Chapter 3: of giants and bad timing

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! If I did Harry will be a lot hotter and cunning! and i'll be rich! but im not, so, to bad for me...

Harry Potter was not a happy gang leader, not since he read the rule book in Hogwarts History. As a part of getting ready for the magical school, he had to read those books; he couldn't look weak, if he did that meant trouble for him and his family members, and not being prepared in a new place, a magical new place, can seem weak.

So he read and read, until he finished all of the books that he needed to buy for his first year, and then after he read and understood all of them, he also practiced some, just to see that he could perform them just as they were written, the only one he couldn't do was potions since he didn't have the ingredients.

The last book he read was Hogwarts History. The book wasn't really boring but it was difficult to understand; it talked about the founders, their relationships and history, Hogwarts history since their days and things that happened there only a year ago. When he finally understood what was written in that book, he found he didn't like it.

First there was the issue of the hatred between two main housed. If he was selected into any one of them, he will be in the middle of a long existing hostile battlefield, stack in the middle not really wanting to fight, but having no other possibility other than humiliating him and his family.

Second was the problem of finding your way in the big puzzle-like castle.

Third was the issue of having his family split into the four houses; together they are strong, but alone, or worst separated they are unable to protect their family from the conflicts of this new huge place.

Harry called his family to gather and told them of those problems. The last problem was the first to be solved, it was pretty easy to find a good solution to it, after one thought about it long enough anyways, they will sit together when eating, they won't sleep in the dorms, but in a separate class who will be unused, and lastly no matter where they will be, the gang will still be their real family.

To the first problem there was no apparent solution, as it was known that the sorting hat was the one to sort you into your house. The second problem was easier to solve, cause it was solvable… first they thought that they will examine the place and try to make a map to use, but since Harry knew that the castle was reshaping repeatedly it wasn't a good solution, not really…

It was then that Trevor suggested asking the old man if he could help in that matter, after all with magic, nothing was impossible. The next day Harry sent a letter to the old man and asked him to help him in that matter.

The answering letter came a day later, saying that when Harry will come to Hogwarts he promised he will help him and his gang in that matter. And with that the matter was solved. But the thing that annoyed him the worst was when he learned that he couldn't use him magic outside of school.

He had to use him magic when he fought so he could help his friends and family; his gang. But now the Ministry Of Magic forbidden the use of magic to underage wizards, it was something that he had to look into. He had to use him magic when the end of the term ended.

A few days later Harry returned to Diagon Ally and bought more books, took money and turned it to Muggle money. With that money he bought REAL clothes to his family, and real food. Also they sold everything that wasn't absolutely needed now that they were going to live inside the school, like the factory itself. The one to buy the factory and the garden behind it was a business man named Michal Norton, who also owned a lot of other factories in the world, even though it was, his first one owned in this domicile.

After then Harry was busy in reading the books he bought. They were better than the first ones he had to buy for school, and helped him in understanding other subjects that weren't learnt this year in Hogwarts, if they ever were learnt there.

The time passed and he started understanding how the Ministry succeeded knowing who performed magic outside of school and how to undone what they did. But to undone it wouldn't be good. The Ministry cast a tracking charms on the wands of the eleven years old children, combined with magic detector charm, and magic suppressors charms were stuck on the damn things.

If Harry were to remove the charms on the wand the Ministry would know, that will make them see him as a treat. Harry didn't want the paranoid Ministry on him tail, so that was out of the question. He had to find something else that will go around the charmed wand, so that Harry could use his magic, and yet in the same time he will be able to fool the ministry to think that he wasn't, that he was clueless about the whole thing, that he was on THEIR side.

While researching and learning, going on raids, and selling unnecessary things, the time passed and September 1st rolled about.

What started as a wonderful and exciting day, as he and the rest of his gang went to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry, had ended up as one of the most annoying days he had ever had since he stopped living with his relatives. But let us start at the beginning, OK?

Harry woke up early that day on the September 1st. he wore his clothes and headed to the dining hall, where he and the rest of his gang were sited and eat breakfast. His truck was already packed, this school things and gang things carefully separated. The moment he started eating with the rest of the gang, the questions started.

"Harry, when will the train leave?" a small girl asked, her name was Claris, and she had snow-white skin, ginger hair, and grey almost white eyes. She always used to wear those too short pants and overused shirt, but today, she wore a blue simple dress that looked very good on her small frame.

