A/N: Thank you as always for the favs, follows, reviews and thank you for voting on my poll.
CatWriter: Yeah, it is different, your ideas are pretty good but I've got to say, that isn't how it is. Dudley just got the wand because it was there, because it chose him. I'm sorry but I don't have a super interesting plot twist in the background, it is still a wand after all.
Penny is Wise: Thanks for your continued support. And yes that is exactly what I'm aiming to do. J But, sorry the walrus might make another appearance ;)
Spk: Thank you, It's what I'm aiming for, thanks for reviewing.
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CHAPTER SIX
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Harry Potter sits silently reading on his bed. In his new room, his aunt had decided Harry needed to move into a bedroom and as such had moved him in to Dudley's second bedroom. Dudley hadn't even made a fuss, Harry had been surprised by that, but with all that was happening, Harry hadn't really taken notice of it.
But back to his book, It was called 'The Tales of Beedle The Bard'. It was in what you could call, limited edition, 7 Galleons which Harry supposed was extremely expensive compared to other books he had bought that hadn't even reached a single Galleon. It was a great read though. Especially the last tale in the book. The Tale of The Three Brothers.
Harry had really enjoyed the story and read it multiple times, it wasn't long at all. He had been intrigued by it and wanted to learn more on Death, of the Three Brothers and most especially he wanted to learn about the Elder Wand. Surely it couldn't be better than his own wand. After all Ollivander had said. Harry resolved to ask Draco and shut the book throwing it into his trunk.
Ah yes, his trunk he remembered with a start. He was meant to be packing, after all. He and Dudley would be catching the train today. What was weird about it though was the platform, 9 ¾ it read on his ticket that he had acquired from Hagrid while going back to Privet Drive. It said the same on Dudley's ticket which had come through owl. It had shocked his aunt quite a bit when the owl flew in onto her shoulder, but she quickly took the letter and the owl had flown off.
Harry jumped off the bed. And then quickly grabbed everything he could to throw into the trunk. Everything would fit of course, he and Dudley had purchased Semi-Never Ending trunks. Which would take a very large amount of books and clothes and all manner of things yet still not be full, but whenever you wanted something it would fly to the top of everything else and you could take it away. So Harry didn't bother to keep it neat, rather he just started to play around aiming the clothes he had into the trunk from different corners of the room. His clothes, yes. That was another thing his aunt had done, before leaving Diagon Alley they had headed off to Gringotts and she had taken a large sum of Muggle money. Which she purchased multiple items of clothing for Harry and also for Dudley. She said that she wouldn't have her family looking bad.
Yes, she had addressed him as family, not a relative. Not a scavenging orphan. No she had addressed him as family. Harry still didn't think of her nor Dudley in such a close way but he found himself wanting to more and more every day. He found himself hoping that maybe things could be resolved betweeen all of them and maybe they could make a family.
After quickly throwing things from all around his room into the trunk, he shut it with a bang. Then he quickly got back to reading his books. He had just moved on to his potions book. That he found really interesting, more so than all the other subjects. Except charms, he felt a certain connecion to charms.
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Dudley was also reading, he was reading up on Transfiguration. His mother had told him to buy a lot of books other than those just for curriculum so that he wouldn't come into the wizarding world as a clueless freak, apparently there was a lot of predjudice. He was reading up on 'Animagus's'. And it was one of the most interesting things he had ever read. Admittedley, he did struggle a bit on language as not all the words were easy to understand , but he understood the basics of the fact that an animagus was something that shouldn't be attempted unless under supervision. Maybe they taught it at Hogwarts.
Dudley had already packed his trunk, not neatly mind you. But he had packed it in his excitement to go to let me tell you, he was excited, more than he had been for anything else in his life, he really wanted to go now but oh well, they would be off for Kings Cross in an hour or so.
Dudley was also playing around with this new to he had bought, Wizards Chess. He found it very amusing how the chess team were loyal to their own user and would help him with his moves, he hadn't played against anyone real yet but one time he would let the black chesspieces decide their own moves and he would play with the white pieces and the next go he would do the opposite. He was really enjoying the game, and it seemed like the chesspieces had taken a liking to him. They would often argue from the other sides of the board. Dudley found it quite funny. Actually he liked every single piece although he did prefer the black chesspieces as they seemed better. Except for one, he hated the white horse. It was the most annoying piece on the board and Dudley would make it his personal duty to get him off of the board as soon as he could. He was getting quite good, and not that he knew it because he hadn't played against a real person. He was going to be a fearfully good chess player.
