Disclaimer: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, and Akame Ga Kill is owned by Takahiro, and Tetsuya Tashiro. I own nothing.

Harry made sure he went to sleep early so he would be able to wake up early in the morning. Today was the day he would be leaving for Hogwarts. Making his way to the dining room he saw that Bols, Leone, and Lubbock were already there.

"Oh, good morning Harry," Bols said stepping away from the stove. "You're just in time I've prepared some eggs and toast for you.

Harry thanked Bols for the meal and sat down across from Leone and Lubbock. "So where is everyone else?" Harry asked.

"Well Esdeath and Najenda are meeting with the Emperor so we can close off the station for an hour so you can get on the platform without anyone noticing you," Lubbock explained. "Ran is doing some last minute reading, Mein and Chelsea were arguing about something, Seryu's walking Coro, Wave and Kurome are still asleep, and Akame and Tatsumi should be-,"

Lubbock was cut off as Akame and Tatsumi both entered the room. "Moring everyone," Tatsumi said brightly. He seemed to be in a good mood.

Harry then noticed that Akame was also smiling. While he had seen her smile before, this was a different kind of smile, he couldn't quite identify what it was though. Turns out he wasn't the only one to notice.

"Uh Akame you ok?" Leone asked.

"Yes," Akame replied while still smiling. "I just had a very nice sleep. Wouldn't you agree Tatsumi?"

Tatsumi nodded. "Yeah, I didn't sleep was that good, but now I know."

Harry did not understand what they were talking about, but Leone and Lubbock had very different reactions.

Leone was trying hard not to laugh, but was not succeeding. "Right "sleep"," she said winking at the two of them. Lubbock on the other hand looked very excited.

"Psst Tatsumi bro," he whispered. "If you have picture let me see, and I'll be your slave for a week." Lubbock said, before Leone hit him over the head.

Slowly more of the Jaegers and Night Raid began to file in. They went over the plan before they headed off to King's Cross Station.

Esdeath and Najenda had gotten permission from the Emperor to have the station closed for an hour so they could get through the barrier without being noticed. A group such as themselves was bound to draw attention.

Mein would be on top of one of the buildings surrounding the station, with Ran as her guard. Seryu would patrol with Bols along the outside perimeter. The rest would escort Harry onto the hidden platform. Harry was glad he wrote a note to McGonagall asking how to get onto the platform. If he hadn't they probably would be wandering around clueless.

Arriving at the station the group made their way to the barrier between platforms nine and ten. "Alright we have to run at the barrier to get to the platform," Harry told them.

"Or we could get a broken nose," Chelsea remarked.

Harry gripped the cart that held his belongings tight as he began to pick up pace towards the wall. He closed his eyes as he got closer, and when he opened them he saw a single platform with a large red steam engine.

The others followed soon after, stopping to stare at the train before them. Getting on board the train Harry chose a compartment close to the front. Harry was glad no one else was here, they had only closed off the station for an hour so others might be showing up soon.

Lubbock was helping Harry stack his trunk, while the others looked around the train. Since it was just the two of them Harry decided to ask, "Hey what were Akame and Tatsumi smiling about this morning?"

Lubbock looked around to make sure they were alone. "You remember that one manga I showed you?" Harry nodded not sure what Lubbock's perversions had to do with it, but then his eyes widened. Oh, Harry thought.

They finished unloading his belongings as the others came to say farewell to him. Harry found it a little hard to look at Akame and Tatsumi, after realizing what they did last night, but he got over it, and promised he would see them all again during the winter recess.

"Take care Harry," Akame said as she gave him a hug before exiting the train with the others and passing thru the barrier, back to the regular station.

A few minutes passed before a couple and their daughter came bursting thru the barrier. They didn't dress like wizards, so Harry assumed them to be muggles. The girl had a mane of bushy brown hair and front teeth that were a bit too big.

The parents exchanged a few last goodbyes with their daughter, before she grabbed her suitcase and made her way onto the train. Soon more and more people began showing up. Some dressed as muggles, while others wore traditional style robes.

