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I hope I can keep this rate of production up! I think I'm going to focus on individual stories and finish them up instead of bouncing around trying to work on them all at once. That hasn't really been working so I'm hoping that this system let's me give these the time and effort they deserve. Anyway, on to the story!

Harry sat glumly on the seat, staring out the window dispassionately as the landscape of the United Kingdom flew by.

'Two and a half years. I've been gone for two and a half years. Does she even remember me? Does she even exist?'

Turning away from the landscape, Harry looked around the compartment. He had gotten his letter a month ago, and his life had been a flurry of half-hearted apologies and simplistic gifts from his stepfather and mother when they were in the public eye.

'After all, they can't let the public see how they REALLY are… They tried denying me entry to Hogwarts on the belief that I was a squib'

Sighing, he reached into his bag and pulled out a book, and began to read.

-time skip 45 minutes-

*knock knock*

Looking up at the sound, Harry made eye contact with the bushy haired girl out in the hall. Getting up and unlatching the door to the compartment, he raised an eyebrow at his fellow first year.

"Yes?"

"Would it be okay if I sat with you? Yours is the first the compartment that looked like it'd be quiet enough to read. All of the other compartments are either full or hosting loud activities. Unless you'd prefer to be alone, then I could keep looking. You looked like you were in the middle of reading something, sorry! I'll go find a different compartment…"

"Hey, wait. I don't mind. I haven't had a chance to meet anyone else that's going to be in our year yet. Come on in."

Helping her with her trunk, Harry made a note to find out how to cast a feather-light charm. He had been lucky enough to get help from an older student in yellow and black robes with his. Sitting back down where he had been before, he watched the other first year reach into her bag and pull out a rather large book.

"Hogwarts: A History? I remember seeing that one in my family's library but I hadn't had a chance to get to it yet." Harry commented.

"I think it's a fascinating read! I thought it'd be useful to know as much as I can. I don't want to be behind anyone because I'm new. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way. What's your name?"

"I'm Harry, nice to meet you. When you said you're new do you mean you're muggleborn?"

"Yes. I was ever so surprised when I got the letter and the professor showed up at my house. My parents thought it was some sort of joke, but she turned our coffee table into a pig and back after it ran around the room."

"Don't worry, I doubt you'll be too far behind anyone. For the most part just about every first year every year is in your shoes. And by what I can tell, you're better prepared than half of the people in our year group already!"

"Really?"

"Really."

"So wh-"

Before the two of them could continue their conversation, they were interrupted by the compartment door opening. Several older teens in green and silver edged robes stood there looking down their noses at them.

"Oi! Vacate the compartment for your betters, mudbloods!" the lead student said.

Before Hermione could react, the air grew a touch colder, as Harry stood.

"Is there something I can help you with, gentlemen?" he said, glaring at the one in the front.

"Yes. You can vacate my compartment before I make you do it."

"Hold on, I didn't see anything about assigned compartments in Hogwarts:A Hist-" Hermione began, but was cut off by one of them drawing their wand.

Before they could do anything else, Harry stepped into the personal space of the leader and muttered something quiet enough so the group heard him, but Hermione did not. As he spoke, the one holding their wand quickly backed up, while the leader went white in the face.

"I-I apologize. We'll go find ourselves another place to be. Enjoy the rest of your ride." The leader said, before he and the rest of the group walked briskly out of there. Definitely not running; walking briskly.

Closing the compartment door, Harry sat down and picked up his book again, beginning to read where he had left off. Looking up a few minutes later, he met Hermione's eyes, who was still staring at him, her facial expressions shifting from curiosity to amazement, and back again. Sighing, Harry put down his book and looked over at her after marking his page.

"Yes?"

"How did you do that? What did you say? Who were they? What's a mudblood?"

"Well, in order, I told him who he was speaking to, so that answers questions one and two. They were just a couple of the upper years that were being prats. I doubt they would have actually cast anything. The wand was likely more to scare us into leaving."

Here he paused, a grimace on his face.

"Have you ever seen someone be discriminated against in the non-magical world due to the color of their skin?"

At Hermione's nod, he continued.

"Well, in the magical world, racism isn't really that big of an issue. Sure, there are still a few racists, but there's a different prejudice. A prejudice of the blood. There are 5 types of people when it comes to The Ministry's definition of the word. You have the Muggles, which is what they call non-magical people. Then you have Muggleborns, which as you know, is a magical born to a pair of Muggles. Then you have Half-Bloods, which is when one parent is someone with direct wizarding ancestry, and the other is one with direct non-wizarding ancestry. Once your family has been completely magical for 4 generations, you become what is known as a Pureblood. Those are people whose parents and grandparents are all wizards and witches. The final category is what's known as a Squib, which is the opposite of a Muggleborn. A Squib is when someone is born without magic into a wizarding family."

Making sure she understood all of the different distinctions, while avoiding subclasses such as those who were half magical, half magical creature he finally got to the crux of the discussion.

"A mudblood is a blood-purist slang word for a Muggleborn. They're calling your blood dirty."

Seeing the look on her face, he sighed.

"I know, the magical world seems perfect when you get your first look. And we don't have the problems that the Muggle world does, at least not all of them. But we have problems that they don't have to handle, in return."

As the pair turned back to their books, Harry began to read about the Tarantallegra spell, which would make the target dance uncontrollably.

-time skip: 5 hours-

Throughout the train ride, the two had gotten to know one another, Hermione finally getting up the courage to ask about his book.

