The station was beautiful, full of life, color, and magic, but Baz didn't have the time to cherish it. He had two minutes to get himself on this train. He followed Luna to the luggage checkpoint if you could call it that. There were piles of suitcase and bags in different piles all labeled by their house, gender, and grade. A lanky man stood in front with a bell hopper like look. He turned his head to the both of them. "Name?"

"Luna Lovegood."

"Place your luggage in pile twenty-three. Any pets?"

"Just an owl."

"Place it with the others. Next." The man had the most monotone voice.

Luna walked over to the different piles and left her stuff, she walked back to Baz, "See you on the train, car four." She skipped off towards the train.

The man shifted his attention to Baz. "Name."

"Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch." He said quietly so the other kids couldn't hear.

"Tuff name kid," the man scanned his clipboard, so he didn't see the face Baz made at him.

"I don't see you. What grade?"

"Sixth."

"House?"

"I have no idea."

The man looked up, his face was sour with disgust, "I don't have time for kids forgetting their houses."

"No, I seriously don't have one. I'm a transfer."

The man's face changed to shock, anger, and to just plain disgusted look with a hint of fear. He adjusted his glasses perched on his nose, "Ah yes, , Dumbledore told us about you. Place your things in pile one. As Baz walked over to the piles, and the man bumped into him, like when a bully purposely pushes someone in the hall kind of thing. Baz turned in a quick movement face to face with him. But he only said, "Have a good school year ." With a cold tone.

Baz made his way to car four on the train when it started to move. To be completely honest he didn't want to sit with her, but it was better than sitting alone. When he did find car four, Luna was inside along with three other kids all the same age. A girl and two boys. The girl had curly hair and a book in her lap, the boys one red headed the other black haired wherein a deep conversation about something called Quidditch. When he saw Luna she chirped, "Baz!" and pulled him down next to her.

The girl looked up from her book, "Luna, who's your friend?"

Mocking Luna's greeting, Baz stretched out his hand, "Baz Pitch."

"Hermione Granger. Your hand is freezing."

Baz pulled back defensively, "It was cold on the way in."

"I guess." Her eyes a little skeptical, but then returned to their warmth. "What grade are you in?"

"I'm in my sixth."

"Hey, same as ours." The boy with the red hair said through a muffled mouth, "What house?"

"I-I don't have one." The three kids seemed to just stare at him with confusion till redhead said, "My dad told me about you."

"He did?" Baz didn't know what to do. Did everyone know what he was here?

"Ya said over dinner that a new student was coming this year. I'm Ron Weasley by the way."

A small breath escaped Baz in relief, they didn't know.

The boy with the black hair introduced himself next, "And, I'm Harry Potter."

"Pleasure to meet you all."

The others were thrown back by his calmness at Harry's name, but he didn't see it fit to make a fuss. Back home their chosen one, his chosen one, Simon, looked the part, carried power with him through the halls, this Harry kid just looked standard.

"What school are you from?" Hermione asked.

"Watford, it's about four hours from here."

"If it's that close why weren't you guys at the Triwizard tournament?"

Before he could answer Ron butted in, "The word tri is in it. You can't have four schools competing." Hermione just rolled her eyes.

To stop Ron from embarrassing himself more Baz quickly said, "We were having some, warlike problems." Baz didn't see why he should lie. All he had to lie about was what he was. The other's seemed to understand and backed off the subject. "What's the diversity like here?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione placed her book at her side.

"Like with wizards who are different." He shrugged.

"Why," asked Harry.

"To get the feel of the culture here."

"Well, mudbloods, a wizard that is born with muggles are not like by some nasty, terrible people," Ron responded.

"People here care about the LGBT community," Hermione added.

"Are there people here that are like part magical creature?" Baz made his eyes big so it looked like he was more intrigued with the question than concerned. "I heard there are some people like that here, how are they treated?"

"Our dark arts teacher was part werewolf. He was the greatest teacher we had." Harry said.

"Was?"

"The school found out his secret and he quit before he was let go. Parents didn't like the idea of a werewolf teaching their kids." Hermione said in annoyance. "It's so terrible! Many people like that are treated even worse than mudbloods. Big groups of them joined the wrong side and now all of them are labeled and are now in hiding. It's terrible!"

