The time to get onboard the Hogwarts Express has come…

"So this is King Station in the 90s…" Harry says with a low tone as he observes the inner structure of the train station. Based on what he learnt back in Gamindustri, Earth's technology is outdated even in modern time due to having no magic to assist with. However, he was expecting to see at least some steam trains, but so far all he sees are electric ones. "I was hoping to see some old-timed trains."

"They're not that far behind, Harry." Kurome says with a chuckle. "Maybe the Wizard World, but not the Muggle World." She notices some of the old ladies looking at her outfit with curious eyes with somewhat of a disappointment. "I guess my usual outfit is a bit too revealing to them."

"Are you sure? You don't really show anything like Aunt Uzume…"

"The black covers don't count. Where's the train by the way? I forgot to check it."

"It's…" The boy retracts one hand from the cart and starts checking his pocket then pulls out the ticket and reads it. "Platform Nine and Three-Quarters."

"So somewhere between Nine and Ten, then." The boy agrees with the Dark CPU and they start heading to the platform. Though when they reach the previous platform, they see (through naked eyes) no indications of some kinds of magical trains that would leave from the platform at eleven. And when they check the nearby time-table, there's no trains on other platforms moving at the same time. "Hm… so the train wouldn't be here then…"

"A secret entrance?"

"Probably so." Kurome starts tracing her power around to see if…

"They have an owl." Her concentration's interrupted when Harry says that, and she turns to where Harry subtly points to, to see a group of redheads heading (no puns intended) to one of the walls on Platform Nine. "I think I saw one of their wands too."

"...True." The Dark CPU focuses on them, and she sees tracks of magic. And she also sees a faint existence of an 'Invisible' spell placed near them. "The entrance must be hidden. Let's go."

Once they're close enough, they see one of the males aim the cart towards the barrier of the platform and push forward, and disappear. That gives both Harry and Kurome clear answers for where to enter the platform. However, they do not know yet how, since they doubt it's just that easy to get through…

"Excuse me." Kurome speaks up just after the third boy enters, and the old lady of the group hears her call and turns back. "Can we ask how we get onto the platform?"

"Ah, hello dear. First time at Hogwarts?" The lady warmly replies, which Harry nods in agreement. "Ron's new too. Hey Ron, how about you demonstrate first?"

"Alright Mom." The duo watches the boy pushing his trolley to align towards the barrier. Then Ron pushes ahead, and they see him and the trolley quickly vanish.

"So we just have to go forward? No spellings?" Kurome whispers the last part.

"That's right dear. Now it's your turn." The old lady then gestures to the young wizard to follow her son.

"Okay." The boy answers, and he mimics how Ron does it and pushes forwards…

And now he's facing a scarlet steam engine. He looks around to see that the mostly empty platform before is now packed with people, up above his head is the sign saying 'Hogwarts Express, Platform Nine and Three-Quarters' on it. "A whole hidden platform… Nice!"

A few seconds later, the rest gets to the platform. Kurome bows to the lady and says: "Thank you for showing us the way."

"It's nothing dear. You should get on the train now, it will leave soon."

"You heard the lady." Harry almost jumps when he hears the voice to his right side, and he turns to see T.O standing next to him.

"Dad! I thought you said you won't come?"

"Because I need to be 'up' there, but at least I should come down to say goodbye."

"You can just join at the beginning." The boy cheekily says, which makes the older man chuckle and rub his head. Harry then gives Kurome a hug, the girl also returns the gesture, and says: "I will call when I reach the school!"

"You will." The duo simply states with a smile, and the boy starts heading out to find himself a seat.

"My apology, but are you the boy's parents?" The old lady finally asks, not wanting to do so in front of the boy.

"We adopted him. And no, we are much older than we look." T.O replies with a smile. "Thank you for helping Kurome and Harry enter the platform. We will take our leave now."

"You are…" The old lady blinks once in the middle of her sentence, and the duo instantly disappears out of her view. "Wel…come?"

"They apparate, Mom!" The youngest daughter manages to see that.

"Wait, really?" She turns around to not see the duo anymore. "A quick one, aren't they? Fred, George, Ron? Are you there?"

"You good there Hedwig?" Checking all his stuff being placed down, the boy asks his owl partner, who nods back. Smiling, Harry heads to his own seat and sits down then pulls out the book he's in the middle of reading. He takes a few more pages before the train starts moving, he temporarily puts his book down and watches the platform disappearing off the view. A moment later, houses start to pass through the window. "Do the Muggles think this is a normal train, or they can't see it at all?" The boy asks himself, and loses his interest after a few seconds and looks down to his book again…

"Sorry, is this seat taken?" Only for the door of his current compartment to open and reveal Ron. "Everywhere else is full."

