Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or locations anything else
created by J.K. Rowling. I am working on my Hermione clone though, this I
will keep in my closet at my dorm.
Reboot
Chapter four
By: Lordanhur
Harry sat looking out the window in his room, absently stroking his owl Hedwig. "You know Hedwig, the more I think about it I need to be careful." Hedwig looked inquisitive, well that's what Harry believed. "Its like Ron told me, sometimes you have to loose a piece to win." Hedwig just blinks at Harry. "I have already changed a few things, minor yes but still, what if convincing the Dursleys to let me go had bigger effects. What if Hagrid had bought you the first time because he felt sorry for me? I might not have gotten you." 'I just need to be careful.'
Harry got up off the bed, he knew he had to ask the Dursleys to take him to Kings Cross tomorrow. When Harry got to the kitchen he saw the all of the Dursleys sitting around the table eating. He quickly ate the meager meal that was left on the table. After he was done he decided it was time to talk about tomorrow. "Uncle Vernon?"
He grunted to show that he was listening.
"I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to go to Hogwarts."
Uncle Vernon grunted again.
"Would it be all right if you gave me a ride."
Grunt. Harry supposed that meant yes.
"Thank you" Harry was about to go upstairs when Uncle Vernon spoke up.
"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all have punctures, have they." Harry did not answer. "Where is this school anyway?"
"Somewhere up north I think." Harry said, 'oh no he's not going to take me. I forgot they took me to Kings Cross, only because they were taking Dudley to the hospital.' Harry's mind was working as fast as possible replaying what happened to him so six years ago. 'Maybe this will work.' "All I know is that I am to take a train out of platform Nine and three- quarters, out of Kings Cross."
"Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle Vernon. "There's no platform nine and three."
"That's what it says on my ticket." Harry shoot back, 'come on take the bait,' he thought.
"Barking," said Uncle Vernon, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross." Harry grinned as he walked up the stairs to his room.
The next day.
Harry was nervous as he was driven to the train station at Kings Cross, by his Uncle Vernon. 'I need to remember that I don't know them, I need to build up the friendships from the ground up.'
"Here we are." Uncle Vernon told him as he pulled into the parking lot at the station. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry's trunk on the cart and wheeled it into the station, with a wicked grin on his face. "Well there you are boy. Platform nine and platform ten, your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?" Harry remembered the first time he was here looking for the barrier; he was worried that he would not find platform nine and three quarters.
"Have a good term." Said Uncle Vernon as he walked off, with an even nastier smile on his face. Once his Uncle was out of sight Harry moved to the barrier between platforms nine and ten and walked through.
No matter how many times he saw that scarlet steam engine, he spirits always seemed to be raised a notch. Harry quickly walked to what he considered his carriage; it was the one he usually sat in near the back of the train. With a quick spell he lifted his trunk into place, and he sat down. After about 15 minuets he saw the Weasleys saying their goodbyes on the platform. 'Wow look at them all smiling, they are still carefree and I plan on keeping it that way.' Not for the first time Harry wished that he could make everything right.
"Anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full." A voice pulls Harry out of his thoughts. Harry looked up at the face of the 11 year old face of his best friend Ron.
"No, go ahead and sit down." Harry said with a smile.
"Is this your first year too?" Ron asked.
"Yes, my name is Harry, What's your?"
"Ron Weasley." Ron took a good look at Harry, his eyes went as large as dinner plates when he saw the scar on Harry's forehead. "Holy Cricket, your Harry Potter." Ron blurted out.
"Yes."
"So that's where You-Know-Who ---?" Ron asked while indicating the scar.
"Yes," Harry said, "but I don't remember it."
"Nothing?" Said Ron eagerly.
"Well...a lot of green light, but that's it." Harry said hoping to end the subject.
"Wow," said Ron. He sat an stared are Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out the window. There were a few minutes of painful silence, Harry realized he had to pretend he knew nothing about Ron and ask some questions.
