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Warning: This story's DARK man. Possible horrific deadly violence as chapters go along, as well as some swearing. You have been warned. However this is NOT a gorefic or torture fic, i am just warning of things taht could appear due to my proceedural writing style.

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Chapter 3: Train Ride 'll get you all Sorted.

September 1, 0823 Hours, England, Kings Cross Station, London.

"...Muggles bloody everywhere i cant believe..."

Did that red head lady say "Muggles?"

Harry adjusted his baseball cup and snuck closer, staying low, thanking his wand-tap activated shrinking charm on his trunk, now laying on his pocket. He asw it. Saw the kids walk THROUGH the barrier of platforms 9 and 10. ah. Literally 9¾. He waited for Flamehed family to be done passing, slipped through the spelled barrier, and snuck past them by looking like a total muggleborn, Mounting the Train as the family shouted goodbyes to someone they called "Ronald"

Even though he is here early, he still found a LOT of filled compartments. Note to self, come earlier next time. He opened a comartment door and found a freckled redhead boy sitting alone.

"Good morning, assuming you are Ronald?"

The boy looked over "just Ron, please. But how do you know that? Who are you?"

"Your family is hard to miss and they are still shouting" Harry said in humor. "Harry Dursley, Muggleborn" he lied, wanting to avoid the boy who lived balloney he read recently for as long as humanly possible, sitting across Ron.

"Ron Weasley" Ron added his family name "What house you think you are gonna be in?"

"No one really knows that, do they?" Harry stated.

"I want Gryffindor. Imagine being sorted to Slytherin, Tho? I'd rather die."

Harry blinked "Sure, having traits that would make it easier for you to be successfull would be the worst thing you could possibly imagine, i can tell."

Ron blinked. "You WANT to be in Slytherin?"

Harry smiled in a friendly manner "We are not asked, Ron. We are sorted. Means they probably dont concider personal preference." he reasoned "i am sure i will be sorted to whatever house will allow me the best usage of my skills and best growth rate for my ability"

Ron nodded feeling embarassed "You do sound like a Ravenclaw, tho."

"Perhaps" Harry said. "We wont know till it happens."

Harry suddenly whipped his wand out and turned to the door "Wingardium Leviosa!"

... the toad kept hopping unabated. "Well, first spell failed!" Harry added.

Harry got up and dived, catching it.

"Eew, why you want the frog?"

"Toad. Its a regulation pet at hogwarts. Someone obviously lost it. I am gonna keep it in case someone turns up looking for it, Otherwise Serenity can use a snack."

"Serenity?"

Harry petted his sleeve and a snake slithered out, flicking its tongue.

"Woah! I thought only Owls, cats and toads were allowed!"

Harry smiled "well you have a rat"

Ron looked at Scabbers, embarassed "Scabbers is my older brother's. My family is kinda poor."

"I am not judging. I am just saying. Pet was optional on the list. If you get special treatmet for Scabbers, i should be allowed to bring Serenity. Plus, she is actually my familiar, not pet." Harry replied kindly.

Ron nodded and brightened a bit "i suppose i did not need a pet, you are right. She is safe then?"

"I have seen less docile pet rocks." at that both laugh, but serenity interrupted "That scabbers is a transormed wizard... i can smell it."

Harry Blaunced, looking at Serenity, then Scabbers.

"Harry?"

Harry shivered, formulating a plan as he saw Ron had his wand out, probably from before he came in. "So, what were you trying before i came in?"

"I was trying to make my rat yellow to make him more interesting."

Harry managed to contain his evil smile "May i try?" extending his hand "No worries, Serenity wont eat him unless i order her to"

Ron seemed a bit worried, but handed him over, wanting to make his boring rat more interesting.

Harry took out his wand, and remembered one of "LS"'s letters. He brought magical theory to his mind, and he was sure he carried a small vial of water on his left pocket. He connected the dots, and recited the theory of heat drain in his mind, warming up his tongue to the needed incantation. He brought the magic forward to his wand hand, and pointed it at Scabbers.

"Krisso Blecht!"

Magical shudder shakes him, as a brilliant pale blue bolt slams into scabbers and shatters him into tiny, blood-icecubes. It worked. Again, LS did not lie at either its reliability, or how tired it made you.

Harry steeled himself to sound shocked "BALLS! CRIPES! SHITE!" he drops the frozen gore, Ron staring shocked.

"... i am... so, SO sorry, Ron, i am the worst... dont blame you if you hate me" Harry made an effort to sound sorry.

Ron just gaped "Scabbers was gonna die like next week anyway, mate, i am just glad you did not vaporize your hand! This was the most violent spell failure i have seen."

Harry nodded briskly "Still, sorry man." he pocketed his wand, so gleeful in the inside the spell worked and saved an innocent boy from most likely a transformed pedophile.

Door slides open

"Excuse me, did anyone see a toad? A boy lost his, i am Hermione Granger by the way, i recently learned of magic and i hope i do good, i hope i get sorted to Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Whats your name and house you'd like?"

"Holy smokes, Miss Granger, tried for the talking without breathing world record?" Harry said a bit surprised

Hermione Blushed, looking down "i..."

"I am just kidding, of course, dont take it harshly. I did Find a toad, he is in this cage" he motioned to the cage meant for serenity but he had no use for.

Hermione smiled "Great! I will go tell Neville!" and stormed off.

