[a/n-1] And yes, Nocte Furorem, Daphne is a Muggle movie fan, particularly Full Metal Jacket.

[a/n0]Revan Nonaka made my morning Wife/Brother/Sister of HDD. Got names for anthologies out to 1000 1shots. Daughter/Mom/Dad Ohhh the possibilities!

[a/n]pm from magitech got buried, just rediscovered it. Jun 19, 2018 at 12:38 AM On the train first year. Having seen what a wand can do, when Granger points hers, at his HEAD!, instead of sitting there, Harry screams and dives out of the doesn't want someone who hasn't even had a single lesson casting a spell on him. Who knows what could happen as Hagrid admitted his spell didn't work as he wanted. You can even go further and Ron (a pure blood) tells Granger off for breaking the "Never point your wand at someone" rule. Much like you never point a loaded gun at someone.

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"Sunshine daisies butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" Ron Weasley waved his wand at the pet in his lap. When nothing happened, he shrugged at Harry, who shrugged back.

The bushy haired girl at the compartment door shook her head in amusement "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well it's not very good? Is it?"

Ron and Harry exchanged looks, though Harry thought she had something of a point.

"I'm Hermione Granger." The girl announced as she entered the compartment and sat across from the boys. Her eyes widened in shock "Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter!" she grimaced "And? You are?"

The freckled-face boy swallowed a candy and replied "I'm Ron Weasley."

"Pleasure." She acknowledged, her face showed a different emotion from the word. Then she spoke up "I've read up on spells since I found out I was a witch. Months and months ago. They've all worked for me." She whipped out her wand with practiced ease, pointed it within inches of Harry's face and right between his eyes "For example Occulus Rep- - -"

With reflexes long-trained by living with the Dursleys Harry ducked, spun out of his seat and slapped the offending wand. He was back against the compartment door in a defensive crouch. The whole thing took about two seconds.

"Bloody hell!" it was the first time Ron used the vulgarity in Hogwarts clothes. He gripped Scabbers protectively.

Hermione was shocked, the look on her face indescribable. She held her wrist tenderly as the sharp pain subsided. Not taking her hurt eyes off the boys, she bent over to pick up her wand "Well I never!"

"How many times you stick a gun in someone's face?" Harry snapped back. For all the good it would do, he had his wand out. But his stance would have made Mad-Eye Moody smile.

The witch huffed in self-righteousness "I was ONLY going to fix your pathetic glasses."

"Maybe they wouldn't be so pathetic if my aunt wasn't so cheap." He shot back angrily and flopped back into his seat.

Wizard-raised Ron was shaking his head, but acted the voice of reason "Don't know about gun, but Hermione, what you have to understand is you NEVER point your wand at someone. Certainly not without at LEAST asking first. At best, it's rude. At worst, it's a duel challenge, maybe to the death."

"That is utterly ridiculous." She was still angry, and narrowed her eyes at Harry "And YOU hurt me!"

He countered "And even if you didn't know any spells, you still could've poked my eye out with that thing!"[1]

"Well! You'd both better get ready." She ordered then walked out, slamming the door.

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In The Great Hall, the First Years were the center of attention as they paraded down to the Head Table. Harry was as amazed as the rest of them, especially liking the ceiling. Then he heard that voice "The ceiling is charmed, to look like the outside, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

"Now, when I call your name, come up and I will put the Sorting Hat on your head…..Abbott, Hannah…HUFFLEPUFF! ….. Granger, Hermione…GRYFFINDOR! …Malfoy, Draco…SLYTHERIN!….Potter, Harry."

The voice in his head said "Not a bad mind, plenty of courage too I see. And a thirst, to prove yourself. But where to put you?"

"Not Slytherin! Not Gryffindor! Not Slytherin! Not Gryffindor!" Harry repeated the mantra over and over. He recognized the blonde brat from the clothing store, noting HIS House. And saw where the girl from the Express went, he didn't HER wand in his face again "Not Slytherin! Not Gryffindor! Not Slytherin! Not Gryffindor!"

The Hat dug a little bit "Hmmm…first impressions are important. Slytherin could lead you to greatness, there's no doubt about that. No? Sure? How about Gryffindor? My you do fear the worst of people don't you? However I see your point…..better be HUFFLEPUFF!"

The Deputy Headmistress dropped the Hat in shock. The Headmaster applauded as perfunctorily as he had for every other student, but his eyebrows rose at the outcome. A rotund professor applauded gaily, while her badgers banged the table and stomped their feet in celebration. An older boy led the chant "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

When Ron went to sit at the Gryffindor table, he shot a disappointed look at the Hufflepuffs.

Harry was shaking hands with Ernie, Hannah, Susan and Justin.


[1]Remember the feather scene in Charms