Diagon Alley was a flurry of activity. People were milling about and chattering animatedly in every corner of the street. Daniel couldn't stop grinning at everything around him. He laughed at the different creatures and the assortment of colorful robes that the various wizards wore.

McGonagall led him quickly through the street. The crowd seemed to part before her with every step she took. She had taken him to Gringotts and helped get money from a lone vault. She had explained to him that due to his status, he was allowed a certain scholarship. It wasn't much, only a few galleons, but supposedly enough to get him a wand and all his books.

He had already been fitted for his robes, McGonagall had managed to find a few books for him while he was being fitted. But as they continued walking, a sign stuck out to Daniel and he felt a smile spread on his face.

Ollivander's. He looked to McGonagall then back to the sign and felt excitement and a nervous pit forming in his stomach.

"You wish to get your wand?" McGonagall said smiling at the boy. He nodded and his fingers twitched. "Well then go on in. I shall go and get the last of your books. If I am not back when you are finished, wait outside the shop. Do not use your wand after you obtain it."

He nodded at her stern turn of voice before rushing off toward the wand shop. He entered the wand shop, finding it empty, he took a few steps towards the counter and twisted his head around, searching for, Ollivander in the stacks of wand boxes. He frowned and hoped that he had not missed the wandmaker, but then why would he have left his wand shop unlocked has he left—Thump!

Daniel jumped and his eyes went wide as Ollivander rolled into sight on a rolling ladder attached to the shelves.

"Hello there," Olivander said, smiling and climbing down from the ladder. He took a few hobbling steps toward the counter. "May I have your name, sir?"

"Uhh, yes sir, of course, sir. My name is Daniel, Daniel Lovage," he said, his voice quivering slightly and a feeling of excited nerves coming over him.

"Excellent! May I see your wand arm," he asked. Daniel nodded and held out his right arm. Ollivander drew measuring tape from his coat pocket, the tape springing out and wrapping itself around his arm. Ollivander nodded and went into the back of the room, the sound of shuffling and boxes falling to the ground before he returned with a box. "Try this one, Laurel with Dragon Heartstring, thirteen inches swishy, good for charms,"

Daniel took the wand and nodded. Waving it around there was a crack sounding through the air and a vase of flowers was suddenly set on fire. Ollivander was quick to snatch the wand out of his hands and quickly put out the fire. "No, I don't think that one will do."

He returned to the back. The sounds of shuffling and rustling papers sounded back and soon Ollivander had returned.

"Ebony, Unicorn hair, twelve and a quarter inches, slightly springy, excellent for transfiguration." Daniel took the wand and waved it. A shelf began to sway dozens of boxes rushing out and spilling onto the floor. Dust kicked up and Daniel turned his head, shielding his eyes from the wave of dust.

He felt Ollivander snatch the wand from his hand and turned back to see the old wandmaker setting it back into the box. He seemed to think for a second before nodding to himself and moving to the back of the shop muttering and chatting with himself about how he felt he had it.

Returning with a beaming smile he set a disty box in front of him and pulled out a lightly colored wand, offering it to Daniel.

He took it and held the wand lightly. He felt a warm feeling where his hand connected to the wood, a tingling almost. He smiled and gave it a small wave. Bright blue sparks flew out of the end of the wand bringing a smile to both his and Olivanders face.

"Well I do believe you have a match," the wandmaker said beaming. "Quite a good one I believe as well. The wand is Applewood with a phoenix feather core, thirteen inches, and supple. Use it wisely."

Daniel laughed and nodded vigorously as he held the wand in his hand. He twirled it in his hand and pulled out a few galleons to pay. He pulled out eight, all that McGonagall had given him, and left the shop, wand in his pocket, his right hand gripping in.

Professor McGonagall was waiting for him and led him away from the Diagon Alley. As great as if had been to see, he needed to get home.


Frank was quick to bombard Daniel with questions. The man had not been allowed to go as he was not Daniel's guardian, therefore not allowed to go. He was even lucky that McGonagall had allowed him to be in the demonstration when she used magic.

Daniel was quick to tell him of Diagon Alley. He spoke of the strange robes, exotic aminals, all the owls he had seen, the magical brooms meant for flying at breakneck speeds. He showed Frank his wand, telling him he would not be able to use it, as it was illegal, and he had no knowledge as to how to actually perform magic.

Frank, though confused, simply nodded his head and brought Daniel back to the study.

"So, you'll be leaving soon then?" Frank asked.

"Professor McGonagall told me that she would come and take me to London in a week. Apparently the train taking me and the others leaves out of Kings Cross."

Frank nodded, his eyes were downcast and he sniffed moving his hand to rub his face.

"I—I uh, could take you if ya' want," Frank said offering.