"if what was written in that letter is correct then it leaves from Platform 9 3/4 of London's King's Cross Station at 11 a.m. today" he looked at them waiting for them to all look at him so he could continue explaining, "the old man sent me another latter that said he will have one of his man come to pick us up" he yawned and passed one hand through his thick still messy hair.

The breakfast was really good today, the groceries were fresh, and bought with the money he drawn from his vault. Today they eat beacon and rice, with a small salad in the side. He was only half finished with his meal before the next question was asked.

"He told you who he'll send?" asked Tubby with a devil like smile, her brown eyes practically shining. Harry nodded as he took a bite from his food. "Then who is it?!" she asked in excitement fists clinching together.

"A half giant named Hagrid, or so he wrote, he gave me the description of this Hagrid figure, both in personality and both in his appearance. Supposedly his a very big man-giant, he is mentioned to be as twice as tall as the average man and nearly five times as wide with black beard and messy black hair, he have tanned skin, and usually wears a set of brown shirt-pants-coat.

"About his personality, He is supposed to be friendly, with softhearted personality and is easily driven to tears. He is also very loyal to those he consider his friends, and he's this semi-wild person who lives on the edge of the forest. I kind of like how the old man described him" Harry said with a wide-deadly smile. He really started smiling lately, and no one knew if that was a good sign or a bad sign.

"When he's supposed to come?" Trevor asked for them all, Harry looked at him and yawned again, and then he looked at his silver watch.

"Actually, now…" as Harry said those words all forty one present could hear a loud pop just outside the factory's doors. Harry smiled "just on time" he mumbled, and then he looked at his family "go get your track, meet me here when you have finished with everything. And Tubby, get my track, ok?" the bronzed hair and browned eyes girl nodded in eagerness.

A few seconds and a lot of running, the doors to the factory opened and reviled a big-but-really-big man. Harry assumed that this was Hagrid, it had to be, the man was a giant, well technically half-giant, but that didn't really meant much to Harry at the moment, he was too busy checking the other out.

The first thing that crossed the gang leader's mind was 'if we were to fight, who will win?' Harry was really curious; the man looked like he could put up a fight. One of those days, he will test that thought…

But not now, now wasn't the right time…

"Are you Hagrid?" the teen gang leader asked with interest, the big man nodded and started talking, it took Harry some time to understand what languish he talked with, English, and it really surprised him when he finally did…

"I' Hagrid, ya Harry arnt ya?" he said smiling "Dmbldoor sent me ta take ya ta king's cross station, ya and yar friends R ready?" Harry could barely talk after hearing it, it was the worst! The stupid old man forgot to tell him about that little thing, the only thing that could really matter to Harry, the big man had an accent!

Harry really hated accents, not because they were annoying, and they were, no, the reason was because he understood absolutely nothing when someone was talking with even a small accent, and this wasn't a small accent!

"My friends will be here in a second" he said, really hoping it will come true, he will need a translator if he wanted to understand the half-giant. And true to his words, a few seconds later the gang members started showing up. The first to show and save Harry was Trevor, thank god he was so fast!

"Is something the matter, Harry?" Trevor asked, it took him only one look at the gang leader to understand that something, had terribly troubled the young gang leader, Harry looked at him and the other boy could see the confusion in his eyes. Harry called him to come closer to him and whispered in his ear a quiet 'he has an accent' and then everything made sense to the other boy.

Trevor gave Harry a half amused look and a shake of the head before taking his job as a translator.

"Mr. Hagrid, I'm really sorry but Harry doesn't fell all too well, so I will talk with you… is it fine with you?" asked Trevor with a big before-raid-like smile, one that was made people to trust him before he took all money that they had. Hagrid nodded but looked concerned about Harry's 'condition'.

When all forty one kids were present Hagrid started explaining them about the school, where they will stay, and how they will get there.

"Platform Nin and Tree-Quarters is a platfrom at King's Cross Station in London. I wil t'ke you there wit th's" he took out a long and big rug "th's is a flying rug th't wil t'ke us to King's Cross Station, the platf'rm we wil use, is magically c'ncealed behind the barrier batween Muggle Platform Nine and Platform Ten, ho, Muggles are none-magical people l'ke most of ya," he pointed one finger at the gang "th's Platform is where Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry students bord the Hogwarts Express on 1st September, in order to att'nd school.