"Are all your family wizards?" he asked
"Er... yes I think so," said Ron. "I think mom has a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him. I heard you live with muggles, what are they like?"
"Horrible...well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I had a few wizard brothers." Harry said.
"Well I have five brothers." Ron looked gloomy, and Harry knew exactly why he did. Ron feels that he needs to live up to his family expectation. "I am this sixth son in the family to come to Hogwarts; it's a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left...Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a perfect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they are really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, its no big deal, because they did it first. I never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I mean I got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old pet. We just cant aff...I mean its just that its better to reuse things." Ron's ears went pink; he seemed to think he had said too much.
Harry knew all this, and he had already decided to help the family out a little. He knew that the Weasley's would not accept money if he just offered it, but Harry planed on forcing them to take it. Shortly after his trip to Diagon Alley, he had sent a letter to his family's lawyer, he had gotten the name while he was at Gringotts, and had him set some things in action. Harry knew exactly what to do to get them to accept this money. Ron pulling something out of his pocket pulled Harry's attention from his musings.
Wormtail. Harry had to stop himself from jumping across and ripping his head off. Harry quickly calmed himself, 'I will get him but not yet. I need to have patience.' Ron did not notice the clenched fists or the extreme hatred in Harry's eyes, before they were gone.
"His name is Scabbers and he is useless, hardly ever wakes up. He was Percy's but when Percy made perfect dad got him an owl. So like everything else I got a used rat." Ron seemed to cheer up, when Harry told him about his life with the Dursleys. Harry told him about how he had to wear Dudley's old things, and how he never had a proper birthday gift. After that they both fell into a comfortable silence. The train ride went exactly like he remembered, about 12:30 the snack cart came by and Harry bought food for both of them. Harry sat there looking at the picture of Dumbledore, the frog card, he still has not decided if he should tell him about the wish. (A/N: Taking a vote please tell me what you think.)
There was a knock on the door and a tearful Neville looked in. "Sorry but have you seen a toad at all?" When they shook their heads he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me."
"Don't worry he will turn up." Harry said
"Yes...well if you see him." Neville said as he walked out to look somewhere else.
"Don't know why he's so bothered," Ron said. "If I brought a toad I would lose it as quickly as possible. Mind you I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk. I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but it didn't work. I'll show you..." Ron searched in his trunk and pulled his battered wand out.
Just then the door opened and Harry saw her. "Hermione." Harry whispered so quietly that no one heard it. She was standing in the door looking in; she was already wearing her uniform. Harry was having trouble controlling himself, he wanted nothing else but to jump up and hug her. She stood there with her rather large front teeth, and her bushy brown hair. Harry realized she was beautiful, he could not think of his life without her.
Harrys mind returned to the present when he heard her voice ask. "Oh, are you doing magic? Lets see it then."
Harry tried not to laugh as Ron tried to turn Wormtail Yellow, a color that he should be since he was such a coward. And then he heard music, not really but hearing Hermione babble. When she was done, Ron introduced himself. "I'm Ron Weasley"
"Harry Potter"
"Are you really? I know all about you, of course --- I got some extra books for background reading..."
'Well I know all about you too Mione.' Harry thought as she spoke. When she was done naming books he was in he spoke again. "So I have been told once or twice." And off she went talking quickly about houses, 'I never really thought about this before but she is very nervous about going to Hogwarts.' Harry knew how to read her, and he saw she was scared to death. She then got up and left in search of Neville's Toad.
"What ever house she is in I hope I am not." Ron said
"Oh come on Ron she seemed nice."
"But she talked non-stop."
"She's just nervous." With that Harry looked out the window. After that the train ride was just as Harry remembered, a visit from Draco and then arriving at Hogsmead.
Next: The Sorting
A/N: Schools starting so I hope to be posting a chapter every other week. I have other fics I am working on so it all depends on the voices. This one took longer because of a new xmen fic I started on.
