Chapter 2 - BACK TO THE DURSLEYS

Harry POV

Why did school have to end? I was sitting on the train whilst Ron kept going on about summer and finally being free of classes and learning magic. In all honesty, Hogwarts was like my home, I did not want to go back to the damn Dursleys.

I then got tired of Ron's rambling and excused myself to the toilet on the train. As I locked the toilet door and sat down on a toilet seat for some peace and quiet. All of a sudden a shroud of bright blue mist started forming in front of me. I gasped as the mist formed into a sword. The Sword of Gryffindor! I reached and grasped the handle and felt the familiar warmth and sense of peace. I then almost dropped the sword as a voice spoke out to me.

"Wotcher Mister Potter!"

I then looked around in my small toilet cubicle but saw nobody. The voice then rang out again

"Hahaha, got you good didn't I? To be fair, who would not be startled, after all this never happened to any previous wielders of my sword".

"Wait...are you...In my head?" I blurted out loud in my toilet cubicle.

"Shhh, put up a silencing ward if you going to talk out loud!"

The voice in my head then proceeded to chastise me for not knowing how to cast Muffliato, a silencing spell that I didn't even know existed. He then explained to me the history of the sword.

After being taught by Godric Gryffindor, the apparent voice in my head, about his sword, and how it contained memories of him when alive, whilst on a toilet seat, I finally understood why the sword chose me.

I see, so this sword is now bonded to me, and I can call on it whenever I want?

Godric immediately replied, "Yes, the sword can be called upon anytime by you, therefore you do not need to carry it with you all the time".

Sweet!

"So Harry, I can call you Harry right? Of course, you can call me Godric".

I know right? I just casually got on to first name basis and became super chill with THE Godric Gryffindor, one of the founders of Hogwarts.

"After going through your memories I can clearly see why my sword chose you, I hope you do not mind me shuffling through your head, we are after all bonded now. You seem to be, excuse my language, in some serious shit! The greatest dark wizard of your time is seeking resurrection and wanting to kill you? That's rough buddy!"

I did not know what to be more surprised at, Godric looking through my memories or Godric swearing in front of a kid.

Before I could even process and think about what Godric said, he continued, "Don't worry Harry, I'll teach you magic and help you out, can't have my heir die now can I? After all, it only took like a thousand years to find my true heir".

I laughed out loud at the statement. Godric then proceeded to give me an overview of what he is going to teach me over the summer.

But Godric, I am not allowed to do magic outside of school, how can I practice stuff like Occlumency and Legilimency.

"Ah do not worry Harry, when I looked through your memories I saw the trace placed on your wand, thirteen and a half inches...holy and oh my...a phoenix feather core... that is quite the unique wand Harry. However the magic that you will be practicing, such as Occlumency does not require a wand, and I will teach you to cast Legilimency and work on some other spells by teaching you wandless magic."

Wow, am I even capable of this? I thought only extremely powerful wizards like Dumbledore could be capable of consistent wandless magic?

"Harry, although you sell yourself short most of the time, which quite frankly is incredibly modest of you, surely you should recognize that you are stronger than the average wizard? Not only you were the first in your class to learn most of the spells, especially in Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts, you also have great natural instincts to aim your wand accurately when shooting spells".

I was surprised at first, but then after looking back, I realized I tend to be able to do the spells in class even before Hermione quite a few times.

After my little chat with Godric, where at the end he reminded me to go to Gringotts before the next school year starts, I put down the silencing spell and left the toilet. Hopefully, I skipped Malfoy's stroll to the compartment, trading insults with him is tiresome. I was on my way back to Ron and Hermione's train compartment when I saw a familiar blond haired Slytherin storming down the corridor towards me.

Daphne POV

Ughhh! Could Tracey be any more vexing, I want to hex her right now!

Tracey has been pestering me after I told her about my encounter with Potter.

"Daphne likes Harry, Daphne like Harry! Hahaha, the Ice queen crushing on the Gryffindor Golden Boy hahaha-"

I irritatedly cut her off, "I told you all we had was a friendly exchange, he merely helped me confirm the death of the Basilisk, which you and I both guessed, was lurking around the school".

Tracey smirked, "Oooh, friendly exchange? So you admit you and Potter are friends now? Perhaps more than friends?"

"AGGGHHHH!" I threw up my hands as I slammed open the compartment door, I glared back at Tracey excusing myself to go to the toilet angrily. Tracey didn't even notice as she was too busy hysterically laughing.

I was storming down the train corridor when I suddenly saw Harry.

"Whoa, Daphne, you okay?"

I didn't realize the pace I was storming at and almost knocked Harry over.

"Sorry Harry, Tracey was just getting on my nerves, I wish she stayed petrified!"

Harry then feigned shock, "Surely you can't mean that?"

I almost smiled at his antics, when I composed myself, "No I suppose not".

I then paused a bit before continuing, "Well I definitely won't see the last of Tracey, she's coming over to my place for the summer".

Harry looked at me curiously, "Are your parents okay with that, you know with your friend being a half-blood?"

I then frowned at Harry, "Just because some families in Slytherin like Malfoy, Parkinson, Nott, Crabbe, and Goyle follow the pure-blood doctrine, does not mean all of us do."

Harry noticing my irritation backed off a bit and took a step back.

"Sorry, that was rude of me, I should not have assumed that all Slytherins had similar views to Malfoy".

I then smiled slightly. "Well then Harry, apology accepted. I'm sure your parents would not mind what blood type your friends are".

I then quickly covered my mouth as I realized I just said the stupidest thing in the world. Harry's eyes grew distant as he looked outside the train window in the corridor, however, he kept his smile.

"Harry, I am sorry, I didn't mean-"

He then cut me off, "No it's okay, I am sure you are right though", he then looked down, not meeting my eyes. "I am sure my Mum and Dad would not have minded if Hermione or Ron came by, they were after all very open-minded people".

He then looked up at me then we locked eyes. My sapphire blue orbs met his emerald green spheres.

I was lost in his eyes until I snapped back into reality when Harry said, "I best be going, or else Ron and Hermione are going to get worried, see you next year Daphne, have a great summer".