DISCLAIMER

Last I checked, I'm not a humongous-ly rich blonde Brit. I'm a broke-ass brunette, student-waitress paying for a room in Canada with an unhealthy obsession with Harry Potter. Thus, I do not own the franchise or the characters, sadly.

You're going to see me on breaks, btw -.-zzz

Arriving at Kings Cross at 10:05 AM, the pair strode towards platform 9 ¾. Along the way, a couple called out to them. Morpheus attempted to ignore them but upon seeing the huge trunk on the trolley the man was pushing, he stopped, Briseis standing primly beside him.

"Good morning." The woman greeted me with an outstretched hand. "I am Helen Granger. This is my husband, Richard, and our daughter Hermione. She's going to Hogwarts as well." Beside her, a small bushy-haired girl waved excitedly.

Smiling at the young one's enthusiasm, Morpheus gave her a small wave. He then took Helen's hand, turned it over, and kissed her knuckles, which elicited a faint blush from the woman and an amused expression from her husband. "Morpheus III of the House of Bythesea. Nice to meet your acquaintance." He said as he held his hand for Richard to shake, who took it and gave a firm shake. "This is Maria Briseis Viola, my daughter." With her introduction, Briseis performed a small curtsy.

Jumping on her heels in wonderment, Hermione blurted. "Wow! You're like Mr. Darcy."

Quirking an eyebrow at her embarrassed parents, "Aren't she a little too young to read that?"

It was Richard who replied to him with an abashed grin, "Unfortunately, the library shelves for restricted materials aren't high enough for our little bookworm. We eventually bought her the child-friendly version."

"I see." Morpheus mused.

"Is the magical world like the book, Mr. Bite-see?" Hermione queried, eagerly.

Chuckling, he replied, "In more ways than one, my dear. And I do have to remind you that we have the statute of secrecy." The twinkle in the girl's eyes never diminished even though she was wringing her hands sheepishly from being lightly reprimanded. "Perhaps we needed to go to the other side to continue with our super-secret conversation." He said to Hermione with a wink, making her giggle. She then proceeded to skip toward Briseis and the two hit it off instantaneously, to their parent's mutual delight.

"Sorry about that," Richard said as they pushed side-by-side their daughter's trunks. Helen was staying behind the girls to keep a closer eye on them. "Hermione is a bit curious, is all."

Morpheus chuckled once again, saying, "No harm done. My girls are the same."

"Girls?" Richard asked.

"Briseis and Princess. Unfortunately, my youngest couldn't come over yet as she is in the middle of her school term. How about you? Just Hermione?" Morpheus inquired.

"Yep. Just Hermione." Richard confirmed with a sigh. "About our introduction, we didn't know that there was a custom. I apologize if we have offended you."

Morpheus gave the other man a light clap on the back as he said. "Again, no harm done. It was also a force of habit on my part. Bythesea is a Noble and Ancient family. We were drilled from infancy on how to act."

Richard's eyes widened. "Y-you're a Lord! Forgi-"

Morpheus interrupted him, gesturing his hands in a repetitive crossing-down action, "No foul. No foul. I'm one of the most non-conforming Lords in our society. More so since I am a squib."

"Squib?"

"I was born without magic."

Richard looked more shocked and stared gaping at Morpheus, who merely shrugged. "I got lucky and won the normality lottery. No purebloods have ever seen Queen on stage."

"Really?" Richard said, amused. "I'm more of an AC-DC fan, myself."

"As am I!" Morpheus beamed.

Before the men could start their fan-boy exchange, a thin boy with messy hair and large wiry glasses that's been taped on one side had accidentally bumped his trolly on Richard's. A large man with a sadistic smile followed him.

"S-sorry." The boy apologized, looking panicky.

"No worries, son. Where are you going in a hurry?" Richard asked.

The boy looked hesitant and darted his gaze to both men and his companion. His demeanor relaxed a little when he saw the trunks the men were pushing on the trolly.

"Ah, my nephew's being reckless again." The walrus of a man tutted and proceeded to gloat. "The runt was scammed to go to Platform 9 3/4, but there ain't one here is it?" He opened his hands and tauntingly shook his head. The man made both fathers want to throttle him, but they didn't want to create a scene, instead, they proceeded to scrutinize him disdainfully.

"I am Vernon Dursley, Director of Grunnings, by the way." He held out his hand pompously for the men to shake, which none of them took.

"Dr. Richard Florence Granger, St. Michael's Board of Director, Dental Department Head, and co-owner of Granger-Granger dental firm," Richard replied stiffly, responding to his blatant power-play.

Morpheus smirked inwardly and eagerly joined the game, "Lord Morpheus Proteus of the Noble House of Bythesea, owner of several charitable foundations, Juris Doctor, consultant to Tony Stark and Obidiah Stane, CEO of Bythesea Entertainment and Enterprises, servant of The Crown, and father to an amazing and gifted witch with a rare attunement with nature."

