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Chapter Three: Reaching Hogwarts

"Talking"

Thinking - Emphasized word - Spells

"Demonic/Godly/Cosmic Entity Speech" - Incantations

He was sitting in the cabin he chose after entering the train, finally able to freely talk to his mom. They were animatedly talking about Charms class and Professor Flitwick, when the door was flung open, and his mother put his thoughts to words when she muttered a "Rude" at the interference.

"Hey, can I…" the boy would have said more, but as his eyes finally fell on him, he stuttered an apology, shut the door and left. Harry turned to his mother, amusement clear in his eyes, and shrugged before continuing their talk.

It was some minutes later when the door opened again, and with an aggravated sigh he turned his attention from his conversation with his mother to the door. "I'm sorry, but have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost his."

"At least she apologised…" His mother offered, and Harry smirked in her direction before turning his attention to the young girl at the door. She had light brown hair, brown eyes that seemed to shine with intelligence, and mundane clothing, composed of blue jeans, sneakers and a shirt.

He smiled amicably at the girl, showing his dark teeth, which caused her to blink at the sight, before replying. "I haven't, but if I may make a suggestion. Why don't you ask Neville to talk to an older student, to see if they can't use the Accio spell to summon his toad?" The girl smiled at his suggestion, thanked him, apologised once more for bursting in and left, closing the door to his cabin as she went.

"What a polite young girl. Seemed to be fairly intelligent too, by the looks of her...here's to hoping she isn't what we call a teacher's pet." Harry looked to his mother and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Basically someone who respects authority too much." Harry nodded and looked at the door again, as if expecting it to burst open at any moment.

"I'll bet it's another rude one this time." His mother said, looking amused.

"That's a sucker's bet." Was his reply, just as the door burst open and a pale looking blonde kid stared at him for a moment. His mother crossed her arms and looked toward him smugly, causing him to chuckle and roll his eyes at her.

"...what, in the name of Merlin, am I looking at?" The boy said, still staring at him, causing Harry to turn his attention from his mom to the newcomers; he finally noticed the bigger looking kids flanking the blonde; with a raised eyebrow. "Muggle clothing, make-up on your face to look pale, probably charms on your eyes and teeth for that appearance...another mud-" whatever else he was going to say was interrupted as in a burst of speed Harry stood before the boy one arm stretched out and his hand gripping the boy's jaw, forcing him to turn his head this way and that as he hummed pensively.

"Let's see, blonde slicked hair, perfect little teeth, sparkling blue eyes" he had to force himself to ignore his mother as she giggled behind him. "No power to speak of, needs two lackeys to even attempt intimidation…" he closed his eyes for a moment and pretended to concentrate. "Ah, a scion of House Malfoy, a known pure blood family with an agenda." He closed the distance between them a little and took a whiff of the air, and gasped in fake shock. "What's this I smell? The blood of the powerful Black family? Such a shame to see my great-grandmother's family fall so low. Lucky for the family, I am the heir." At that he raised his free hand and showed the boy the Black family ring, causing the blonde's eyes to widen comically.

"What else can I see on the little peacock...likes to posture, throws daddy's name around like it's going out of style…" His mother laughed behind him and he allowed himself a grin. "That concludes my assessment of you, Heir Malfoy. Allow me to give you a little warning, just between us pals...your daddy is a known Death Eater. I don't like Death Eaters. You ever even think of taking that damned mark, I'll personally show you suffering the kind your darkest nightmares are made of." His piece said, Harry shoved the blonde out of his cabin, and forcibly shut the door.

He heard clapping coming from behind him and turned to see his mother, amusement shining in her emerald eyes. He bowed low, making a show of it. "Why thank you, thank you very much. Such a nice audience, mine is." He allowed himself a laugh as he sat back down. "Sooo...to keep with the pace, the next one is a polite one?"

He didn't have to wait long as a couple of knocks sounded and he turned his attention to the door, opening it to see a lady pushing a trolley stuffed with all sorts of sweets. His mother made comments on each one as he looked from the trolley to the woman a few times as she asked what did he want from the trolley, before a grin made its way to his face, not a dangerous one at this time, but a genuinely happy one.

"Lady, you might as well leave the trolley." He said simply, watching as the woman gaped at him, his grin never diminishing.

"I don't mean to be rude, but my parents say too many sweets will rot your teeth." Harry turned his head to the source of the voice and came upon the visage of that brown haired girl from before. Grin tightly in place he just shrugged, paid the owed galleons and pulled the trolley along as he reentered his cabin. The girl followed along and as he sat down, stood at the door. "May I sit with you...I was with Neville but…" she looked dejected as she spoke and he frowned, turning his attention briefly to his mom who nodded, so he looked back to her and smiled widely.

