AN: A quick note. The wand I gave Harry, Redwood and Phoenix feather, was my wand on pottermore and it felt fitting. Redwood wands bond with wizards that tend to be able to adapt on the fly and land on their feet. Phoenix feathers are capable of the greatest range of magic.

To fix my mistake

Chapter 3

-Harry-

Grinning widely, Harry spun out of the floo with a laugh, tiny emerald flames dancing on his robes as he landed in platform nine and three quarters. "Harry!" turning he saw his friend from the Alley, Draco, walking over from the train. Since that first day in the Alley, he and Draco had been exchanging letters as he learned more about the Wizarding world. What he had learned about Draco's family through their letters left him furious but provided great inspiration when studying the books of curses and jinxes he had bought.

"Hey Draco!" he grinned, holding his hand up for a high five, having been explaining muggle things to his pureblood friend in exchange for learning about the magical world.

"Come on, I got us a compartment." Draco slapped him on the back, grabbing a handle on Harry's trunk as they carried it inside, the rest of the platform empty as they had come early, Draco mentioning intending to come via house elf as his parents were too busy to drop him off themselves.

"Thanks." Harry couldn't keep the smile from his face, still on cloud nine at the thought of having a friend. Trunk secured, he pulled out some of the books he had bought from flourish and Blotts, having gotten even more after the first day.

"What are you reading?" Draco asked, looking at the books with a raised eyebrow.

"Book on curses and another on runes." Harry handed over the curse one as he opened the rune tome, "I've kinda been reading everything I could get my hands on." He admitted sheepishly as Draco looked at the curses in the book.

"Remind me not to piss you off." Draco snorted, flipping through the pages "Some of these look like they'd hurt."

"I think all of them would hurt. Kinda the point honestly." Harry laughed, pulling out a rock as he began practicing at tracing the rune for levitation on it, having found the subject of Runes coming to him naturally, almost like something he used to know and was relearning.

"Fair enough." Draco chuckled, settling down to study the curse book, "How's the plan been going?" at that question, Harry closed his book, knowing this was serious. Over the past month since he had met Draco they had learned about each other through letters, each despising the others family. Harry knew that there was a good chance of someone trying to force him to go back to the Dursleys, people having looked through the alley for him since he started staying at the Cauldron, Tom and a few others helping hide him. Draco had revealed that he didn't want to get sorted into Slytherin, wanting to escape the pit of people like his dad.

Since then, they had opened a new account at Gringotts, emptying their trust funds into it as the funds automatically filled to a certain amount from the family vault every month. This would give them funds to work with come summer as Draco was positive he might get disowned if he wasn't sorted into Slytherin and Harry refused to go back to Durzkaban.

"The vault is set up and I arranged for the Goblins to transfer the gold from my trust vault to our new one every month. They've also shown me conversion rates for galleons to muggle currency so if we need to we could find a place to hide in the muggle world during the summer. Hagrid also offered to let me stay with him if I need to and I'm sure he'd let you stay too."

"I hope so." Draco shuddered, "I know my father. He's going to be furious at his heir insulting the family name by not getting sorted into the house Slytherin."

"If it helps, Hagrid mentioned he's friends with a muggleborn who joined the constables in London." Harry pulled out a letter from the groundskeeper "He offered to introduce me to him so that way the constable could work on investigating the Dursleys in their world."

"That…could work." Draco seemed surprised at that piece of information. A knock at the door stopped the conversation from going further.

"Excuse me," a voice came from outside the door, "could you help me? I can't find my toad." The voice sounded miserable as Draco went to open the compartment door, a glance out the window let Harry see an old woman in a vulture topped hat vanishing with a crack.

"M-Malfoy!" hearing the terrified squeak, Harry turned to see a pudgy boy with a mop of brown hair looking wide eyed at Draco.

"Heir Longbottom, yes?" Draco asked politely, giving a friendly smile.

"Um, y-yes?" the pudgy brunette looked almost wilted in his confusion.

"If you lost your toad I'd recommend the summoning spell." Draco smiled, "Know that one Harry?"

"I saw Tom use it." he grinned, pulling out his wand "And did you know that the ministry can't detect underage magic in the alley? Too many witches and wizards to get a clear reading so I managed to get a bit of practice in."

"Let me guess," Draco snorted, "you want to be lazy and not have to reach for stuff in the morning?"

"…I admit nothing." Harry did his best to look dignified before flicking his wand and using the spell he had only recently managed to get the hang of "Accio Longbottom's toad!"

"Ribbit!" a panicked toad croaked before landing in the compartment, looking about indignantly.

"Trevor!" the brunette exclaimed happily, scooping up the toad, "I…thanks. I'm Neville, Neville Longbottom."

"Draco Malfoy." Draco offered his hand as Neville shook it hesitantly.

"Harry Potter." Harry braced himself for Neville's reaction, thankfully it was muted as Neville seemed too awkward to turn into a raving fanboy.

"So Neville, want to ride up with us?" Draco offered, sitting back down and leaning against the window, "We've got plenty of room. And with three people we can have a decent game of exploding snap!"

"Come on Neville, it'll be fun!" Harry grinned, eager to make another friend as Neville gave an awkward nod and sat down.

-Ron-

Frowning, Ron looked around for any sign of Harry Potter. Dumbledore had come to their family and told them about how Harry Potter needed them to guide him, carefully. His mom was currently talking about the platform loudly in the hopes that Harry would overhear them and come over to ask about how to get onto the platform, Ginny looking around to help their mother. Percy and the twins just looked confused about the action and why they didn't just floo to the platform and were going through the muggle entrance.

Ron knew this was a waste of time but kept quiet, not wanting to get punished by voicing any disagreement to his mother's ideas after he already pointed out the problems to them. Harry Potter had been living somewhere in the wizarding world for the past month, Dumbledore knew that much. With that amount of time and no minders, it was very likely that the Potter Heir already knew how to get onto the platform and a number of other facts that Dumbledore had said he didn't wish for Harry Potter to learn until Dumbledore deemed him ready.

His father, Percy, and the twins weren't aware of Dumbledore coming with the request, his mother had only told he and Ginny as they were nearby when Dumbledore had come, and she felt that they wouldn't tell their dad or anyone else.

His mother had demanded gold from Dumbledore for doing this, stating it was to buy her the things she deserved as the wife of a head of house as well as paying for a future Dowry for Ginny and several other things for herself and her daughter. Ron forced back his frown, as the only daughter, Ginny was favored by their mother who named her the heir to house Prewitt. Bill was the firstborn son and therefor the heir to house Weasley. Charlie was one of the best seekers Gryffindor had in the last century. Charlie was a dedicated student and was working hard to get perfect O's on every Owl. The twins were mad geniuses, able to create insane spells and potions.

Him? To his family all he could do was eat or play chess. That meant they underestimated him. He had cornered Dumbledore before the old man could leave and convinced the Headmaster to provide the gold for Ron to get a wand of his own. He pointed out how his mother wanted him to use Charlie's wand which barely responded to him. With Harry spending time in the Wizarding world he might learn things on his own. Ron explained that if he had his own wand that worked properly he could show Harry Potter that he was talented and make him more willing to listen to him if he thought Ron was worth listening to. Dumbledore had agreed and provided a small purse of coins. Feeling the remaining pieces of hidden gold in his pocket, Ron smirked, if he kept thing sup then life could be very good for him indeed.