"Go ahead."

"Thank you." The boy sighs in relief and sits down, then turns his head to the window for a moment.

"Hey Ron!" Before the door is closed, the redhead twin pokes their heads in and calls for his brother. "We're heading to the middle. Lee Jordan has a giant tarantula down there."

"Right." The poor boy grumbles and turns his head away again.

"Oh hi there." The other twin notices Harry is sitting there. "Same year with our brother, yeah?"

"First year."

"Nice. By the way, we're George and Fred Weasley, and he's our young brother Ron."

"Nice to see you all. I'm Harry Potter."

Upon hearing the name, the youngest Weasley instantly snaps his head to them as the trio gasp. One of the twins then asks: "Harry Potter? As in, the Boy-Who-Lived?"

"The one who defeated You-Know-Who?"

"Well… sounds like my story."

"Do you have… uh…" Ron tries his best to not be impolite as he points his finger to his own forehead. "That?"

"You mean this?" The boy sees no reasons to hide as he lifts his front hairbang up, revealing the lightning scar.

"Wicked!" The twins say in excitement.

"Wow…" Ron follows quickly with marvel in his eyes.

"Hey, how about you two stay here too?"

"We got our own, thank you Harry! See you soon Ron!" With that the twins leave with a smile on their faces, seeing that their years are going to be interesting.

It takes a few seconds more for Ron to ask: "So that's where… the You-Know-Who left…"

"Maybe. Not too sure about that, I was just one back then."

"So… were they your adopted parents back in the station?" Harry nods in confirmation. "I was expecting them to be friends of yours to help you come to the platform."

"I can see why." Harry laughs, and follows Ron who quickly stops and turns his head away. "By the way, are your whole family members wizards?"

"I… guess so? My mother has a cousin who's an accountant but she said nothing about him." A few seconds later. "How are they like, your current parents? My mother said they Apparate away when you get on the train…" That causes Harry to stare blankly for a second before bursting out a laugh, causing the Weasley to blush. "Am I wrong?"

"My apology. Just remembering something. They are… well, how should I put it? They are not ones I can describe in words. You have to meet them to understand."

"Ah… so your mother back then… She's young."

"She is. Your mother is lovely too. Having five children…"

"Seven." Harry blinks. "I'm the sixth child, and the sixth one to enter Hogwarts."

"Wow… your family is big!"

Ron's ears redden a bit. "Kinda. People are expecting much from me due to how good my brothers are. But really, having five older brothers to accomplish anything…"

"They can't be good at everything. I'm sure you can find something you do well that your brothers don't."

If the redness on the ears is not very clear, it is now. "Well… thanks for the confidence."

What comes next is silence as both of them don't have anything else to say. Harry returns his focus back to the book as Ron watches the view outside of the window.

When the time reaches half past twelve, a serving lady slides their door open and asks sweetly if they want something to eat. Harry comes out and buys almost everything, some for each, while Ron says that he brought lunch. Though when the boy sees his partner's package, he offers to share what he just got to the Weasley. The redhead refuses at first, but eventually joins in.

"Speaking of Voldy, is he that bad?" In the middle of eating, Harry remembers the twin speaking about You-Know-Who. "Even uncle Sirius and uncle Lupin don't say his name often."

"Voldy?" Ron asks back in confusion, which turns horrified and impressed when Harry says Voldemort. "You really said his name!"

"And what's the problem, really? It's just a name."

"Well, it's sort of an omen to us. He didn't earn the title of the Most Dangerous Dark Wizard for nothing."

"It is that bad, huh? Guess I will stick with Voldy, then."

"I'm even more impressed that you dared give him a nickname."

"Blame my mother's friends for it. They don't really treat anything as a threat unless they face them head-on, and even then they still can crack a joke."

"Sounds like Fred and George." The two laugh as they continue eating.

…

Hours later

"I'm sorry, but have you guys seen a frog nearby?" A knock on the door, and Harry opens it to reveal a round-faced boy with a tearful expression.

"Probably in our stomach already." Harry jokes. But when he sees the expression worsen, he quickly apologies: "Sorry, bad joke. No, we haven't. We will tell if we see him. Or he might turn up before you know it."

