Sorry for not uploading this yesterday. Once I got back from vacation things were a bit busy and I was really tired. Anyway I had to babysit pretty much all day Tuesday and Wednesday. I plan to post the next update on next Wednesday and get back into that loop. School is gong to be starting soon :( bummer. Anyway here is the next chapter. The italic font is taken from Harry Potter and The Sorcerer's Stone. I do not own anything!

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The ending of summer couldn't have come faster for Harry. Sirius had mailed him his school supplies with Hedwig, which Sirius considered as a birthday present. It didn't work though. Hedwig would always be the first gift ever given to him from Hagrid. Or maybe it was the second. Did the squished cake count?

Now Harry was waiting until he had to ask Uncle Vernon to take him to Kings Cross Station. It took a while but he finally got Aunt Petunia to admit that he was a wizard. Of course Dudley was in the dark. He thought that Harry was going to some prison school in Antarctica. Honestly Harry was amazed at what lies Dudley would believe. Who in their right mind would make a prison school in Antarctica? Speaking of which that would be a good place to make the new Azkaban. Harry made a mental note to deal with that later when he became an Auror again.

"Uncle it is time to go to Kings Cross Station so I can get on the train to my school," Harry said

"Why are you going to take a train?" Dudley asked. "If you're going to Antarctica shouldn't you take a plane or boat?"

Harry rolled his eyes. Dudley was stupid. "The train is taking me to the boat. Don't worry I'll become best friends with the penguins." Harry lied.

"Let's go boy," Uncle Vernon said gruffly and made his way out the door. Harry picked up the nice leather trunk sent to him by Sirius and skipped after his Uncle.

"I hope you get eaten by a polar bear!" Dudley shouted at Harry.

"Polar bears don't live in Antarctica! They live with Santa. They make the coal!" Harry shouted as he exited the house.

"They do?" Dudley shouted as the door closed.

Harry shifted a laugh. Dudley was so gullible.

The ride to the train station was silent. Harry was sitting in the back seat next to his trunk and cage. Hedwig seemed to remember him which made Harry wonder if she came back too or at least knew. Which would be weird because Hedwig was an owl and owls do not go back in time or do they? Then again Hedwig really was extraordinary.

After what seemed like hours they finally got to the train station. Uncle Vernon dropped Harry off and drove away. He didn't even wait to see if Harry got into the train station. Harry was greatly offended. He could have been kidnapped!

He walked into the train station and loaded his things onto a cart. The first thing he wanted to do was find the Weasley. He wanted to see them so bad even if they didn't know who he was yet.

Harry waited by platform nine and three-quarters until he saw the familiar sight of red hair.

"Now, what's the platform number?" Harry heard Mrs. Weasley ask.

"Nine and three-quarters!" piped Ginny and Harry let out a grin. It was nice hearing her voice. "Mom, can't I go…"

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quite. All right, Percy, you go first."

Harry watched as Percy marched through the barrier and disappears. It was then that he decided to make himself known.

"Did he just walk through that brick wall?" Harry asked pushing the cart up next to Ginny and pointing at the brick wall.

The rest of the Weasley clan jumped startled. They turned towards Harry with shock and slight traces of fear on their faces. The fear went away when they noticed Hedwig. Harry noticed that wizards seemed to think that if you had an owl then you must be a wizard too. That might not always be a good thing.

"Hello dear," Mrs. Weasley said with a hand against her heart. "You must be muggle born through the barrier is where the train is."

"You mean to tell me," Harry said. "That I can walk through that wall too?"

She nodded her head.

"Hmm," Harry muttered and walked towards the barrier. Slowly he put his hand down. It went through. He faked surprise. "My hand! It's gone." Then Harry grinned. "You put your right hand in," Harry placed his right hand into the barrier "you put your right hand out. You put your right hand in and you shake it all about." Harry continued on with the dance. "You put your butt in, you put your butt out, you put your butt in and you shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around. That's what it's all about."

Harry stopped and looked at the Weasleys. They were staring at him weirdly.

"Um," said one of the twins. Harry wasn't sure which one. "Are you okay?"

"Sorry," Harry said. "Use to be my favorite dance as a child. I would dance to it all the time when I was stuck in my room. Anyway I should probably get going."

The twins were grinning at each other. Mrs Weasley gave them a look that said don't you dare try it.

With that Harry rushed through barrier. He went towards the train and took his trunk out of the cart. He tried to lift it onto the train but his weak eleven year old body wouldn't let him. He stood there for a while. He was hoping that Fred and George would find him again and help him out. Curse his weak body. Finally they came.

"Need some help?"

"Yes," Harry replied.

"Fred get over here,"

"What?" Fred asked as he walked over. "Oh hey," he said as he noticed Harry. "You're the insane boy from the barrier. Nice dance by the way. Names Fred and this is my brother George."

"I'm not insane," Harry replied. "I was just in the mood to do the Hokey Pokey that's all. Nice to meet you. I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

"Harry Potter?" Fred asked.

"As in the Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived?" George added.

"Well I'm not exactly sure what you're talking about but I am living so I guess yes I am that Harry Potter," Harry replied shifting a smile.

"So do you like," Fred started.

"Actually have a lightning bolt scar?" George finished.

"Oh you mean this?" Harry said lifting up his hair. "Yeah, but I think of it more of a zigzag. Lightning sounds like I'm trying so hard to sound cool. In reality zigzag seems more natural. It just happened to zigzag into the shape of a lightning bolt. And besides don't lightning bolts sound evil? I've heard that Voldemort—sorry You Know Who— liked to create lightning storms. Me having a lightning scar just screams I approve to You Know Who doesn't it? And I for one do not approve of him. He killed my parents you know. Just entered my house one day. Didn't even knock. Shows his character doesn't it."

Fred and George stared at Harry. They had finished getting his trunk onto the train.

"Right," Fred said. He and George share a look.

Just then Mrs. Weasley called them over.

"Gotta go," George said.

"Have fun at Hogwarts," Fred said. "Hopefully you'll be in Gryffindor. Best house ever."

They left leaving Harry in the empty compartment. Harry looked out the window. There was one thought left on his mind as he waited for Ron to stumble his way into his compartment. Where was Sirius?

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Sirius, or as the professors thought he was, Lee Smith, was busy decorating his new classroom. He had taken down all the curtains on sight. He was pleased when he got an owl back from Dumbledore saying that he was hired for the History of Magic. Dumbledore was able to convince Professor Binns to retire. To say that Sirius Black was excited to be teaching History of Magic would be incorrect. He hated that class during his time at school. But in the end he was excited to be at Hogwarts and able to watch over Harry. Even if it had to be under the code name of Lee Smith. He was excited to see the look on Harry's face when Harry saw that he was here.. He stroked his fake blond beard. This was going to be an interesting seven years. Hopefully this time he won't die by drapery. He looked out the windows. The students would be arriving in a few hours.