"In ord'r for someone to get onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, they must w'lk directly at the apparently solid m'tal tick't box dividing Platforms Nine and T'n, but don't you worri, there is no metal ticket box there, only an illusion" he said. Trevor had to repeat it to Harry again since he understood nothing.

"And how exactly will we get there?" asked Alex confused. Hagrid sighed and pointed to the rug again.

"Th's is a flying rug, n'ne here heard of such a th'ng b'fore?" he asked while looking at his clock, they didn't have much time.

"I know what this is!" said one of the smaller girls, Aurora, she had blond hair and blue eyes, and a lovely pale skin, and a big bright smile on her face "my real father used to read this story to me when I was little" she said "Aladdin and the forty bandits! The leader Aladdin, he had a flying rug that could take him from one place to another, all he had to do was sit on it!" Hagrid nodded happily.

"Yep! Th't's the one!" he said

Another look at his watch and a small command from Harry and all were on the flying rug who took them to their chosen place. Harry couldn't stop himself from looking at the view; it was marvelous, so beautiful and pure. The people were roaming the streets and some of the clubs were starting to play their cheerful music. He loved flying! He wanted to keep on flying forever!

But like any dream, this one too had to end…

OOO

King's Cross Station is considered one of the main train stations to serve London, England. It was opened in 1852 and still is after all this time.

Near the platforms there was white fluffy stemming smoke that came out of the trains in small cycles, and people who were waiting outside the building for their trains, looked like a bunch of very busy kind of people. The roof was made of shining glass, and one could see the smoke rise up into the navy blue sky.

Harry did see a lot of people in his short life, but not so many of them like so close to each other like they were in this place. Taking one last look at his train ticket that he head, he read the bold writing that said clearly platform 9 3\4, and put it at one of his jacket's pockets.

"This is where we part 'Arry" said the big man; surprisingly, for Harry that is, he did understand the man this time, and nodded in respect to the half giant. The big man left them alone walking away in heavy loud steps, they all looked at him as he made his way out of the station, and then they started looking the said platform.

The forty-something kids, started asking people in the platforms if they knew where their own platform was, until now with no luck. Harry ordered them to look for the said platform before he went to look himself.

The station was a mess, trash everywhere, dirt and spider webs, thought it could be expected with the lot of people equipping the place, while having no one who really did clean after them.

Harry took out his ticket and showed it to the station work stuff. None knew where the wanted-but-supposedly-imaginary platform was. Harry was even taken near the wall of platforms nine and ten by one of the newer workers, just to be sure, but still no luck. He thanked the work stuff, and told them he would got home, since it (the train ticket) was probably a prank.

There was no 9 3\4 platform. It was a prank like he thought in the first place. Especially if the workers in this place did not know there was such a place! There couldn't be any real magic, only pretty lies.

Harry was going to call his family and head home when he saw that blond boy again; the one he saw at Diagon Ally, the one who was obviously a wizard! A big smile covered his face, Diagon Ally! It was real, and so was magic, it was only he who was not looking hard enough, that must be it. Harry smiled his chilly-cold-smile and walked to the boy, who now he could see, was with a bigger version of himself. It was probably the boy's father.

"Excuse me…" he told the two, making the two said blonds look at him with cold unsticking matching glares "I think I'm lost, do you know where platform nine and three quarters is?" the asked them ignoring the bored and arrogance.

"Ho," said the one who Harry supposed was the father, but seeing how young he was, he could have also been the younger boy's brother "that platform" the corners of his mouth rose a bit to a smug smile.

"Yes, I'm sure that you yourself know?" he asked, the older laughed looking at the half priced clothes, the messy hair, and the un-pureblooded behavior. The smaller male smirked and looked at Harry with blue sharp eyes. Harry frowned deeply not liking the way the two were looking at him, like he was some kind of animal, inferior to them both. Even if those two were such asses, that didn't mean he would give up. He would find the stupid platform and by death's name he would board that train!

"Even if we did, and I don't mean we do, we wouldn't be telling this to you mudblood" said the smaller male, making Harry's frown even bigger. He didn't like that brat. He needed to learn some manners.

"You will regret this, I promise you this you will pay the price" Harry said in a cold icy tone and walked away, hearing behind him the two blonds laughing at him.

