For people who don't know Harry was eleven in the last chapter instead of letting a bird deliver the letter dumbledore decided to come himself.

Also ron isn't my favorite character but I am not bashing him it's just he has very little tact and Harry isn't desperate for a friend so he is not willing to tolerate some of his worse actions.

'Why am I doing this again?' Harry asked as he sat on the train heading to Hogwarts.

'Because my knowledge of mortal magic is limited and you can't use more than a fraction of the Power of a Rider without risking burning yourself to death from the inside out.' Raguel told him, making him pout stupid logic always getting in the way of his fun. 'Oh stop your whining weren't you the one always complaining that you had to steal from criminals to survive now you don't have to worry about that.' she didn't see it as sin to steal from the damned as in her time taking the belongings of criminals was common practice, but in this time it was frowned upon.

'I still can't believe they were getting paid to take of me.' Harry grumbled remembering when he found out the Dursleys were being paid to take care of him. Burden his ass.

'Oh let it go that was years ago.' she sighed exasperated the boy could really hold a grudge.

'This coming from Miss Spirit of Vengeance?' he asked sarcastically.

'I thought I raised you better than this who taught you such sass?'

'You remember.' he retorted.

A knock on his compartment door drew his attention, the door opened and a frizzy haired girl with slightly too large teeth peeked in. "Hello do you mind if I sit here?" she asked.

Harry was about to say no but Raguel overruled him. "Of course." she said taking temporary control.

'Rey what the hell?!' he asked this wasn't the first time she had taken control she had done so when he was first learning enochian the closest thing mortals had to the language of the angels but she rarely took control without permission.

'Please if you had your way you wouldn't socialize with anyone. You need to make friends.' she told him.

'I have friends!' he said indignantly.

'Ones that you can introduce to people without being called crazy?' she asked and he frowned why did she always have to make such sense.

"-llo hello!" the girl was shouting at him now.

"What?!" he asked looking at her, she pulled back slightly looking insulted.

"No need to be rude I have been trying to get your attention for the last five minutes." she huffed. "As I was saying my name is Hermione Granger I'm a muggleborn are you? You dress like a muggle and most wizards seem to have no clue about muggle fashion." She said introducing herself, holding out her hand in greeting. Harry was surprised she didn't pass out from lack of oxygen at the speed she was talking.

"Half blood, I grew up in the muggle world and Harry Potter." he said shaking it.

Hermione's eyes widened as soon as she heard his name. "Are you really?" she asked in disbelieve, the first person she met on the train to Hogwarts was the boy-who-lived!

"No I am his Identical evil twin Parry Hotter." he said sarcastically and she blushed in embarrassment realizing how foolish and rude she must have been.

"I'm sorry but it's just I have read all about you. I mean you are in the Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts, modern magical history and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."

"Yeah great works of fiction aren't they?" the girl's jaw dropped and Harry nearly bust a gut trying to hold in his laughter. Meanwhile in his head Raguel was cracking up.

"But-but-but they are approved by the ministry." she found it hard to believe at first as well when it came to the part claiming to say exactly what happened there but she had assumed if the ministry approved they must have some kind of magic that works like a security camera. Letting them see what happened.

"Look only four people were there that night and only one is still walking around and I most certainly didn't tell anyone what happened." wow he was getting really good with word play, he hadn't told a single lie in that sentence. There were only four people in that room him, his mother, Voldemort and Raguel. Of course most people would assume he meant his father but they would be wrong. He also didn't lie about only one walking around Raguel lived in his mind she couldn't walk anywhere.

She looked down. "Oh I just assumed-"

That they had some magical means of seeing what happened?" he finished. "I don't blame you but I know it is false because I do remember what happened." Technically Raguel did but same difference.

"Wait but how?!" she asked confused. "You were a baby! You mind would not be developed enough to remember anything more than shapes and colors." her mind was now in fact finding mode.

"I got hit by a Curse that tore the soul from the body and lived I think logic got thrown out the window a long time ago." after that they went silent.

A few minutes later he saw the girl shifting around uncomfortably, clearly she wanted to know what happened but had enough tact to not ask. "You can ask." he told her making her look up from the book she was trying to read.

"What?" she asked confused no way he meant what she thought he did.

"You can ask about what happened."

The girl blushed but shook her head. "Well actually I wanted to know if you knew anything about how you survived." huh he surprised her if she had asked he would have given a coy answer that went like 'he threw the curse, I didn't die, the end.' Giving no real information but annoying the crap out of her.

"What do you think happened?" he asked honestly curious.

"Well there are several theories, from an ancient Potter family heirloom to a unique magical ability." she said thinking but could not decide which one she believed. She didn't have enough facts to decide.

