I won't be able to update as constant as always. I think I can update faster than most do but please don't hate me if I leave for a few days.

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—Harry Potter—

Third year. And this time, I had been spending a wonderful summer with the Weaselys, who were pleasantly shocked at the donation I had given them in exchange for my stay. They probably would've let me anyway, but I felt better doing that.

Now, we were on platform nine-and-three-quarters, hoping to spot Hermione.

"She's not here." Ron declared at last. "Might as well wait for her on the train."

I agreed with him, and turned to the wall when suddenly I noticed a young boy looking very lost.

Well, he wasn't really that young, but he was short and skinny and probably only our age. The boy had messy black hair and was quite pale. He was wearing a black sweater and black jeans too and was holding nothing but a small silver backpack.

"Um, are you lost?" I asked with a bit of uncertainty. He turned to look at me then gave a slight smile.

"Actually I am." he said quietly. "Could you tell me how to get onto platform nine-and-three-quarters?"

It caught me with some surprise, as I never seen him before yet he seemed to be my age.

"Erm, yes." I said. "Just run straight through the wall, it will be as if it's not there."

Ron then came over and tugged on my arm and we ran through the wall together.

We were waiting in our compartment, the last one empty when we arrived, and finally spotted Hermione out the window.

"Finally." said Ron with a sigh. Just then, the compartment doors opened and the small boy walked in.

"Excuse me," he asked. "Is there any space here? Most of the other compartments are full."

More than true. This was the last one empty but far from the last seat.

"Okay." I said to him. For some reason, Ron shivered.

He sat down and put his backpack on his lap. After a minute or two Hermione finally walked in.

"Sorry I'm late, the traffic was awful." she said as she sat down next to Ron. Then she noticed the boy. "Oh, who are you?"

He seemed a bit uncomfortable. "My name is Nico di Angelo."

She looked curious. "How come I've never seen you before?" he looked a bit miffed.

"I'm eleven." he answered coolly.

I was shocked, even if he is rather small for our age he had that look of maturity about him.

Then he looked up at me with curiosity and, breaking the awkward silence, asked, "Are you Harry Potter?"

I sighed, not wanting to go through this again. "Yes."

His eyes travelled over my partially-hidden scar and I braced myself for the barrage of questions that are no doubt about to come, but he surprised me by nodding mutely and pulling out a book to read.

The three of us were surprised but that Hermione's thoughts were quickly pulled away as she regarded a boy who actually likes reading with interest.

"You like reading?" she asked him.

He lowered his book and looked her in the eye. "I don't mean to be rude, but is that odd here in England? Everyone I know likes to read sometimes during their spare time."

Hermione got even more interested. "What do you mean by 'here in England'? Aren't you from around here?"

"I'm from America." he said sincerely. "Although I don't spend all my time there. Is England often as cold as this?"

"Is it very warm in America? And what do you mean by not spending all your time there?"

"Well, not all the time, although where I usually am it is most days. I like to travel around a lot. Is Hogwarts really as routine as they make out?"

"How do you get enough money to travel around so much? Do you live with your parents or other family?"

"Do you always answer a question with another question? It's a bit annoying." he said suddenly, giving her a look of amusement.

Hermione stopped then flushed.

"Wow! You got Hermione to shut up!" Ron gasped in mock-amazement.

"Shut up, Ronald." she muttered.

Nico tilted his head. "Ronald and Hermione, then? Or maybe Ron for you?"

Again, we were surprised that he had figured it out.

"Yeah." said Ron.

Nico nodded and went back to his book.

"What are you reading?" Hermione couldn't resist asking. Then her expression changed to confusion. "What language is that?"

He put the book down on his lap and glanced at the cover. "Oh, ah, Greek Myths & Legends. The writing is in Latin."

Hermione looked skeptically impressed. "You can read Latin?" she confirmed first.

Nico began to go red. "Yes. I'm dyslexic, but certain languages were easier for me to pick up. English is my third language."

"Really?" I asked. "What about your first and second?"

"My first is Italian." he said with a slightly-dreamy expression. "As my mother was Italian and that was where I was born. My second is Greek. My father was really into Greece and Rome so I learned Latin too."

"So you know four languages?" gasped Ron. "Even with your dyslexia?"

He scratched his head a little sheepishly, looking embarrassed for some reason, and said, "Actually, I speak German, Chinese, French, Japanese and a bit of Malay too. I usually travel to countries with those."

Again, surprise! Surprise!

"What's Hogwarts like?" he asked suddenly. "I've been hearing wild stories about the sorting but I've never really known the gossip from the truth. What are the houses again?"

"You put on this hat and it'll look through your head and memories and stuff and talk to you a bit then yell out which house you're in." I said, noticing how he paled at the mention of memories,

"Gryffindor, for the brave," started Hermione, giving him a meaningful look that stated she knew exactly which house she wanted him to be in, "Ravenclaw, for the smart," a thoughtful look crossed her face as she studied him, "Slytherin, for the sneaky," she wrinkled her nose, "And Hufflepuff, for the loyal."

Nico looked a bit put out, the way Ron said I had when we had been thinking about which house we would be in on our first year, but to our surprise he said, "I bet I'll be in Slytherin."

"What?!" said Hermione. "But you're made for Ravenclaw!"

He shook his head dejectedly. "Just because I know a lot doesn't make me smart, Hermione. And I'm not brave either, I run away from things I'm scared off, which is a lot. I'm not that loyal, there are tons of things people can say to get me on their side. Besides, everyone judges me on my father, I'm bound to be in Slytherin."

Ron gulped. "So… who's the dad?"

Nico turned to look at him and I didn't miss the shiver from Ron. "Oh, you wouldn't know him."