"Well, you can't blame them." Ron joined.

Hermione turned, face reddening, "Ron how could you!"

"Think about it. If you didn't know Lupin wouldn't you be a little skeptical, being what he was. People would be scared. Now don't get me wrong I like Lupin, it's just, you have to look at the other side of the picture."After that, they rode the train in silence.

When they reached the train station kids piled off the car in big groups. The first years where to go with this man called Hagrid and the others where to go on the carts. Baz had no clue where he was to go in other words. He lost his car group in the big mess of kids pushing a shoving past one another. He made his way to the tall man known as Hagrid and asked, "Pardon me, but I'm a transfer, where do I go?"

The man looked down, "Ay, yes the transfer. Dumbledore would like to see you. Just follow us." Baz went with the first years to a crowd of boats along the shore and they all rode in pairs of three. Except for Baz who went with Hagrid on the first one, "It's a pleasure to met you Mr.?"

"Pitch."

"Yes, now before anything, the wizards here are kind of high wired. If they find out that you are-"

"I've been told thank you." Baz snapped.

"Didn't mean to be disrespectful, just thought you ought to know."

"Thanks for the heads up." They got off the boats, and he had to wait till Hagrid had helped the other kids off the boats till the group shuffled into the great hall. They were meet by an older woman in green robes who wore a pointed witch's hat and had glasses perched on her nose.

"Good evening Mrs. Mcgonagall."

"Evening Hagrid, the students are getting less and less every year. Ten students pulled out, their parents scared to death because of the increase of them in the woods." Her eyes trained over Baz, "Who's this?"

Hagrid placed his hands over Baz's shoulder, "This is Mister Pitch, he's here to deal with our problem."

"Ah, yes, nice to meet you." When they shook hands she didn't pull away from his hands the way Hermione did.

"Gonna take him up to Dumbledore, hopefully, we could make it back before the sorting is over." They bided Mrs. Mcgonagall goodbye and went down the opposite hallway.

"Sorting?"

"What first years do here. There are four Houses: Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin." They made their way down different hallways and doors till they stood in front of a glorious bird-like statue. "Chocolate frogs." Hagrid half yelled. The statue began to spin around till it formed stairs to the top. "Dumbledore will be waiting for you." Hagrid took a step back letting Baz go up the stairs.

The room was small with bookshelves lining the rounded walls. Papers and bottles of ink scattered around the room making it smell of a bookshop. A man sat at a large desk in the back of the room with a bird. Without looking up from his work he said, "Ah, . I've been waiting for your arrival." He looked up with a bright smile on his face, "Come, sit." Baz did as he was told and sat in a chair across from him. In the light, the man was older than he thought. His skin was wrinkled and he had a long white beard that could probably touch the ground if he tried, but his eyes shined bright blue, showing no aging at all. "Do you know why we called you on such drastic measures?"

"Because I have a connection with the enemies." Baz guessed.

"Though that may be a plus, it is not the main reason," he adjusted his glasses and looked down, "In your profile, you show gifted in the magical aspect of your age, and you are not known to our world. That is the most crucial, no one will know your weaknesses or your strengths, you could say you are a secret to them, giving us an advantage."

"So, what do I do now?" He questioned.

"You will live here like any ordinary student and will protect Mr. Potter from any potential attacks. Many of the vampires are in the woods, but every day they come closer to our borders, you must go in the woods and figure out why they are doing this. The people that the Ministry have been sending in have been bitten." Dumbledore started to shuffle through different cabinets.

"With all do respect sir, but why don't the Ministry just send in an army?"

"We don't have that many numbers to send men and women in blinded by what is to come. This is as of now a small matter," He pulled out a stack of clothing and placed in on the counter, "In order to be with Mr. Potter you must be in the same house. Now I would head down if I were you. The first day starts tomorrow."

Baz picked up the clothing and started for the door when Dumbledore added, "With all these attacks it will not be wise to reveal who you are to the wizards of this school."

"Of course sir," Baz said through gritted teeth, he turned and walked out the door.