Reboot
Chapter four
By: Lordanhur
Harry sat looking out the window in his room, absently stroking his owl Hedwig. "You know Hedwig, the more I think about it I need to be careful." Hedwig looked inquisitive, well that's what Harry believed. "Its like Ron told me, sometimes you have to loose a piece to win." Hedwig just blinks at Harry. "I have already changed a few things, minor yes but still, what if convincing the Dursleys to let me go had bigger effects. What if Hagrid had bought you the first time because he felt sorry for me? I might not have gotten you." 'I just need to be careful.'
Harry got up off the bed, he knew he had to ask the Dursleys to take him to Kings Cross tomorrow. When Harry got to the kitchen he saw the all of the Dursleys sitting around the table eating. He quickly ate the meager meal that was left on the table. After he was done he decided it was time to talk about tomorrow. "Uncle Vernon?"
He grunted to show that he was listening.
"I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to go to Hogwarts."
Uncle Vernon grunted again.
"Would it be all right if you gave me a ride."
Grunt. Harry supposed that meant yes.
"Thank you" Harry was about to go upstairs when Uncle Vernon spoke up.
"Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all have punctures, have they." Harry did not answer. "Where is this school anyway?"
"Somewhere up north I think." Harry said, 'oh no he's not going to take me. I forgot they took me to Kings Cross, only because they were taking Dudley to the hospital.' Harry's mind was working as fast as possible replaying what happened to him so six years ago. 'Maybe this will work.' "All I know is that I am to take a train out of platform Nine and three- quarters, out of Kings Cross."
"Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle Vernon. "There's no platform nine and three."
"That's what it says on my ticket." Harry shoot back, 'come on take the bait,' he thought.
"Barking," said Uncle Vernon, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross." Harry grinned as he walked up the stairs to his room.
The next day.
Harry was nervous as he was driven to the train station at Kings Cross, by his Uncle Vernon. 'I need to remember that I don't know them, I need to build up the friendships from the ground up.'
"Here we are." Uncle Vernon told him as he pulled into the parking lot at the station. Uncle Vernon dumped Harry's trunk on the cart and wheeled it into the station, with a wicked grin on his face. "Well there you are boy. Platform nine and platform ten, your platform should be somewhere in the middle, but they don't seem to have built it yet, do they?" Harry remembered the first time he was here looking for the barrier; he was worried that he would not find platform nine and three quarters.
"Have a good term." Said Uncle Vernon as he walked off, with an even nastier smile on his face. Once his Uncle was out of sight Harry moved to the barrier between platforms nine and ten and walked through.
No matter how many times he saw that scarlet steam engine, he spirits always seemed to be raised a notch. Harry quickly walked to what he considered his carriage; it was the one he usually sat in near the back of the train. With a quick spell he lifted his trunk into place, and he sat down. After about 15 minuets he saw the Weasleys saying their goodbyes on the platform. 'Wow look at them all smiling, they are still carefree and I plan on keeping it that way.' Not for the first time Harry wished that he could make everything right.
"Anyone sitting here? Everywhere else is full." A voice pulls Harry out of his thoughts. Harry looked up at the face of the 11 year old face of his best friend Ron.
"No, go ahead and sit down." Harry said with a smile.
"Is this your first year too?" Ron asked.
"Yes, my name is Harry, What's your?"
"Ron Weasley." Ron took a good look at Harry, his eyes went as large as dinner plates when he saw the scar on Harry's forehead. "Holy Cricket, your Harry Potter." Ron blurted out.
"Yes."
"So that's where You-Know-Who ---?" Ron asked while indicating the scar.
"Yes," Harry said, "but I don't remember it."
"Nothing?" Said Ron eagerly.
"Well...a lot of green light, but that's it." Harry said hoping to end the subject.
"Wow," said Ron. He sat an stared are Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out the window. There were a few minutes of painful silence, Harry realized he had to pretend he knew nothing about Ron and ask some questions.
