Harry woke up in a stranger's bed. There was a smell of beer on the sheets and the mattress was as hard as rocks. The room was dark as the curtains and cramped. A pair of clothes lay on the bed. Harry was confused, disoriented, and most of all pissed.

How dare that Daniel Radcliffe guy do that to him!

After a few minutes of brooding, Harry got changed and started to explore. One door led to a closet, the next to a washroom. Finally a door lead to a hallway. Down the hallway was a big room. The room was the very same bar Hagord and Harry had to walk through to get to the 'magical' world. Harry looked around the room and found a familiar hairy brown mass in the corner. Harry sat across from his companion. He appeared more sober than usually, but that was changing quickly as he used alcohol as milk to his cereal.

"How was your morning?" Harry asked. "What happened after, you know."

Hagord grunted and got the bartender to bring a bowl and some milk over, "Ya meh af-er ya pase ou."*

Harry nodded.

"Weh ya we ou col, su me bat ya e roh ta say eh an go ah tis thangs oh tis soup-lie lis weh tha moan-ny Da-hal ga ya."*

"Thank you," Harry said. He poured himself some cereal and started eating, "Not for the food, its disgusting, but for everything else." After they were done the bartender came back to take their dishes and money.

Hagord made no sign of moving, "Me aim-age-ine ya ha queeze-stones."*

Harry did. "I thought you said I was famous, why did no one notice me? Why did everyone notice Daniel Radcliffe? Who is he? Who are the Movie-niers? Why were they all wearing sunglasses? Where those goblins twerking on that gold? I thought you said that was my gold!?"

Hagord sighed and looked around for more liquor, "So done. Me'll es-pain ah o ah. Jus oh ba oh, osay?"*

Harry nodded and Hagord did explain. He explained that the wizarding world was once at war with a group of muggles who thought they were superior and that magic was just little tricks. They thought they should replace the average wizard. A young Albus Dumbledore defeated them with his own group. Sadly people in that group thought they were superior to muggles and that all muggle-related things should be killed or burned. Albus Dumbledore then had to defeat them to save the magical and muggle world. After the magical world went crazy. They didn't know who to follow and many people tried to answer the call. Thier ways were extreme. One person was named Voldemort, but he was more of a monster, really. He changed the balance of the piece. Battles began. When the muggles realized the wizards were incapable of defending them, they sent the Movie-niers. The Movie-nier's every action is recorded and played for their supervisors, almost like a muggle movie, hence the name. They're like the muggle's watch dogs and secret army. The fight finally stopped one night when four babies were attacked.

"Ye we oh oh tem, Horry Poet-ter. Ah's tis we-son ye're fa-ous," Hagord said. "Ahs we pep-el e-her loe ye oe hah ye, tay're till frigh-tong oh-er woh tay thonk we-ally an-ed tis ar."*

"Then why did no one magical notice me?" Harry asked.

"Weh ye done hah an-a no-tis-o-boul fea-tahs. Us na oh ha-as sen-y ye an oh lang tie," Hagord shrugged.*

"Daniel was the another baby attacked," it was more of a comment than a question.

Hagord sighed, "eh."*

"Wait, that doesn't explain why the goblins were twerking over all of my gold," Harry said.

Hagord looked uncomfortable, "Weh, tie oh ga ye hum oh ye-er da-s. Tay'll ga an-ga eh ye-er go to-ot log." He got up and started walking away.*

"Hagord, tell me."

He kept walking.

"Hagord!"

Harry Potter wasn't much of a crier. He learned that much from his father Sam. 'Crying for wimps,' Sam would say. He was about as hard as steel. Max on the other hand, was anything but.

"My little baby's growing all up," Max sobbed at King's Cross train station. "Going off to a boarding school in Scotland. I don't even remember when you were at a normal school." He sneezed into Sam's neck.

"Max, he'll be ok. Remember he's got Hedwig to look after him-," Harry looks down at the family's owl. The big fat bird started back at him menacingly. "-and Harry?"

Harry looked at Sam. "If something happens like...like last time," Sam said, glancing around. "You'll punch them in the face right?"

Max slapped Sam on the chest, "He will do no such thing. Never resort to violence."

Sam winked at Harry, "Right."

Max rolled his eyes, "Unbelievable."

Harry watched his parents fight. It was always funny when they did. Even if he'd never admit it to them, his going to miss them a lot. He wasn't sure of this new 'secret' world. He knew that once he stepped on the train, he'd be suched in to it, his whole life would change. It was a scary thought.

Harry turned impatant, "Guys I got to go." They insisted on one last hug and picture. Max said they should take one each year, like an annual thing. Sam said that was stupid, but he had a smile on his face and mist in his eyes.

Harry grabbed his travel case and owl. He didn't look back, just kept walking, looking for the right Platform. When Harry couldn't find it after a few minutes of looking, he went to a person that looked like they worked there and told him his problem.

"Well," the man in the blue cap said. "That's because the train you're looking for doesn't exist anymore."

