Ok so welcome back! I'm not sure what to say for this one, but thank you for hanging in there. I'm not gonna waste your time with this, so story:

The train was rather calming as the officer sat in his seat in the back. Thunder roared outside as it sped past one world into another. He let out a small sigh and summoned his main legion again.

"So..how's it going?" it asked.

"Good, good." Howard replied. "We're on the train at least. I think once we get there we should make a plan on how to navigate this situation. "We're gonna have to keep an eye on the red headed kid with Harry." he showed a picture of Ron to his legion.

"And you're sure we can't stab him, that right sir?"

"No one's being stabbed. Stop mentioning it." He whispered. Truly looking around, this train was full of children, most under his age.

"We need to map out the school when we get there. We-"

"You." Swordsy interrupted

Howard sent his legion a sideways glance. "WE don't know anything about Hogwarts. Judging by the train there's a city's worth of students going here, not to mention the staff."

"Yeah, how about we get there first and then talk. This train is agitating."

A chill ran through the officer's spine, his legion was unfortunately right. The train was slowing, then stopped suddenly, knocking the officer out of his seat. The lights went out after that leaving a faint glow from the officer's hair whenever he had his legions out. He stood up, slightly stumbling, and looked around. Students were yelling in surprise and scrambling over themselves trying to get out of their compartments. There was an eeriness in the air that the officer couldn't pinpoint. Stepping forwards, he slowly made his way to the main compartments. Before he could get far, two large hooded figures stood in his way. One was making its way into a nearby, oddly glowing compartment. The other was headed straight towards him.

Though, it wasn't really. It simply looked around a bit, seeming to sniff the area, as if looking for something. Perhaps this one was blind, or were they all blind? He got his legion in a battle ready stance.

"H-hey! Who are you?" he called to the figure. It was taller than a human, and seemed to be floating…was it a sort of ghost? It would make sense here at least. he thought. As soon as he spoke, the figure stared straight at him, reaching out to him with a gross, slimy gray hand. It grabbed his shoulder, sending a cold shock through his system. Then, it started breathing. A long, ragged breath could be felt on his skin, causing Howard to cough. It was a suffocating, choking coldness that entered him. There was the scent of blood all around him. He could practically feel it on his hands, mouth, and leaking from his chest as he hit the metal from the train's floor. He felt as though he was falling despite seeing himself on the train, staring up at the hooded ghost. His legion, dutifully nearby, was still in its readied position.

"G-go.." he called out. The legion looked at him, and struck the figure, forcing it to let out a hiss of pain. The choking coldness soon left him, and he managed to stand. The hooded ghost-thing was floating at least a meter away, clutching onto its arm. The hand was still on the officer's shoulder, and he threw it back in disgust. Was this some sort of possession situation? There was no blood to be seen. The figure came back to grab its own hand, putting it back into its cloak. Without another word, or whatever gurgling sound it made, the figure fled towards the front of the train.

He could only stand and watch as the lights suddenly came back on in the train. Feeling dizzy, he sat back down on one of the seats closeby. His sword legion awkwardly floated nearby, watching him.

"The hell happened with that thing?" it asked.

"I..I don't know. It was probably a ghost or something. That's in magic stuff, right?"

The legion shrugged.

Looking back towards the train again, a man got out of one of the compartments, and they made eye contact. He dismissed his legion as the man drew closer.

"Hello there. Are you doing alright? You look a little pale." the man said.

"Uh…yeah, thanks." Howard replied.

"Was that your first time dealing with a dementor?"

Howard nodded. That's probably the ghost-thing, he figured

The man snapped something, and threw a piece of chocolate at him.

"Eat. It'll make you feel better." he practically ordered before leaving for the front.

As he ate the chocolate, he felt the warmth return to him, and the shock of the 'dementor' attack wore away. It took a few minutes, but the man went back to the compartment he was staying at. During this time, the train got up and running again, leaving Officer Howard in silence as it pushed forwards to its destination.

It didn't take long before the train stopped again, this time for good. Students started getting off, to which he followed them from behind. It was hard to pinpoint where Harry and his friends went as the cacophony of hoots, cats meowing, and either a frog or a toad was croaking loudly. The platform they got out on was cold and icy from the sheeting rain.

"Firs' years this way!" a voice yelled. Turning to look, Howard was surprised to see a giant man leading small children towards some sort of lake in the distance. It seemed the majority of students was headed in the other direction, so he followed them.