"You don't have a car." He laughed, though his smile didn't reach his eyes, nor the joke lighten the air. "I'm gonna be alright Frank."

"I know," Frank said. "But, you're gonna be off doing lord knows what."

"Frank it's a school. I'm just gonna be learning how to use Magic."

Frank sighed and nodded his head quickly. "Yeah, yeah I know. I just… will you be coming back for holidays?"

Daniel nodded. "Course. We haven't missed a Christmas together since I was six."

"The Matrons over there always did get mad that you snuck out to come and see me." Frank laughed and looked up, his eyes were beginning to show red and he smiled at the fond memories. "Well, don't let me keep you then. You need to get back to the home. What did the Matrons say about you getting accepted to the school?"

"Shocked. Though they didn't think it was a special school like you did," Daniel chuckled.

"It was the phrasing. And I tried to defend you. Granted it was unnecessary."

Daniel shook his head and sat down on one of the torn leather chairs Frank kept in the study. Looking forward he noticed the chessboard and smiled looking over to the man.

"How about a game?"

Frank laughed and to his seat across from Daniel. "A game? Doesn't a game always lead to two or three?"

"Set up the pieces," Daniel said as Frank pulled out a wooden bo, pulling out small white and black pieces.


It wasn't past curfew when he arrived. Plenty of children were still lounging around the common areas, there was chatter and laughter. He didn't stay with them though. He moved up the stairs, sighing as he reached the top, turning left and coming face to face with a wooden door. He knocked gently as he could and waited.

Ellie opened the door, smiling and motioning him in.

"You're back. I thought Ms. Green said you'd be in London until tomorrow," Ellie said walking into her room and taking a seat on her bed.

"The appointment ended early. Got back in time for me to have a chat with Frank."

Ellie laughed and raised an eyebrow at him. "Frank the Riddle Murderer. Why is it you like hanging out with a murderer again?"

"He didn't do it. And he's nice."

"He never said a word when you took me to see him."

"He takes a while to warm up to anyone," he paused and shook his head. "Not important. Look, I just wanted to come by and talk to you for a moment."

Ellie rolled her eyes and leaned back on the bed. "I already know. Everyone does. You should know as well as anyone—"

"Walls here are paper-thin," he finished. "How long you known?"

"Since that lady first came by a week ago looking for you."

Daniel looked away scratching the back of his head. He had hoped that she hadn't known. Ellie hadn't made any indication that she had known.

"I'm sorry."

Ellie shrugged and laid back on her bed staring up at the ceiling. "Greg Hornby told me. Said Mrs. Brandons was sending you away because of the trouble you're always getting into with Michael Erin."

"Greg Hornbry's always been an idiot. And so's Michael Erin." Daniel said moving to the bed and sitting down by Ellie's feet. "Look, Ellie, I am gonna be going away, but, I'll visit. I'll be back for holidays, and the summer."

"I know," she said smiling thingly as she sat up. "It's just gonna be awful not having my friend here."

"Least you won't have to go patching me up after run-ins with Michael."

Ellie snorted and shook her head. "Yeah, that might clear up some of my evenings. But, still. I'll miss you."

Patting her leg and standing up he moved to the door, pausing and looking back. "It's not forever. Besides, it's just school."


Kings Cross was rather empty. Professor McGonagall had brought him early. Being as short as he was, he had to look up at nearly every one. He felt rather annoyed but pushed on. He would hit a growth spurt in a few years, was what he told himself.

"Now, here is your ticket," McGonagall said holding out a thin strip of paper. "Now, before you ask, the entrance to Platform Nine and Three Quarters is between platforms nine and ten. Simply all you must do is walk through the stone barrier. Before you object, it is enchanted. You will not crash, simply go through the barrier and to Platform Nine and Three Quarters."

He nodded and took the ticket with a heavy and exciting breath. McGonagall smiled reassuringly at him and continued to walk him to the barrier. There was hardly anyone around, alleviating his nerves a bit. McGonagall patted his back and motioned him to go forth.

Taking a breath, Daniel sped his legs up and pushed forward. The brick wall got closer, he bit the inside of his lip and kept going, his grip on the luggage trolley turning his knuckles white. The front of the trolley reached the wall and Daniels's eyes went wide when it seemed to be swallowed by the brick.

He closed his eyes and allowed his body to follow through feeling a cold shiver fill his body before he felt it pass. New noises and voices filled his ears, people laughing and speaking loudly all around him. He opened his eyes slowly, a creeping smile working onto his face.

The scarlet steam engine, with dozens of passenger cars in tow, stood before him. Wizards with outlandishly colored robes stood around him, they stood with children and spoke to them, giving hugs and ushering them onto the train. Daniel looked around him and his smile faltered a bit wishing Frank could have been there but moved forward.

He took his trunk of the trolley and placed the trolley in the designated area.

