Harry's first "official" introduction to the wizarding world had been a bit of a let-down, besides a few questions from Dumbledore about his apparent and using his avatar manifestation abilities to take on the appearance of a more appropriate age, he'd gotten the key to a vault of wizarding currency,

Apparently Dumbledore had been appointed as the executor of the Potter Wills. But the wills had been enchanted in some way to prevent anyone, even the executor, from knowing what was inside them. This was an apparently old wizarding custom to prevent a beneficiary of the will deciding to cash in on their inheritance early. The logic being that "if they don't know there's money to get, they won't try to get it."

Which basically meant that Dumbledore's job was simply to remember where the Potters had stored the will, so he could reveal the will should something happen to them.

It had been stored in Godric's Hollow, and been destroyed in the blast that destroyed Voldemort.

So after the war there'd been a landmark legal case as the wizarding world tried to figure out how to deal with an inheritance without a will. It had been decided that the executor of the will would be granted the right to divide the estate in such a situation, with the stipulation that none of it may go to themselves, and that the entire process be heavily monitored to prevent them from somehow funnelling the wealth into their own account.

Most shocking to Harry was something, which shouldn't have been at all.

Dumbledore couldn't see his familiars. In hindsight it was obvious, the wizards had been infamous for their inability to see the divine, why would Harry have expected them to be capable of seeing his beasts.

This did come with one complication, usually Harry's main method of long distance communication came in the form of a white raven, born from the power of Apollo. Clearly this wouldn't work in the wizarding world. A quick shopping trip later and Harry had bought himself a white owl for all his wizarding messenger-needs.

Harry was seated aboard the root of mankind's downfall, reading a book on wizarding spells and charms when a red-haired boy entered his cabin, accompanied by a set of older twins who soon left to look at their friends Tarantula. Ron seemed a friendly fellow, clearly as nervous as Harry but undoubtably for different reasons.

Where Harry's nerves were related to their current mode of transportation, and the possibility of his big Sis hearing about his betrayal of all she stood for, Ron seemed rather tense about school, after some quick introductions, and questions about the lack of an apparently famous scar, Ron started talking about Quidditch. Apparently some wizarding sport, it sounded interesting but he didn't really know much about it and just decided to let Ron talk while he continued his reading on this strange new style of magic.

After Ron had run out of things to say about they fell into a comfortable silence, only broken by the turning of pages and eventually a lady with a cart full of sweets.

After asking Ron about what each and every candy was, He'd asked the woman for a couple dozen chocolate frogs. between the two of them they ate half a dozen frogs, but Harry kept most of them for later. More interested in the cards with pictures of famous witches and their impact on the world he'd now found himself in.

Dumbledore, Paracelsus, Trismegistus, Tugwood, Circe, Rowena Ravenclaw and Agrippa had been in his hands, Harry quickly wrote down the description on Agrippa before giving it to Ron. Apparently he was a collector and Harry didn't mind giving him the card.

After a while Harry was starting to get bored, no matter how much he liked Ron they were still just sitting around doing nothing. Something Harry had little experience with, his life was one of adventure and magic. So when a boy asked if he'd seen a missing pet, Harry had bid his newfound friend goodbye to search for the lost toad.

After a while spent searching to no avail, and meeting the high-strung but overly worried Hermione. And bonding a little with Neville about their mutual love of animals, the train finally arrived in Hogsmeade.

A quick trip across a lake, and a friendly giant retrieving the missing toad later they found themselves at the door. Where they were escorted by an old-looking woman wearing a set of square glasses, who instructed them to wait outside a door for until she'd call for them.

Suddenly someone behind him yelped and Harry turned around, and came face-to-face with a ghost, Why where there ghosts? Souls didn't normally linger and the only person he knew about who could make ghosts was all the way in the Balkans.

But could he really take the risk that these ghosts were servants of his older brother? No he couldn't, so he grabbed his two closest friends, and ran for his life.

