Kay, so here's two things that'll be of importance in this story, 1.) Voldemort is NOT a threat in this. A thriteen-hundred+ year old demon is as much of a threat to a fourteen-thousand+ year old invulnerable immortal as is a cockroach so how would Voldie pose a threat when he is but a fifty-six year old mortal wizard (currently in existence as a wraith with nothing anchoring him to the world but a single magically weak wizard who dies when Harry touches him) now that Harry has millennia of experience with things far more dangerous? 2.) There isn't a villain so much as a manipulative bastard Dumbledore who is trying to take over the British wizarding community in a subtle way and is going to fail... spectacularly... at every turn now that Harry is around to see through his plans and dismantle them. Without Dumbles knowing it. And 3.) The title of this chapter makes very little sense.

And that's that, Kuta out!

Edit: I edited this story in less than four hours, and it seems far superior already.

Disclaimer: Harry and his eternal awesomeness do not belong to Kuta-san, nor do any other ideas, names or other such copyrighted material of any kind that will ever appear in this fanfiction or any other written by this humble author. Ever.

Miniature Dragons are Just Effing Awesome: Chapter Start.

Harry grinned as he walked past the Weasleys in their all new robes with their horrified expressions at the sight of Sirius Black. He looked at the lot as if he'd only just seen the looks they were giving and waved happily. Ron and Ginny waved back after a second, somewhat unnerved. Harry felt no real connection to the girl and this left him somewhat sure that he was therefore justified in his assumption of being magicked into fancying the little bint way back when. Then he laughed as they noticed Afinia.

A few people made cracks at Sirius about how he went from one prison to another but Sirius merely said something to the effect of 'What the bloody hell are you talking about? I've been in Rio these last ten years.' in accordance with his decision to deny the fact he'd been in prison for ten years. He was legally right as well, his record had been expunged so in the legal sense those years in Azkaban had never happened.

Once through the barrier Harry began to look around frantically for three people. First and arguably most importantly, Tonks. He wanted her to be on his side, not Dumbledickhead's, and the easiest way to accomplish this particular goal would be to befriend her during her school years when he was young, that way she had a memory of him as a young impressionable child, thus gaining the 'he's just a child and needs to be protected' designation in her mind. Or he could go the bat-shit insane route where everything crazy he did worked out and she wouldn't want to oppose him as she would know that he always won. Second and lowest priority was Neville, who he knew would grow to be a fantastic wizard of somewhat uncommon power. A loyal Auror and great chess partner as well. Third was again tied for first in priority, Hermione, the girl he thought he might be naturally interested in. He had to make sure of his feelings though, and then he had to wait till she was an adult so he wouldn't feel like a Humbert Humbert. As it would happen, he came across Hermione first. The second he did, his shoulders suddenly felt lighter and he noticed a lack of physical attraction, which he was extremely grateful for, but still felt the feeling of kinship towards his old best friend, like no time had passed since she'd died- from his perspective- thousands of years back. This meant he was safe around her… for the moment. He'd have to carefully monitor his emotions around her.

He watched as she met Neville and tried to decide if this was a good opportunity to make their acquaintance. Deciding that it was as good a time as any Harry approached them with a small nervous smile in place. "Hello," He started off politely. They turned to him and nodded with their own greetings. "My Godfather said I should try to make friends as soon as I could and I um thought maybe you two would like to be my first ones? I'm Harry, Harry Potter."

Their eyes bugged out slightly and he laughed on the inside while outwardly he just gave them a look as they gaped. "Really?" Hermione asked to which Harry just gave her a look that seemed to say 'don't you think I know my own name?' which seemed to make her rethink that question and tinge slightly red in embarrassment. She then brightened and said. "Ooh! I've read soo much about you! You're in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Modern Magical History you know, I'm Hermione by the way, Hermione Granger. And this is Neville Longbottom."

Harry looked at her a tad bit askance, had she really been this... forthright and needy in her youth? He decided he'd bring to her attention the skill of critical thinking in a subtle way, the Socratic Method. "And? What did those books say about me, cause I've certainly never given anyone any information about myself for the purpose of having it printed." She looked a bit surprised at that.

"You haven't? But they all claim in the bibliography that they spoke to you personally and their stories all match up... Why would they lie?" She seemed honestly confused.

"To make money off my name? Apparently I'm famous." He replied sounding confused, as if it were something of a novel concept for him.

