Hi! Sorry for taking so long! I hope you find it nice. Now, to address some reviews... for everyone to understand.

Regarding Reviews

ReaderAZ: There would be two years between their ages if he had to grow the nine months to be ready to be born.

My response: Oops! Sorry! I forgot!

Impressionist: This rebirth ritual is ridiculous. It is more believable if Emmeline Vance just adopted Harry. But I like WBWL stories so I will continue reading for now unless I encounter another ridiculous scenario like this rebirthing ritual.

My response: I know that for some of you, this Rebirth Ritual is a little too far-fetched, but what you've got to understand is that to be a Zoldyck, you've got to be, well, a Zoldyck. Of course, a simple blood adoption will work wonders, no? Well, the Zoldycks aren't wizards, so there.

Latias876:Is it true that Killua has a split personality? And, oh yeah, when are going to start talking about Hogwarts?

My response: Well, Killua is generally more cheerful than his older brother, right? And he's an assassin right? You wouldn't really expect an assassin to be that cheerful right? Also, Killua hasn't yet shown his cheeky side yet, but the time will come.

Sonea66:I was wondering if Gon will be in this story? This seems to be before the Hunter Exams, but Killua, in Canon, did not learn Nen till after the Exams, if I am not quite mistaken? So does this story simply disregard HxH Canon? Or will there be an explanation?

My response: As I said so in my message to you, this is before the Hunter Exams, since Killua is eleven and he was twelve when he took the Exams. You're right again when you said that Killua never learnt Nen until after the Exams but since it seems that Killua's entire family except Milluki could use Nen, shouldn't they have taught that to Killua as well? Since he WAS their heir after all, I'm going to take it that he has already mastered Nen. In this story, I'll be putting it that Killua doesn't have any qualms about killing people as he does in Hunter X Hunter so he wouldn't have ran away. However, I may decide to change that after he meets people in Hogwarts.

So that's it for the reviews that need to be addressed. A HUMONGOUS thank you to ALL my reviewers for such AMAZING reviews! :) They really made my day! :)

An Interesting Train Ride

The weeks passed in a flash and before anyone knew it, it was time to go and board the train at platform 9¾. Arcane had been roughly woken up by his master first thing in the morning. And when I say 'first thing in the morning', I mean 'first thing in the morning'. The black serpent yawned tiredly and wondered how the eleven-year-old was able to wake up and be so energetic at such ungodly hours of the day.

All done. Kain, let's go. Here look, you can stay in my bag, Killua grinned at his familiar.

Master… Arcane groaned. Do you realise that it's only two o'clock in the morning? That's too early to be up. You should get more sleep, Master, this is not healthy.

I can go around three days without sleep, Killua said, I just want to see more of the magical world, that's all. Diagon Alley's great but I'm sure there's more than that in the magical world.

Good point, Master, Arcane said.

Oh, and another thing, Killua added.

What?

Why are you STILL calling me 'Master'!

A while (meaning five hours) later, Killua decided that Tom the Bartender must be up already so he dragged all his belongings – with Arcane sleeping in his backpack – down the stairs and found that not many people were up yet. Fortunately, Tom was wide awake and was busy cleaning the glass mugs at his counter.

The moment he spotted the silver-haired boy, Tom chuckled, "So you're up already, huh? You seemed like the type. Anyways, how can I help you?"

"I would like a breakfast of eggs and sausages, please," Killua said politely. It didn't matter that his mother was an assassin, Kikyo Zoldyck had emphasized a lot on all of her sons' manners and behaviour.

"Eggs and sausages, huh? Alright, go get a seat first."

Soon, Killua's breakfast came and he finished it off quickly, giving three out of five of the sausages to Arcane. After he was done, he approached Tom, asking for help. He had grown rather fond of the old man as he had done much to make Killua's trip to Diagon Alley pleasant.

"Tom, how am I supposed to get to Hogwarts?"

"Oh, you'll have to take the Hogwarts Express. To get to the Hogwarts Express, you'll have to take a train to King's Cross Station. There's a train station near here, just walk to your right. At King's Cross, you'll find platform 9 and 10. There's a brick wall between those two platforms. Run into the wall and you'll find yourself on platform 9¾, where the Hogwarts Express will be. The train leaves at 11.00 sharp. If you leave now, you'll have no problems."

"Thanks Tom," Killua grinned, "See again next year!"