"Maybe..." The boy says with a miserable look. "Sorry, if you see him…" He then leaves without another word.

"To be honest, I would rather not have a frog as a pet."

"Probably someone's gift for him." Harry closes the door. "Do you have one?"

"We have Errol, but he's more of a family owl than our own. Father just bought Hermes as a gift for Percy when he's announced to be a Prefect."

"Having too many children surely puts a strain, huh?"

"Yeah…"

"But at least it's good to have a family."

"You… I'm sorry."

"Don't worry." Harry's smile eases the boy's fear of being insensitive. "I may not be able to meet my real parents, but I'm sure they won't like me being sad just because of that."

"...Your current parents know how to give you what you need, huh?"

"And yet they told me they are bad at it." The two laugh again, lifting the atmosphere up. "Oh, I just remember. There are four houses in Hogwarts, right? How are we going to know which we will enter?"

"Beats me. Fred and George said it's going to hurt."

That causes the boy to raise his eyebrows up. "Really?"

"They're jokers, so I'm sure it's just to scare me." Ron turns gloomy a bit. "But I think it's something to do with magic."

"Well, we're heading to a magic school. That's to be expected." That makes the other boy chuckle. "We'll leave that to the school then…"

"People said that Harry Potter is in this compartment. So it's you huh?"

The door slides open, again, and the boys turn to see who it is… and Harry groans. "Oh you again."

"Glad that you remember." Not noticing the sarcasm, the blondy smirks. Seeing Harry's glance towards the two behind him, the boy introduces. "They are Crabbe and Goyle. My name's Draco, Draco Malfoy."

Ron turns his face away and lets out a cough, which might be used to hide a snigger. Which didn't come past Draco.

"Think my name is funny? I don't even need to ask who you are. Red hair, freckles, too many children to afford, you are just as Weasley as the others." Harry's eyes twitch in annoyance. "There are other wizard families you should make friends with instead of the Weasleys, Potter. I can help you…"

"Not without a ten foot pole."

The blondy frowns while Ron's snigger turns into a chuckle, which causes the duo behind Draco to crack their knuckles in anger. "Careful with your words, Potter. Unless you want to end the same ways as your parents."

"At least they die fighting. Your family meanwhile sticks to a bully, pathetic way to live, doesn't it?"

Draco's face turns red in anger as well, but he manages to raise his hand up to stop his 'friends' from jumping in and punching the other duo.

"If you have nothing else to say, then leave." Harry's tone gets lower and a bit darker. "You're not welcome here."

To cover up his anger, the blondy smirks. "Ah, but we don't feel like leaving now. You still have a lot of…"

"Leave." To the others' surprise, Harry's left hand starts emitting lightning as his expression turns sour, clearly ready to fight if necessary. That is a clear signal that Draco instantly orders Crabbe and Goyle to run away instantly.

"Bloody hell mate… is that…" After the boys calm down, Ron asks in surprise. "You can use magic without a wand?"

"One of the few tricks." The redhead gasps in shock, not expecting that the boy before him can do high-level spells, which are just normal in Gamindustri's standard. Harry leans back to his seat and sighs while disabling the spell. He then tells Ron about his meeting in Diagon Alley with Draco. "Heard that his father supported Voldy back in the day. Is it true?"

Recovering from the shock, Ron answers. "They did, but they claimed that they're bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it though, saying they didn't need an excuse to go to the Dark Side."

"...We will see."

"Did something just happen?"

"...If this is my house, I would put the 'Do not disturb' board on the door." Harry turns to look at who just appears on the front door. "Do you need something?"

"I just heard that a fight happened here. I hope you guys aren't just fighting right before we enter Hogwarts." The new 'intruder', who is a girl his age with bushy brown hair and, to his own amusement, large front teeth. Though her bossy voice reminds him of Noire and Uni. "You didn't fight, did you?"

"If we did, there would be three bodies lying in the hall." Ron 'OH!' in a smirk expression while hiding his smile behind his hand. "Anyway, good evening. Harry Potter, and he's Ron Weasley."

"Are you really? Name's Hermione Granger." Still with the bossy tone, she replies. "I know all about you. I got a few extra books for background reading…"

"Ever heard of Gamindustri?" Now Harry's annoyed. However, it's not the same kind with Draco. The girl before him probably just needs to get her eyes off the book and look out more.

"...What?" Now that confuses the girl. She's definitely never heard of it. So are the rest of the world.

"Unless I'm the writer of the books or I gave my privacy to the writers, don't ever say that you know me."

