He had known that Wizards weren't exactly big on common sense, for why else would they choose to wear outdated clothing while trying to blend into the regular world, but he had no idea that they were this bad.

First of all, even with the aid of magic, it was rather stupid to entrust the well-being of forty eleven years to only a single person. For despite being the largest man he'd ever seen, at least in the Human World, the oversized mountain man was still only one person in charge of looking after a large number of excited preteens. Some of who were already displaying habits that would all but guarantee them a ticket to Hell once their time had come.

He would have thought that escorting new students to the castle would have been one of the responsibilities of the school's Prefects, but apparently, that wasn't the case.

His second problem with his journey had been with the method of travel.

While everyone else got to ride in carriages pulled by creatures that would make Blitzo extremely jealous once he knew about them, he had to travel across some dark and chilly lake in a boat that could only fit four people.

It helped that Freckles and Beaver Hair were in another boat, but not by a whole lot since he now had to put up with a toad-obsessed boy, another elitist snob, though thankfully one that was more progressive than Malfoy, and some gossiping girl named after a plant.

It also didn't help that his senses were detecting a rather large and powerful animal trailing after them. Of course, he didn't feel any sense of hostility from it, but the fact remained that he was sort of vulnerable while sitting in a boat that could easily be tipped over.

Then after finally landing at some dock underneath the castle, he had been greeted with a stern-looking Scotswoman.

At first it wasn't too bad, even if her speech about house loyalty didn't mean anything to him since he was confident that said loyalty only lasted so long as one was willing to conform to established norms. But that feeling had quickly passed when her focus settled on him.

It had been brief, and if he hadn't been taught to properly analyze his surroundings, he would have missed it, but the Witch's expression had morphed into shock, and then relief upon seeing him before turning back into a look of professional sternness.

He didn't really know what he had done to earn such a look, for it had lacked the same fanboying enthusiasm as the Ginger kid, but it was enough to make him wary.

But for the moment he had more important things to focus on.

For just after the adult had chosen to once again leave forty eleven-year-olds unattended, though he suspected that there were SOME magical safeguards in place to keep them safe, his first business opportunity revealed itself.

Or to be more specific, it floated out of a wall wearing clothes that were not only out of style, but also see-through.

"Forgive and forget I say. Besides, it was just a harmless prank. No harm done."

"No harm done? My dear Friar the ONLY reason why there wasn't any harm done is because he pulled that prank on those who do not care if they get a sword or dagger through the head."

"Which in turn shows that he is capable of consideration, and thus does not deserve the punishment the majority of our group is pushing fo….Oh my word. Is it that time again already? You'll have to forgive me, children. Once you are dead, time has a way of slipping away from you. Why, I remember this one time where…"

Blocking out the fat monk's reminiscing, Harry quickly scanned each and every equally bored-looking Ghost as he tried to find the one that could bring in a decent amount of cash.

Sadly, apart from the one whose head didn't seem to be securely attached to his neck, none of these spirits appeared to have suffered a violent death.

And considering the fact that they were all wearing clothes that hadn't been fashionable since the dark ages, the chances of any of them attracting a nice payday back home were slim to nil.

Huffing in annoyance, and successfully managing to drown out all the excited and fearful chatter on how they would be sorted into their cliques, Harry kept his attention solely focused on the door in front of him.

Not just because that had been the door in which the stern Scotswoman had left. But also because for the briefest of moments, he had sensed two minor sources of Dark Magic.

The weakest of them for some strange reason reminded of that feeling he had gotten from the Ginger kid.

But the other one was not only oddly familiar for some strange reason but also felt like it possessed a will of its own.

He fully intended to tell Master Stolas about this feeling when he went home for the weekend. But until that time, he would use a strategy that almost every Demon in Hell used when facing an unknown enemy.

Ensuring that his meat shield was thick enough to stop a bullet.

Cause when it came down to it, none of these people were worth sacrificing himself for.

….

Despite his advancing years, and the ever-present heartbreak of failing to do more than temporary control the hatred between those that stubbornly clung to traditional practices and those that embraced the future, the moment that he continued to cherish the most was the arrival of eager children wishing to explore the joys of magic.

Of course, he knew that for most of them this joy would largely disappear as they either got used to the wonders of their surroundings. That, or disheartened by the amount of studying that had to be done in order to utilize their talents.

But the fact remained that these young minds were the future of the Wizarding World. And it was both his honor and pleasure to ensure that their time within the walls of Hogwarts would eventually be a fond memory that they could look back on.