Hermione Granger was standing at the door of the great hall, trying to recall every spell she'd learned over the summer so as to prepare for whatever test would decide their house, when she was suddenly pulled along at breakneck speed by the child she'd met on the train alongside a the red-haired boy he'd been sharing a compartment with, somewhere after turning into three separate corridors and up five flights of stairs the kid had muttered something beneath his breath, and the world had vanished in a golden light. When the her senses returned to her she and the red-haired boy were riding on a horse through the halls of the school, she didn't know where the horse had come from, nor how she'd gotten mounted but she did know one thing.

If the horse kept running as it was, they'd surely be late for the sorting ceremony. She didn't know what would happen if they were, maybe they'd be expelled, maybe the teachers would make them write lines on a chalkboard. But no matter what would happen, she wouldn't allow it. This was to be her first day in this brand new world, she needed to make a good first impression on her new teachers.

So she'd done the only thing she could think of to get horse back to its senses. And when that failed she grabbed her wand and used one of the first spells in her charms book,

"lumos", A bright flash of pure light shone from the wand, held mere inches away from the horse's left eye, the horse almost reflexively lurched to the right. Away from the bright light and crashed straight into the walls.

Which is when they all fell off onto the ground. The horse seemingly disappearing beneath them, leaving the a third child in its place. An animagus perhaps, shockingly young but what else could he be.

Harry leapt off the floor, glancing around, a frenzied look in his eyes. Looking to the world as if the devil himself was at his heels.

"What just happened?" the redhead mumbled. A hand rubbing on the back of his head, having hit himself falling off the horse.

"I think that Harry is phasmophobic."

"He's what?"

"It means he's afraid of ghosts,"

"then why don't you just say that" the redhaid said before turning to Harry "Are you alright mate?"

"There yer all are." A familiar voice came through the halls, it was Hagrid, the man who'd lead them on the boats. "Heard the ghosts frightened yah, Don't ye worry they don't hurt no-one" he said, gently putting a giant hand on Harry's shoulder, "Now come along, Professer Mcgonnagal's been lookin for you lot".

I know that the start of this chapter goes deep into AU-wizard law, but I felt that a while the key does seem suspicious in canon there are about a thousand different ways to explain it, and I wanted to make a simple statement to the readers that this wouldn't be a "manipulating evil-Dumbledore" story. Those things are a dime-a-dozen and I don't feel I could do it. I don't know what part of my writing caused a reviewer to suspect I was planning to write such, but I felt that I needed to get the "Non-malicious-Dumbledore" message out somehow, and I couldn't just assume everyone reads these thick-printed blurbs at the end. Nor could I assume that the reader in question reads One-Eyed Antics. So getting that information out into the open seemed very important to me.

If anyone wonders why the worlds most bigoted ferret didn't make an appearance. Harry lost his scar, the one thing that causes people to recognise him as Harry in the early chapters. As a result there's no gossip of his presence, and no reason for Malfoy to leave his cabin. Don't worry, he gets a chance to humiliate himself later on anyway.

Hagrid is really hard to write, because I'm not a native English speaker so I tend to misspell words, and I have to trust my spellchecker that I'm not messing EVERYTHING up. Meanwhile he speaks with an accent so strong you have to deliberately misspell some words to get it across, which just turns all his lines into a bunch of red-squiggly underlines and makes me feel like everything is wrong as hell.

Also to the Guest-reviewer on the previous chapter, It's called making a likable character, and keeping them recognisable to their source. Canon-Harry would never go around demanding tribute if he could find a way to afford it himself. Meanwhile this Harry would consider that step one of a long path to eventually becoming someone like Voban. If Harry needs something, and he can't afford it he might make demands, but if there's any way for him to do something himself he'd do it. He likes standing on his own two feet, and he also loves feeling a sense of moral superiority to Voban. (Honestly, the latter might have even more to do with his decisions and motivations then "standing on his own two feet")