Now that makes her shut up, which relieves Harry that at least she's reasonable. Then, she says: "Well, you should put your robes on. I just talked with the conductor and he said we're nearly there." Just when she finishes, there's an announcement across the train. "That's the cue. See you in school."

With the girl left, Ron groans as Harry closes the door and the two start wearing their robes. "I hope she's not in the same house as mine."

"I would rather have her than Draco. She just needs to be less bossy. If she just happens to be a Tsundere…"

"A what?"

"Oh you don't need to know."

After the trip across the lake on the boat (and the boy before managed to find his frog), the First Years reach the castle door, and the Gamekeeper knocks on it three times. The door swings open and a tall, black-haired lady in emerald robe stands there. The half-Giant says first: "Here's the First Years, Professor McGonagall."

"Thank you, Hagrid. I will take them from here."

'Mina in her older age then.' Harry giggles in his mind as he and the others follow the professor who leads them into a small chamber that might be next to a sort of meeting hall since he can hear loud conversations. The Professor then explains what's going to happen, and leaves to prepare the Sorting Ceremony.

"Sorting right in front of the whole school?" Ron nervously says. "What do you think the test could be?"

"With this many people? Not very sure."

Someone then screams, and Harry looks around to see numerous ghosts flying into the room. They're all slightly transparent-white and they all talk to each other while ignoring the students below. Though they do notice and some speak to the students, which shows Harry that they're 'okay' ghosts. The Professor quickly returns and leads the First Years to the Great Hall, where the rest of the school (Harry guesses) is in. He surely expects this place to look like what he saw in anime/cartoons and he is not disappointed, plus with a sky ceiling…

"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside."

'Thank you, Captain Obvious.' Harry rolls his eyes and groans in his mind, but then he sees Professor McGonagall placing a four-legged stool down and putting a pointy hat which looks extremely dirty and patched poorly on it. A few seconds later it starts singing, and Harry catches the lyrics. 'A talking hat who can read people's minds… Each house has its own traits. So it's a bit like things in Gamindustri, except that the people can choose where they can live…'

As the others cheer when the hat finishes the song and Ron grunting about Fred talking about wrestling a troll, the professor starts announcing names of the First Years, and each starts getting on and takes the hat on their heads. Each time it takes a few seconds to a minute before the hat voices out where the student would be sorted to. Hermione Granger and, to his surprise, Neville Longbottom are both sorted into Gryffindor. Malfoy and his friends, unsurprisingly, are sorted into Slytherin. And then…

"Potter, Harry!"

That silences the whole hall, but that doesn't deter him from reaching for the hat. He sits down, and McGonagall places the hat on his head, which somehow covers his eyes. The last thing he sees before darkness is the students asking others if he's the real Harry Potter…

'Ah, the infamous Potter…'

'Please don't say it like you know me.'

'Forgive my intrusions then.'

'If you didn't give my secrets out.'

'Of course, I would never… Hm, now this is difficult.'

'What, too many things for you to check, old hat?'

'*Chuckle* Cheeky boy. Your courage can even put your old man to shame. Intelligent too, like your mother, maybe even more when you have tutored by those Immortals.'

'You can dig that far?'

'The old cohorts who made me are to blame. Let's continue… You are loyal to those who are good to others, I see… Your awareness is surprisingly good for younglings your age…'

'Thanks to that bully named Voldy.'

'Ah, not even fearing the Dark Wizard. *Chuckle* You know, I was planning to turn you to Slytherin, but with that attitude, I'm sure they will try putting you down.'

'They can try.'

'Oh I would like to see that, but I sort based on what you have. Unfortunately you are just a tiny bit away from being a Slytherin.'

'And that is?'

'Do you expect me to tell you…'

'Just to ruin the fun? Nah thank you.'

'Precisely why my decision is…'

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The hat is lifted off his head, and now Harry sees the hall again, with his new house's table cheering in excitement with the Weasley twins shouting the loudest. Proudly walking to the table, he sits down opposite to one of the ghosts he saw earlier, and he receives a pat to the shoulder which makes him feel like he's being hit by the Lowee Candidate's Ice spells.

"Seven minutes, boy. You set a new record. Even McGonagall didn't take that long."

"Is it bad?"

"Oh no, not at all. Just showed that you are special."

The boy nods and turns back just in time for the sorting time of Ron. And, like a tradition in his family, he's also a Gryffindor fellow. Harry joins the cheer with the others, and pats the boy as the redhead collapses on the chair. "Well done Ron!"

