I don't own Harry Potter, this is a fanfiction only.

I walked out of the fireplace and right into the station. A guard looked at me like I was insane when I asked where was the ninth platform. I told him I never taken the train before and he relaxed somewhat. Pina didn't she was upset that I had to place a glamour on her to make her look like a canary, and placed her inside a cage.

I walked towards the platform and that is when I met a rather busy lady with a whole bunch of kids with her, they all had red hair just like their mother I would think. "Going to Hogwarts, you are in the right place. Just watch my boys enter the barrier and you should see what you need to do."

He looked at a pair of twins and nodded her head, "Alright Fred, you go first then you go, George." The two looked a little bit like schemers to me. There was also her daughter hiding behind her. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, werewolves are often feared, and most for good reason.

"I am George, honestly woman you can't tell us apart and you call yourself our mother." She looked like she been hurt, at least I knew that her feelings were indeed hurt by her son's callous comment.

"I was just kidding I am George." He took off right after his twin, I guess you need to run right through the barrier otherwise the barrier would consider it an accidental movement. The thing I didn't understand is that it was something that was not in any of the books in the castle library. I guess next time I go shopping for school books I should really pick up a new edition of the current enchanter's almanac.

I ran through the platform and sure enough, there was a red train waiting for us. I took my luggage to the people that were loading it into the train and they were nice enough to tell me that it would be delivered to my dorm room without fail.

As soon as I entered the train I met someone I wish I never did. It was a blonde boy, so pale it made me think he was anemic, and he had two rather shall we say the big boned company. "So you are Harry Potter, I am Draco Malfoy and the two behind me are Crave and Goyle. You need to be careful Potter, life depends on who you make friends with. I can actually help you with that if you are smart enough and do as I say."

I looked at him and something about his scent made me think he was not to be trusted. "That kind of you Draco, but I don't think your folks would like you to spend so much time with a full grown werewolf now, would they? I appreciate the offer, but I will have to find a compartment in the back, you know how my kind are often treated, don't you?"

It was no secret that it was, in fact, the Malfoy family that made the potion that my kind needs so expensive. It was a fiendish plot to be certain, make the potion that would help a werewolf keep control of his mind during the full moon expensive, drive us into poverty so that later they could use us as practically slave labor.

I did as I promised and picked the very last compartment, I guess I was not the only one to pick it. A person, a girl by the smells of it, was also in the compartment. Her messy brown hair was the only thing I could see.

She had her faced buried in a book, knowing what I did before getting on the train I had no excuse to complain. I did pretty much the same thing. I, however, decided to do the polite thing and asked the young witch something, depending how she answers I would either have to sit in the corridor or with the conductor.

I knocked on the side of the compartment, and that got her attention. "Excuse, Miss. Would you be terribly against the idea of sharing this compartment with a werewolf?"

She looked at me like I was insane for a second. "I don't believe in discriminating someone because of their race, species, or condition. As long as you don't mind me asking you some questions, be my guest."

I had no problem with her asking questions, at least she was friendly, unlike Draco who just wanted to get some use out of me, much like his family did to all those of my kind.

"I don't mind answering them, but I first must introduce myself." I sat down in front of where she was seating. "My name is Harry Potter, and you are?"

She lowered her book and smiled stretching a hand towards me, "Granger, Hermoine Granger. Nice to meet you, Harry. I already know much about you in fact. The fabled boy who lived, the hero of Magical Britain. How did you become a werewolf if you don't mind me asking?"

After a brief handshake I looked at her and smiled, "I didn't become a werewolf by being bitten, scratched, or some other known way, I am a naturally born werewolf, meaning I was one since the day I was born."

She began nodding her head and looking rather interested by my answer it seems. "So is it true it hurts when you change? Do werewolves really lose all control during the full moon?"

Well, this was a pleasant surprise, didn't think someone would be that curious about my kind, and she asked in such a polite tone. Guess riding the train wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"It hurts when you do it the first time, but over time it doesn't. Yes, most of my kind do in fact lose control to their instincts during the full moon. I don't because of this ring I have, I can also understand and speak most animal language."

"Come on out Pina, it's safe." I unlocked the bird cage and as soon as Pina was out I changed her back to her real form. She looked a bit angry, but grateful that I didn't keep her in that confined space.

"Sorry, this is my familiar. She is Pina, and one of my few friends. Pina, this is the nice lady that allowed us into her compartment, Hermoine Granger." I touched Pina down her spine and she got in a better mood it seems, as she began to rub her head against my neck after she flew onto my shoulder.

That is when I noticed how Hermoine was looking at her, she was blushing and she didn't know how to react by the way her hand was trying to touch Pina. "She is a fairy dragon, I read about those in a book. She looks so cute. Do you think she would let me touch her?"

I decided to do the nice thing and tell her. "Why don't you ask her and see?"

