgio charm on the cage he would hiss at it, and push it over. And people say animals don't have attitude. I would like to see them spend a day with him. I mean one day in the Leaky Cauldron when I took away his toy mouse….

Sorry got off topic, AGAIN. Anyway, we found a compartment, sat down, and started talking about our favorite things to do, and everything we had learned about the wizarding world. We were just starting to talking the weirdest experience we had ever had, when the youngest of the red head boys stuck his head in.

"Hey all the other compartments are full. Mind if I come in?" He asked.

"Not at all." Harry said gesturing to the seat across from him.

The boy sat down and said "I'm Ron, Ron Weasley."

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry said. Ron opened his mouth in shock.

Feeling awkward I put on a straight face and said. "And I'm Bond, James Bond." I said in my best American accent. Harry rolled his eyes and slapped his hand to his face while I grinned like an idiot. Ron gave me a confused look then turned back to Harry.

"So you are Harry Potter. My brothers said so but i thought they were lying. They're bloody tricksters you see. May I ask, do you have the..." He pointed at his own head.

Harry gave a confused look so I deciphered it for him. "A scar Harry. He wants to know if if you have a scar on your forehead." I said picking Ace and plopping him next to me, where he stretched and laid across me.

Harry showed him his scar that was shaped like a lightning bolt. "Wicked." Ron said. Then from there the conversation escalated. We started talking about favorite places to go, different things about ourselves, and so on. I got to meet Ron's brothers Fred and George or as they introduced themselves, Gred and Feorge. Don't tell Harry, but I liked them a lot more than Ron. They were more carefree, plus I could tell they were tricksters, so of course they were awesome.

Ron was just starting to explain quidditch when a boy with dirty blond hair popped in. he was our age and looked like he had been crying.

"Have you seen a toad."

"No," I said. "But I'm sure you'll find him soon." I gave him a reassuring smile. "What's your name?"

He smiled back. "Neville Longbottom."

Ron sniggered and I sent him a dirty look, then smiled back at Neville. "Nice to meet you Neville, I'm Max, if you need help finding your toad just ask."

"Thanks, but I'm sure he'll turn up soon. Bye Max." With a smile he left.

I then turned to Ron and smacked him upside the head.

"Ow!" he yelped, rubbing the back of his head. "What the bloody hell was that for?"

"Laughing at Neville." I said promptly. "Now changing the subject, what house do you think you'll be in?"

This seemed to lift Ron's spirits because we went into a long discussion on how he wanted to be put in Gryffindor, one of the four Hogwarts houses, because his whole family was put in there and if he wasn't he would be a disgrace to his family and he, bla, bla, bla, bla…..

Honestly I didn't really care about about a word that was coming out of that boy's mouth. But Harry seemed pretty intrigued. I simply just sat petting Ace's fur, then getting bored picked up my wand and twirling it between my fingers.

Ron seemed to notice because he wanted to show Harry a spell to turn Scabbers, (his rat), yellow. But just when he was about to start, a girl with bushy brown hair interrupted.

"Sorry" she said in a bossy sort of tone, "have any of you seen a toad, a boy named Neville's lost one."

"No," Ron said, "he already came here to check."

The girl realized Ron had his wand out and she sparked with excitement. "You're doing magic? Well, go on, let's see it."

Ron cleared his throat. "Sunshine daisy bottom mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow." he said pointing his wand at Scabbers. Nothing happened.

I snorted because I knew the spell wasn't that and the one that he just said was the most stupid thing I had ever heard.

The bushy brown head turned to Ron. "Are you sure that's a real spell, well it's not very good is it? I have only tried a few simple ones myself but they've all worked for me. For example.." She pointed her wand at Harry's face. Maybe I should have yelled 'no you might hurt him', or 'Don't!' but she seemed to know what she was doing so I just sat back and watched. Just like I had suspected she used the Oculus Reparo charm and Harry's broken glasses, that were held together by tape, snapped together like new.