And speaking of memories, he could honestly not recall the last time Minerva ever had that sort of urgency in her step for something as simple, yet highly important, as informing him of the arrival of this year's batch of new students.

Fortunately, he did not have to wait too long to have his curiosity satisfied. For as soon as she made her way to the head table, the usually composed Scotswoman shot off a small privacy spell before telling him what had gotten her to act in such an unusual state.

"He's here Albus! I don't know how, but he's here!"

Knowing full well who she was referring to, for there was only one eleven-year-old that could cause her to act like this, Dumbledore managed to resist the impulse to verify this information for himself when he noticed the odd looks he was getting from not only a certain Potions Master, but also his former Muggle Studies teacher.

To see Severus sporting a suspicious frown wasn't too surprising, for even if he couldn't hear the news Minerva had delivered, the man had seen enough to realize that something important must have happened.

And considering the fact that the trail to find the last Potter had gone stone cold, minus the occasional dream where talking sheep and a rather overgrown crying baby tried to warn him about Hell, the bearded Wizard knew that any positive change in the Transfiguration Professor's demeanor would be linked to Harry's status.

Quirrell's reaction of course was also odd, even if the sight of Minerva being extra cautious caused him to stop his unfortunate twitching. But he supposed that since his conversational companion had been Severus, who never gave off the most welcoming of auras, it was understandable that the turban-wearing man would both enjoy, and be curious about the interruption.

Sadly he couldn't focus too long on his musings. For not only was his faithful deputy waiting for a response. But he also had hundreds of hungry mouths to feed, which could only happen after the Sorting Hat had finished the task of sorting forty eleven-year-olds into their proper houses.

"That is indeed wonderful news Minerva. Once the Sorting is finished, perhaps it would be best to set up a meeting between us in order to better establish his well-being. But sadly for the time being we have more pressing matters to attend to."

Receiving a nod from the green robe Witch, whose gaze had briefly lingered on the currently deactivated object that would soon sort forty new students into their respective Houses, Dumbledore kept his attention on the Great Hall Doors despite Severus's not so subtle attempt to gain his attention.

And as he did every year at this time, he examined each and every new student with a smile and a hope for their future.

However, he did notice some slightly upsetting features about this year's batch of newcomers.

The son of Lucius, whose young years ensured that he had time to choose another path than the one his father had willingly embraced, bore an expression that, while angry, nevertheless carried a touch of fear to it.

The youngest son of Arthur and Molly, while still desiring that need to be recognized for his own talents, something he had also experienced during those dark years when he was still trying to distance himself from his father's understandable, but no less unfortunate actions, had a look of confusion about him that shockingly enough also reminded him of himself. Though he prayed that this pondering expression bore nothing in common to the revelation he had sadly experienced when Gellert had revealed that nothing would stand in the way of his ambitions.

A bushy Muggleborn girl wore an expression that indicated that she had lost some of the wonder that came from learning Magic was real. Sadly while his enchantments had ensured that there was no way for the students to grievously harm one another while on the train, he knew full well just how dangerous words could be on the unwary.

These were all causes for concern.

But what took him back the most was the sight of the black-haired child whose first eight years of life had been nothing but hardship.

And all because of his mistakes.

His decision to dismiss Sybil as a true Seer before the prophecy had been made had resulted in him failing to put up the necessary privacy wards in time. Ensuring that while incomplete, Tom still got to discover that there was now a threat to his existence.

His failure to convince the Potters to name him as their secret keeper had resulted in a horrifying night of betrayal and murder.

And perhaps the worst of all, placing him in the custody of those who were just as selfish and cruel as any of Tom's followers.

He had hoped that the funds he had taken from Harry's fault, done only as an emergency gesture and with full intentions to pay him back, would be enough to lighten the burden of taking care of another child.

But Petunia's jealousy and hatred had been too powerful for her to overcome. Ensuring that instead of a loving and supportive home, young Harry's existence had been little better than a House Elf.

And yet as he looked upon the son of Lily and James, he did not see a scrawny, understandably nervous boy. But instead, a well-fed, lightly scowling boy who alarmingly enough reminded him of another dark-haired orphan.

Apart from their first meeting, Tom had always gone to great lengths to appear as nothing more than a charming and inquisitive student. But he had always been able to see that such a front could easily shatter if the boy's patience was pushed past a certain limit, though he always chose to enact his vengeance well away from the eyes of others.

Harry on the other hand, while displaying the signs that he too would get even with those that crossed him, nevertheless made no efforts to conceal this from people. Which in its own way was a lot more honest than Tom, but also troubling due to the boy's fame.