As he was looking out the window he heard a knock on his compartment door. It opened to reveal the bushy haired girl he saw from before. "Hello," she said. "Would you mind if I sit here?"

"Not at all," Harry said as he helped her lift her suitcase to the rack above. "I'm Harry by the way."

"I'm Hermione Granger," she introduced herself. "Did you have any trouble getting into the station, I wanted to get here early, but I found out the police force had closed the station for about an hour or so."

"No I arrived pretty early so I didn't run into any problems," Harry told her.

"Oh you must come from a wizard family then," Hermione concluded.

"Well my parents were magical, but they passed away when I was a baby," Harry told her.

Hermione widened her eyes. "I'm sorry to hear that," she sounded genially upset. "I didn't mean to bring up unpleasant memories, I just assumed and-," Harry raised a hand to cut her off.

"It's ok you didn't know, and besides my relatives had to take me in, before I went to live in the palace."

Hermione looked intrigued. "You live in the palace? Really? What's it like? How did you end up there?" Hermione fired off questions.

"Let's just say my relatives weren't fit to take care of a child, and a member of night Raid rescued me and brought me back there," Harry said careful not to give too much information away.

"You met a Night Raid member? Which one? I've read all about them and the Jaegers," Hermione said. "I once wrote a paper about Generals Najenda and Esdeath for women who inspire me for my school."

"Akame rescued me, and introduced me to everyone," Harry told her. It became very apparent to Harry that Hermione was a very smart girl. A bit of a know it all really, but still nice.

After talking for a bit there was a knock on their compartment door. Harry opened it to find a very timid looking boy. "Hi," Harry said to the boy.

"H-hello," the boy replied in a meek tone. "Have any of you seen a toad? I lost mine."

"No we haven't seen a toad," Harry told him. The boy looked ashamed. "But if you want I can help you look."

"You'd really help me?" the boy asked in a disbelieving tone. Harry nodded.

"Where was the last place you saw him?" Hermione asked.

"Near the end of this train car," the boy said.

Harry decided to go search with the boy, who he found out was named Neville, near one end, while Hermione searched the other end.

The two boys didn't have to go too far because when Harry heard a girlish "Eek!" from one of the compartments, Harry had a feeling where the missing toad had went.

Knocking on the door before opening it (a habit he had picked up ever since Tatsumi told him about the time he walked in on Mein dressing) Harry found two first year girls sitting there. Well one was sitting, the other one had pulled her feet up off the ground and was holding onto her legs looking down at the toad on the floor.

"Trevor!" Neville exclaimed as he ran to pick up the toad. The girls looked at him curiously.

"Sorry about that," Harry said to them. "The toad wandered off and was hiding somewhere. Sorry if he gave you a fright."

The girl who had her legs pulled up relaxed. "I would recommend you get a carrier for him," she told Neville, who was flushing red with shame.

"That does sound like a good idea Neville," Harry told the other boy. "Sorry again for the trouble, I'm Harry by the way and this is Neville."

"I'm Daphne, and this sissy is Tracey," the girl with black hair and icy blue eyes introduced herself. Tracey had dark brown hair with and hazel eyes. "And don't worry you didn't interrupt us, we were just talking about what house we would be in."

Harry's eyes lit up. He knew students were sorted into houses, but he wasn't quite sure how that worked. "So how are we sorted?" Harry asked.

The girls looked at each other. "Are you muggle born?" Daphne asked.

"No," Harry answered. "My parents were wizards, but I was raised by muggles. Why?"

"Well we don't really care about blood status, but a lot of muggle born students have a hard time with kids from magical families," Daphne told him.

Harry just nodded his head. He knew Mein had had a hard time when she first came to the Capital. He thought her story was sad because everyone looked down on her because half her blood was tribal. She would freak out when found out about this.

"And to answer your first question," Tracey piped up, "my mum told me they put a hat on our heads that sorts us by personality."

"Our personalities really?"

"Yeah you know Gryffindor takes the brave, Slytherin takes the ambitious, Hufflepuff the loyal, and Ravenclaw the intelligent," Daphne explained.

