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A/N: Hello Boys and Girls, Ladies and Gentlemen, Males and Females, Y Chromosomes and X Chromosomes, Guys and Dolls, Testosterones and Estrogens... I'll shut up now. On with the Story!

Chapter 8; A Toast to the Host who can Boast the Most Roast!

A.K.A. 'The Real Chapter Name is 'All Aboard The Hogwarts Express'. Hey, wasn't that an actual chapter name in the books? Cos' it sounds something like...'

Fist comes out and shuts the Author Up.

"My, my Daxius, you seem to have a new pet everytime you run off! I guess you'd do well in Care of Magical Creatures, hmm? Although that's not in a couple of years..."

Daxius thoughtfully took a sip of Butterbrew, a warm drink that had healing properties. He had been unable to convince the young bartender to let him have a sip of the slightly alcoholic Butterbeer, the more popular of the Butter Brothers Inc. Company.

"It's restricted to third years and above only," replied the bartender gently, but when Daxius protested, he shook his head firmly.

"About as Alcoholic as a sugar rush," muttered Daxius when he sat back with his reasonably more childish looking Butterbrew. It wasn't that bad, though. Whereas the glass chilled his fingers, the drink was warm and seemed to flow through every inch of him, without the feeling of slight drowsiness.

Daxius and Flitwick discussed the entire trial between the talking animals. Flitwick gasped and made exclamations every now and then, taking out his small notebook and writing in it with a murky coloured quill.

"Right," said Flitwick after Daxius finished his tale. "This is an amazing discovery! Not many wizards have this trait you see. We Professors at Hogwarts know only the rudimentary laws of Beast-Speech. Being-languages are easy enough, but very few can talk to Beasts, and thus we usually don't bother to mention it, seeing as how many students would start talking to every animal they see and not concentrate on their studies. I shall give this information to the headmaster, he is good friends with Newton Scamander. Well, look at the time, Daxius you should be going off to bed now!"

The next week was a rather joyful experience for Daxius. Flitwick had gone on to Hogwarts to organize his yearly subjects, bidding farewell to Daxius, Screech and Luck. Therefore Daxius had been able to spend the days quietly wandering around Diagon Alley, where a few students of around his age were doing some late school supply shopping. By Night he practiced wand spells, managing to turn a couple of pieces of paper into sparrows by twirling his wand and intoning 'Avifors' lightly.

On the third day Daxius happened to walk into Eeylops Owl Emporium, absent- mindedly thinking of buying some owl-treats for Screech. He saw a red- headed boy about of about fourteen counting out bronze coins slowly from a patched bag. His girlfriend (who happened also to be red-headed) next to him was looking at the price tags on the owl cages, seeming content looking at the lower-priced animals.

'Hello, friend,' said a voice to Daxius' right. Daxius turned and his jaw dropped.

'Errol?!' he cried incredulously. 'What are YOU doing here?'

'Time to-hooh retire, look for nice master to serve and live-nest with.' replied Errol, looking more ruffled than ever. 'Will miss Hogwarts though...'

About this time the redheaded boy spotted Errol and gave a sigh of joy.

'12 Knuts! That's just enough!' he cried.

He hoisted up the birdcage and brought it over to the counter to purchase. Daxius gave a farewell to Errol as he walked out, thinking it wouldn't be the last he saw of him.

The night before term started Daxius checked he had packed everything. His books were stacked neatly in his trunk, his carpet folded up, his wand polished and his spare clothes arranged neatly. He remembered that he had to pack up Screech and Luck's food when the moon came out from behind a cloud. Daxius looked up at it and felt wave of slight nausea run through him. The feeling soon passed however, and Daxius shook his head and packed away the last few things, walking over to the bed and settling in, falling asleep almost instantly.

The next morning was a nice and peaceful one, Daxius waking up early and slowly taking his trunk and cages downstairs. He let Screech and Luck roam free, warning them not to wander too far and to meet him by 8.30.Transfiguring his trunk smaller by intoning 'Deflatio' and bewitching it feather-light with 'Buustus' he carried on his back a small backpack looking bag towards Kings Cross Station. Screech and Luck were playing a tumbling game of hide-and-seek beside him and many passers-by stopped to stare, thinking the owl was trying to eat the poor kitten. Daxius however, had other things on his mind. Flitwick had given him specific instructions to walk into the wall between platforms 9 and 10, and this puzzled Daxius as he had never heard of a train that you needed a concussion to board.

After watching the platform barrier with some scrutiny Daxius finally decided that it must be a trick wall of some kind. Calling screech to his arm and Luck to his shoulder he walked determinedly into the barrier. When he passed through he was amazed to see a completely different train station at hand. The time was 10.45 as Daxius checked his watch and he boarded the school train (colourfully named the 'Hogwart's Express') and found an empty train compartment towards the end of the train.

Next Chapter, be sure to expect;

The fun-filled train ride!

Bertie Botts horror!

New Friends and Old characters!

The Sorting!

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