For while most of Wizarding Britain viewed the boy as a savior, sadly forgetting what had immediately preceded the moment in which he had put an end to Tom's campaign of terror, there were still factions that wouldn't hesitate to seize any opportunity to discredit him.

Most of them of course were those that had managed to avoid punishment for their active association with Voldemort, but there were also those that, while never siding with the Death Eaters, had nevertheless believed in the outdated concepts of blood purity. And would undoubtedly turn on young Harry once it became apparent that he would never follow their political agenda.

But until he managed to have an actual conversation with the boy, who's closed, but nevertheless confident demeanor had regrettably caused a certain Potions Master to remember unpleasant and regrettable confrontations from his childhood, Dumbledore would not make any hasty assumptions.

Though as Harry's name was finally called, causing an outbreak of hushed whispering to spread across the hall as they watched the black-haired boy approach the Sorting Hat, he couldn't help but hope that he had heard enough to reject the House of the Serpents.

For he knew that his anger would only worsen if he was forced to always be on guard.

And despite his sincerest wish that it was otherwise, Slytherin House was still, unfortunately, a place where Tom, if he ever returned to full strength, would attract numerous followers to his cause.

This meant that unless Harry showed the same sort of ruthlessness that had started another unfortunate orphan on his path into evil, he would be friendless.

A fate that he wished on no one.

…

It was official.

The Wizarding World was insane.

For instead of taking into account the individual's preferences, or even the consensus of the majority, they decided to entrust the clique selection process to a hat.

It didn't matter that it was magical and appeared to possess a degree of sentience.

The fact remained that they were allowing a piece of felt to determine the fate of an eleven-year-old child for the next seven years of their life.

However, despite the very real urge to leave as soon as his name was called, Harry knew that wasn't an option. So doing his best to channel the determination of his parents, all the while ignoring the excited whispers that had broken out at the announcement of his birth name, the disguised dragon Demon slowly but surely made his way to the empty stool.

And tried not to flinch as he felt the gentle yet familiar sensation of a telepathic link being formed.

"Now this is interesting. I have of course come across many unique individuals during the course of my existence. But never as one as interesting as you Mr. Potter. Or should I say DAEMON?"

Gritting his teeth in annoyance, even though he knew he would have to get used to people calling him Potter despite his wishes, Harry sent back a thought towards the presence in his mind.

"If you call me anything else BUT that then I might just see if Hogwarts' Sorting Hat can become the Sorting Candle."

Of course, his insult was only met with amused laughter.

"Oh I'm certain with your knowledge you could come close boy, but you're still at least a decade away before your magic can rival that of the Founders that made me what I am today. But we are getting off-topic. To allay that suspicious mind of yours, you should know that I have been enchanted to never divulge what I see in each head that I am sat upon. And during the near thousand years of my existence, despite the efforts of some individuals, no one has ever been able to force me to tell the secrets that I see in each and every child I meet."

Mentally scoffing that this assumption, though a touch unnerved by the potential that there had been someone who had tried to learn the innermost thoughts of eleven-year-olds, even most Overlords weren't THAT sick, Harry managed to remain patient as his mind was filled with a thoughtful hum.

"Difficult. Very Difficult. My boy, you possess qualities that would satisfy the requirements of every founding member of this school. The cunning of Slytherin. The intelligence of Ravenclaw. The courage of Gryffindor. And the loyalty of Hufflepuff. The question is, however, which of these attributes is stronger than the others? For while you do possess a level of resourcefulness and intelligence that would indeed make you welcome in either Slytherin or Ravenclaw, you do not believe in 'knowledge for knowledge' sake, and you lack the same sort of selfishness that sadly has become a common trait of the House of Serpents these past few years. However, while you possess an extraordinary amount of courage for one your age, you lack the desire to act on it unless it is in the defense of those with who you have already formed a bond. Yes, I see it now! With the hard work you have put into your studies, and the dedication you have towards those who you view as your family, better be… HUFFLEPUFF!"

Releasing a small grateful sigh at this declaration, for it meant he wasn't doomed to share a living space with either the blond idiot who had been sorted into Slytherin or the bushy-haired know-it-all who somehow wound up in Gryffindor, Harry quickly made his way over to the only table that hadn't greeted his sorting with stunned silence.

His first inclination had been to sit at the farthest end of the table, both to ensure that he wouldn't have to talk to people and keep people from stealing his dinner once it arrived.

But sadly, fate had other plans.

"Wotcher, Harry."

….

Doing his best to keep one eye on his wife's nervously twitching fingers, for even if she wasn't currently armed there was still many objects that could be used as deadly projectiles, Moxxie managed to keep his voice soothing as he broke the tense silence.