Dudley was going to enter the wizarding world at least a little prepared. Yes, that is what he would do.
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The family are in a large taxi. A peugeout. Off to Kings Cross, the two young boys in the back, Harry Potter and Dudley Evans, fidget in excitement while the elder, Petunia Evans sit's in between the two. They're all reading. Petunia reads 'A Muggle Guide to Parenting Wizarding Children' by Beryll Willscott. The raven haired boy, Harry, reads 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' by Newt Scamander. The rather more large boy, Dudley, reads 'The Secrets of Wizards Chess: Guidebook One' by Canes Flint.
All three seem intensley interested in their books and as such they don't realised they've arrived at the station until the driver opens up the door and coughs quite loudly. Petunia mumbles an apology and passes him the money while ushering the children towards the station. The raven haired boy seems to be more reluctant to listen to her while the blonde is much more willing.
Petunia leads Harry and Dudley to the wall between platform 9 and platform 10.
"Mum, where's platform 9 ¾ ?" Asks Dudley.
"Look you two, all you need to do is run at the wall, that one right there. Don't worry, you'll go right through it, I remember from when I was a kid." She replies while pointing to the wall between the two platforms.
Dudley aims his cart towards the wall and runs without any restraint with Harry quite close behind him. Petunia sighs, happily though. At least Harry isn't the shy scared boy anymore, he would now talk to her sometimes and he would laugh and smile at the TV or at a book he was reading while she was there. These displays of emotion really meant something to her.
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express,eleven O'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, he and Dudley had made it through. Dudley was staring with awe at everything just like Harry was.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, "Gran, I've lost my toad again."
"Oh, Neville," he heard the old woman sigh.
A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.
"Give us a look, Lee, go on."
The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.
Harry pressed on through the crowd with Dudley trailing behind him until they found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first along with Sarseen and Gooley (Dudley's Owl) then started to shove and heave his trunk toward the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice he dropped it painfully on his foot. Dudley was doing much the same with his own trunk.
Petunia also saw the sights but she was quickly shocked when she noticed Harry and Dudley were no where to be seen. They must have ventured off on their own. She quickly rushed through the bustling crowd to get to Harry and Dudley.
She spotted them near the end of the platform slowly trying to get their trunks into a compartment and failing. She rushed up to them placing her hand on their shoulders.
"You boys shouldn't have run off like that, you don't know what could have happened. Now let me get your trunks into the compartment." She said, just as Harry shrugged her hand off of his shoulder.
Petunia helped them get their trunks into the compartment and gave Dudley a kiss atop the head. She went to do the same to Harry, but instead he just ducked away and gave her a small hug. It was very fast and quick but it meant everything to her. Maybe they were going to get somewhere.
Harry and Dudley entered the train and sat down in the compartment. Each on opposite sides of the table. An awkward silence filled the room.
"D'you wanna play a game of Wizards Chess Harry?" Asks Dudley
"Um…no, actually. Yeah…sure, why not." Harry says while Dudley quickly sets it out. He'd packed it into his sidebag to make lefe easier if he wanted to play.
Harry took white and Dudley took black. And they started their game. Dudley seemed to have some sort of vendetta against the white horse of Harry's and it was off the board within a few turns. Just like the rest of Harry's pieces were in a few more. Dudley was good, really good. His pieces cheered when the white king piece was taken out and the white pieces moaned about them not getting Dudley.
Harry challenged Dudley to another game and Dudley gladly accepted. He was better than Harry at something and it seemed like he was a lot better. Maybe he wasn't an idiot like some of his teachers had called him. Not to his face of course.
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They were midway through their fifth game when the train started to move. They paused to look out of the window where Harry's aunt, was still standing outside. They waved at her and she back, but Harry only waved once or twice.
As she faded out of sight the compartment door opened revealing a blonde haired, pale skinned boy.
"Hey Draco, come in." Says Harry
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A/N: Thanks for reading, next chapter will be the rest of the train ride, the sorting and maybe even the dorm rooms, but until the next chapter. As always go vote on my poll, it's only going to be up until the next chapter release. And it'd be great if you checked out my other fanfic 'Apus Malfoy' and please go check out 'The True Heir of Hufflepuff' he's a great writer.
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