Neville broke in here, somewhat to Harry's surprise. "Wait, you mean you didn't know, all the story books they've been writing are lies too?" He seemed to be truly upset at that and people were now starting to look at them curiously. And murmuring. He hated murmuring.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to get my Godfather to sue for libel..." Harry muttered so that only Neville Hermione and those closest to him could hear. He'd honestly forgotten the books.

Hermione gasped and bit her lips before saying. "Well, in The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts you're accredited with the defeat of the Dark Lord and with surviving the killing curse, which seems implausible..."

"I'm not gonna deny that, as my memory of it is fairly clear, everything before or afterward until i was about six, not so much but the that night is fairly clear in my mind." Harry declared loudly enough that people could hear him fairly far away. Who all gasped and moved somewhat further away, well some of them, most of the rest moved closer. "Skeletal looking man, in the worst way, bone white with red eyes." He was mostly telling the truth in all honesty, his Occlumency was good enough that he could remember every traumatic event in his life and just about everything else in his life as well, though he tended to purposely forget the useless bits- like the books. "No actual nose, with kinda blocky yellow-ish teeth. Hissed on the 's's like a snake would if it could talk. My dad tried to hold him off, without a wand, don't know why he didn't go up and grab it when he told mom to go upstairs with me, my room was passed theirs and he could've grabbed it before he tried to take him on. They had a broom in their bedroom me and her at least could've escaped on. Poorly made decision."

People were gathering closer now, enraptured by his repetition of the night he'd lost his family. "She started crying when she heard him die, at the time I was just crying cause she was. Voldemort-" A collective gasp came from their throats. "wasn't quick about it with him, something agonizing first, the Cruciatus maybe." They all took a step back, horrified that the child could talk about it so casually, but then they stopped, and Harry assumed it was because they realized that he'd been remembering it in his nightmares for years likely, and was desensitized to it, had likely already forced himself passed it so it would stop hurting.

"She stopped in my room, to grab my things, again not well thought out, though I appreciate the thought now. He caught up to us then. Told her to get out of the way, multiple times, seemed reluctant to kill her for some reason. Doesn't make sense to me cause he was all about blood purity right? Why hesitate over a muggleborn? But still, he killed her quick, when she wouldn't move. Killing Curse. Could have been worse. He slowly moved toward me then, stood right next to my crib, blue I remember, with little stags and wolves and mice carved into the railings. He looked at me for a moment, almost curiously, as if he was somewhat confused by me and he said "This is to be my killer? How could that be? He hardly even seems to be powerful, maybe the Longbottom brat then? They were Both born as the seventh moon died..." He stayed silent then, for another short stretch of time. And then he tried to use the Killing Curse on me too... I had been crying the whole time and when I heard the beginning of the spell I threw my arms in the air out of instinct... His wand was barely a few centimeters from my nose when I opened them and his spell didn't quite touch me before it was repelled and I felt lethargic. Bounced up and got him in the neck it did." They all sighed in relief, the monster truly was dead.

He continued. "Unlike mom though, he didn't just collapse, he disintegrated. Then some kinda black smoke came outta the ashes... Flew through my head... Hurt a lot, gave me the scar I suspect." They all froze at that and backed away, slowly. "Last I saw of it, it went through the opposite wall, making a kinda shrieking sound."

They visibly relaxed, the boy wasn't possessed. "That's when it all gets a bit fuzzy... I think I fell asleep. My next clear memory is of my Non-magical cousin chasing me around the local Non-magical Primary School so he could beat me black and blue." They gasped. "Got away from him," Another sigh of relief, Hermione and Neville seemed pretty shell shocked. "But Uncle Vernon heard about it later that night. Got locked in my cupboard for the week cause of it. I'd used accidental magic to get away and he said he'd have none of that freakishness in his house." Hermione and Neville paled even further than he'd noticed they were before. The crowd began to grow restless. "They were nicer about that back then, gave me food, a bit anyway, and some water." They grumbled more, angrily, a discontent sound that had been heard the world over before the start of a revolution.

"And then I started to get angry at them about it. things began breaking in their hands when I looked at the things they held after they'd been mean. If they tried to hit me I'd suddenly be behind them and they'd hit a wall or window or a lamp. Broke their hands or got them cut a lot before they started being nicer. And then I was happy. And things kept doing what I wanted, like my glass moving to my hand or, or the lights turning off at bedtime without being touched. It was like magic."