Vernon Dursley openly gaped at the powerhouse the two people before him are. Richard tried not to do the same upon hearing his companion's elevator pitch. Helen, catching the gist of the conversation, succumbed to her mischievous nature and jumped to the opportunity at hand. "I'm sure it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dundy." She chirped, deliberately botching his name. Linking her arm to her husband's, she introduced herself, "Dr. Helen Granger, servant of The Crown, cosmetic dental surgeon, co-owner of Granger-Granger dental firm, head of several women's foundations, model, designer and co-owner of Herman and Helen creations and cosmetics, and also a mother to a bright little witch."

"I'm that bright little witch!" Hermione piped in beside her mother, bowing in a mocking curtsy. "Hermione Jean Granger. I'm just me, but I know I will beat my parents in the future. This is Mr. Bite-see's daughter, Lady Presumptive Maria Briseis Viola of the House of Bite-see, heir apparent to the Bite-sees, and a herbology prodigy!" Briseis then proceeded to her own mocking curtsy.

The small group tried hard not to laugh at the man's floundering. They noticed that the skinny boy was also trying not to. Then abruptly, the walrus stopped and started to get purple. "Freaks!" he shouted as he pointed his hands accusingly at them. Thankfully, despite their game of who's more powerful than who, no people were around to witness it. A bobby and a conductor approached them upon hearing the shout.

"What's going on here?" the bobby asked sternly. He is almost seven feet tall, muscular, with a tan complexion. Upon seeing the Granger couple, a flash of recognition showed on his face. "Ricky! Helena! How are you? Where's Minnie?"

Hermione rushed forward and hugged the bobby's leg, making him stumble a bit with a laugh. "You've grown so big! It's only been a year since I last saw you."

"Two years, Uncle Gustavo." Hermione corrected, then proceeded to cross her arms with a pout. "You didn't go to my birthday!"

Squatting down to Hermione's level, he sighed, "Oh how time flies! Sorry pumpkin, Uncle Gustavo will make it up to Minnie by saving up for her quinceanera!" Hermione squealed and hugged him again by his neck, which almost made them both stumble to the ground.

"Oh Gus, you don't have to." Helen chided.

Gustavo scoffed as he detached the bundle of excited frizz from him. "I'm merely doing godfatherly duties for my wife. Bless her soul." Standing straight, he looked at Hermione's face again and said, "Now, princesa, Uncle Gustavo will be returning to work, si?"

"Si, Tio Gus." She beamed.

Gustavo graced her with one last smile and with a snap, his work face was on. Looking towards the walrus, he started with a raised eyebrow, "Now, what seems to be the problem?"

The man merely glared at the cop and faced his nephew, "Don't bother calling me when you can't find the station, boy." Abruptly, he stomped off, ignoring the conductor's calls.

With a sigh, the aged conductor faced the messy-haired boy and said, "Can I help you with your train, young man?"

The boy hesitantly look around him. "Y-you see, s-sir. I-I think there may have been a mistake." He stammered.

The old man merely gave him an understanding smile. "You're muggleborn?" He asked to the shock of everyone. He chuckled, "Working for so many years in this station would surely give you loads of surprises, lad. I assume all of you are heading towards there?" He asked the group in general, and was met with nods.

"I don't think you'll have a problem as Lord Bythesea is with you. Or would you prefer an escort, my lord?" He asked.

Morpheus merely smiled and replied, "I think we can take it from here."

The man nodded. "Okay. Safe travels to the little ones and please send my regard to your mother, my lord. She knows me as Beck. A persistent lass she was. Always hounding me with muggle questions." He stared off to the distance before bowing slightly and saying goodbye.

"I didn't think we'd go all out on that power trip. I do have a lot more under my belt." Richard joked, making everyone else smirk and laugh.

"Who said I went all out?" Morpheus grinned, making the Granger couple shake their head in amusement.

"9 ¾?" Gustavo asked them shortly.

The parents shifted and the children looked away. "Hermione's magical?" he asked, to the surprise of the other adults.

"Yes, Uncle Gustavo." Hermione replied shyly, her head bowed.

Gustavo laughed and lifted the girl in his arms, twirling her once, eliciting a squeak from her. "Oh, how my Bea would love to see you off. She's magical too. A muggy born."

"Muggleborn," Hermione corrected.

"Yeah, that." He sighed as he let her down. "I'll send you some of her old school stuff on Christmas."

"Really!" Hermione gasped.

"Yep." He nodded. "Better go on now, or you'll miss the train." He urged the group to the wall between platforms 9 and 10.

"Bye, Tio Gus!" Hermione waved after the cop said his goodbyes and went back to his patrols.

"How convenient," Morpheus commented as they faced the wall.

"You'll never know whom you'll meet in the train station." Helen beamed, "I once met both of my exes at the same time once. It was awkward. Moreso that my husband was with me."