Going away he signaled one of the smaller boys in his gang, one with light brown hair and big blue eyes, to come close to him "I need you to watch those two for me. Don't let them out of your sight" the small boy nodded happily and run to the noble looking pair of blonds, stalking them.

Living the arrogant pricks to themselves, Harry started looking for the right platform yet again. This time something red come into his view. It was a family of loud-yet-happy looking red heads. Now Harry had nothing against red heads, only this bunch was really-really loud, and really big in numbers, more like corps then a family, but who were he to talk…

"Hurry up! Hurry up! If we'll stay here any longer the Hogwarts express will leave without us!" called the bigger female with a bright red head, she looked like the mothering type of a mother. The kind who suffocated the kids before letting them goes anywhere, because she would miss them. All the smaller red heads did as she said, making Harry believed she was the mother, if that wasn't clear until now.

Harry never knew who his mother was. He knew about his father, a bit really, but nothing about his mother. Sometimes it bothered him not to know about her. Of course he knew what his aunt told him, but she and her husband were liars so he didn't believe a word that they said. They were wrong about his father in any case.

Hearing the mother red head talking about the Hogwarts express made him follow her. He followed her back to the wall between the tenth platform and the ninth platform. Waiting to see what she was going to do, which after some time, it was seemed that nothing was going to happen, and that started to get him bored, he called Trevor and told him to call all the gang back here.

What he found out was really surprising, or not, depending who you chose to look at it. As it seemed, you needed to walk thought the wall to get to the other side were the platform were…

Harry waited for his gang to come while looking at the red heads family walking through the wall as if it wasn't even there. Most of them run, but the mother and the father just walked calmly as if they did it so many times that it didn't bother them.

The last one to show up was the kid he sent to spy after the blonds, Riky. The boy looked like he had seen a ghost; he was so white and was still trembling. Harry for his part didn't have much time to ask the boy what was the cause of his trembling and paling face, though he pretty much knew, it was the blonds. Harry swore to himself that he will revenge the little guy. Nothing will stand in his way to protect his family.

"Is every one of us here?" Harry asked, he was answered with a lot of nodding and 'yesing' alongside of wide big smiles. Harry looked at them all and nodded.

"Just now I found out how we are supposed to go to the Hogwarts Express. I've seen a family of (probably) wizards going right into that wall" he pointed to the said brown wall, and was followed with his gang's stares "we need to go through the wall. I will go first" he said and moved towards the wall as if he was as calm as the two grownups red heads. Harry took a big-deep breath before closing his eyes and walking right into the wall.

It felt like a small wind-blown his hair gently and there was no sound, no colors, not even the smallest smell. Harry opened his eyes just in time to look at the other side of the wall. It was so weird, looking at all those people, wizards, and his kind. The reason was mostly the fact that most of them wore dresses.

All of his gang followed him soon enough, looking at the bizarre sight in front of them, like it was the first thing that they saw in their lives. Harry couldn't blame them; he was doing the same thing.

What snapped them from their daze was the voice of one of the red heads he saw earlier. It was one of the two twins, he smiled at them and one could see he was really trying not to laugh "your first time here kiddies?" he asked. His brother soon followed and smiled at them his identical smile.

"Don't look so lost" "we don't mind" "helping you" "it can be a pain not to know" "anything about the" "wizarding world" they finished together.

"Thank you" Harry said, being the first to get back to himself, the two identical clowns smiled a wide smile and each took one of Harry's arms in their hands.

"you don't have to" "thank us" "you looked like" "your eyes were going" "to pop out of their places" "it was kind of funny" "and we thought that" "if we stayed next to you" "we will see a lot more" "funny things" they zigzagged again, like it was normally what they did. Harry kind of liked that, they were funny, and he could see that his family liked them too. They could be friends.

Harry never had any other friends other than his family. He was a gang leader. No one wanted to be friends with a big bad gang leader, a murderer (sponsored by Vernon), and a bully (Petunia). Those could be his first friends ever. Though he didn't know if it would be smart to tell them his name, he didn't know how they will react to it, he didn't want them to act like that other guy who found out…

"Wait! What about my family?!" he asked looking behind him at his smiling waving forty family members who looked really amused. The two looked at the smiling waving kids and shrugged.

"Doesn't look like they" "mind it so much" "so you should just come with" "us firsty " they smile wide bad smiles, dragging him into the train. His family boarded soon after.

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