Harry's mouth fell open.

"Oh, don't worry. Theres a train that leads...to...the...exact...same...place," He said touching Harry's nose at each word.

Harry hated being treated like a child.

"Its right over there," the man said pointing to an average looking trian. "Have a safe trip and a good day."

Harry went and got on. The front of the train had compartments that looked like they needed to be reserved ahead of time. The back had rows of seats, Harry sat down and put his bag and bird next to him.

The bloody bird was staring right at him still. Harry shivered. Harry never knew what he did wrong to ruffle its white feathers.

The evil bastard.

A noisy bunch of redheads shuffle into the row in front of Harry. There was four of them. They all had freckled faces and seemed related. Two people that were identical were mocking the youngest of the crew. The eldest of the group was trying to calm things down. Harry ignored them. The train started moving and the last few people were settling down. A man was making his way down the aisles. He was official looking and was asking for tickets.

Harry froze. He completely forgot. Harry started searching his pockets just to make sure. Nope no tickets, Harry thought, your a fucking idiot.

The people in front of Harry got up and was making their way down the aisles to the back of the train. One of them caught Harry's eye, "Hey you not have a ticket?"

Harry nodded.

He smirked, "Come with us." Harry got up and walked with them. The group made their way to the back of the car.

The eldest brother counted to three on his fingers and opened the door fast. They rusted through and could hear distantly someone yell, "Wait! Your not allowed to go back there while the trains moving!"

Harry and the brothers laugh. They make it to the caboose without being caught, but they could hear the attendants right behind them. They went to the back of the car. The train was still moving and it was windy outside. Harry's hair was flying everywhere.

"What now?" Harry said. exhilarated.

"Now this," the youngest locked the door. They were stuck.

"What the frick-frack? What's wrong with you? We can't get in," Harry was tugging at the door.

They just laughed and started climbing a ladder on the side of the train. Their nuts, Harry thought. He looked at the people trying to open the door, then at the redheads climbing the roof of the train, behind him at the King's Cross Station. It was a speck now, a distant memory.

"Bye Dad and Da," Harry whispered a tear trickling down his cheek.

He grabbed onto the ladder and hauled himself up. I'm nuts, Harry thought as the wind hit him with its full force. It was so intense that Harry had to drop down to his belly and crall. He went as fast as he could.

Harry finally saw the odd family climbing back into the train through a window. He followed suit. It put such a stain on his muscles that he almost fell down on the tracks. But the thought of being crushed under countless turning wheels just kept him going.

Harry slipped through the window and sat down on a cushioned seat. They appeared to have climbed up the train to a compartment. All the red devils were laughing and high fiving each other. Harry joined in.

Someone slede the door to the compartment open. It was a girl. She had light brown hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, high cheekbones, and looked around his age, "What the hell are you people doing in my compartment?"

Harry blushed. He hasn't see that many girls in his life. Most of the time Harry's been surrounded by the male gender. He thinks back to what that dirty teen said outside his closet door. Stop that! Those are bad, bad thoughts, Harry said to himself. Harry's companions meanwhile, were trying to think of a good excuse.

"Uh, hello. Is this your compartment? Sorry, we were just looking. We're um, tourists. Tour-ist-s," One of the twins said. The girl wasn't impressed. There was noises down the hall. Everyone looked at her pleadingly. She glanced down the hall, then back at us, then shut the door behind her. She sat down; opposite to the redhaired boys and next to me.

"If you were trying to get away from the guards you could of just said so," she said dully. Her voice was bored and slow like nothing was exciting to her.

The eldest brother sat up straight, "Sorry. We thought you were one of those Movie-nier students. Since you even have a compartment."

"Oh no, I am one of those 'Movie-nier' students," the girl said. "The name's Emma."

"My name is Percy," the older teen said. "These are my brothers, Ron-" Percy pointed to the youngest looking bother. Ron had his eyes crossed and his tongue sticking out. Percy pointed to the two others, "-and this is-."

"Fred and George Wesley at your service," they said it at the same time and held out their hands.

Emma shook them, "So you are the famous Wesley's. Ok, cool. And you look familiar, what's your name?" everyone turned to Harry.

"I'm Harry," He said.

"You're not Harry Potter, are you?" Emma said. "I hate that guy."

"No..."

"You're just Harry," She says.

"Yeah, I'm just Harry," Harry Potter confirmed.

This is what 'Hagord' was saying:

*"You mean after you passed out?"

*"Well you were out cold, so I bought you a room to stay in and got all the things on the supply list with that money Daniel gave you."

*"I imagine you have questions."

*"Slow down. I'll explain all of that. Just one by one, okay?"

*"You were one of them, Harry Potter. That's the reason you're famous. Thats why people either love you or hate you, they're still fighting over who they think really ended that war."

*"Well you don't have any noticeable features. Plus no one has seen you in a long time."

*"Yes."

*"Well, time to get you home to your dads. They'll get angry if your gone too long."