"How about this read all those passages and tell me one theory that is glossed over or missing and I will answer your question." he told her, most people would be appalled at the fact that he had turned his families death into basically a game, but the truth was he had trouble making emotional attachments to people he never knew. He didn't miss his mother because whenever he tried to imagine her all he saw was Raguel.

As soon as he gave that challenge the girl opened her trunk and dived into the books with such vigor and speed he was surprised that the pages did catch on fire from the speed.

Twenty minutes later she closed the three books and frowned. "They don't mention anything about what your mother could have done." she said "that makes no sense though she had a mastery in charms! If anyone came up with a way to block the killing curse it would be her. Yet all it says is that maybe your father did something or some ancient family heirloom."

"Can you guess why?"He asked and Raguel spoke up in his mind. 'You are getting far to much enjoyment from tearing her world view down.'

'Are you tell me to stop?' he asked with a mental grin and pointed look.

'Don't put words in mouth keep going, let see if you can start a revolution before you reach the school.' she encouraged.

'You know for an angel you are quite devious.' he told her.

'I spent thousands of years in Hell what's your excuse?' she asked.

'I am a child and mischief is in my nature.'

'Good point, now pay attention she talking.' Raguel said going silent.

"-ause she is a woman." Hermione frowned, of course just because the ministry had a female head of police or Aurors she had assumed sexism was nearly gone.

"Nope, here let me give another hint you do have something in common with her."

Hermione considered for a second before her eyes widened. "Because she was a muggleborn!" she shouted, outraged.

"Yes my mother set up the protections that saved my life. I remember several times she came into my room and carved runes into the floor. She set up the protection but ministry doesn't want it to get out that a muggleborn did what a pureblood could not. So they let these false books claim to know the truth so they could protect their precious egos." he spat it infuriated him that such corruption and bigotry ran wild he was almost tempted to use the penance stare on everyone in ministry but that he doubted there would be anyone left to run the government.

Nothing was said for the rest of the train ride but Hermione silently fumed the entire ride, a boy named Neville stopped by looking for a toad but they didn't see it. Harry suggested he get a upper year cast a point me spell at the very least it would give a rough idea of where the toad was. Some prick with blonde hair came in but as soon as he insulted Hermione, Harry just shoved him out of the compartment and slammed the door in his face.

The train pulled into the station just as it was getting dark. This was a giant standing there with a lantern calling the first year students to follow him.

'Not a giant Harry most likely he has some giants blood in him but trust me he is far too small to be a full blooded one.'

The students gasped in amazement as Hogwarts came into sight, even Harry found it to be an amazing sight. 'Meh I have seen better.' the angel dismissed with a shrug.

After crossing the lake on small boats the students lined up in front of the Great Hall doors. The giant left and Harry immediately knew trouble was going to start they left several children alone and expected nothing to happen.

"So you are Harry Potter?" the blond prick from earlier said causing an eruption of whispers. "I suppose I can forgive your rude from earlier I'm guessing those muggle savages never taught any manners." he held out his hand. "But if you wish to learn about the wizarding world I can you help you there."

"Like he would want to be friends with a snake like you!" a redhead with messy clothes said glaring at the blond.

The boy sneered at him, before turning to Harry. "You will find some wizarding families are better than others I can help with that too." he said holding his hand back out.

Harry was about to tell him where to stick his offer when Raguel told him let her deal with this. Harry closed his eyes and Raguel opened them. "What families are better than others?" She asked seemingly innocently.

"The Malfoys for one are far better than the penniless Weasleys." they found it weird that a culture with a different currency used the same terminology for poor but assumed it was something the muggleborns brought with them.

"What about the Notts and Parkinsons which one is better there?" as soon as the question was asked any first year with even a inkling of political under standing realized what happened. He had just asked the heir to the Malfoy family which one of two of his family key allies were better than the other.

"I couldn't say they are both great."

Raguel smirked with Harry's face. "Than how are you supposed to help with the other families." she asked just as the door opened not giving him a chance to retort. McGonagall opened the doors and the students walked past her. Harry took back control and as he passed he purposely pulled back his robes showing the gun on his hip. He wasn't stupid you didn't send three teachers and the head of school for a normal student, it wasn't too hard for him to figure it would be bad for them if he didn't show up. So he said that he would be allowed to bring his weapons or he wasn't coming. When Dumbledore tried to assure him that Hogwarts was the safest place on earth and that he gave his word that he would safe there. Harry responded by telling the headmaster he word meant nothing to him. Eventually after several minutes of futilely trying to convince him to not bring the gun they agreed to let him bring it.

McGonagall's glare as he walk past let him know that she saw the gun. She strode past him and placed a ratty old hat on the stool.