Today was the day I have been waiting for. The 1st of September. The day I am going to board the Hogwarts Express.

I woke up early and helped me pack everything for the trip. Seriously Mom , yes, I know how to wash my underwear. Hogwarts would be his new home for the next 10 months.

This was the day that marked the start of a new school year in Hogwarts. All students were expected to show up at station nine and three quarters, to board the Hogwarts express at 11 o'clock sharp.

This was the reason why we drove to the station 1 hour beforehand.

I found the station to be thriving with chaos, The kind I started to associate with wizards. Seriously their methods of disguise are hilarious. A grandma wearing dressing robes, a man in afro with pajamas, Owls, frogs, and dancing hair. I think dancing hair is a prank for sure. There are the Aurors . Hmm, it seems they are at least normal. I guess at least someone must be competent to run society. As the Ministry is shown to be inept under fudge. At least, in canon.

I sit in the empty compartment, telling my goodbyes to my family.

"Mom, Stop crying. It's embarrassing. Everyone is looking here."

More maturity doesn't change the fact she is the only one crying here.

"Yes, I was first. You lose, loser."

"No, you are cheated."

"Loser, Loser, loooooser"

Ah, the waterworks are going to start.

"Mommmmy"

Right time. At least, the brats are having fun going to and from the platforms 3 and 4 pillar. Though, I too have that childish impulse to do the same. I squashed it, quite ruthlessly. I have enough embarrassment for the day.

"Son, you are going to be far away from the family. Be careful, you are the one who is going to be responsible for yourself now.

By the time your age my father had passed away, Uncle was a baby at Bunty's age. Your grandma took care of him. Father, your grandpa lost us everything in gambling and alcohol. I had taken up responsibility for family both for sustenance and education. I worked as a newspaper boy, milk boy and had a lot of difficulties coming to this point. My motivation then has been to that my children should have all luxuries I couldn't have".

"I know dad, you have given us everything. I will make you proud."

"That you do, you know I always believed in God. Magic confuses me but at the same time, I am happy for you. Study well, I provided everything I can for you."

Always know how to say the stuff that makes me emotional. It's true that he brought me luxuries – extended room like trunk, best acromantula clothes, Books I asked. Let me tell you books are quite expensive stuff in wizarding world. He must have spent thousands of pounds last month. No wonder I admired him. He always jokes that one can make a movie out of his life. The poor to rich hero. Maybe I should do it in the future. I know which companies will succeed.

I watch as they disappear through the crowd while drowning in my thoughts.

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Hundreds of families were sending their children off. Older students met with their friends in heartfelt reunions, talking about their vacations and plans for the year. The other first years were as excited as he was, hurrying inside the train in some hope that it would set off faster. Owls hooted to each other in recognition, perhaps having discussions of their own. Cats were walking by everywhere, chasing the unfortunate toad or rat a student misplaced.

From the window, my eyes roamed around the station taking notes of the characters I knew. I saw a small, round-faced boy talking with an intimidating old woman with the strangest hat I've seen so far. I saw a ferret like boy with blonde, sleeked hairs talking to his father, letting him hear about it and hoping his daddy wasn't imperioused this time. There were two Indians sending off their twin daughters, and even the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement reassuring her niece.

I heard someone knocking on the door.

"You may enter." I said loud enough to be heard, appreciating the courtesy my visitor displayed.

The door of my compartment was opened by a raven-haired girl with a cute face. Though my face is stuck in smile less intense look taking in everything in the compartment. I noticed she was dressed in acromantula silk clothes , same as me. She is rich. Might be a pureblood too.

"Hello, can I sit here? " She asked me.

"Of course." I smiled at her and welcomed her into my compartment.

She gave a curt nod and levitated her trunk inside. Pureblood for sure.

We sat in silence, each reading their own books. Me- advanced potions. Her -Herbology and its wonders.

The door opened, as I saw a blond-haired girl with pigtails. She smiled brightly while dragging her trunks inside. I saw the raven-haired girl lit up with a small smile as saw the other girl.

"Here you are Daphne, I was searching for you all over the train."

Ok, Pureblood, Daphne. So, she is the heroine of fanfics, almost rivaling hermonie. Seriously , she was only shown a second or so in movies and a few lines in books.

"I'm Tracy Davis, nice to meet you."

"I am Arjun Prasad, likewise."

As they are trying to dissect my name. I wandlessly lifted her trunks up. The girls were sure surprised by this. While Daphne narrowed her eyes and checked my attire again. She is confused where to place me in the future hierarchy . Am I a pureblood, half blood or muggleborns.

Though they wanted to, they couldn't ask me. As it is quite rude to do so. My clothes and wandless magic must have tagged me in as wizard raised. But my name is not known. Every foreign wizard must require approval from the school board, of which George Greengrass is a member.