Morpheus flinched in second-hand cringe. Clearing his throat, he began, "Now, who wants to go first?"

"Me!" two little feminine voices chimed together.

"Since it will be Hermione and – sorry I missed your name, son." He said, turning to the shy boy they picked up.

"Harry, sir. Harry Potter." He answered self-depreciatingly.

Before his daughter would react, he clapped his hands together, which silenced Briseis and, Hermione, too. "No business of us diving into his history, Briseis." He chided his daughter. Hermione got the hint and settled to wringing the handle of the trolley.

"Okay. Where was I?" He feigned. "Ah! Since it is Hermione and Harry's first time, I think it would be best if we go two at a time. Helen, would you be all right with going with Briseis first?"

Helen shook her head and skipped beside Briseis, holding the handle with her.

"So, what you will do is run straight to the wall. Don't hesitate. You will go through, just keep your hands on the trolley." He instructed and Helen nodded. On the count of three, the first pair passed through the wall. A few seconds later, Richard and Hermione followed suit. Then he and Harry.

On the other side of the platform was a brimming crowd of people; parents attempting to control their wards, children mulling and running about and a few pets escaping from their pursuing owners. They wove through the crowds toward the last compartments. Getting on one, the fathers hauled the children's trunks into one empty compartment, Helen keeping an eye on the young ones. Once everything was settled inside, the parents accompanied the children in.

"Everything good, so far, kids?" Morpheus asked.

"Yes, papa!" Briseis exclaimed.

"Yes, sir." Both Hermione and Harry chimed in.

"We can still stay here for a while. The train leaves in –" he brought his left arm up and checked his analog watch for the time. A slight flinch from the boy was not left unnoticed by the adults in the compartment. "20 minutes."

The girls cheered and Harry smiled brightly.

"Any questions?" He asked the group in general.

Hermione shot her hand up, making everyone chuckle and giggle.

"Yes, Hermione?" He encouraged.

"How will we get sorted? I read all my books, but there was no mention of it in any of them." She asked.

Briseis giggled again and answered the question, "I asked Nana the same question. She only told me that it is something that is best left experienced."

Hermione pouted, amplifying the compartment's amusement.

"Can you tell us something about Hogwarts?" Helen asked.

"Hogwarts is a school founded by Godric Gryffindor, Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, and Helena Hufflepuff. The four Hogwarts houses were named after them, each with its own priced attributes. Gryffindor is the house of brave and chivalrous, Slytherin for the ambitious and determined, Ravenclaw for the intelligent and wise, and finally, Hufflepuff for the just and loyal. Each house had produced notable witches and wizards. Both for good and bad. Not one house is inherently good and inherently bad. Slytherin has the reputation of housing dark lords and ladies, but the supposed tamest house of Hufflepuff had also produced quite a number of dark witches and wizards throughout history. Not all Ravenclaws are intelligent as well, and not all Gryffindors are brave and chivalrous. Recent evidence is of Sirius Black, whom I assume you know, Harry?" Morpheus asked the boy.

"No, sir." The enthralled boy shook his head.

"Huh? Surely your guardians have told you of your history, my boy?" He queried.

The boy merely shook his head, "Aunt Petunia is mom's sister. They told me my parents died drunk in a car crash and I was left on their doorstep."

Helen let out a horrified gasp and the older males looked at each other. Looking back at Harry, he asked. "I don't think this is a good place and time to tell you about this, son." He said to the dejected boy. Facing his daughter he said, "Briseis, would you kindly fill in Harry later the general belief of his history? Also, share with him Nana's theory of what really happened."

Briseis nodded gravely and proceeded to sit next to the boy. She tentatively reached out to him and having no opposition, she hugged Harry. He was stiff at first but sagged eventually. Hermione then rushed toward them into a three-way hug, tackling them further into the seat. The adults gave them a moment, then Morpheus continued to answer questions from Helen and Richard. The children were already engrossed in a get-to-know session among themselves.

The trio was soon joined by a shy pudgy boy named Neville Longbottom, brought by his undesirable granduncle, Algernon Longbottom. The poor boy has a worse case of low self-esteem than Harry, making Morpheus question British parenting. Eventually, the adults left the compartment five minutes to eleven. As they got out, a straggling crowd of redheads rushed towards the train and got in just in time. The remaining time was spent in amicable silence, each parent reminiscing their children's memories. Helen started to sob, and Richard pulled her close to him. The whistle blew one last time, the train groaning. Parents stood along the platform and waved goodbye to their charges as the train departed. Children were merrily waving back, eager for the start of term in their new home, Hogwarts.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Update a day later? Yay! Just got a bit too hyperfocus. Unedited will edit it later. Please R&R.

Unbeta-ed, thus errors are errors. I will not be having regular updates as I also have a life and writing fanfiction is not a paid job. Do check out some of my library readings for other AWESOME stories. I will update my bio accordingly for any reasons that would impede or progress my writing magic.

Til we will meet again in the next chapter.

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