Maneuvering through the Hogwarts Express proved more challenging than he had initially thought. Older years seemed to care very little of the younger years, not moving out of their way or offering much in the way of help. But Daniel managed to slug through the cramped halls of the rail cars eventually finding a lone cabin.

He sighed and entered, throwing his trunk onto the rack above his seat. He smiled, nodding before sinking into his seat and let his body relax, though what he would have preferred was to jump up and dance in excitement, he had managed to contain himself, however.

He looked out of the window, to the many smiling and laughing faces of the families below. He frowned a bit, a pang of sadness running through him. It seemed he was not very lucky when it came to families. He hadn't been fortunate to have one before he had been in this world. Then he had woken up in an orphanage again.

More people had begun to arrive, filling the station with happiness and laughter. Jealousy aimed at no one, in particular, was flowing through him again. He shook his head and drew the curtain blocking out the happy scenes instead, shifting his body to the door, at a more achievable goal.

Students laughed and greeted each other happily. They hugged and laughed, running towards each other smiles never leaving their faces. Daniel nodded to himself as he saw that. It was achievable. It was certainly something he could have in this lifetime. Besides, he had Ellie. His confidant and partner in surviving the streets of LIttle Hangelton.

Several students would walk past the cabin, looking in before rushing off, at least the older years did that. The younger years would look in, and observe for a moment as if trying to gage Daniel before shaking their heads and pushing onward in search of a different cabin.

The minutes ticked by and Daniel sat silently. He had fetched a book from his trunk and had settled himself by the window to read. His fingers flipped the yellow pages of the torn book, his eyes scanning the letters, but with every flash of movement he saw in the corners of his eyes, he would look, only to see someone passing on the cabin.

The train rocked and he heard good-bye's being shouted from the window, the outline of waves from the drawn curtains. He sighed again and turned his eyes to his book before he heard clicking from ahead. He snapped his head up and saw the latch turned on the door. Not to mention, the familiar yet unfamiliar sight of round spectacles and a scarred forehead.

He swallowed and sat up as Harry Potter entered the cabin, carrying his heavy trunk.

"H—Hello," Harry said, looking around the cabin as if there might have been some hidden person within. "I, well I was wondering if perhaps I could sit here. Everywhere else is full."

Daniel nodded and motioned for him to come in. "Of course. Come on in. I got plenty of room, as ya' can see."

Harry smiled a bit and dragged in the trunk. Together they managed to get it into the luggage rack, though it left them both a bit red-faced. Sitting down, they took seats opposite one another along the window.

"I'm Harry by the way. Harry Potter," Harry held out his hand and Daniel smiled taking it eagerly.

"Names Daniel Lovage," he took back his hand and leaned into the seat. "So, uh, is all this new to you as well?"

Harry nodded and looked around the cabin as well. "It is. Turns out my parents were wizards though. I had no idea!"

"How?"

"They died when I was young. I grew up with my relatives."

"Sounds fun."

"Not really. What about you?"

Daniel shrugged. "I'm new. My parents might have been wizards I guess, but I never met them."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh well, my parents were," Daniel paused and swallowed nervously and looked around before shaking his head. "I grew up with my aunt. She never married, and well it was lonely growing up."

Being an orphan had always bothered Daniel. As if it was a source of shame for him. A pit that he would never escape. A label that would forever be plastered on his forehead for all to see. Even though Harry was technically an Orphan, he still had plenty of people that would have taken him in, for all of his lives from foster home to foster home, boys home to boys home, it was something that he wished he could cast off. And in this regressed state that he found himself in, a boy of eleven years trying to struggle with the mind of the man inside him, it was a complicated mindset. He was young, yet at the same time, he wasn't. It was a constant battle in his mind to try and find a balance between who he was before and himself now.

He looked back to Harry and was about to speak again but was cut off when the door to the cabin was opened, and a familiar redhead entered the cabin.

"Hi, everywhere else is full. Would you two mind if I..."

"Not at all," Daniel said motioning for the boy to join them.

Ron entered the cabin grinning and took the seat next to him. "I'm Ron by the way. Ron Weasley."

Harry and Daniel introduced themselves and Ron acted how he normally did. Amazed that Harry was who he said he was. Harry and Daniel sat and listened to Ron go on about how he was with the great Harry Potter before the boy managed to gain some semblance of self-control.

Together the three sat as the train approached Hogwarts. Until the door opened once more, and Hermione Granger entered.


AN: Well there you are folks. The first three chapters of the revised story! I hope it's okay, I'm hoping you guys will like it and please leave a review! I'll leave the rest of the story up at the moment but eventually, that's all gonna get scrapped and replaced. Anyway, Merry Christmas everyone and I shall see you all soon! Review! ~Pacco1