[AUTHoRS NOTE!~!~!~~!] Ok I have been going thru some very tough times friends, some people have said some very mean things to me so I am kind of down in the dumps! I was so sad I thought maybe I would never ever write again! But like the phoenix I rise from the ashes of your scorn and mean things you said! Anyways, please be nice to me okay because I am sad so please don't hurt my feelings because I am very sensitive. ^____^ I think this chapter was inspired mostly by Linkin Park's beautiful and moving and profound songs that have helped me through some hard places because only they describe how I truly feel and the depths of pain in my dark soul. ^____^

[DOUBLE DISCLAIMER!] I do not own Jesus (or any part of the associated "Bible" fandom)! Nor do I claim to own any part of the Harry Potter world! These books belong to their authors (GOD and J.K. Rowling) and I am not trying to steal from them! Thanks guys! ^__^

[PS!] Those of you who think Jesus never lost his temper are advised to read Mark more thoroughly!

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Jesus sprang out of bed before the sun had fully risen. He was queasy with excitement. Somehow the fascinating spell books and school supplies purchased yesterday had migrated to every corner of his room, and even with his head start he was late to breakfast. The morning passed in a blur, and before Jesus knew it he was helping two stern-faced wizards heave his hastily-packed trunk into the boot of a sleek purple car. Despite her promise, Jocasta was nowhere to be seen, and the journey to King's Cross was spent in an uncomfortable silence. Jesus was relieved when they reached the station.

Jocasta was waiting for him in front of the platforms, bouncing up and down on her heels.

"Ah, Jesus! So sorry I missed you at the Leaky Cauldron, I was, er, called away. Well, let's go!" She seized Jesus by the shoulder and towed him through the crowd to a barrier.

Jesus stared at it, bewildered. "Jocasta, what --"

"Just run straight at it, and close your eyes. Don't worry, that's the most important part! Now go! No one's looking!"

Nervous but trusting, Jesus obeyed. To his astonishment, he didn't crash. He opened his eyes and stared about him in amazement. A scarlet train was sitting before him, puffing smoke, and a crowd of excited young people and was milling about, clutching all sorts of strange things. Owls hooted, cats yowled, and children shouted. Jocasta appeared beside Jesus, beaming, and led him to the train.

Jesus glanced about nervously. It seemed to him that quite a few people in the crowd were pointing at the two of them and whispering, but this was probably just because of Jocasta's hat. A family of red-headed witches and wizards was standing on the platform, arguing loudly. The youngest boy had a smudge on his nose. Jesus didn't have time to notice much more before he was shoved onto the train. Jocasta helped him stow his trunk, called a quick goodbye and was off, sprinting down the aisle, through the crowds, and out of sight. Jesus shook his head and trudged on through the train, searching for an empty compartment.

He had no sooner settled himself at the very back of the train than the red-haired boy with the smudged noise poked his head in the door.

"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else's full," the boy said.

Jesus nodded. "Sure."

The boy sat down across from him and looked out the window. The train hadn't left yet and the crowd on the platform was still thick.

"My name's Jesus, by the way," Jesus said.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Ron. You don't sound like you're from here," Ron said, squinting at Jesus.

"No, I'm from, er, Egypt."

"Wow," Ron said, looking a bit more impressed. "My brother works there. Ever been in a pyramid?"

"Oh, no. No-one but the nobles are allowed in there."

"The whats?" Ron asked blankly.

Fortunately for Jesus, Ron was distracted by the howl of the train's whistle. They were off! The town peeled away behind them and soon the countryside was rushing past. A witch with a tray of delicious-looking food stopped.

"Anything off the cart, dears?"

Ron, who was unwrapping a packet of sandwiches, shook his head. Jesus frowned at him.

"I'll take some of everything, please," he said, handing the smiling witch several coins from the money purse Hagrid had given him.

Ron eyed the pile of candy and pasties Jesus was spreading out over the bench. "Hungry, are you?"

"Starving. Want anything?"

"Oh no, I've got these--"

"Go on, take some, look, there's all kinds --"

The sandwiches ended up sitting in a corner, forgotten, as Jesus and Ron began to work their way through the wizard candies. As Ron was showing Jesus the strange moving portrait on a Chocolate Frog card, there came a loud knock at the door and a red-headed boy who looked very much like Ron leaned in.

"Hey Ron, Lee Jordan's got an iguana! Come and look!"