Realization dawned on the girl's face. "You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger! And.." she looked at Ron who was stuffing his mouth then to me. "You guys are?"

"Ron Weasley." Ron said with his mouth full of wizard treats. I sighed at his manners and stuck out my hand for Hermione to shake. "Max Wiars. Pleasure to meet you." Hermione shook my hand.

"You too. Well I'm going to go continue looking for Neville's toad. Um, Ron, you do know you have something on your nose. Right there. Bye!" And with that she left.

I looked at Ron who was trying to get the dirt off his nose, the to Harry who was taking off his glasses to see how she had fixed them. I was just about to tell Ron he was getting his nose red by rubbing it when I was interrupted, AGAIN. I mean don't these trains have a do not disturb sign?!

Well anyway, the compartment door opened and I saw a bleach blond haired boy with two, kids? More like gargoyles standing beside him. One was tall and the other was short. Then bleachy stepped forward.

"So it's true then. They say Harry Potter is in this compartment. It's you right?" He said in a snobbish voice pointing to Harry. Before I could make my sarcastic remark the boy continued. "This is Crabbe, and that's Goyle. And I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Ron Snorted, and I didn't slap him because unlike Neville this kid seemed like an arse. To prove my point he said, "Think my name's funny do you? Red hair, freckles, and a hand me down robe. Must be a Weasley. And you are.." he looked at me with disgust, and I raised my head a little higher. "Max Wiars, muggleborn."

His look of disgust turned into a sneer. "Disgusting. Dumbledore's mad to have your kind around here." Ace sat up and hissed at him while I reached for my wand. Draco turned to Harry. I didn't fire any spells but kept it in case this conversation went downhill. "You'll soon find some wizard if families are better than others Potter, I can help you there." He stuck out his hand for Harry to shake.

Harry looked at it a second then turned to Draco with a straight face. "I think I can sort out the wrong sort for myself thanks."

I burst out in laughter when I saw that bleach boy's face was pink. "You don't want to get on the wrong side of me Potter." He started to walk closer into the apartment. I jumped up and pointed my wand at him. The two gargoyles marched forward but Draco stopped them.

He smirked. "What are you going to? You're just a weak little…" he didn't finish his sentence. I want to say I fired a spell and turned those idiots into a bunch of mice for Ace but I didn't have the chance. Scabbers jumped out of Ron's hand latching his teeth on Goyle's making him scream, very manly. He flung his hand and Scabbers sent flying.

With one last dirty look Draco left with the two trolls. (Man I love making nicknames for these guys!)

I stuck my wand back in my pocket and stroked Ace's fur to calm him down while Ron and Harry checked on Scabbers who apparently fell back asleep.

Hermione came in next, gave us a lecture that I didn't listen to, then told us to change into our robes. The boys were just started taking off their shirts when I started paying attention.

"GUYS!" I screamed.

They turned around just seeing I was there and screamed pulling their shirts to their shirts. I laughed, grabbed my clothes, and changed in the bathroom. When I came back into the apartment both Harry and Ron were dressed and their faces were as red as Ron's hair.

I silently snorted and sat back down with Ron and Harry. Sure enough in less than a few minutes the train stopped and we got out. One of the teachers tried to get Ace to go with the rest of the animals but he wouldn't budge. So Harry, Ron, and I followed a giant of a man named Hagrid. We got into boats and sailed across a murky lake.

Just as we turned the corner we saw it. Hogwarts. It was a massive castle shining with all its glory. We pulled up to the school and stepped onto the front steps.

"Welcome," Hagrid said, "to Hogwarts." The doors swung open.

YAY I'M DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! I AM SORRY FOR RUSHING EVERYTHING BUT I HAD ALREADY WRITTEN A LOT AND NEEDED TO SPEED THINGS UP A LITTLE OR ELSE WE'LL BE HERE FOREVER. PLS LEAVE REVIEWS! BYE!

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