"Are all your family wizards?" he asked
"Er... yes I think so," said Ron. "I think mom has a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him. I heard you live with muggles, what are they like?"
"Horrible...well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I had a few wizard brothers." Harry said.
"Well I have five brothers." Ron looked gloomy, and Harry knew exactly why he did. Ron feels that he needs to live up to his family expectation. "I am this sixth son in the family to come to Hogwarts; it's a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left...Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a perfect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they are really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, its no big deal, because they did it first. I never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I mean I got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old pet. We just cant aff...I mean its just that its better to reuse things." Ron's ears went pink; he seemed to think he had said too much.
Harry knew all this, and he had already decided to help the family out a little. He knew that the Weasley's would not accept money if he just offered it, but Harry planed on forcing them to take it. Shortly after his trip to Diagon Alley, he had sent a letter to his family's lawyer, he had gotten the name while he was at Gringotts, and had him set some things in action. Harry knew exactly what to do to get them to accept this money. Ron pulling something out of his pocket pulled Harry's attention from his musings.
Wormtail. Harry had to stop himself from jumping across and ripping his head off. Harry quickly calmed himself, 'I will get him but not yet. I need to have patience.' Ron did not notice the clenched fists or the extreme hatred in Harry's eyes, before they were gone.
"His name is Scabbers and he is useless, hardly ever wakes up. He was Percy's but when Percy made perfect dad got him an owl. So like everything else I got a used rat." Ron seemed to cheer up, when Harry told him about his life with the Dursleys. Harry told him about how he had to wear Dudley's old things, and how he never had a proper birthday gift. After that they both fell into a comfortable silence. The train ride went exactly like he remembered, about 12:30 the snack cart came by and Harry bought food for both of them. Harry sat there looking at the picture of Dumbledore, the frog card, he still has not decided if he should tell him about the wish. (A/N: Taking a vote please tell me what you think.)
There was a knock on the door and a tearful Neville looked in. "Sorry but have you seen a toad at all?" When they shook their heads he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me."
"Don't worry he will turn up." Harry said
"Yes...well if you see him." Neville said as he walked out to look somewhere else.
"Don't know why he's so bothered," Ron said. "If I brought a toad I would lose it as quickly as possible. Mind you I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk. I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but it didn't work. I'll show you..." Ron searched in his trunk and pulled his battered wand out.
Just then the door opened and Harry saw her. "Hermione." Harry whispered so quietly that no one heard it. She was standing in the door looking in; she was already wearing her uniform. Harry was having trouble controlling himself, he wanted nothing else but to jump up and hug her. She stood there with her rather large front teeth, and her bushy brown hair. Harry realized she was beautiful, he could not think of his life without her.
Harrys mind returned to the present when he heard her voice ask. "Oh, are you doing magic? Lets see it then."
Harry tried not to laugh as Ron tried to turn Wormtail Yellow, a color that he should be since he was such a coward. And then he heard music, not really but hearing Hermione babble. When she was done, Ron introduced himself. "I'm Ron Weasley"
"Harry Potter"
"Are you really? I know all about you, of course --- I got some extra books for background reading..."
'Well I know all about you too Mione.' Harry thought as she spoke. When she was done naming books he was in he spoke again. "So I have been told once or twice." And off she went talking quickly about houses, 'I never really thought about this before but she is very nervous about going to Hogwarts.' Harry knew how to read her, and he saw she was scared to death. She then got up and left in search of Neville's Toad.
"What ever house she is in I hope I am not." Ron said
"Oh come on Ron she seemed nice."
"But she talked non-stop."
"She's just nervous." With that Harry looked out the window. After that the train ride was just as Harry remembered, a visit from Draco and then arriving at Hogsmead.
Next: The Sorting
A/N: Schools starting so I hope to be posting a chapter every other week. I have other fics I am working on so it all depends on the voices. This one took longer because of a new xmen fic I started on.