Some of them gave little chuckles at that. Harry smirked inwardly. "That's when the animals started talking." He said this in a happy tone with a small, giggle and a smile. Their chuckles stopped slowly. "Snakes first, hiss, hiss, hissing away about their day and how nice the sun felt. Then the cats, followed fairly closely by the dogs, then the birds. Trevor wants an aquarium, Neville." They backed away again, slowly from the child whose memories had clearly unhinged him. Neville looked stunned and Hermione more than a bit scared of him. Had he really seemed so normal to her but a few short minutes ago?

"Say," He began in an inquisitive tone when they didn't say anything to him for an few moments. but before he could continue Hermione and Neville began to shake and grow paler, obviously incredibly scared of something. "Have you..." Harry trailed off and turned thinking that he knew what they were so scared of. Behind him was one Sirius Black, in all his gaunt, hollow cheeked glory, along with Afinia, his most beloved mini-dragon. "Aw, there you two are!" Harry exclaimed loudly causing everyone in the immediate are- who'd been trying to forget his story and get back to their usual routines when here at the station to look over and shy away... Apparently they were oblivious enough to over look what looked to be a baby dragon in their midst...

Hermione and Neville looked on in what looked to be a kind of morbid fascination as Harry hugged both a mini-dragon and one of the most wanted criminals in history... well he'd been expunged, but that wasn't the point. They looked horrified when Harry mentioned Black being his Godfather and incredibly confused when he mentioned Rio de Jeneiro as his apparent guardian's place of residency during the missing years, more so when his Godfather argued back. They quickly decided to leave before they got roped into this insanity, but such was not to be as Harry quickly turned and grabbed them to drag them closer to Black exclaiming happily. "See here Sirius, I've already got a couple of really nice friends who don't back away slowly once they see you!" Giving Neville and Hermione a bad case of guilt, if the looks on their faces were anything to go by.

Such being the case they decided to stick around and be friendly. Harry smirked internally at their gullibility. After a good half-minute of socializing, Sirius took note of the lack of time and ushered him and his 'new' friends onto the train, but not before shrinking Alfinia down so she'd fit on the train. Quickly finding a compartment, Harry marveled at the fact that Neville had yet to lose his toad. As they chatted Harry counted down the seconds till one Ronald Billius Weasley entered, soon enough he heard the line he'd been waiting for, even if he'd hoped it wouldn't come now that the Weasleys were as rich as Malfoy. Had Dumbledore personally bribed Ron? Maybe that Prefect badge from fifth year?

"Hey, can I sit with you?" He asked in a somewhat fake desperate tone. "Everywhere else is full." To which Harry nodded benignly and Ron took his seat despite the fact that he knew the train had exactly a third more seats than were necessary for the student body at all times and that this was Ron trying to make a grab for glory.

They continued on with their conversation, and as it continued he heard something that he'd forgotten about. "So my Uncle held me out of a third story window and dropped me, they were all so happy when I bounced." Neville said as if such things were normal.

"Wait, wait. Your family would have rather you died than live as a squib?" Harry asked incredulously, had he really not caught that the first time through? That thought gave all in the compartment pause, and then they paled, obviously drawing comparisons to his own childhood.

"A-anyway," Hermione said trying to change the subject. "What about you Ron? Is your family all wizards too?"

Ron gave it some thought before saying. "Well I think we've got a cousin on my mothers side who's an accountant, but we don't really talk about him." This prompted Harry to make another comment that would probably lead to a subject change.

"Why not? Got something against Non-magicals?" He asked, gaining a few odd looks.

"Non-magicals?" Hermione asked in a questioning tone.

"Sounds less like a derogatory term than Muggle and less insulting than Mundane, which I hear the Yanks call them." Harry replied. "And stop changing the subject. Well Ron, you a pure-blood supremacist?"

Ron babbled for a second, clearly having not thought about precisely why his family never talked about the accountant cousin. "No... I mean... It's just... I... Never mind." Before dropping the subject and shutting his mouth, clearly unnerved by Harry's seemingly random thought processes.

Harry looked out at the country-side... Country-side? When did the train start moving? He then whipped his head around as he heard the compartment door slide open and saw one Draco Malfoy walk in with the half-troll morons behind him. "I've been hearing that Harry Potter is on this compartment, so which of you..." He trailed off as he looked through the people in the small room. "Well it's obviously not the girl, Longbottom or the Weasley." He said, seemingly more to himself than to anyone else. "So then, my name's Draco, Draco Malfoy. " He stuck his hand out to Harry for to shake. "And I can already tell that you need some help, you wouldn't want to be seen around the likes of Weasley."