"Thank you all." Ron weakly smiles.

The Sorting is done with the last one being Slytherin, and Professor McGonagall brings the hat away. The Headmaster stands up, and Harry can see the unmistaken smile on his face as he widens his arms to the whole students. "Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I have a few words for you all…"

'Oh no, it's going to be…'

"Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you!"

'...Okay, that's unexpected.' Harry can't help but let out a small giggle, and then he widens his eyes when the food magically appears before him. Feeling his mouth slightly watering, he quickly wipes away then says 'Itadakimasu' and starts picking the food into his plate.

"That looks good…" The ghost says sadly as he watches him cutting one of the steaks.

"Oh, you want some?" Harry picks one of the pieces with his fork and offers it to the ghost.

"Thank you boy, but I don't eat anymore. Haven't done so for five hundred years. I do miss it though."

"No spells for you to enjoy food again?"

"Not that we're aware of. Oh, I think I haven't introduced myself yet. Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington at your service."

"Oh, you are Nearly-Headless Nick!" Ron exclaims after he swallows a piece of turkey.

"I would prefer you to call me at least Sir Nicholas…"

"How can you be nearly headless?" Seamus Finnigan, a fellow Gryffindor interrupts.

The ghost pulls his head out, showing that there's a small piece of meat that connects his head and his body. He looks pleased at the stun looks he gets from the new students…

"That executor should be fired for doing his job poorly."

"Nice one, mister Potter." The ghost laughs at the boy's joke. "Anyway, new Gryffindors! I hope you can help us win this year's House Championship Cup."

"Oh so there's a competition between houses. I'm in!"

"That's the spirit!"

…

After getting himself full enough, he puts his knife and fork down and wipes his mouth while looking up to the teacher's table to see some familiar faces: The Headmaster himself, Hagrid who waves at him when their eyes meet, Professor McGonagall who's talking to a short teacher, Professor Quirrell…

His scar suddenly burns up in pain, causing his eyes to twitch as he reaches his free hand to the scar.

"What's wrong?" Percy who happens to notice it asks.

"Nothing." The burn quickly vanishes. He looks back to see Quirrell is talking to a hook-nosed teacher who's for some reason looking at Harry intensely. 'Okay… I don't like that look.' "Percy, who's the teacher talking to Professor Quirrell?"

"Oh, you know Quirrell already? No wonder he's nervous. That's Professor Snape of Potions, but he really wants Quirrell's class which is Defense Against Dark Arts."

"I see…" The pain never returns, so Harry decides to not care about it for now and just treats it as a one-time thing.

After all the food disappears, Dumbledore stands up again and the hall falls silent.

"I have a few last words as we're all fed and watered."

'That's one way to say having dinner.' Harry snickers in his mind.

"Mister Filch asked me to remind you that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors."

'No-running-in-the-hall thing then.'

"Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their house teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, the Forbidden Forest and the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side are out of bounds for those who do not wish to die a painful death."

Unaware to the other students, that's just a straight-up 'come and get me' invitation to Harry. Blame Anonydeath for teaching him to poke holes in the rules.

"Before we head to bed, let's sing the school song!"

Lyrics start appearing before the students, and Harry notices there's no indications of how to sing it.

"Everyone picks their favorite tune…"

'Oh no…'

"And off we go!"

'5pb. would murder him on spot if she hears us singing like this.' Harry thinks amusingly as everyone sings the worst (and most hilarious) song of his life. After that, they're free to return to their house's dorm.

They start climbing through the stairs, and he sees many pictures moving and talking with each other as they watch the students walking. In the end, the Gryffindor students reach a picture of Fat Lady and Percy speaks out the password so that the Lady will let them into the dorm. The Prefect directs the First Year students to their new room, and Harry finds himself sharing with Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus. Not a problem to him.

Though it seems that they ate a bit too much that the rest fell asleep almost instantly. Now there's only Harry awake trying to sort his luggage a bit more…

Don't forget the bezoar.

'Oh geez, thanks Dad. Too eager that you can't wait for me to call?'

Use the watch when they are awake. First time should leave an impression, right?

'...Good call. Thank you Dad. So you saw everything. What do you think?'

You know me. Neutral. And no, I won't tell you about the scar yet.

'Aw, you beat me to it.'

That sarcasm doesn't work on me, kid. You should be in bed now.

'Guess so. Say hi to Mom for me.'

I will.