"Why don't you get some rest Mills. You've been waiting in that chair ever since we got back."

Of course this turned out to be the wrong thing to say to his wife.

"And I'm gonna keep sitting here til we hear from him. I knew we should have just dropped him off at that school instead of letting him get on that train. I mean it's not like it would have been hard to do since that book allows us to pretty much teleport anywhere we want."

At this Moxxie could only slowly nod his head in reluctant agreement.

"True. But…"

"But it would have given us a chance to see what kind of magical shit we have to get past once the Kid get's some names we can use."

Glaring at the lounging figure that was his boss, who had proceeded to invite both himself and Loona to crash at their place while they waited for Harry's to call home, the white-haired Imp managed to keep his temper as he addressed his messily snacking superior.

"While I am not refuting that point SIR, I am still of the belief that…"

"QUIET SWEETIE! HE'S CALLING!"

Sporting a small frown, though it had more to do with Blitzo's snickering reaction to Millie's words than the words themselves, Moxxie quickly faced the previously deactivated scrying mirror. And beheld the smiling face of his son.

"Hey mom! Hey dad! How you guys doi…oh. Hey Loona! Blitzo. What you guys doing there?"

Deciding that it was probably best not to say 'raiding his fridge', if only because he strongly suspected that she would eat more of his food to spite him, Moxxie held his tongue as Loona smirked at Harry's confused expression.

"Waiting to see if…"

"What the Hell do you think I'm here for? Name's kid. I need names. And I need them now."

Wisely inching away from the irritated looking Hellhound, for he wouldn't put it past her to use him as a projectile in her quest to punish Blitzo for his interruption, Moxxie could only watch with mild disapproval as Harry encouraged their employer's behavior.

"Well…I do have maybe one or two names. But I…"

"Good start kid. Good start. So what's the first one?"

Frowning at Blitzo's rudeness, something that was copied by both his wife and Loona, the white-haired Imp held his tongue as Harry proceeded to answer the question.

"Well the first one I got is the Malfoys. From what I learned, they're a family of criminal bigots who escaped prison because they had enough cash to bribe the right sort of people. I think that either some of their victims, or their less fortunate former allies, might pay a pretty penny to have them sent to Hell."

Eagerly nodding his head at this information, Blitzo couldn't help but make his own observation.

"Mhmm, mhmm. Like where your head's at kid. Evil rich assholes always have friends and enemies that would love to do them in. But tell me, how big of a bigot are we talking here? Back woods marrying cousin type? Or the type that looks good in jackboots and red armbands?"

The question earning yet another frown from Moxxie, though this had more to do with the knowledge that some his son was now associating with these types of people without either Millie or him at his side, the anxious Imp barely heard Harry's hum of consideration.

"Ummm, I'd say both to be honest. The way the heir to the family carries himself, and the fact that he just needs a tan scouts uniform and a red arm band to look like a poster child of the Hitler Youth, gives off a strong Nazi Vibe. Although the way he proudly speaks of the purity of his family bloodline kinda indicates that his family might be up for marrying their cousins."

Unsure if Harry actually knew what he was talking about, for he had yet to have THAT particular talk with him when it came to how babies were made, Moxxie was pulled from his musings thanks to another one of Loona's irritated sighs as her adoptive father once again proved that he was the most immature person here.

"Ok. Besides the family of incestuous Nazis, got anyway one else in mind? Your first find was a good one. But I wanna milk this cash pig for as long as possible."

Upon hearing this Harry could only frown in confusion.

"Don't you mean cash cow?"

Though expecting Blitzo to be his usual rude self whenever someone correct his inability to use a well known saying, the former circus performer manager to go far over the line than he usually did.

"I know what I said kid. You can yank nearly four times as long on a pig than you can a cow. Though I suppose it depends where your pulling from. Just remember to always aim when you do it. Otherwise you'll get a big, white crusty stain all over yo…"

"INAPPROPRIATE SIR!"

Doing his best to resist the very strong urge to shoot his overly vulgar employer, something which his wife was also having problems with judging by the way she was looking at the unapologetic Imp, Moxxie was secretly relieved when his son decided to move the conversation back to it's original topic.

"Anyway, I only have a few more names thanks to Tonks. But I think…"

"Waitwaitwaitwait. You made a new friend all ready? Oh that's wonderful Sweetie!"

Nodding his head in agreement, even if he thought that Millie's outburst was a tad premature, Moxxie couldn't help but chuckle as Harry proved to adopted some of the anti social mannerisms of his two closest, but older, friends.