"Oh, this? It's the Standard Book of Spells, by Miranda Goshawk."

"But which one? It doesn't say on the cover?"

"It's the complete collection. It was more expensive than the Standard Book Of Spells, Grade One, but I figured it'd be useful to have to buy the one book once instead of a new one every year."

"But what if they change the book list? It may have been a waste of money…"

"They have individual teachers assign reading material for their classes, but thanks to Deputy Headmistress McGonagall, the standard book is required for every year. It's supposed to supplement the classes. She got the governors to agree to make it a standard book until a better resource is found to replace it. I figured that if they replaced it, I'd at least still have all of the useful information in it."

"I didn't know that! That's rather interesting. Do you remember how much the whole collection was versus the individual books all together?"

And so the train carried them on, until they heard a monotone voice speak out across the train.

"Attention to all students. We will be reaching Hogwarts in thirty minutes. Please have your things packed and your robes on. Again, the Hogwarts Express will reach Hogsmeade Station in thirty minutes."

Taking turns standing in the hall while the other changed with the curtains drawn, the two put their books and bags away, leaving them just in their school robes.

-line break-

Standing in the antechamber, Harry felt Hermione nudge his side.

"You never did tell me your last name?"

Before Harry could respond, Hermione gasped, and pointed behind him. Turning, Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was the ghosts. Making a note to thank them for the distraction, he turned back towards the doors as Professor McGonagall walked back into the antechamber and ushered the ghosts into the great hall, before leading the first years into the room, so they stood before the entire school.

'I enjoyed having a friend here. Too bad it'll all go away once Dorian takes the spotlight. I'm rather surprised he hasn't already, actually…'

Looking around, he noticed him in the back, soaking wet. Putting two and two together, Harry laughed softly as he realized his brother had fallen in the lake, and didn't want to be seen all soaking wet like that until he had to.

Looking back up towards the front of the room, he saw a tattered old hat on a stool before the whole school. Before he could comment, a tear near the brim opened up wider, and it began to sing.

Another year at Hogwarts

With me, the Sorting Hat.

So come right up, don't be afraid,

This stool is where everyone sat.

For a thousand years, I've been here,

And now I'm sorting you,

Nothing's going to go wrong,

We'll get you right on through.

Will you be like Godric,

A member of the Lion Pride.

Daring, with nerves of steel,

From danger they never hide;

Or perhaps you'll follow Helga

Into the great Badger Sett

Those loyal, hardworking fellows

Haven't failed Hogwarts yet;

There's also Rowena's pupils,

High up in the Raven's nest.

Those of read mind and wit,

Will learn here with zest.

Finally, then there's Salazar,

Residing in the serpent's burrow.

For those with cunning and guile,

Whose solutions are always thorough.

Now that you know all about

The great Hogwarts houses four,

It's the time to figure out which house,

To you will open their door.

So come right up! Don't tarry now!

Come take the Sorting Hat for a spin.

I promise you can eat dinner soon, but first…

Let The Sorting Ceremony Now Begin!

As the students all over the Great Hall cheered, Harry thought about which house he would likely be put into. He also couldn't help but wonder how the hat would react to his memories of Arendelle.

Looking up, He saw Hermione walking over to a table in blue, and cursed, realizing he had been so caught up in his own thoughts, that he missed his friend's sorting.

'Friend? Where did that come from? Are we friends? I'll have to ask her. I've only ever really had Elsa…'

Before he could continue that train of thought, Harry felt the entire hall cheer. Looking up, he saw Dorian walking to the stool with the hat. Dorian barely had the hat above his head, let alone on it, before he was sent off to the table in red. Sighing, Harry began to walk forward, the hall erupting in whispers as his name was called. Hearing a gasp to his left, he looked over and saw Hermione looking at him with wide eyes.

"Dorian has a brother?"

"I've never heard of him!"

"Since when does the Boy-Who-Lived have a twin?

Shoving the hat roughly down onto his head, Harry tried blocking out the whispers of a world that forgot about him, nut gasped when he heard a voice in his head.

'Welcome to Hogwarts, Mr. Potter. I will say, you have a few very interesting memories in here. I normally sort people who have lived eleven years, not twenty. And I haven't seen anyone who knows about Arendelle in decades…'

"WHAT! You know about Arendelle!? Who's been there?! How did they come back?" Harry whispered, shocked.

'Moving on, let's get this over with. I can feel the students getting restless. Now, plenty of courage, and lots of loyalty. But you're only really courageous when you need to be, and you're only loyal once someone's earned it. That removes Gryffindor and Hufflepuff from the list. Yes…cunning in spades... and quite a bit of intelligence too… This is the most fun I've had since Belby in '62…'

Getting irritated with the hat, Harry was about to speak up again when he felt the hat move.

'yes… Better be…'

The hat stiffened, yelling out the name of the house he'd be spending 7 years of his life in.

"RAVENCLAW!"

I was rather tempted to make him a slytherin, but I feel like he would have gotten twitchy around Daphne 'The Ice Queen' Greengrass, so I decided that for what I have in mind, Ravenclaw would be the best place for him. What did you guys think of the chapter?

I still need a few ideas for how to work on integrating the two universes a bit more beyond some vague whispers of knowledge the Sorting hat has revealed. Please leave any ideas you may have in the reviews : )

I wrote that sorting hat song, and let me tell you, it wasn't easy.

Anyway, READ AND REVIEW