With a parting wave, Killua left the Leaky Cauldron. The first rays of sunlight gently lit up the slightly dark-blue sky. Not many cars were driving on the road so Killua easily made it to the station Tom had been talking about. He loaded his luggage onto a trolley and rolled it around the station, quickly finding the supposed brick wall. So, he thought, I'm expected to fling myself at this seemingly solid wall? Well, it's not the craziest thing I've done.

He pushed the trolley a few metres from the wall and got ready. He pushed the trolley and broke into a run towards the wall. Killua barely flinched as he phased right through the wall and entered platform 9¾. There were very few people there and Killua only counted two others. He carried his heavy trunk with ease and made his way to the very last compartment of the train. He brought it into the compartment and sank to the seat, idly watching as a few people streamed in from the barrier.

However, once it was nearer to eleven, wizards flocked to the platform like moths to a flame. Killua felt glad that he had set out earlier so that he wouldn't have to compete with such a crowd. Even so, he felt a little sad. So many students here had a family to see them off to school. Though Killua knew his family cared for him (well, except his older brother Milluki) he knew they wouldn't come to see him off like this. It just wasn't very Zoldyck like.

However, the one person in the throng of people that caught his eye was a red-headed boy with hazel eyes. David Potter. The crowd parted before him and let him and his parents pass with reverence. David strutted up to the train, his parents bidding him a goodbye. Because of Killua's extraordinary hearing, he could somewhat detect what they were saying.

"Goodbye darling," the mother smiled.

"Bye mum," David hugged her.

"We'll see you at Hogwarts soon David so stay out of trouble till then, alright?" His mother told him.

"Don't worry about that! You should have fun!" The father grinned mischievously.

"Bye then. See you at Hogwarts, mum and dad!" David beamed at them before walking into the train.

So, Killua thought. The two Potter parents are going to be my teachers. That's interesting.

With that, Killua took out his charms textbook and started reading. The more he learnt the better. The spells were interesting and could come in very handy during his assignments. Such as the Alohomora spell which was used to unlock doors, provided that they had not been bewitched and Killua doubted that most of his targets would be wizards and witches.

On the third page, he was interrupted by a voice, "Hello, is anyone else sitting here?"

Looking up, Killua spotted a boy with black hair. His aura showed a boy who was very shy and timid but had a strong sense of loyalty and courage that could be brought out, if influenced correctly.

Killua smiled kindly. He did not mind this sort of people though he did get rather impatient with them due to their shyness. "No, you can sit if you like."

"Thank you," the boy smiled gratefully. He heaved his trunk and placed it next to Killua's before taking a seat opposite Killua. "I'm Neville, by the way. Neville Longbottom."

"Nice to meet you Neville," Killua said, before hesitating. Neville seemed like a person he could be friends with, he didn't really know, he never had any friends before. Yet would Neville want to be friends with him, after he found out about his heritage? That was another story. Finally reaching a decision, he continued, "I'm Killua, Killua Zoldyck."

Neville took out his hand and waited for Killua to shake it. Killua did so, smiling slightly. "So," Neville said, "What house do you expect to be in?"

"House?" Killua asked, mystified.

"Oh, wait, are you a muggleborn?" Neville asked. After receiving a nod, he continued, "That explains it. Well, there are the four Hogwarts Houses – Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Gryffindor is supposed to be the house for the really brave people. Well, mostly recklessly brave people. Hufflepuff is the house with the loyal and hardworking group, Ravenclaw is the one with all the smart students and Slytherin is for the cunning, I think. But most people hate Slytherins. Just because of one particular Slytherin that went beyond bad called you-know-who."

"Oh, you mean the guy David Potter supposedly defeated?" Killua asked. He had read and found out a bit more on David Potter and to say that he was impressed was the joke of the century. He was impressed with neither David nor Voldemort. All Voldemort did was use a curse to kill people. So what? The supposed 'Dark Lord' knew nothing of the great art of the kill. There's a reason why people hired assassins, you know. It's just like saying that anybody could be an assassin if they just pick up a gun and start going all 'BANG', 'BANG', 'BANG'. They knew nothing of the art of assassination and clearly, neither did Voldemort.

"Supposedly?" Neville asked. "Why would you say that?"

"It's just that there were no eye witnesses or anybody who saw it. They just assumed things. How do they really know that David Potter really killed Voldemort?"