Harry Looked at the hand and slowly stood. "Well, Draco, it seems to me that if you've got a problem with my friends I don't particularly want to be yours, what happens if I don't take you up on your offer?" He said rolling up his sleeves in preparation for a fight, as Hermione and Neville seemed to glow in happiness that he considered them friends, which made Harry glad as it meant they weren't so judgmental as he'd thought.

Draco smirked and gestured for Crabbe and Goyle to move forward. "Then these two rough you up some everyday for the rest of this and every other year." He said arrogant in his supposed superiority.

Harry smiled lightly and said. "If that's all then bring it, I'm more than a match for these blockheads!" He was actually raring for a good scrap after having told that damn story. Thinking about it always riled him up, even at his age.

Hermione, however, got up and said. "Harry, don't! We could get in trouble!" Harry sighed lightly. That's right she didn't become fun until after the whole troll thing. So instead of pounding their faces in, Harry banished them with a sigh before they could do much else but begin to reach out to grab him. He didn't need the wand and it helped make him look awesome.

The others looked at him quizzically. "Harry? You know magic? And wandless? But I thought you were raised by your Mug- er, Non-magical relatives?" Neville asked timidly.

"My Godfather taught me a bit of magic to get me started as a part of his apology for abandoning me for eleven years with the Non-magicals. And I thought I told you, things do what I want... like magic." Harry replied with practiced ease.

This is where Hermione interjected. "But that spell has to be on a higher level than what's in the books, I know, I've memorized them!" She got a few disbelieving looks at this (Harry gave his best go of pretending to, which he thought was rather unconvincing.) "You shouldn't be capable of that according to Professor McGonagall. She told me and my parents that they start off first years with simpler spells to help them get in touch with and stabilize their magical cores! You shouldn't be able to do that!" She seemed very put off.

Harry tried to come up with some thing on the spot to counter act this particularly reasonable argument but nothing really came to mind. So he bullshitted his way through. "Well maybe my magical core is naturally more stable than it should be?" He answered and she seemed to accept that.

After a few more hours Harry estimated they were quite close to Hogwarts and suggested they change into their robes. As he finished changing into his school robes, Harry x-ray'ed the train and looked for Tonks, honestly wondering why he hadn't thought to do so before. He soon found her magical signature in the back of the train, quite near by, and looked over to it. She was changing.

Harry gave a long low impressed mental whistle under a silencing spell as he saw what she'd made herself look like. She was like a model, incredibly beautiful with long brown hair somewhat generous curves and big, innocent, teal eyes. She honestly looked incredible, sexy as hell even, and he was wondering how long it had been since he'd gotten any, at least two millennia he was sure, when that hiker had gotten lost and was dying of hypothermia. Then he remembered it would be considered pedophilia as she was underage and grumbled, still under a silencing charm. That was about the time he recollected that Prof. Sinestra was fucking hot. And that he could shapeshift into an adult form, sneak into Hogsmeade, 'meet' her at the Broomstick and hopefully set up an additional meeting and...

Wait.. No one knew he was overage, not even Sirius, he still thought Harry to be around fifteen, and in all honesty, his body technically was only twelve, the age runes only read the memories left in the blood, which could be transferred through mind magics and since he did have the fourteen thousand years of memories in his mind and magic, they transferred to his blood, so he technically was eleven... so Tonks was a possibility... Still, he was thinking with hormones he'd aged out of millennia ago, and besides, if he seduced Tonks, then there was the possibility of her not getting together with Remus which would mean Teddy wouldn't be born. He let that train of thought die and focused on getting his Non-magical attire packed away.

For the next few hours they talked some more, sharing jokes, swapping chocolate frog cards, kid stuff really, and the sort of thing Harry really wished he'd had more time for the first time round. Then the Express arrived at the Hogsmeade station and Harry set his rest of his plan in motion.

End~

And there we go, sorry about the somewhat long-ish wait. Had some things going on and then on my way here I saw an old lady crossing the street with an arm full of groceries in one hand and a shaky grip on a walker in the other, so- naturally- being the Good Samaritan that I am, I helped her cross it and get back home. Then, of course, there's that pesky black cat that likes to follow me around and while I was taking the long way around to avoid it I got lost on the road of life. After I got out there was an ANBU patrol that went by talking about a fire and I simply KNEW I HAD to help with THAT. So the chapter was late too. Oh? WHAT? What do you mean that's the wrong series? Dammit...

Kuta, out~!

Edit: I added a lot of original content to, and I'm a bit sleepy now, so I'm gonna update tomorrow. Or on monday.

Edit #2: so i went through this and found small mistakes again... Dammit. fixed them, sorry for the longer wait, blah blah blah.