Chapter 2

Hogwarts Express

Gravity Turned to his young charge and smiled, "Got you trunk and bag?" he asked Harry, who nodded with a smile.

"Yeah dad, everything is in order." Gravity nodded slowly as he sighed. He pulled the younger into a hug, and frowned.

"You be good now, be sure to think before doing and be yourself...Even if it is an insane 11 year old boy with a possible mental problem." he chuckled, harry gave him a look but was smiling also.

"Whatever." Harry laughed as he shoved his dad playfully. Gravity smiled at him, then heard the train whistle in the back ground. Gravity nodded to Harry as his adoptive son walked away into the crowd.

Gravity sighed, he could only hope now his young charge would be ready for what was to be thrust at him. He knew that there'd be things to come that Harry would face on his own. But he'd still try to be there ready to help him. All the young personification could do was hope that the spirits would watch over the boy as he faced the dark manipulations of the Magical World.

Harry with some effort heaved his trunk onto the rail over the seat and sat down in the empty compartment. He pulled out a worn faded journal with the number '7' on it. His dad asked him to keep a hold of this journal for a while. He found that the different types of blood runes and spell in it to be helpful. As Cipher once told him, as long as you don't give into the darkness and let it control you, then dark spells and evil things shouldn't be a problem. He was grateful to know that the system of dark and light was all a bunch of bias and stupid reasons. The intent to kill comes with the reason as to how mentally stable you are and if you are willing to kill without feeling remorse for the actions. There is a fine line of murder and saving.

Harry then heard the door opened to see too bright red hair, looking like something Japan makes out of horse hair and dye, and bright blue eyes. Something about them seem to have a dark glint to them. Not of insanity, insanity glints had more of a flash of red and/or amber. his had this blackish white thing in the color for a split second.

"Do you mind, everywhere else is full." harry knew that was a lie, he had gotten on near to last and this train still had a lot of empty compartments left. But nonetheless he had to be polite.

"Not at all." he said calmly, before going back to reading the book. the boy frowned a bit as he saw the cover, but harry didn't worry, only those from Gravity Falls or Oregon in general knew of the Journals, but that was still only a handful. About 7 to 8 people, not counting Half Blood or Demons, and some Magical Creatures. There was a long pause, before the red haired one spoke up.

"I'm Ron by the way, Ron Weasley." harry furrowed his brow too fast for Ron to see, Weasley, he heard of that last name from Bill. The dream demon had warned him of someone with that last name who broke a deal with him. Bill was telling him about a man named...something Weasley. Said he made a deal with Cipher and didn't keep to his end, ended up making the family pay for 400 years of poverty. Or something like that, but...it couldn't possible be the same family. Harry observe him for a moment, taking in the clothing, the smell, which almost made him gag, and his trunk. It was a very close chance.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter, but not in america, there I'm called Harry Jones. Dad just wants me to go by my real last name." harry told him, but it seemed after saying his name the boy stared in awe. Oh great, a fan of 'Boy who Lived' thanks a lot dad.

"So...So it's true, i mean do you really have the...the." the boy pointed to the forehead. harry forced a smile on his face, trying not to glare.

"Yeah..." he gritted out, Ron didn't seem to notice his strained tone. he showed his scar with a little bit of anger. The boy's eyes widen, Harry didn't seem to be bother by the fact this boy possible already knew. he's have to owl Bill on spells to read people's minds again. Using Britain's standards, as england told him, would get him caught. But with others from America it'd be hard to trace the magic back to him. Which is why he'd perform magic in Gravity Falls, the amounts of magic there was so great it was almost invisible to new-bloods AKA Muggles.

"Anything off the trolley dears?" a elderly woman asked, Harry smiled as he got up and looked at that sweets. Okay so years of being with New York and America didn't help stop his sweet tooth. He got some Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, cakes, and a Chocolate Frog. He gave some cakes to ron, well more so the boy took them. Rather rude, but Harry gritted his teeth from starting something.

He smiled as he had his Chocolate Frog, England would bring these all the time, he liked them the most. The Every Flavor Beans were something also England and Gravity had tried, they were rather weird to be honest. But Harry learned through trial and error what was what...most of the time. He blinked as he got Dumbledore.

"I've got about six of him." Ron commented, Harry furrowed his brow. He was not one to believe in chances or superstitious. But something about him getting this card meant something. But whether that be good or bad still remained a mystery. Then looked up hearing footsteps.

A girl with bushy brown hair and weird teeth walked in. She also had this glint in her eye, it was the same as he saw with Ron. harry frowned a bit, confused.

"Has anyone seen a toad?" she asked, "A boy named Neville has lost one.". Harry sighed as he got up.

"Where is this boy?" he asked, the girl looked shocked as a boy behind her looked at Harry. That must have been him.

"What's the toads name?" Harry asked with a real smile, something about this meek boy seemed to say he was trustworthy.

"Trevor." he told him with a weak tone, Harry raised up his hand as the toad appeared in him. he handed it to Neville who looked shocked.

"My dad and Uncle taught me lots of things." he said in a weird tone, possible mocking Bill, who knows. (*Evil Smile*) Ron and the girl looked shocked, Harry frowned, he could tell they were planning something in their minds. They must know something about his past to know he shouldn't know things like that. He looked to the side, he concluded to be more careful and tread lightly.

Harry after that gathered his things and quickly left to another compartment. No one dared to say a word. Neville hurried back to his compartment, and the rest of the trip for Harry was quiet, giving him for time to read in Journal 7. But he did make a note to learn more about this Neville boy, he could feel a strange magic connection, NOT like Soul Mates or that crap, but like a pact or a deal made with their families magic. If that was true, then he'd not be the one to break a deal on stupid reasons, otherwise he'd hear it from Bill for a century!

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