Honest to god, I desperately didn't want to write this. I've been sick and then I had a field trip for a special program that I'm in, so I missed essentially two days of school. I've had sooo much make-up work…. However, I stopped getting reviews and hits, so I knew that it had to be Thursday already. Which is, by the way, my new update day.
Also, I've been watching lots of Torchwood, which doesn't help me with all the "should be doing my schoolwork" stuff. The Torchwood stuff made me decide to think about deciding to think about making this a HP/TW crossover. PM me if you like the idea, or if you have experience writing that kind of fanfic so that you can give me some advice. BTW, I've decided to accept that a lot less people read HP fanfiction now than they did two or three years ago, so I'll stop review-whoring.
Disclaimer: If I owned it, it would have a LOT of Captain Jack Harkness in it.
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Recap:
Harry stared at the man unblinkingly and then proceeded to pay the man for his wand and walk out. Immediately, a scared Molly Weasley saw him and, suddenly furious, grabbed him by the ear and started dragging him towards the nearest Floo.
"Of all the stupid…reckless….ARRGH!"
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Harry lay in his room throwing a tennis ball at his wall. He had begun to wonder, recently, why he was acting like such a child in this life so far. He had never acted this immaturely, and it was making his eyes itch to do so. Deciding to roll with it, but try to act more mature as his body aged, Harry sat up and looked over at the clock that he had managed to scavenge from a radio set that Arthur had been playing with. Seeing that he still had three more hours before he was even due to wake up, let alone go to Hogwarts, Harry sighed and reclined backwards again, wondering why he was so excited to leave.
He hadn't been this excited about something in decades.
Thinking about that, Harry pondered on if his habit of being reborn periodically classified him as "immortal."
Voldemort would love this, he thought. The chance to seed world after world with his ideas, the chance to conquer each and every one he stepped foot on.
"Everybody! Time for breakfast, get down here!" a shrill voice screamed from two or three floors below Harry. Finally, he thought, a I'm going to Hogwarts.
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"What's that platform number again?" Molly Weasley asked her children. Harry had spent copious time thinking about that during his early childhood in his second life, why she would need to ask when she had been to the platform dozens of times. Hearing Ginny's excited response, he realized that it was for her children's benefit, and nothing more.
"Nine and three quarters!" the littlest Weasley piped up. Harry, ignoring them all, walked past and leaned against where the portal was. Falling through, he righted himself and started dragging his luggage to the train. Seeing an older year walking towards the entrance, having already deposited his trunk, Harry walked over to the boy and hunched over as if the weight of it all was too much for him.
"Sir, will you please help me with my trunk?" Harry pleaded, internally smirking.
"Of course, of course!" the boy said. "I'm Lee. Who are you?"
"Harry Potter." After he was done gaping, the older boy took Harry's stuff and, the second he turned around to start maneuvering it to the luggage compartment, Harry bolted around him and into the train.
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Harry chose himself a nice, spacious, occupied compartment and sat down with a smile. Turning to the nearest curvy blonde, he introduced himself as politely as he possibly could.
"Ello luv, I'm 'arry Pottah, pleased to meet ya."
He spent the rest of his trip smiling at pretty upper-classmen and basking in their admiring stares.
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There, a shorter chapter but not TOO bad. I never claimed to want to write long chapters. BTW, I'm looking for a beta. You will need to PM me to apply, you will need to be funny, and you will need to be available enough to do a chapter a week. Writing experience preferred. Results may vary.