Neville gasped and stared at him. "What?" Killua asked.

"You said you-know-who's name!" He gaped at him.

"Yeah so?" Killua asked. "That's ridiculous! Why are you all so scared of his name, for crying out loud! It's just a name."

"Yeah," Neville said. "That's what Gran says too."

"Then why don't you call him by his name?" Killua asked.

"Not many people call him by his name. I just thought that I would fit in better if I didn't as well."

"I don't care," Killua said. "People who can't learn to get over saying the name are people I consider not worthy to meet. Unless they can at least be willing to try and say the name, I'm afraid there's no spot for respect for them in my heart. What house do you think you'll be in?"

"I already have a house," Neville said. "It's Gryffindor. I'm a second-year."

"How's it?"

"It's fine, but I've never really made any friends in the house. Most of them just want to be friends with David Potter, except for one guy in my year called Ron. He's alright, I guess. He talks to me and helps me sometimes but he wouldn't really be called my friend. You're my first."

"So are you."

Neville shot him a quizzical glance, "But you seem like the type to have lots of friends."

"Not really," Killua admitted. Perhaps it had something to do with his entire family being assassins? "What's David Potter like? He looks really arrogant."

"He is," Neville confirmed. "He's not really nice most of the time, I think it's because the fame has gone to his head. But he can be kind sometimes, though rarely. He's not good at his studies, though."

"That's sounds twisted. He is a jerk yet he can be kind. He is the supposed wizarding saviour yet he's not good at magic."

"Neville! There you are? Who's that?" A new voice said. The speaker was a red-haired, lanky and incredibly freckled boy.

"Killua," Neville said. "This is Ron. Ron, this is Killua Zoldyck."

"Nice to meet you mate," Ron nodded as he took a seat. "Sorry, I needed to get out of the compartment I was sharing with my brothers. David Potter came over. He's a friend of my older brothers, Fred and George, because their all jokester-like. But I don't like him. He's a jerk."

"Glad to know we share the same sentiments," Killua said wryly.

"You're a first-year, aren't you?"

"Well yeah."

"Well then, a little piece of advice, don't join Gryffindor."

"I thought it was your house?"

"Yeah well," Ron said, "You'll have to deal with David and most of the other idiots who hero-worship him. Also, try not to join Slytherin. It's the house of Hogwarts other greatest git, Draco Malfoy."

"I am not a git, Weasley," someone sneered from the door of the compartment. Before he even saw him, Killua knew he didn't like him. Draco Malfoy stood at the door, flanked by two enormous 'bodyguards'. He reminded Killua a little bit of a ferret, with his pale face and almost-white blond hair.

"Ron! Mum told us not to get into fights," Two much older twins – whom Killua assumed correctly as Ron's older brothers because of their close resemblance and the way they referred to their mother – walked up behind Draco, accompanied by none other than David Potter.

David glared at Draco. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" He demanded to know.

"I should be asking you that exact same question," Draco sneered. "Wouldn't it ruin your image if you were to be seen with people like Longbottom? People who don't even deserve to be in the house that the Sorting Hat put them in?"

That was going a little too far, as far as Killua was concerned. Before he or Ron could do anything, David said, "That's true, but I asked that question first, so you better answer!" He made a move to punch Draco but one of Draco's bodyguards deflected the attack.

By now, Killua was getting really irked. "Get out," He hissed at the six people who looked ready to brawl it out.

"What did you say?" David demanded.

Killua put on his coldest death glare and stared hard at the six boys, sending shivers running down their spines. "I said, get out. Now." He whispered again in that same soft but deadly tone, sending a warning. This along with his icy glare was enough to make the six boys forget about fighting each other and close the compartment door, running back to their own compartments. Pathetic, Killua sneered.

He turned back to his two dumbstruck friends who just stared at him. Finally, Neville broke the silence, "How did you do that? Only the teachers are able to shut up and scare away David Potter!"

Ron nodded, "You're amazing!"

"Thank you but it was nothing. They were fools and were easily intimidated – no offense to your brothers Ron – they wouldn't survive long in the real world." Father could do better though, Killua thought. They would've jumped off the train in hopes of getting away from him.

Thanks for reading it and please review! Also, I would like to clear this up. Fred and George are NOT bad people. Their just friends with David (not really THAT close), hate Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle and went to go find their brother.

Thanks and please review! :)

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