"No thanks, I don't really like lizards."

"See you later then!"

The door banged shut and Ron returned to unwrapping Chocolate Frogs. He looked slightly green.

"You okay?" Jesus asked.

"Yeah, fine. It's just that lizards give me the willies."

Lizards. Lizards! The words of Jocasta came back to him. "You don't mean your brother's friend is a… a Crocodile-Worshipper?"

"What? No, he's got an iguana. Iguanas are big lizard things some people keep as pets. They don't have those in Egypt?"

"They don't have much in Egypt. Who's this?" Jesus asked, picking up a Chocolate Frog card at random, eager to distract Ron.

Ron glanced at the card. "Oh, that's just Enoch. I've got about six of him. You keep it, add it to your collection."

Jesus tossed the card onto the pile he'd already gathered and turned his attention to a bag of Every Flavor Beans.

Suddenly the door banged open again. The pale boy from Madam Malkin's was standing there, sneering at Ron and Jesus.

"What's this? How'd you pay for all that, Weasley?" Ron flushed, but the boy had already turned to Jesus. "You again! I liked you, so here's a bit of advice. You don't want to fall in with the wrong crowd at Hogwarts." He jerked his head at Ron. "I can help you there. My name's Draco Malfoy."

Jesus ignored his outstretched hand. "I think I can tell who's the wrong crowd, thanks."

Malfoy flushed. "And just who do you think you are, anyways?"

"I am Jesus, son of Joseph the Carpenter."

Malfoy's eyes widened and he took a step backwards. "I think you'll find you've made a dangerous enemy, Jesus," he snarled. And with that he whirled on his heel and stalked out, slamming the door so hard the glass shook.

Ron had forgotten the insult and was goggling at Jesus.

"What?" Jesus snapped.

"Are you really Jesus? The Jesus?"

"I told you I was, didn't I?"

"You didn't tell me you were THE Jesus!"

Jesus shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean, 'the' Jesus?"

"You know, divine powers, snake charmer, all that?"

"Well, I don't know about divine powers, but once a peddler brought a snake from the wilds and I taught it to sing the--"

"Wow, you ARE Jesus!"

Jesus shrugged. "I guess so." He picked up a pale orange Every Flavor Bean and eyed it carefully. "What flavor is this?"

Ron frowned. "Looks like pumpkin, should be safe."

Jesus bit into the bean and spat it out immediately. "Blauugh! Vinegar!"

Ron gave a roar of laughter and returned to picking through the Every Flavor Beans.

The rest of the trip passed smoothly. The sky outside was growing dim when a very bossy-looking girl with bushy hair barged into their compartment, dragging a round and tearful boy behind her.

"Have you seen a toad? Neville's lost his," she snapped, displaying very prominent front teeth.

"No," Ron said sulkily.

"You aren't even wearing your regulation school robes yet! We're almost there, you know. I hope you won't give all us first years a bad name on the first day." With a pointed look at Jesus, who was wearing robes as white as the fallen snow, she marched back into the corridor.

"She's right, we'd better get dressed. God, I hope I'm not in the same House as her!"

Jesus winced, but said nothing as he shrugged into his black Hogwarts robes.

*

All too soon, the train squealed to a halt and the nervous first years were herded out onto the platform. Hagrid was waiting for them. He winked at Jesus. "Good to see yer, Jesus! Firs' Years, Firs' Years! Everyone here? Good, foller me. We're goin' to cross th' lake in these boats."

The first years eyed the flotilla of bobbing rowboats fearfully. "Why can't we go in the carriages?" the bossy girl demanded shrilly.

"Tradition! Let's go, no complainin'!"

The journey across the lake was not as awful as Jesus had expected, but it was with relief that he stepped out onto the opposite shore. A severe-looking witch with her hair in a tight bun was waiting for them.

"Follow me! This way, please!"

She led them into a hall and told them to wait. Then she stalked away, leaving the first years to tremble and swap rumors. The bossy girl insisted they had to break some sort of enchantment and was rapidly listing the spells she'd learned.

"Fred and George told me you have to fight some kind of monster," Ron whispered.

Jesus groaned. Why hadn't he looked those spell books over more carefully last night?

The heavy door creaked open and the stern witch waved to them. "File in singly and take a seat!" she ordered.

Jesus shivered in nervous anticipation as he headed for the door.