A few minutes later she was scratching her behind the right ear and Pina looked happy that someone else was as nice to her as I was. That is when a boy looking rather troubled came into the compartment.

"Excuse me have both of you seen a toad? I am missing my toad, I been looking for it all over the place." I couldn't believe it, it was just funny that I decided to take my wand and pointed at the door.

A quick summoning charm and the toad came flying towards my open hand. I took the toad and from the smell, I knew what had happened. Someone lured it away with something the toad would love to eat, and from the smell, it was none other than Draco that did that.

My guess was an attempt to humiliate the boy by making him search all over the place for his missing pet. I was not surprised in the least, what can you expect from a Malfoy?

"Come sit down, you will both will be a lot safer with us. The name is Hermoine Granger, and this is Harry Potter. That was a summoning charm, wasn't it? Do you know many spells?"

The boy and the toad sat down and looked at us with a smile. "I am Neville Longbottom and this is my toad, Trevor. I should have known a Potter would help me out, your family and mine were long time friends after all. James Potter was my godfather after all."

I looked at my friends and nodded my head as I remember all those books I read. "Sure I know a few spells, but most people will look at me and think I am just a howling monster. I guess I am lucky both of you don't seem to be bothered by what I am or tried to use it against me."

Just as I finished saying that a young red-haired student came to our compartment, I swear I saw him standing with the equally red haired woman who was with her kids and told me how to get through the barrier.

"Excuse me, but do you think I could sit here. My brothers are bored and are trying to prank me for their entertainment. The name is Ronald Weasley, but I prefer if you call me Ron."

I remember quite well what is like to be the subject of bullying and so I looked at both Neville and Hermoine for a second to see if they approved. They both nodded they head.

"Sure if it's something we don't like it's a bully. This is Hermoine Granger and Neville Longbottom. I am Harry Potter. Sit where ever you feel comfortable. You might want to keep that rat of yours in your pocket. It looks like it's scared of me."

Ron sat down right next to Hermoine, "I guess if what they said is true, I am surprised that everyone in this compartment isn't scared of you. I am scared, but I am more scared of what my brothers might do to me. Is it true? Are you a werewolf?"

I guess rumors were bound to spread faster than the news on the television. "I am, I have been one since the day I was born. I don't think you need to worry. As long as I am wearing this ring, I am perfectly safe."

I took a sniff outside the window and got up. "Well Neville, Ron we need to go outside." They both asked me why? I told them that we needed to block the windows to give Hermoine some privacy so she could change into her robes.

"I can smell the water from the lake, so that means we are almost there. We are going to wait outside to give you some privacy and prevent peepers from trying to look at you in various form of undress."

She blushed and quickly asked me something I was expecting her to ask. "Why would anyone want to peep at me undressing?"

I was the last to walk towards the door and just as I was about to walk out of the door I turned around and smiled at her. "Why would anyone want to peep? Why to see a beauty such as yourself getting undressed of course, not that I would ever disrespect you in that manner."

I walked out and did as I promised, a quick spell and the windows were protected against anyone trying to peep. If they did they would find themselves living their worst nightmare.

As soon as she was done she knocked on the door, and she waited outside for us to change into our robes, or at least Neville and Ron did. I just transfigured mine and I was in school robes quicker than Ron could tie his shoe laces.

As we all walked out of the train we saw a rather big man with shabby beard and hair waving at us. "First years, this way. Don't you worry you will get your things sent to your dorm room. Come one six per boat, Harry you come with me. I was told to keep an eye on you."

I took out a small tennis ball from my pocket and began to throw it at the giant squid, the squid caught it with one tentacle and threw it back to me. I kept doing that with him the entire time the boat ride happened.

"Mind telling me what are you doing?" Hagrid I guess was upset that I was not listening to his guided boat ride.

"I am just playing catch with a friend. Don't just float there, say hi Squible." The giant squid raced two tentacles out of the water and began to wave at the boats. "See Squible and I often like to play catch, this day in days as boring as this."

"I would like to hear about the sorting if you don't mind. My brothers told me we had to wrestle a troll." I looked at Ron and began shaking my head as he finished saying that. I guess I really should count my blessings about being an only child.

As we got off the boat I decided to calm everyone who heard Ron, "We will not have to wrestle a troll, no matter how fun that may be. No, we will be sorted by the Sorting Hat. We will be placed in one of four houses, Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. The house we are placed in will be the place where we will live, work, study and form lasting friendships."

"Good deeds, Feats of academic achievement and Honorable acts will earn us House Points, Wrong deeds, and misbehaving will lose us the same points. The House who earns the most House Points earns the House Cup and the recognition of the four houses. So you see our action affect more people than just each individual."

I heard someone clear their throat, "Exactly, well said Mr. Potter thank you for helping keep your fellow students calm. I am Professor Minerva McGonnagal and I am the head of House Gryffindor. Now for a line and follow me. You have nothing to fear, the sorting is an ancient tradition, even I was sorted and I am alive."