When it is finally the time to leave Saiki forcefully drags himself to Kings Cross Station, where Hagrid is waiting for him with his regular cheery face. Theresa in the cage that, while inhumane, was unnessicary if they didn't want to get kicked out. Soon they're walking along to the platforms, some passer-bys stare at Hagrid. As they let their gaze linger just too long, Hagrid glares and growls.

"What you lookin' at?"

'Even I cannot answer that question' Saiki thinks when suddenly Hagrid looks to the clock mounted on the arch.

"Blimey, is it that time? Sorry Harry, I'm gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore'll be wanting his.. Well, he'll be wanting to see me. Now uh, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here's your ticket. Stick to it, Harry that's very important. Stick to your ticket." After he says those parting words he blends in to the crowd and leaves Saiki alone with Theresa.

'So he leaves an 11 year old at one of the busiest train stations in England, with a ticket saying 9¾ and 10 minutes to spare? I feel I can trust this man with my life.'

'No need to be so cynical, if you need help I can lead you.' Theresa ruffles her feathers as she stands a little straighter on her perch.

'No need I know where I'm going.'

'Then why do you feel the need to complain?'

'I can already tell that you're going to be a good influence on my endless cynicism. But really what if it had been someone else?'

They approach the arch between platforms 9 and 10. Subtly Saiki slides into the wall pushing the cart along with minimal effort. A wizards body might help tame his power but it does not take anything from it. For better or for worse.

'Really you need to give the poor man a break.'

Trudging along, he suggests people to move slightly to one side or another with his mind control, to stop there from being any accidents -namely one where he runs a kid over without noticing- Saikishoves his way through the sea of hormones and parental tears.

'Maybe you're right... No, wait. That was just guilt tripping.'

Eventually he makes it to the luggage loading area. Holding Theresa's cage in his hand.

'You sure you don't want out of that cage? Seems a little cramped.'

Theresa turns to him on the pivot she is confined to. Proving his point. Still she answers:

'I shall be fine. I was planning on having a nice long nap anyway.'

So Saiki hands the cage to the man loading them on with mumbles thanks.

'Suit yourself'

'See you there'

With a wave and not another word, Saiki makes his way on the train. After heading in the direction of an empty compartment he found using his clairvoyance he is alone at last.

'Well not like I'll be using the train anyway.'

Petunia was washing the dishes with the TV on in the background. News talking about something or another. Reaching up to put a dried dish away and harry is here-

The dish falls to the floor as petunia lets out an ear piercing shriek. Saiki walks off to his favourite chair while holding his ears as if he were holding on for his ability to hear it's self. Which was likely the case.

'That was totally worth it.'

"You... You did that on purpose! Didn't you?" Petunia shouts from the kitchen. The shards of broken ceramic momentarily forgotten.

'Noooooooo...' He drags on. Blasé as ever, while doing Petunia the favour of returning the plate back to it's original unbroken state with a touch of a displaced piece in the carpet of the living room.

"At least you have the decency...What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be on that blasted magic train?" She questions, thinking he might have decided to give up on wizardry after all.

'Don't get your hopes up. I'm only here to relax instead of sitting in an uncomfortable, most likely dirty, train seat for hours and surrounded by other people.' He informs her as he pulls out a book.

It is almost midnight when Saiki finally decides it's time to make his appearance. He says his goodbyes for the second time today and teleports himself into the crowd of 1st years waking through a large pair of double doors, lead by an elegant lady with a green robe and pointy hat.

The first years stare at the starry projection on the roof and hoard of floating candles.

'Congrats, looks like you made a whole in the ceiling. Surely these kids have looked at the sky at some point in their lives?'

"It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." Says...

'What the...? When did Hagrid's beard become it's own entity?' Saiki can't help but think as he sees the girl with long bushy hair and chin high.

'Although, with their track record, I wouldn't be surprised if they did just make a whole in the roof'

"All right, will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

The man named Dumbledore rises from his seat at the front of the room and begins his speech.

"I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you."

'Don't worry you're not welcome. Really how are some of these kids still alive?'

"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger."

The previously confident muggle-born mumbles something and walks to the stool. Sitting on it.

"Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Gryffindor!"

The room cheers and the process repeats.

Saiki ignores the ceremony, mainly wandering which house will grant him the least attention. His train of thought is derailed when his name is called.

"Harry Potter."

Everything goes silent, as the small crowd of 11 year olds turns back. Parting as he starts moving forward facing straight ahead and wearing his beast dead-pan for the occasion.

'That's right, move aside peasants.'

The hat begins speaking to him as it makes contact with his head.

'What an old soul! Harry potter? A squib? Oh but a powerful one at that. I'm glad you found how to control that strength of yours'

'You tell anyone and you book yourself a one way ticket to the Antarctic.'

'Boy, I'm a hat! Objects like myself do not fear the cold. I believe that is why you fear that such as ourselves so much?'

'Now I know how the Dursleys feel. And I hate it.'

'Yes you would be a good fit in Slytherin. Great ambition. Ability to do anything, but only on your own conditions. Well.'

'I mean it's probably not that bad'

Saiki regretted his decision ass soon as the mischievous hat grinned.

"Slytherin!" I bellowed and followed by a widening of eyes and whispers all around the Great Hall. Staff and students alike wondering what this meant.

'Okay so it is that bad.' Begrudgingly making his way to his assigned table, followed by continuous stares. Sighing, telling them with mind control that 'it's fucking rude to stare. Did your mother teach you nothing?'

'Maybe that's paraphrasing a little'

He sits in the nearest opening and happens to be faced with a blond slick-haired cunt. I mean boy.

'my nui-senses are tingling' He thinks as the c- boy holds out his hand.

"So the rumors were true. Draco Malfoy. It's good to have you. Stick with me and you'll get far." He grins, 'my father will be so proud to hear about this.'

'I don't know if I should feel sorry for him or hold him in distain regardless.'

He opens his mouth to respond but before he gets the chance McGonagall dings a cup. "Your attention, please."

"Let the feast...begin."

Food appears on the table the students begin to dig in while Saiki waits for desert. He does a onceover of the whole hall and finds an oddly jumpy man with a purple turban looking over at him. As they make eye-contact the skittish man looks away.

'Dark-Lord spotted' Saiki thinks, trailing his eyes along the staff table, like nothing happened, until he is met with a glare. Snape.

'Oh no, he hates me, sorta. Should I tell him what I know? No it's a bit too early. And he might blame me for what happened. Besides, if he's going to be a jerk regardless I might as well take this opportunity to mess with him.'

Saiki realises that he's been holding his gaze a bit too long and swiftly continues down the table where he sees Dumbledore is also staring at him..

'Bunch of creepy old men'

At this moment he realises an odd sensation in his forehead. It wasn't his scar but more soft and penetrating. Trying to get into his head without him noticing. He looks back to Snape and Dumbledore, both were still looking at him. It was like that of the sorting hat but Saiki was actively closing his mind off from the invasion. Legilimency is going to be the bain of him, he'll have to pretend like he's not doing it on purpose. As for his own telepathy, no-one seemed to notice yet. He still has to listen to everyone, but has control of the general radius. Which is still 10km at it's lowest. Saiki decides to count his blessings in regards to that, mainly due to Theresa's badgering. Also, evidently his success at 'ocumulancy' stopped the Dark-Lord himself from reading him. For once Saiki catches a break.

As the feast finally come to a close, the 1st years are lead to their respective dorms. Before anyone tries to pester him he geos to sleep and rests in what blissful ignorance he can get.

'I'll leave tomorrows problems to tomorrows me.'