There were at least a hundred stagecoaches pulled by dark, skeletal winged horses? Were they horses? The creatures had reptile-like heads, and leathery looking wings. These were the things that pulled the carriages? As he summoned his beast legion, he watched as the students nonchalantly got into the iron carriages, practically not even seeing the creepy dragon-horses. Perhaps they can't see them, like legions. he wrote down in his notes as he slowly followed the carriages once the last one pulled away. The carts all went in a straight line towards giant, towering gates with winged boars on stone towers. Two more of the 'dementors' were flanking the sides of the gate. His legion snarled at him, yet the dementors stared back unflinching. Were they always stationed here? Suspicion and unease churned in Howard's chest. Finally, the coaches stopped by a giant castle. Howard looked up at it as he dismounted his legion. It was a huge, medieval looking building, definitely big enough to house hundreds, if not thousands of students and teachers. And it would never change; this was a book after all. What would happen to this place if such a catastrophic event like the one in his world happened here? He couldn't help but feel a tad envious of this world. Taking a picture, he petted his beast legion. It wagged its tail happily. The hoard of children was moving, with few adults, and Officer Howard jogged after them.

The crowd went up the stairs and into the castle using giant wooden doors. It led into a further giant torchlit hall. It was much more artistically designed than anything Howard had ever seen; only in history books written after his world went to hell. His city was more based in technology and tall, thinner buildings to crowd as many people as possible in a small amount of space. Maybe something would happen to this place later on, who knows?

As the group waded into the building, he caught a glimpse of an old, strict woman asking for a 'Potter' and a 'Granger'. Harry Potter! Unless there was another Potter, he had to investigate. After seeing them start to leave, he let the rest of the students walk forwards as he followed. They were going up some marble stairs into a corridor. As they went into the room, the officer deployed his beast legion again. It might be important to overhear this conversation. But the door was conveniently closed. Luckily though, shortly after a woman walked up and moved her way into the office, either not noticing or caring about the intruder. It seemed his hypothesis of the wizards not being able to see legions was true.

"I'm fine," a boy said, "I don't need anything". That must be Harry.

"Oh, it's you, is it?" said a woman, "I suppose you've been doing something dangerous again?"

"It was a dementor, Poppy," said an older woman, the same who called Harry and his friend in.

The younger woman clucked disapprovingly.

"Setting dementors around a school", she muttered, and he heard her pushing back Harry's hair.

"He won't be the last one who collapses. Yes, he's all clammy. Terrible things, they are, and the effect they have on people who are already delicate."

"I'm not delicate!" said Harry crossly.

"Of course you're not," said Madam Pomfrey absentmindedly, now taking his pulse. "What does he need?" said Professor McGonagall crisply. "Bed rest? Should he perhaps spend tonight in the hospital wing?"

"I'm fine!" said Harry, jumping up. The thought of what Draco Malfoy would say if he had to go to the hospital wing was torture.

"Well, he should have some chocolate, at the very least," said the younger woman, who was probably Poppy.

"I've already had some," said Harry. "Professor Lupin gave me some. He gave it to all of us."

"Did he, now?" said a now happier Poppy. "So we've finally got a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who knows his remedies?" Really? Was this place purposefully dangerous or bad luck?

"Are you sure you feel all right, Potter?" The older woman said with a sharpness in her tongue.

"Yes, "said Harry.

"Very well. Kindly wait outside while I have a quick word with Miss Granger about her course schedule, then we can go down to the feast together." the older woman dismissed Harry.

He, in turn, dismissed his legion as Harry and Poppy came out of the office and into the corridor. He held his breath and hid behind the open door as Poppy headed out and went to another room somewhere else. It was a grueling few minutes as Harry just stood there waiting. Should he just find another place to hide? That was risky; this castle was entirely new to him. After what felt like forever, the older teacher woman and the girl from the shop, Miss Granger, walked out together. They made their way down the stairs back into the hall. Howard followed them as silently as he could. The group went into some sort of dining hall, with even more students wearing black hats, sitting at tables with mountains of food. Candles were floating in midair, and there were seemingly teachers at the very end at a separate table facing the rest of them. There was this very, very old man looking onto the set of students. His stare almost felt…intimidating. Definitely exuding power. Howard went towards the back of the dining hall, in one of the little corners.

By the way he addressed the crowd with an air of authority it can be assumed this was the headmaster of the school. He talked of the dementors at the school, and how they could see people through something called an 'invisibility cape'. From previous experience, it seemed completely possible they could see through legions, so that wouldn't help him at all; he added this speech to his notes. There were new teachers, such as the one who helped him earlier named Lupin, and someone named Rubeus Hagrid was a 'Care for/of Magical Creatures' class. One table was particularly excited about this announcement.

When the final news was shared and it was time to eat, Howard walked off. He hadn't eaten since the train, but didn't feel comfortable enough to steal a bite in front of the school. He also had to find somewhere to sleep if he was going to stay here. There were a number of rooms that lined the halls of this school castle. Each door was either locked or a classroom. Finally, he found something he could use. It was a closet. It wasn't the best, but it was good enough. He could redecorate later. For now, among the brooms, cleaning supplies, and surprisingly soft towels, he went to sleep on his first night of Hogwarts.