A/N: What's up guys. I hope you enjoyed the last chapter. As a bit of an explanation I took down all the old chapters and replaced them with updated versions before I uploaded chapter 5. If you didn't go back and reread them don't worry. The plot and most of the details remained the same. In any case for those of you who reviewed, thank you. I really appreciate reviews of my writing, I can always improve. For those of you who didn't please consider leaving a review. As always, I am not JK Rowling and most everything within is not my intellectual property. Thanks to all my readers and enjoy the next chapter. Happy Hunting, Fenris.

Chapter 6: Old Friends and New Plans

Platform 9 ¾, Kings Cross Station, England

Steam from an old marron and gold locomotive floated over the platform, concealing the magical entrance from view for a moment. When it cleared, there was a family of three standing there. It had been extremely easy for Harry and the Gunderson's to get onto the platform, although they did have to dodge a rather large family of red heads, Kyle identified them as the Weasley's, who were talking quite loudly of the magical world. Strange but then again Aunt Cara always said that magicals had no common sense. Since they had arrived back in England a week ago, Harry and Kyle had been very careful to conceal his identity, so as to avoid large crowds, well-wishers, admirers, and those who would take advantage of his presence. It hadn't been easy, especially in Diagon Alley, but for the most part they had been able to keep to themselves from drawing attention. But it didn't matter now. In a few hours he would be at Hogwarts and then Professor McGonagall; he had meet her a few days ago, would announce his presence to the entire school. But if he was honest, Harry wasn't thinking about that. As a matter of fact, Harry wasn't really thinking about much at all. Instead he was generally excited and eager to get to the library that Kyle had told him of in order to continue to expand his knowledge of magic. A hand on his shoulder shook him from his thoughts.

'You ready?'

Harry turned and grinned at his Uncle. 'I was born ready.'

Kyle and Cara laughed. 'Well someone is clearly eager.'

'How can I not be. I'm going to school to learn magic for crying out loud!'

His Aunt and Uncle laughed again. 'True enough kiddo. Say goodbye to your Aunt and let's get your stuff on the train.'

Aunt Cara knelt and pulled Harry into a hug, which he returned. 'Now you behave yourself, I know Kyle has been telling stories about your father and the Marauders again.'

She looked sternly at Kyle who whistled innocently, making Harry laugh at their antics.

'I will. And I promise to write at least once a week.'

Kyle cleared his throat. 'Yeah about that.' He handed a small mirror to Harry. It was about five inches long and two or three inches wide with a bronze border and a clear polish on the mirror. Harry looked at him in confusion.

'Your father and I designed these with your mothers help. It's a communication mirror or comm for short. Just say my name and my mirror will buzz, allowing us to see you and talk to you whenever we want. Think of it like a magical cellphone.'

'That's awesome!'

'Yup, now come on. The train will be leaving soon.'

With one last hug for Aunt Cara, Harry and Kyle boarded the train. Harry led the way to the back until he found one of the last empty compartments. He and Kyle quickly stowed his trunk. Then Kyle knelt in front of him.

'Listen Harry. With the comms I can always be in touch, but I want you to keep a clear head. I've already warned you about Snape and his animosity but there are others who will not be happy with your presence. So, keep your head up and eyes on a swivel, got it?'

Harry nodded sharply. 'Got it.'

'Good. Remember kiddo, you are a warrior, a fighter, a survivor. Don't take any shit from anyone, give respect to the people who deserve or earn it, and if they don't then respect the position if not the person. Keep up your training. Remember it's the temporary pain of discipline…'

'Or the permanent pain of regret, Choose wisely. I promise to remember Kyle.'

'That's my boy. Now go take names and kick ass.'

Harry snapped to attention and gave Kyle a mock salute. 'Sir yes Sir!'

Kyle stood and ruffled his hair. 'Cheeky little bastard, aren't you?'

Harry grinned. 'I did learn from the best.'

Kyle laughed and gave him one last hug. 'Stay safe kiddo and call us tonight after the feast.'

'Will do.'

With that Kyle left, leaving Harry alone in the compartment.

o00O00o

Kyle stepped back onto the platform and walked to his wife. He wrapped his arm around her and turned back to watch as the train began to pull out of the station. Together they watched and waved as their nephew waved to them before turning to face his new adventure. Caroline rested her head on his shoulder as they both stood still, watching until the train disappeared. Kyle took her hand.

'Come on.'

'Where are we going?'

'We are going to see an old wolf for a long over due visit.'

