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Chapter 2

September 1, and Harry was standing in the King's Cross station, looking around in confusion.

Were the wizards delusional or did they print his ticket wrong? There was no Platform 9 and 3/4. Only 10 and 9.

Walking past a group of redheads, Harry overheard the plump woman he assumed was the mother say softly, "What station was it again? I'm getting old, forgetting the station!"

"9 and 3/4, mum!" a small ginger girl chirped, eyes wide and begging, "Mum, can I please go? Even Ron's gonna be gone!"

"Enough, Ginny, you're not eleven. Just wait one more year," a tall teen with glasses said, voice haughty and a tiny bit snobbish.

Said girl seemed to deflate, pouting and sulking.

Harry leaned back. These definitely were wizards, but wasn't there another way of getting to the station without going through the nonwizarding station? He narrowed his eyes. He was famous, so maybe this certain family was trying to score an encounter with him. He scowled, but then, maybe he was just being paranoid.

Deciding to test the waters, he approached the family, flattening his hair over his scar, "Um, excuse me?"

The mother whirled around, and smiled warmly, "Yes, dear?" After spotting his owl and trunk, she nodded, "Hogwarts?"

"Yes, but I don't know how to get to the station," he admitted.

The woman's smile was friendly and pleasant. "Oh, yes, usually we'd be going through another gateway that usually moved around, but this year, it's temporary residence is too far for us to get there on time. It's okay, George can show you the way." She patted a tall ginger, who was standing next to another identical tall ginger.

Said boy gasped aloud, looking stricken, "Come on, mum! How can you even call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm Fred?"

The woman blinked, then scrutinized the twins. She finally threw up her hands in exasperation. "George! That doesn't work after a few times!"

"It worked ten times before," George muttered, mock pouting. Then he grabbed his trolley, and ran towards the brick pillar.

Harry blinked in alarm, cringing, expecting to hear a sickening crunch. But none came. Glancing towards the column, he realized that the boy had disappeared into the pillar.

"Go on, dear, just like how George did it," the mother urged.

Relieved and more trustful at the fact that there was a solid reason as to why they were at the nonwizarding station, Harry nodded and ran towards the pillar.

Closing his eyes as he rushed through to the other side, he slowed down, looking around the station.

He walked towards the train after thanking the red headed family. Finding a compartment, he stowed his trunk away, sitting back and reading one of the books he bought at Flourish and Blotts. He decided that in order to conquer this world, he would need to familiarize himself to this world. Wizarding and nonwizarding. Then, learn interdimensional transportation magic. But first, he needed loyal allies.

"Um, is anyone else sitting here?" the redheaded boy from the family asked, poking his head in.

Harry looked up, taking in the redhead's posture, expression and movements, calculating how useful he would be to him. To be truthful, this particular redhead didn't seem too useful. His twin brothers had more potential. But since they were family, he decided to give him a chance. "No, you can sit here if you want."

The redhead smiled sheepishly, "All the other compartments are full."

Harry nodded, and gestured for him to take a seat. The redhead thanked him, and hauled his trunk up onto the shelf and took a seat across from Harry.

"Name's Ron, Ron Weasley," he offered.

Harry nodded again, "Harry Potter."

The redhead's eyes widened comically, "You're Harry Potter? Can I see your scar?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, but before he could say anything, the compartment door opened, and two redheaded twins, the twins he wanted to create an alliance with, poked their heads in. "Hey, Ronnie, we're going to be up front with Lee; he's got a tarantula." They turned to look at Harry, "Oh, aren't you from the station? We never got your name. We're Gred and Forge."

"Harry. Harry Potter," Harry said, smiling amiably.

The twins' eyebrows shot up, and they grinned, "Nice to meet you, Harry, but we're off to see a tarantula. I daresay we'll see you at Hogwarts!"

Harry nodded, feeling satisfied with the twins' character.

After the twins left, Ron turned back to face Harry. "So can I see your scar?"

Harry leveled him a stare, "Why would you want to see my scar, something that constantly reminds me of my parents' deaths?"

Ron blinked, and then his face turned as red as his hair, looking abashed, "I-I'm really sorry, I never thought about that."

"Well, you should have, before saying that to me," Harry said unforgivingly.

Ron flushed, and hurriedly apologized. Harry waved off his apologies, "Just try to be more sensitive next time."

"Yeah, sorry," Rom said again.

"So how many brothers do you have? I remember seeing three beside you."

"Ugh," Ron groaned. "I have five older brothers. Most of them are fine, except for Percy. He's always going on about studies and this year, he's a prefect."

