"Okay, Cubs. Got everything? Trav, you got your inhaler?" Barbra fussed over the four of them. "Mamá, mamá, tenemos todo, ¿de acuerdo? Travis tiene su inhalador, Drake tiene su heno, Y yo y Percy tener nuestras píldoras. Su va a estar bien." Harry re-assured his mother in Spanish. All four of the boys could speak a few languages, but Spanish was the one they were most familiar with.

(Translation: Mom, Mom, we have everything, right? Travis has his inhaler, Drake has his hay, Percy and I have our pills. It's going to be okay.)

Barbra sighed but nodded. "Alright, catuli. But be careful" The four climbed onto the train and found a compartment in the middle. As the train pulled away from the station, all four boys sighed sadly. They would miss their Mother. Sure, she wasn't their real mother, but she looked after them, took care of them, and raised them to be who they are today.

Just then, a knock at the door pulled the four out of their musings. Harry stood with a sigh and opened it. "What?" Harry never really was one for manners... There was three boys stood at the door. Two were quite clearly the thirds bodyguards. "My name is Draco Malfoy. Now get out my compartment." Harry snorted. He turned to look at his brothers as if to say 'Can you believe this guy?' before stating clearly "If you want to sit with us if you want, but we're not moving." The boy seemed confused, as if he was used to everyone laying down for him to walk all over. "Uh, no. You guys will leave." Harry snorted as if that was funny "No, We're not." The pale-blonde kid (Harry wondered if he was Elf, or perhaps Sphinx) sniffed. "Fine, We'll sit with you." Then he pushed past Harry and into the compartment. Luckily, all four had hidden their Mutant-ness so they wouldn't get stared at. Percy was splayed out on one of the benches. Travis was lying across Drake's legs with his back propped up on the wall. Harry shoved down Percy's legs and sat down. Percy just put his legs back up on his legs. "Where am I going to sit?" The boy, Draco, asked. Travis moved so his legs were folded against Drake's. Draco took a seat and Travis promptly put his legs onto his lap. Percy was chewing gum, as he often did. Harry smirked at Draco who was looking at Travis' legs with disgust.

A few hours later, another knock came at the door. "Move your legs, Perc." Percy huffed but did so. Harry stood and opened the door again. "What do you people want?" It was two people, a boy and a girl. "Is Ryan Potter in there?" The boy asked, sounding almost angry. "Uh, as if I'd let that... Idot... sit in here." He clearly had some choice words he wanted to use but refrained. He already owed the Swear Jar £20. He couldn't afford to owe it any more. The boy looked even more irritated and stalked away. "Ooookay then" Harry went and sat back down.

*~TimeSkip~*

When they arrived at Hogwarts, Travis was asleep, Drake was almost asleep, and Harry and Percy were engaged in a battle of insults.

"Creep" Percy stated.

"Freak" Harry said with a smile.

"Uh... Goth!" Percy knew Harry hated being called a Goth. Harry growled slightly.

"Nerd" Harry knew that Percy hated being called a Nerd almost as much as Harry himself hated being called a Goth.

"Ooh... Catboy"

"Batman. Or, Batboy, since you can hardly be considered a man" Harry smirked. Draco watched with a mild fascination.

"Burn. Okay. You win" Percy accepted defeat as Harry did his little victory dance. They all had one. Harry's consisted of moving his hands in circles while swaying side to side. Why he did this, Harry did not know. It wasn't as weird as Travis' though.

They climbed off the train after changing into their robes. They really should have done it before. Aw well, can't change the past. A huge man was making his way towards them yelling "Firs' years this way!" The four shrugged and followed the man whilst whispering among themselves. Suddenly, Harry felt a huge wave of Homesickness. He suddenly wanted his Mother. He wanted her warm hugs, her kind words, her smile. He wanted her protection. Above all, he wanted her re-assurance that she still loved him even if his first family didn't. Percy wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "You okay?" Harry shook his head and buried it into Percy's shoulder. His small frame shook with sobs. After a few minutes he had gotten over it and they had to run to catch up to the others and quickly dived into Travis and Drake's boat.

"When I call your name, you will come and sit on the stool. Abott, Hannah" Alphabetical, then. "Drakey, lucky you. You get to choose the house for us" Harry patted his back. Finally, it was their turn. "Capton, Draconics" The three others sniggered. Drake glared but walked up to the stool.

*~Drake POV~*

I sat on the stool and the hat dropped onto my head. A voice whispered into my ear. "Ah, a hard on, you are, aren't you? Hmm... You'd do well in Gryffindor but it doesn't suit you... Ravenclaw is out, as you have street-smarts, not textbook smarts. Hufflepuff is also out. You are loyal to the end, but you wouldn't fit in there." I sighed. "Just put me somewhere We'd all fit in." The hat hummed. "Well, the choice is all in your head... Better be SLYTHERIN!" The hat cried. I looked at my brothers who were cheeringI swore he heard Percy whistle. I took a seat at the green-clad table.

*~Harry's POV~*

"Capton, Harrison" Travis and Percy both laughed, and I saw Drake do the same. I rolled my eyes and stepped up to the stool. The hat fell over my eyes and I shifted. The Hat whispered into my ear. "Ah, yes, you want to be with your brother, don't you? This is an easy choice then. SLYTHERIN!" Harry pulled the Hat off and ran over to sit opposite his brother.

*~Percy POV~*

"Capton, Percious" I didn't even bother to roll my eyes as I sat on the stool. "Another easy one. SLYTHERIN!" I took my place next to Harry. Finally, it was Travis' turn.

*~Travis' POV~*

"Capton, Travis" I was the only one who didn't have a shortened name. I sat down and the hat immediately called out "SLYTHERIN" Well, okay. I sat down next to Drake.

MEHH THIS IS 1,306 words are you proud yet? Anyways, thanks for reading