They disappeared without a sound.

o00O00o

Harry sat on the bench with his legs crossed and his eyes closed. Slowly, and with a great deal less concentration than he used to, he pushed his magic into various parts of his body. Kyle had often taught him like this, guiding him in how to enhance his body and his mind with his magic. In the end it taught him two things. One, how to use his magic to enhance his person to much higher abilities than should have been possible, for his age at least. And two, it taught him how to open up his body to his magic, allowing it to take shape with little trouble, and giving him a much greater degree of control. Kyle had begun to teach him Old Norse spells once he had managed to grasp the second principle. However, they had only begun recently, and Harry had yet to succeed with a simple spell that would create a nice breeze. He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of the door sliding open. He spoke without opening his eyes.

'Please, come in.'

A pause. Then shuffling footsteps and the sound of a dragging trunk entered the compartment before the sound of the door closing. This was followed by some heavy breathing and grunting, which Harry assumed was the new occupant stowing their trunk, before he heard a sigh and the sound of a body flopping onto the opposite bench.

'May I ask your name?'

'I'm Neville Longbottom. And you are?'

Harry opened his bright emerald eyes to see a plump, round-faced boy sitting across from him. He smiled.

'Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you brother.'

o00O00o

In the middle of England, where farms and woods were plentiful, far out in the country, a couple appeared on the doorstep of a small cottage that lay on the edge of a large wood. The man knocked on the door, took a step back and waited. After a moment the door opened to reveal a tall, sandy haired man, who was quite pale and had a rather worn look on his face. A look which quickly turned to surprise.

'Chaos?'

'Good to see you too Moony. Come on, we have a lot to talk about.'

o00O00o

Neville sucked in a breath. The boy sitting across from him didn't look like the books described. He had long black hair with bangs that covered his forehead while the rest was pulled into a Viking style ponytail in the back. He did have bright emerald eyes, but he didn't wear glasses, and he seemed practically ripped compared to Neville.

'It may be rude, but are you really?'

Harry smiled indulgently and pulled back his bangs, revealing the famous scar on his brow.

'Yes, I am. And are you really Neville Longbottom, son of Frank and Alice?'

Neville dropped his eyes and hung his head.

'Yeah. I've never known them though. They were driven insane by Death Eaters only a few days after what happened to your family. They are in the long-term ward at Mungo's Hospital.'

Harry appreciated the tact that Neville used in speaking about the death of his parents. Then Neville perked up.

'You called me brother. Why?'

'Because you are. According to my Uncle your dad and mine were as close as brothers and that had they lived we would have grown up as basically the same.'

Neville looked at him in awe.

'Really? Blimey, brothers and allies with Harry Potter. Who would have thought that would happen to me?'

'What do you mean by that?'

Neville flushed and kicked his feet.

'I'm… well… I'm not very magical. It took forever for me to any accidental magic see. It wasn't until Uncle Algie held me out a window that it happened. I was scared out of my mind and my Gran came and yelled at him and he dropped me. Luckily, I just bounced down and rolled into the yard. Gran was right chuffed she was.'

Harry was looking at him with his mouth open in shock. He shook his head.

'So, let me get this straight. Your Uncle held you out of a freaking window in an attempt to get you to display magic! And when our Gran yelled, he dropped you! He's lucky that your magic kicked in cause he would have been in some serious trouble for killing the heir of an Ancient and Noble house.'

Neville paled.

'Yeah. It was really lucky. In any case what about you? Where have you been?'

'My dad's adopted brother, my uncle, saved me from my mother's sister. They were…. not kind to me. So, Kyle took me back to the States with him and I've been with him and Aunt Cara the last couple of years. It's been awesome. He's taught me loads of stuff.'

'You've been living in the States. Blimey! What's it like over there.'

Harry grinned and began to describe his home back in West Virginia.

o00O00o

Kyle and Caroline followed Remus into his home. After Kyle made some quick introductions Remus spoke.

'Look Kyle it's good to see you but, why are you here?'

'Harry is on his way to Hogwarts and I don't trust Dumbledore. So, I'm getting the gang back together so to speak.'

Remus smiled wistfully. But it quickly dropped.

'Even if you could, what do you want with an old wolf like me? Besides I'm all that's left. Peter is dead, Sirius is in Azkaban, and ….'

Kyle interrupted him.

'WHAT! What do you mean Sirius is in Azkaban!?'

Remus looked at him in shock.

'Have you been living under a rock Kyle? He betrayed us. He betrayed James and Lily to Voldemort. After they died, he went after Peter and blew him up along with twelve muggles. All that was left of Peter was his finger. When the Aurors got to Sirius he was mumbling about how it was all his fault. They sent him to Azkaban the next day.'

'Did none of you read James and Lily's wills!?'

'The wills were sealed the day after they died by Dumbledore.'