"You a bit cruel for a Raven, joking like that" Ron said

"It was in good humor, and she took it well once i appologized. No harm done" harry barely finished Before the Blonde Git from madam malkin's opened the door.

"They are saying Harry Potter would be in this train, you've seen him?"

"Cant say i have" Harry half-lied, since he looked into no mirrors during the train, inwardly smilling.

"Ugh, unsufferable muggleborn. I will tell Potter how disrespectful you were, and he will hex you!"

"Yah, good luck trying, mister albino."

"Enough of this. Grabbe, Goyle."

The two huge boys decended upon harry, only for him to knee one, then duck and uppercut the other, both in the groin, resulting in two broad shouldered heaps on the floor.

Harry adjusts his glasses and cap and smiles at the blonde git "Completely Hopeless. If you gonna have meaty grunts, at the VERY LEAST make sure they are skilled in hand to hand. Cause there size meant they just fell much harder."

The Blond paled and run off, Grabbe and Goyle getting off the ground and walking off straddling and whipering.

Ron piped up "Bloody hell, mate, what was that?"

Harry smiled "Muggle martial arts, Specifically Krav Maga. My benefactor secured me quite a few lessons early on."

"Benefactor?"

Harry sat back down "I only know him as LS, but he never asked to be repayed, or anything. He just sends me advice, books, information, or arranges meetings for me, and from what i can tell he wants me safe."

Ron got distracted by the door sliding open, and Hermione entering with a portley boy

"Uh, you found T-trevor?"

Harry shrugged "Depends. This here Trevor?" he motions at the toad

"Y-yes"

"Keep the cage then, so you dont lose him somewhere else" Harry smiled "i can afford another."

"N-N-Neville Longbottom"

"Harry Dursley"

"Ron Weasley"

Hermione concidered, then said "Why dont you sit here, Neville? Harry here does not seem likely to pick on you."

Harry nodded "i dont bully. I only retaliate. Nice to meet you Nev."

Rest of the trip was without much excitemet, aside from harry's bemusement of Hagrid and having to cross the lake this first year, they were quickly on Hogwarts where McGonagall explained the Sorting to Ron's relief, and led them to the Great Hall, Harry checking his muggle watch, delighted it does not stop.

1801 Hours, Hogwarts Castle, Great Hall

He was then assaulted by the hat's song. Wizards have a flair for the unnecessary, didnt they?

Harry payed the barest of attention to sorting, as the Hat shouted so everyone, including someone as tuned out as he was, would hear.

"Granger, Hermione" ... Gryffindor. "Neville Longbottom" ... Gryffindor. Blonde Git, Slytherin. Harry noted his encounters from the train, missing Grabbe and Goyle but was fairly sure the minnions would follow boss to Slytherin.

"Potter, Harry" McGonagall shouted

"Showtime" Harry breathed and SPRINTED to the stool, putting on the hat. He did not wanna be gaped at.

Thanfully, the hat muted the talk about him as it ruminated.

"Where do i put you..."

"You cant be serious. You dont know?"

"I have a very good idea, but you may not like it."

"Listen. I am here to learn. Bugger the house rivalries and bugger the house points. I will aquire the skill i need, and the allies i require, no matter what. Put me where i will thrive."

"hmmmm..."

Meanwhile, Albus is shaking a bit. Why is thet hat taking so long? Harry Potter had to be Gryffindor, Right?

"Promice me you wont be mad"

"Sure. I DO NOT, however promice to take any shit from nobody. They hit, i hit back."

"Ah. Very well."

"SLYTHERIN"

Harry calmly took off the hat, and strode to green and silver table, noting his robe auto pigmeting green, and badge turning to a snake engraving. Neat. He took note of all the glaring and tuned out the rest of the sorting.

"Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak! Thank you."

"... Oh mercy me, did i go nuts? Did he seriously just say that?" Harry blurted

The boy of african descent close to him spoke "Nitwit,blubber,oddment,tweak, you mean? Yeah, sure enough, you are not nuts."

"Whats next? Happy Happy Boom Boom Swamp Swamp Swamp?" He part whined and started eating.

The boy laughed "You are fun, Potter."

"I tuned out the Sorting, sorry. Who are you?"

"Blaise, Blaise Zambini, good to meet you"

"Likewise, but good heavens, less talking, more eating!" and he tuck in.

In the middle of his frankly heavenly pudding, it vanished, and he glared at Dumbledore, and half jokingly swore he would personally see to his complete obliteration, and tuned him out.

"... furthermore, the third floor corridor is out of bounds to anyone who does not wish to die a painful death"

"Die a WHAT?" Harry gasped, red flags sprouting upon his recently sprouted red flags.

"Scared, Potter?" Blonde git said

"Darn right, i am scared. This man put a LETHAL HAZARD in the school. If you are so brave, Mister Albinism, you go face that, cause seriously, i wont touch the third floor corridor with a 5 meter plank."

"My name is Draco Malfoy, Potter" he spat.

"Sure thing, Malfoy. Sorry about the nickname, but you were being a literal nuisance and never graced me with a name."

Draco shifts "And you LIED on who you were! Harry Dursley? MUGGLEBORN? Made me call you a mudblood even!"

"You would not have spewed that insult if you were not racist, see what i mean?" Harry stated simply

"If my father hears about this-"

Harry interrupts "-will get you expelled with the mudbloods." he finishes for him "I know. I am willing to blame him on your indoctrination to a complete git, too."

Draco was taken aback, gaping, and did not recover till prefects got them up and lead them to the common rooms.