Harry was curious as to how they were sorted, but now that he knew he had to admit he was a bit disappointed.

"That really doesn't make that much sense to me," Harry confessed.

Daphne raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? It's a pretty straightforward process."

"Not the process, the way it chooses," Harry responded.

"What do you mean?" Neville asked as he held onto his toad, who made yet another escape attempt.

"Well we're all really only about eleven right?" Harry asked as he received nods from the three. "Well the personality we have now may not be the one we have later on. And besides a person can be brave and smart, or loyal but still have their own ambitions to fulfill."

Harry could tell from the looks on their faces his words were making them think about the system now.

"You're right," said Neville. "My gran was in Gryffindor, but she's still has the sharpest wit of anyone I know."

"And my dad was in Slytherin but with how much he works he could be a Hufflepuff," Daphne admitted.

"That's why I plan to make friends with people from all the houses," Harry said, "we're all basically in the same boat, trying to better our education, right?"

He received nods again. "Not bad," Daphne said with a small smirk. "The muggles who raised you must be pretty exceptional."

"Oh you have no idea," Harry said with a smile of his own.

"Well we should be getting back to our compartment," Harry said to Neville. "Well we'll see you two around school then." Harry waved farewell as the girls did the same.

"There you are!" Hermione exclaimed as Harry and Neville came back into their compartment.

"We found Neville's toad he was in a compartment with two other first year girls," Harry told her. "We stopped to talk to them for a while, and they told us how we get sorted."

Hermione's eyes shone with excitement. "They did? How?"

"They make us wear this hat that tells us where we go based on personality traits, like courage, intelligence, cunning, and loyalty," Harry listed. "I really don't agree with that though."

"What? Why not?" Hermione asked. "There must be a good reason why they have it the way they do after all."

"Well really who we are now can change over time, so unless that hat can see who we become in the future, how can it really judge us?" Harry told her.

Hermione seemed to ponder this over. "I guess you're right," she admitted. "But still you have to admit there must be a good reason why the hat sorts us based on those traits. I bet it has to do with the four founders."

"Yeah I guess that could make sense," Harry agreed. "I mean four houses, four founders, maybe the hat was made by the four and makes its choice by whatever that founder valued most."

"I think you may be right Harry," Hermione said. "Looks like you got quite the education at the Palace."

"You live in a Palace?!" Neville asked in disbelief. Harry nodded his head.

"You know about the Empire's Palace right?" Harry asked. From what he knew these wizards were very secretive of their existence, and were pretty ignorant of anything non-magical.

"Well no really," Neville bashfully admitted. "I come from a family of wizards so I don't really know much about the muggle world."

"You know Neville if you want me and Hermione can tell you more about the muggle world, if you tell us more about the magical one," offered Harry.

"Really?" Neville asked.

"Coming from an all muggle family I'd want to learn as much as I can," Hermione added. "I'm sure we all have a lot of questions about each other's society after all."

Neville seemed to gain more confidence, Harry noticed, as he told the two about wizard customs, and when they told him the workings of muggles. Harry was positive that he just made his first two friends.

It was nearly eleven and the train would be leaving soon. It was around this time that a knock sounded on their compartment door. It opened to reveal a tall redheaded boy.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" he asked. "Everywhere else is full."

"It's fine with me," Harry answered. "Is it okay with you two?" Hermione and Neville both nodded.

The boy looked at Neville, then at Harry, who could swear he saw the boys eyes drift to his forehead.

"You know I might just go see if my brothers have room in their compartment," the boy said looking slightly disappointed.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked. "We have plenty of room-," he didn't get to finish as the boy had already left.

"Well that was rude," Hermione said sounding indignant.

"Yeah kind of," Harry agreed. "Wonder what his deal is."

"He was probably looking for Harry Potter," Neville said.

"Oh that's right! He's supposed to be coming to school this year," Hermione added. "Do you think we'll get to meet him?"

"I think there's a strong possibility," Harry answered with a small smile. "But I really wouldn't make too big a deal out of it. I mean he's just a person same as everyone else."

"Maybe," Hermione said. "I guess we'll just have to meet him to know for sure."