"Sure, it'll be fun to have someone to talk to." She made a move to sit where his mom was and he stopped her gently. "Just not there, if you please. That seat is taken." She looked at him strangely but nodded and instead sat beside him. "Now let's see here...chocolate frog?" He quickly grabbed the envelope and opened it, the frog inside leaping away as he did so. Harry laughed merrily and looked to his side, where the girl looked slightly amused. "I have quite a bit of those on the trolley...oh! I got an idea! Let's open all of them and unleash an army of chocolate frogs on the wizarding world!" He gave his best fake villain laugh; given he already had a real villain laugh; and even his new companion seemed to lighten up at that, giggling happily.

"Oh, how rude of me, sorry. I'm Harry, Harry James Potter." He introduced himself, waiting for the reaction he'd come to expect from people when they learned that he was the fabled Boy-Who-Lived. It didn't take long either, as a moment later her eyes widened and she gasped.

"Are you really? You don't even have the scar on your forehead." She caught herself after speaking and blushed. "Sorry, I'm coming across as rude aren't I? I'm Hermione Jean Granger, and it's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." He just grinned at her and offered his hand, which she took, and as they shook hands the door was flung open yet again. Harry couldn't quite suppress the groan that escaped him this time as he threw his head back and closed his eyes.

"I didn't quite believe them when I heard that a ickle firstie had a weirder fashion sense that I did but...fuckitty fuck it's true." The voice was obviously female, and he turned his attention to the girl, blinking at the sight of pink hair of all things. She was staring openly at him, so he took that moment to take stock of a possible threat. She wore what could only be described as punk clothing. Torn jeans, a black shirt and a jacket over it. He mentally shrugged at that, turning his attention back to the still held hands, noticing that Hermione had yet to let go, and once again mentally shrugging not really bothered by contact.

"Welp, fuckitty fuckerson of the house of fuck, you've seen me. Am I a zoo animal for you to gape at or are you going to attempt a conversation?" He finally said as he noticed that the older teen had yet to move and was still gaping as him. She seemed to become embarrassed at that and her hair and cheeks burned red. "Now that is a neat skill." He said her hair slowly returned to pink. "Let me guess, metamorph?" She nodded and he tilted his head to the side.

"I have to wonder why you were gaping at me like I'm some zoo animal, I can just about imagine what you get put through." He wasn't accusing, but she burned red again and he actually shrugged that time. There was no trunk with her so she was obviously situated already, so he waited for her to leave before turning his attention fully to Hermione again.

"...my soldier frog literally leapt away." He said finally, realising his chocolate frog was nowhere in the cabin. "What else do we have...every flavor? This should be interesting." He opened the bag and looked at it for a moment before pulling a sickly green looking one and throwing it into his waiting mouth. "Huh, I knew they wouldn't be that obvious. It's actually vanilla." He said with a grin, turning to Hermione and offering the bag. "Let's see what you get." He watched patiently as she seemed to struggle with herself before reaching into the bag and pulling a pitch black one, that caused him to raise an eyebrow at it.

"Yuck, charcoal." His grin grew and he took another of the jelly beans from the bag, looking at the bright pink little delicacy for a moment before throwing it into his mouth, much like last time.

"Huh, they do have every flavor...got blood." He looked at the alarmed, wide eyed stare he got from Hermione before grinning and shaking his head. "Just kidding, it's vomit." She made a face, but seemed more comfortable with that idea. "So, I researched Hogwarts a bit, and I really wanted to talk about it. What house do you think you'll get sorted into?" He watched his companion as her eyes came to life with interest.

"Oh, I've read about every house for a while, to see which would fit me best, and from their description, personally I think Ravenclaw would be the one for me, because I do have that drive for learning that Rowena seemed to favor. But, between you and me, I'm kinda looking forward to being in Gryffindor, I kind of want to prove that I'm not just a nerd, a bossy know-it-all." Her speech started excitedly enough, that he exchanged an amused glance with his mother, but as she got to the end she became sadder and he wondered if he was like that because of whatever happened in Neville's cabin.

"To be completely honest Hermione, you'll do great wherever you go. We've only known each other for a couple of minutes, but I can tell you're a great person. Between us pals, I'll probably be a snake. I like the other houses well enough but I heard some girls talking outside the train, and if they're right, it's time someone made Slytherin fall in line." Harry leaned back on the bench and looked outside as he spoke, the things he'd heard...he sighed and turned his attention to his first friend outside his gang.

"And to be honest 'Mione...is it okay if I call that?" She seemed to think about it a little before she shyly nodded, offering him a little smile. Obviously never had a nice nickname. "It's perfectly fine to be a little bossy and a know-it-all. Being normal is so last century." He grinned and her smile widened a little. "I'm a nerd too...and if you promise not to tell anyone, I'll tell you a little secret about me." She nodded eagerly and he chuckled. "I'm actually pretty much the boss of the Underground of Surrey. We're not bandits or thugs you see, but the ones who were, did things that my group strongly disagreed with, so we started our little enterprise…" He noticed her eyes growing bigger as his story went and laughed when she asked a lot of questions about what working with mercenaries and the like was. "Well, I can honestly say that the ones I work with are generally good people, won't take certain types of jobs...like kidnapping and the like, but they're also a bunch of hard asses, some were ex-military who were forgotten. If we become good enough friends I might even introduce you to my inner circle as it were."

