Sorry for the delay but I took a break from writing over the half term. But I'm back! And I'll try and update once a week from now.

{Blah}...Harry

{Blah}...Gabriel

"Blah"... Normal Speaking

"Blah"...Parseltongue/magic

P.S. Please review and vote on who from SPN you want to see appear in this. It won't happen for a while, but it will eventually. The current options (supplied by me) are: Hannah, Lucifer, Crowley or Balthazar. I'm open for other suggestion's, so long as it's an Angel or Demon

Also review and vote on what house you want Harry, Hayden and Dri to be in. I already have an idea of what I want and I can be persuaded.

Finally, to a reviewer, yes I made a mistake in chapter one. Harry only got the blade in chapter 2. I'll change that eventually.

All Aboard

The rest of the summer passed by in a blur of pranks, Quiditch games and precious moments with his family, knowing that he would soon be away at a school in Scotland for the rest of the year, trapped within the castle walls with Dumbles the Grey {That old chestnut!}, Boy Wonder {Probably a cocky moron} {Hey, we don't know that} and four of the Weasel's {What did we do to deserve that?}

Over the weeks between 31st July, and 1st September. Harry continued to train in the seven compartment trunk that he owned. His seven rooms of choice were a bathroom, a study, a lounge, a library, a kitchen, a bedroom, and then a huge open space with practice target's and scenario's that was used as a training ground and/or living space for Harry's pet, a Cobra of some form he hadn't bothered to learn named Salazar that he had picked up on his wanderings and bonded to him as a familiar in a way practically no one remembered. The result was a weak empathy link so that they knew when the other was in danger or pain. Another aspect was that the snake grew according to Harry's magic. Not Gabriels, fortunately enough, as that would most likely have turned him into a basilisk.

{Ooh, can we...?}

{No} was Harry's stern reply.

{Why not?}

{You're a child. More than I am and I'm eleven. You're not responsible enough to look after a Basilisk without killing some poor sod}

{Neither are you!}

{I know, that's why we don't have one}

{...That was responsible so we can get one now, right?}

As it stood, Harry's inner monologue continued as he slammed down an Occlumency wall right on the link, Salazar was just over three feet long. Anyway, Harry had taken to using the room to continue using his wandless magic practicing all the first year spells Cedric had told him he'd learn and even some others he thought might be fun or useful that didn't come until later. He was already on third year practical and early fourth year theory for Potions, Herebology, and Arithmacy; a year below on theory for both COMC and Runes but at the same level practical in COMC; Astronomy bored him and he still on first year standards in that; he didn't even bother with History or Divinations, despite Gabriel's (and therefore his) omniscience. His favourites though, were Transfiguration, Charms and DADA. Theory wise he needn't even revise any more as he had memorized everything until his OWL's and even some more after and his practical was only slightly behind.

He was also excelling with his ice power's. Given his power level, he didn't even need to verbally use a spell that related to ice or cold temperatures, much like the first three years work in his more spell based lessons. Combined with his wandless abilities, Harry didn't need a wand for the first years worth of spells or any spell like the Glacius charm, that appealed to his elemental side. The two abilities combined meant that Harry didn't even need to use spells to use ice. He could just do it.

"Massster, your not-mother isss calling you" Salazar hissed. They were currently in his bedroom, ready to apparate onto the platform, or in Harry's case, fly. Although everyone else thought it was simply a way of traveling Harry had invented inadvertently in his youth and since it didn't set of any ministry alarms (Of course not. Do you think the ministry is actually competent enough to catch me?) he was allowed to keep using it (as if I could be stopped)

{There goes the damn hissing again}

{You can understand him}

{I know, but I hear both the freaky sounding English and the regular old snake sounds}

"Thank you. Come on Sssalazar" Harry said, allowing his pet to slither up his arm and curl around his chest. Grabbing his already packed and feather lighted trunk, he made his way downstairs happily ignored his friends grumbling about hissing or something like that, whilst rolling a lollipop in his mouth. He reached the bottom and rolled his three new rings on his finger's.

Harry smiled as he remembered becoming even more wealthy and powerful. Not he either needed or wanted it, but he was both denying that power to the Potter's and getting revenge as well. It was like the ultimate prank against Dumbles-with-too-many-names and James Potter. When Lord Potter had gone to Gringott's and claimed the Peverell and Potter Lordships (and thus wealth, properties and Wizengamot seats) Dumbledore had talked him out of claiming the Gryffindor and Emrys seats as well, as Godric was a descendant of Merlin, and Gryffindor's last descendant (a female) had married into the Peverell's before they became the Potter's leaving James the most closely related to both.

The reason Harry got them, was that he was now at last, emancipated. The goblins had refused four years ago, due to a rule laid down by Wizards that Gringotts could emancipate nobody without their guardians consent. However, the compromise that had been reached all those years ago, was that a Goblin could emancipate the wizard at age eleven without their guardians needing to be there or even know if the Goblins deemed them unsuitable. And the Goblins definitely deemed the Potters, Dumbledore or the Dursley's as unsuitable.

So he'd gone to Gringott's, filled in the paperwork, and now here he was. A legal adult. And he had claimed Emrys and Gryffindor house's as any one of Potter blood could. Same with Peverell. The only inheritable family was the Potter's themselves. Also, due to his, HIS, conquer/defeat of He-Whose-Name-Must-Be-Hyphenated, he became the heir of Slytherin by right of conquest. His conquest. Not his brother's as everyone had thought, including Hayden (hardly his fault though, he had been one at the time-Harry only remembered at all because Gabe wasn't exactly unaware and had shown him the memory. No doubt about it that curse was heading at him)

So now, with three lord rings, he flew, Amos and Anna apparated (with 'Ric going side-along with his dad) to the platform.

There was still fifteen minuted until the train left but the platform was semi-crowded. Groups of people were chattering excitably to people. A few people greeted Amos and his family formally (all Harry got was a perplexed look). Harry deduced that they were his co-workers.

{Really, genius. I couldn't tell. Well done on being a moron, Einsteein}

{Jerk}

{Just get a compartment before they're all taken, Hot Wings}

Complying, Harry and 'Ric managed to get through the throngs of people dotted across the station, and onto the train each stowing their trunk in separate compartment's though only a few doors away from each other. Afterwards they headed back to say their own good-bye's

Amos ruffled his younger 'son's' light brown hair, and watched amused as it instantly straightened itself into the wavy look both he and his son had, before taking on it's natural messy style and black colour as he glared and then went back as he cracked a smile and hugged his 'dad'. Harry turned to Anna who pulled him into a warm embrace. When she pulled back, Harry noticed she had tears in her eyes.

"Be good," she told them both (She most certainly not look at Harry in any sort of accusing way at all. Nope. Never) "Remember what I told you," Looking pointedly right at him this time.

"Sure," he said brightly and beamed, mentally cackling slightly insanely as her's, 'Ric's and Amos' faces swam with relief "Cause trouble, prank everybody to insanity and eat everything sugary" he continued, before bolting to the train before they recovered from the shock and horror and spluttering they seemed to have ended up in enough to contradict him.

He quickly found his compartment, and spent the next several minutes checking his mental defences and fortifying his mind scape. He was after all going into the school against at least one powerful Legillimens.

He was vaguely aware of a large group of people many, many redheads among them, arriving at the last minute. He shook himself back into reality as the train started moving, waving out the window at Amos and Anna, who shared identical looks of worry for their former school now that Harry had been unleashed