Kyle's roar of rage shook the house.

o00O00o

Harry stopped talking and stiffened when he felt a tingle go down his spine.

'Harry? What is it?'

'My uncle is mad about something. And trust me, you don't want to see him when he's really mad.'

'For some reason I believe it.'

Harry went to continue their previous conversation when the door to the compartment slammed open. Standing in the doorway was the blonde boy from the robes shop, flanked by two hulking brutes.

'Word is that Harry Potter is sitting in here. Is that true?'

Harry stood gracefully.

'I am Harry Potter. And you are?'

'Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.'

He attempted to sound smooth and cool, but Harry inwardly grinned at his childishness while Neville chuckled quietly. Draco turned to Neville.

'Oh. Think my name is funny, do you? There's no need to ask who you are. My father has told me about the squib Neville Longbottom.'

Harry's eyes darkened as he scowled.

'I do not take kindly to my brother and ally being insulted. I suggest you apologize.'

'Look Potter, there are certain kinds of people that you don't want to …. mingle with. I can help you with that and with choosing your friends.'

The blond boy held out his hand with a triumphant smirk on his face. Harry stepped forward with a predatory grin. Reaching out he took the boys hand and shook it, putting all the force he could muster into the hand shake. It seemed as though he was much stronger than Malfoy, seeing as how the blond got even paler and gritted his teeth in pain.

'Well Heir Malfoy. The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter will certainly consider the Noble House of Malfoy's offer. Please leave us. I will need time to consider this.'

As he spoke, he let go of Malfoy and stepped back. Malfoy paled even further at Harry's formal tone and glared at the clear dismissal of a inferior. He bowed shortly.

'Of course, Heir Potter. Heir Longbottom. Good day.'

Malfoy quickly retreated with his cronies. As the door shut once more, Harry dropped back onto his bench with a satisfied smile. Neville looked at him in shock before whooping with joy.

'Blimey Harry! I've never seen Malfoy smacked down that hard!'

Harry laughed.

'The best part was that it was done in such a diplomatic fashion. There is no way he can retaliate.'

The two boys laughed once more before they were once again interrupted by the door slamming open.

o00O00o

Caroline placed a hand on the shoulder of the enraged Marine.

'Kyle, calm down. We need to find out what's going on so we can fix it.'

Kyle took a deep breath and settled himself. There was still steel in his eyes, but he was once again in control. He turned back to his friend.

'Remus tell me everything.'

So, he did. Remus told them about how the Potters had been killed, Harry disappeared, the wills were sealed, Alice and Frank tortured to insanity, Sirius' capture and imprisonment, his request to see Harry and Dumbledore's refusal.

'He said Harry was safe, under blood wards and that it would be better if I didn't. I should have ignored him, but I was lost in my grief. It wasn't until a few years later that I began searching for him but by then it was too late. He was well hidden, and the trail had gone cold long before I began.'

'Dumbledore put him with Petunia, Remus.'

This time it was the werewolf who was roaring in rage.

'HE DID WHAT!?'

'He put up blood wards alright, but he left Harry with Petunia and Vernon. They essentially tortured him, beat him, and made him a slave. Three years ago, he took a standardized non-magical test that the government makes all kids take. (A/N: I'm not sure if England actually has anything like this but for the purpose of this story it is the most reasonable explanation for Kyle's retrieval of Harry.) Harry had genius level scores and they were recorded by the non-magical government and their agencies. Its standard procedure. My wife, Caroline, saw his name, recognized it as one I had asked her to keep an eye out for and told me. We went and rescued him, and he's been living with us in the States since. But now he is on his way to Hogwarts.'

'I'm sorry that happened to him and I'm glad that you saved him but what does this have to do with Sirius?'

Kyle leaned forward.

'James and Lily told me before I left. Sirius wasn't the secret keeper. Peter was. Sirius was the decoy. One that worked all too well.'

Remus hung his head and covered his face with his hands.

'I spent a decade hating one friend and believing another to be dead when in truth I was all wrong. What are we going to do?'

Kyle's smile was predatory.

'We're going to unseal the wills, rescue Sirius, and cause a lot of chaos.'

What's up guys. I hope you enjoyed the chapter. The next chapter will be a continuation of this one and cover Harry's sorting. I plan on dropping new chapters every Saturday or once every other Saturday, but I haven't decided yet so be on the lookout for new chapters. On another note head over and check out the trial chapters of my new fic Stranger in a Strange Land. Let me know what you think as that will be my next project following the completion of part 1 of this one. As always please leave a review as constructive criticism, speculation, and comments is always appreciated. Catch you later and happy hunting.

Fenris