"Now, you may be wondering, why, oh, why is he telling me about those things? The answer, my dear Granger, is...because I want to expand my business into the wizarding world. And I plan to start with Hogwarts. Because what better place to recruit than a school where the enemy is doing pretty much the same? Anyway...don't worry, you don't have to do the heavy lifting...I'm built for that." He offered her a grin as he gave an exaggerated flex to show off his muscles, causing the bushy haired girl to giggle. "What I'll need from you, my little nerd, is intel. You'll be researching the library a lot, I can tell, and when you're done and we meet; in case we don't end up together; you'll pass along what you learn with yours truly and I'll put that knowledge to good use."

"Of course, I don't expect you to do anything for free. We'll talk about monetary compensation later, but in exchange for intel I'll be your muscle. Need someone taken care of? You know who to talk to. Someone is threatening you? Your business partner is here for you...see where I'm going with this?" She was watching him intently as he talked, he could almost literally see the wheels turning in her head as he processed what he was saying.

"Would I have to do anything illegal? I...I always wanted to be special, to know that what the others said about me wasn't true, and now I learn I am special...I don't want to lose that." Her voice was so low if he didn't have enhanced senses he'd surely miss it despite their closeness. He sighed, his eyes softening a great deal from their mischievousness, and he pulled the girl into a hug, his chin coming to rest atop her head.

"You never have to do anything you don't want to...research, that's all I want, really. When I start to expand my hold on the school, not one of the others will have a say on what you do either 'Mione. I swear." He felt the girl relax into his embrace and slowly return it, pulling back just enough so she could look up into his eyes.

"Then I'll do it...it's kind of exciting, being part of a gang." She said, a grin slowly spreading across her face, matched with his own.

"Oh, you'll love the perks. We get all the toys." He joked as the girl giggled and pulled back, leaving the embrace they shared.

They stepped out of the train, looking around as they did, taking in the sights. If he remembered what he read right, the Express stopped at the village of Hogsmeade, which in turn was supposedly close to the school itself. He told Hermione about it, and she just beamed up at him and nodded, adding her own two cents about the information he had. The conversation continued from there, until he heard a very familiar voice calling from somewhere behind him.

"First years! First years, this way!" He turned and saw the half-giant herding the excitable first years down a path. His mom had refused to share any intel she might have on what would happen, saying it was supposed to be a magical experience. Speaking of his mother, she had, once the train stopped at the station, declared she'd go back to her house, and would be back after he'd settled in for the night.

They eventually came upon a lake with many boats floating near the edge, and he nudged Hermione toward a random one, helping her get in, following soon after, and watching as the other kids seemed conflicted between wanting to get to Hogwarts and wanting distance from the Alpha. Eventually Hagrid was able to convince the two remaining students to enter their boat, and so they left, off the edge of the lake and toward Hogwarts. He turned to the two with him and Hermione and appraised them with his eyes for a moment.

One was a blonde girl, with striking blue eyes and an icy expression as she surveyed her surroundings. He didn't much care about the clothing because she was wearing the same as everyone else. The fucking school robes. The other one was a...well, he'd say redhead but that would be an insult to his mom, it was more like orange. She had brilliant grey eyes that held a mischief to them that he couldn't help but want to use in his own brand of pranking.

He turned his attention from them as he heard their gasp, and following their gaze, let his eyes fall on the sight of Hogwarts. It was a magnificent magical castle, and he couldn't wait to learn every curve of it. He could literally feel the magic rolling off the place and the shiver of anticipation that ran through his body didn't exactly go unnoticed.

AN: To start off, this abcense is completely on me...Wrath of the RIghteous launched and I got...sidetracked, you could say. I suffer from chronic restartitis so I haven't even finished act 1 but I'm having so much fun even just in character creation. Anyway it's been a few weeks now and I can control myself again, so I'll begin reposting the chapters I got. Honestly, I have enough written to go till chapter 10 without having to write anything new =P

Second thing, I hope you guys enjoy what I have in store for the future, I had a lot of fun thinking it up and twisting things around somewhat.

For this chapter this is all I wanted to say, I need to remember some of the things I wanted to adress before I write more.

Oh, answering reviews!

ThunderofDeath97: It's not bad...ummm...him having a harem is in the plans, I just don't know if it'll be from Every universe he visits.

Lord Pegel: Yeah, that's his mom's influence on him. Their souls are linked, as per the ritual she performed so...

EmoryjMorill: Thanks! Hope you continue to enjoy the story as it progresses.

I guess that's that for now.

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