Harry blinked, "What's a prefect?"

"Oh, during your fifth year, two people from every house is chosen to be a prefect, where they sort of help professors maintain order," Ron explained, more comfortable.

"Ah," and Harry gestured for him to continue.

"And now, as a prefect, Mum's always going on about how her older children are such great role models," Ron grumbled.

Harry detected that Ron was slightly jealous of his outstanding brothers. "What about the twins?"

"They don't give a care to their studies," Ron grinned, "It really irks Mum, but they still are pretty amazing. Don't let them hear that."

Harry smiled, "My lips are sealed. And even if your mother wants you to be like your brothers, you will have your own specialties. You shouldn't be a younger version of your brothers; you should be yourself, and your mother should be happy with how you turn out." Jealousy. Envy. These would be Ron's downfall.

Ron turned the color of his hair, and muttered, "Er, thanks."

"Don't be jealous of someone you aren't because there are always people that are more talented in some areas than you. It's true for everyone," Harry said, remembering Kiko.

"I-I'm not jealous!" Ron protested, red.

Before he could say anything, the compartment door opened. A round faced boy poked his head in, "Um, have you seen a toad anywhere?"

Ron shook his head no. "Sorry," Harry replied. "Maybe you could ask the prefects to try summoning your toad for you."

The boy blinked, and flushed, "Oh right… Sorry for bothering you."

"It's fine! We all learn from our mistakes," Harry soothed. This boy was too insecure, but the level of magical power was high. High, but latent. "So what's your name?"

"Neville. Neville Longbottom," the round faced boy stammered out.

"Ron Weasley," Ron said, nodding his head in acknowledgment.

"Harry Potter."

"Really?" Neville exclaimed, eyes wide. "Uh, n-nice to m-meet you…"

Too insecure. "It's nice to meet you too. Maybe you should go to the prefects' carriage now, before you forget."

"R-right," and Neville was gone.

When the trolley arrived, Harry, who was still a kid, jumped up to see what sweets they offered. Ultear never let him eat too many sweets. Blinking at the variety of candy, Harry decided to try everything.

Carrying his candy back to the compartment, Ron raised an eyebrow, "Wow, hungry, are you?"

"A bit," Harry admitted. "And the fact that my sister never let me eat sweets. So why not splurge a bit?"

"Sister?" Ron asked curiously.

Oops. Harry shifted uncomfortably, "Well, yeah, my adoptive older sister."

"Oh," Ron nodded, not pressing any further.

Going back to the sweets, Harry examined each one, asking Ron for his opinion. "Hey, are these real frogs?"

"Nah, just enchanted to look real," Ron said, grinning as Harry grappled with one of the Chocolate Frogs.

After stuffing the frog into his mouth, Harry glanced at Ron, who wasn't eating anything. "Hey, Ron, you want some?"

Sitting up, Ron blinked, "Uh…"

"It's ok. I won't be able to finish all of this anyway," Harry grinned. "Anyway, why buy food if you're not going to share, right?"

Ron smiled tentatively, and took a Pumpkin Pastry. Harry turned back to the pile, and picked up a bag named Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Ron let out a chuckle, "Those are actually every flavor imaginable. Fred said he might've eaten a vomit flavored one." Plopping on into his mouth, the redhead gagged, "Uggh, booger flavored."

After a while of sharing the sweets and talking, the compartment door opened again. Draco Malfoy, the boy from Madam Malkin's, stepped into the compartment, with two new boys, who were both large and sturdy. They reminded Harry of Kain Hikaru, part of the Seven Kin of Purgatory along with Ultear-nee. "Hello, Draco," Harry said politely, ignoring the presence of the two sneering goons behind the boy.

Draco inclined his head, then took notice of Ron, who was scowling at the Malfoy. Family feud? Harry guessed. "Weasley."

"Malfoy," Ron snarled back.

Turning to look at Harry, Draco reached out with his hand. "I can help you make, ehm, better friends."

Arrogant. Way too arrogant. "Well, what do you mean by better?" Harry asked, staring into Draco's grey eyes, but resisting the urge to grab control of the boy's mind.

Unable to look away, the boy replied, "I can introduce you to people who come from better families."

"And what makes their families better?" Harry inquired.

"Their reputation, and their wealth," came the automatic reply.

"Really? That's what makes them better?" Harry scoffed, blinking and releasing Draco from the grasps of mind magic. "So they're still better if they don't mind stabbing me in the back? Real friends care about each other's personalities, not their family background. Friends care about the true you, not whether or not you have money. So if you think that friends should be wealthy and have prestigious families, not good personalities, then you can leave. I have no use for friends who will stab me in the back and betray me."

