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Harrison's POV

It was only ten minutes after the train began to move that their compartment door opened. Both boys were engrossed in the books they had brought to read. Harrison was reading a book on wards. While Draco was reading one on transfiguration. They only briefly glanced up with Crabbe and Goyle joined them.

Draco explained that the two acted as his bodyguards. It had something to do with their father's owing his father a favor. If the Potter heir had to guess it would have to do with the last war.

The two were talking amongst themselves ignoring Harrison and Draco who returned to their books. Wards fascinated Harrison. Even with only a few weeks of an apprenticeship under his belt, he couldn't wait to learn more. Tarloc seemed to enjoy his enthusiasm. He knew that if he wasnt prepared to give it all he had he would never make master.

Fifteen minutes passed from when Crabbe and Goyle entered that the door opened again. This time two girls entered a blond and a brunette with pug like features. This must be Parkinson and Greengrass. Their fathers were allies of his uncle. If he remembered correctly Greengrass had an uncle who was a renowned healer.

At seeing him Parkinson lifted her nose and asked in a snotty voice, "Draco what is this mudblood doing in our compartment?"

Harrison growled lowly, "Excuse Parkinson but I am not a mudblood. I am Heir Potter next in line to the Potter and Black Lordships."

Greengrass appraised him with cold blue eyes. She at least had kept her mouth shut, unlike Parkinson.

Parkinson screeched shrilly, "Draco tell this half-blood," she corrected with a sneer, "To get out of our compartment. He doesn't belong with us."

Harrison from the corner of his eye saw the blond bite back a sigh. It was obvious that he had to deal with her on a regular basis. Unlike the ebony-haired boy who was just beginning to be introduced to the Wizarding World.

Draco replied looking up from his book, "Pansy, Heir Potter is my father's godson. If you keep insulting him then you be named an enemy of the family."

"GODSON?!" She screeched even louder causing Harrison to hide a wince.

Ugh, he wished he knew a silencing charm. Listening to her screech because he was here was going to give him a headache.

Harrison snapped back losing his patience, "Yes Parkinson. I am Lord Malfoy's godson. If you do not stop screeching like a banshee I will show you what else I am."

Unbeknownst to him, his eyes had flashed dangerously. It was enough to immediately silence her. After a long moment, she pouted and took a seat next to Draco. Greengrass sat in the middle of the seat. Her ice-blue eyes watched him intently.

Ignoring her he returned to his book. Only to be interrupted by Parkinson's screech, "You're reading a book on warding?! That's too advanced for a first-year."

:Someone me please shoot me. One of us are not going to survive this train ride at this rate,: he thought angrily.

It wasn't even an hour into the train ride and already he was ready to murder someone. Reminding himself of the meditation exercises that Lucius taught him he took a deep breath. Then another to force down his temper. He had to be rational about this. Otherwise, he would start the year off in trouble.

Harrison responded once he was calm, "Normally warding isn't taught until a viable candidate is older you're right. However, I showed promise to Grandmaster Tarloc and my godfather. I currently have an active apprentice contract with Grandmaster Tarloc."

Gasps came from the purebloods excluding Draco. Apprenticeships at such a young age were rare. Most wizards and witches would be looking for one between their fifth and seventh years.

The next hour was passed in silence which Harrison was grateful for. When the door opened next it revealed a dark-skinned boy with black hair and piercing blue eyes. He was taller than everyone else in the compartment by several inches.

Blaise Zabini is a childhood friend of Draco's. Behind him stood a stocky boy with mouse-brown hair and cold brown eyes. That had to be Theodore Nott. Draco described him to be a lot like Harrison. Something of a bookworm. Maybe they would get along.

Zabini greeted coldly, "Draco. Who is your new friend?"

Harrison stood after setting aside his book. He put his hand out as pureblood custom stated and replied, "Harrison James Potter, heir to the Houses of Potter and Black. You both may call me, Harrison."

There was a brief hesitation on the other's part before he took Harrison's hand. Zabini replied, "I am Blaise Zabini, Heir to the House of Zabini it's a pleasure to meet you, Harrison. You must call me Blaise if I am to use your given name."

Nott also shook his head and said, "Theodore Nott. It's a pleasure to meet you. Just call me Theo."

With the formalities out of the way, they took their seats. Blaise commented after a moment, "I heard you were raised by muggles. It's surprising that you know so many of our customs."

Draco shot a wary look but Harrison said not taking offense, "Actually we found out my aunt is a squib as is my cousin. When my letter came we went to Gringotts where we found out Draco's dad was declared my godfather. He and Grandmaster Tarloc have been teaching me what I need to know."

Theo's eyes widened with recognition as he declared, "You were the apprentice who came to the manor with the Grandmaster. That's where I know you from."

Harrison nodded as he replied, "That's right. He has started taking me with him on smaller jobs so I can gain field experience. It will be some time before I can actually start learning how to create and manipulate wards, however."

Theo as it turned out was interested in warding. Unlike Harrison however, he did not have the ward sense. He would have to settle for a career in Curse Breaking. It was a prestigious job but it wasnt what he originally wanted.

The rest of the train ride was spent comfortably. Only Parkinson could make it awkward at times but she left halfway to Hogwarts to visit her older brother. Her brother was a seventh year who would graduate this year. Parkinson was proud to say that the boy had been accepted as a Charms Master's apprentice. A fact that was ignored by most of the compartment.

Five minutes before the train arrived at Hogsmede they changed into their robes. Excitement while not visible outwardly filled the air with its energy. Each of the 11-year-olds were ready to start their adventure.