Greengrass is an old family that also held a seat in wizengamot, and he also heads the neutral block . From the news I can gather from the daily prophet, he leads the belief in preserving wizard traditions but unlike dark traditionalist block headed by Malfoy, he is all for including muggleborns and other races but with them at the top. So, he doesn't mind equal treatment for jobs and such but the core positions in ministry, wizengamoat and major economical industries must be held by purebloods, if possible, from their side. Basically , a wizarding politician and capitalist.

So, associating with her, especially at a young age is helpful for the future. It's better to impress her now, I firmly believed in concept of first impressions.

I hear the voices in hallway breaking the silence that settled in the compartment after my display , "Someone is really bringing an acromantula to Hogwarts?"

"Yeah, Lee Jordan is trying to smuggle it into the castle. Everyone on the train knows that by now, so it's unlikely that he'll succeed."

A shiver passed the compartments inhabitants at that information. It made me remember their description of a fantastic beats book.

[Acromantulas: XXXXX danger class magical man eaters

Appearance: sported eight black eyes (white if blind) and were typically covered in thick black hair, with a leg span that could reach up to fifteen feet. On average, they were the size of a carthorse, though old specimens such as Aragog could grow up to 15 feet in leg span.

They possessed a set of giant pedipalps, which they used to eat live prey or their own dead kin. Their pincers produced a clicking sound when they were agitated or excited. They also secreted poison when excited. They were sentient, and capable of human speech.

Their fangs contained highly toxic venom, valued at 100 Galleons a pint in 1996]

Tracy gulps at the thought of an eight-legged abomination.

"Is that true?"

"No, it's not possible. Hogwarts has strict checking of luggage before it is transported by house elves. Not to mention the wards that grew stronger from the time of founding."

Hmm, so wards become stronger with time. Good to note. I took the chance to break the ice.

"It's probably for the better, last time someone brought one, a student died, and the offender ended up in Azkaban." Though it wasn't really his fault, poor Hagrid just wanted to raise his disgusting, deadly pet in peace. "The spider escaped though; they say it started a colony in the forest near Hogwarts."

"Bloody hell…" Mumbled Tracy , her face pale. I saw the color drain out of the girls' faces. At least I know who will not go in to forbidden forest.

"Not fond of spiders?" I asked.

I got solemn nods from both and heard an unexpected answer from the icy girl.

"Anything with more than four legs shouldn't exist."

I must say that is a surprising amount of vehemence. It reminded me of the family of murder victims that came to collect the body in the hospital during my intern days.

Perhaps to break the silence Tracy asked me, "Where do you think you'll be sorted?", pulling me out of my reverie.

It was a good question I spent a considerable amount of time asking myself. Weighing the pros and cons of each house.

"I really don't know; it depends on how exactly we are sorted." I kept my answer vague. "And you? Any preference?"

"Honestly, I'd be fine with anything. But hoping for Slytherin though. "

The side glance tells me the reason.

"Slytherin"

The reply confirms it. Surprisingly, she asked me about me. I expected it from Tracy. Then again, I showed wandless casting , a skill associated with the reputation of great wizards.

"I have no idea. I can be loyal but only to a few. I don't like hard work but can do it if needed. I am all for knowledge and wisdom. I believe myself to be brave . I have spades of ambition. So, I may be sorted to any house."

"You didn't say anything about Noble and cunning."

"Well , I am cunning enough to know that a noble person does not introduce themselves as noble. Then he a braggart."

That got a smile from them, the conservation continued different things like favorite subjects and everything we can think about. It was nice to see them being able to keep up. Well, they are children of society's elite.

"Did you hear that? Harry Potter is here!"

Potter was a national icon for the British wizarding community. There were books and toys about this guy, pretty much like Captain America in Marvel.

"Well, all eleven years old in Britain have to go to Hogwarts with some exceptions. If the Boy-Who-Lived chooses to study abroad, the public outrage would end up causing a diplomatic incident." Daphne replied to the overly excited witch, "So yes, Terry, Harry Potter should be here."

"You're no fun, it's Harry Potter, I heard he was raised by dragons in castle in Avalon." The kids had stars in their eyes, they started talking about the many, many stories he about Wizarding Jesus.

It was very sad, the guy this whole nation looked up to and idolized for something that not only couldn't remember doing, but also cost his parents their lives. That same child was simply thrown off at his awful relatives who didn't even want him at all. But the protection he had kept him safe form numerous darks magics and curses. I surprised by sheer amount of ways one can kill from one's house.

If my theory regarding the protection and horcrux is write. Then we have a wizarding titan on par with Dumbledore by the time passes out of Hogwarts. He is groomed by Dumbledore to fulfil that thrice damned self-fulfilling prophecy and mostly as a successor to him.

The reputation, wealth from his house and the political power, especially from the numerous associations with Dumbledore. which he tacitly agreed in numerous instances. We have the next Dumbledore.