Draco froze, eyes wide, as if he was remembering what Harry had told him at Madam Malkin's. Ron's eyes were wide as well, surprised at Harry's outburst. It was clear that Draco was experiencing some turmoil in his mind.

After a while of silence, Draco straightened, "Well, Weasley, you certainly have one heck of a nice friend there."

Ron blinked, surprised at the lack of hostility in Draco's voice. "Oh, er, yeah, Harry's a great friend."

Looking at Harry, Draco gave him a small unsure smile, "Can we be friends?" Now, Harry could see an uncertain young boy who really didn't know anything but what his parents had taught him.

"You can have a seat here if you wish," Harry said, also extending the olive branch.

With a glance at the two heavy set boys, Draco took the seat that was offered to him. The boys grunted, and also sat. Ron's eyes were bulging out of his sockets, "Er, hello, I guess?"

Harry laughed, "So, who are the guys next to you, Draco?"

"Oh, this is Vincent, and this is Greg," Draco introduced, grey eyes not as cold as before, but more uncertain.

"So, what do you guys think Hogwarts will be like?" Harry asked, addressing all four boys in the compartment.

As they fell into a more comfortable area, Harry smiled. This was going great. Draco had a lot of potential. And the two boys, Harry sighed internally. Well, if they were the price to pay for Draco's alliance, it was worth it.

"Alright, four to a boat," the large man named Hagrid shouted.

Harry, Ron and Draco piled into one boat, while Vincent and Greg got into another, so that one of them won't be alone. Another girl with bushy hair got onto their boat. "Hi, I'm Hermione!"

Harry smiled back, "Harry Potter."

The girl's eyes widened, but before she could open her mouth, Ron spoke up, "I'm Ron Weasley."

"Draco Malfoy," came the slightly hostile reply. The girl blinked, looking a bit hurt. Harry elbowed Draco, and the blond boy straightened, "Ah, sorry, nice to meet you."

Smiling brightly again, Hermione started ranting about how she was trying to memorize all the spells she can, and how she was so nervous and excited about the Sorting. Draco grumbled slightly, but listened. Harry smiled internally. This was going well.

The castle really was something. It was huge, and the people who built this must have been architectural geniuses. It was beautiful, elegant and sophisticated.

The only thing was, the ghosts really freaked Harry out. He shifted closer to Draco and Ron, trying to be subtle. Draco smirked teasingly, "Scared of ghosts?"

"Shut up," Harry sniped playfully, but still inched closer to the others.

The large doors opened, and the first years were ushered into the Great Hall. Harry calmed his nerves, excited to see what House he would be in. Glancing around the hall, Harry took in the four table and the very distinct House colors. But how were they actually going to Sort them?

And suddenly, the hat on the stool began to sing. Harry raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Unexpected."

"Very," Draco agreed.

Sulking, Ron said, "And Fred told me that we were going to wrestle a mountain troll!"

Then the professor, Professor McGonagall, began to call the first years over to the stool. When Vincent and Greg were called, they were Sorted into Slytherin. Draco didn't seem nervous, but his left hand was twitching slightly. Harry nudged him, "It's fine whatever House you get into. The House the Hat puts you in will be the best house for you." Draco shot Harry a grateful look.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

Draco walked up to the stool, and the Hat was placed over his head. After a few seconds, the Hat shouted, "Slytherin!"

Harry clapped along with the Slytherin table, giving Draco a supportive smile.

"Potter, Harry!"

Whispers filled the hall, and Harry resisted the urge to scowl. When the Hat flopped over his head and covered his eyes, he immediately felt on guard. Something was trying to intrude his mind. But no matter, his mind was very well guarded. According to Ultear, you can't learn mind magic if your mind is weak.

This is certainly a surprise. Came a voice that Harry assumed to be the hat's. Such a young boy with such a well guarded mind. Would you mind to let me sort you?

Harry frowned. How can I trust you?

There are spells placed on me so that anything I see in your mind will not be known to anyone else, the hat replied.

So Harry let the hat in, albeit reluctantly.

This is interesting. You certainly are brave and compassionate to those you love. And you are indeed loyal to those who have earned your trust. There is an abundance of ambition. And definitely intelligence. So where to put you? Slytherin would be a good place for you. Conquer a new world for Zeref? the hat inquired.

I will tell no lies if you ask no questions. Harry replied firmly.

Very well. "SLYTHERIN!"