"I think 'friend' might be too strong a word Mom. I mean, I've barely known her for more than a few hours, and…"

"Wait just a damn minute Kiddo. You've only been gone for a day, and you already found a new girl to replace my daughter as your number one? What's a matter? Looney not good enough for you anymore?"

Shaking his head at Blitzo's attitude reversal when it came to the friendship between Harry and Loona, who herself greeted this news with a mixed look of interest and annoyance Moxxie was unsurprised by Harry's reaction to this outburst.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

At this point Loona decided to intervene.

Though not before she sent Blitzo crashing into the floor with a quick kick to the back of his legs.

"He's just being an idiot Harry. Now you were saying?"

While both he and Millie knew that Loona wasn't interested in doing THAT with their son, she was a lot of things but a pedophile wasn't one of them, this was perhaps the first time that Moxxie thought that maybe his wife was right in suggesting that she was merely waiting for Harry to become a legal adult before making a move on him.

But such suspicions were quickly forgotten as his son answered the potentially dangerous question.

"Uhh…yeah anyways. She invited me to sit with her during the feast. I tried to say no but she wouldn't take no for an answer."

Of course Blizto, despite his current inability to get up off the floor couldn't help but comment on this.

"You mean she tried smothering you in her fun bags until you said ye…"

Wincing as he watched his fellow male receive a well-deserved kick in the groin, and quickly looking elsewhere as Loona sent him a look that promised him the same if he said anything, Moxie fought

"When I tried saying no, she told me that if I sat with her she would tell me a secret that only the older Hufflepuffs, and a pair of Ginger twins, knew about. And since it had to do with food…"

"You lost to your baser instincts. Can't say I'd blame you kid. If some loser was offering to take me out for free food, I'd totally do the same thing."

Deciding it was probably better for his health if he didn't remind her that she HAD done that many times over the years, which usually resulted in the type of illness that Harry had cured her of after they had rescued him from the hardly lamented Valentino, Moxxie could only smile as Harry continued his retelling.

"It's great really. I mean, yeah it doesn't really make up for the fact that Hufflepuff has a reputation for being a bit pathetic. But we're really close to the kitchens, which means that I don't have to worry about missing a meal anytime soon."

Hearing this, Millie could only smile. Though she couldn't help showing a bit of her concern.

"That's good Sweetie. But if anyone tries anything just because of your house…"

"I'll handle it Mom don't worry."

Pleased to see that Harry was taking his safety seriously, Moxxie couldn't help but think that his son had been sorted into a fraternity whose mascot best represented his son's personality.

Even if he did display characteristics that were more akin to a Honey Badger rather than it's less fearsome cousin.

But he kept that thought to himself as he listened to the rest of Harry's story about his day.

….

Despite the fact that it had given him something that would undoubtedly make his morning more than tolerable, Harry did his best to contain a very real desire to growl as he watched the white-feathered mail bird snatch another piece of bacon off HIS plate.

"Don't you have somewhere else you can be?"

It was only thanks to his time with the Goetia family that he could pick up the subtle changes in the Owl's expression.

And the look he was getting basically said 'Are you stupid'?

Slowly moving for his wand, for he highly doubted that it would do him any favors if he tried to hit the bird with his fists, Harry was prevented from doing so when the bacon thief not only pointed a single talon at the envelope but also gave him a look that said that she would continue eating HIS breakfast until he opened it.

Promising himself that he would find a way to get even with Via for sending him such a gluttonous messenger, Harry opened the envelope with a knife and smiled as he read his first correspondence letter.

'Hey Harry, how's it going?

I'm sorry I wasn't able to be there with you guys before you got on the train. But combined with the workload my professors dropped on me this semester, plus the fact that my parents were in no condition to help me skip school due to their newly shared…hobby…I felt it would be better if I did something a bit more memorable than simply seeing you get on further proof that the Wizarding World is full of idiots.

So on that note, meet your new personal messenger, Hedwig.

I know it's usually preferable to let the new owner choose their pet's name, but since she - and yes she is female - is somewhat of a glutton, I figured you wouldn't be in the mood to come up with something original.

And just a brief word of warning.

While she isn't a native of the 'Deep South' we call home, though she has some enhancements in place to allow her to travel between your school and my mansion, Hedwig is still vastly intelligent, about above average for most magical creatures I'd say. So treat her carefully. And since I can understand her, it's an owl Demon thing, I will know if you fail to uphold this promise.

Anyways, talk to you later Harry.

I know there's no real point in asking you how classes are going since this is your first day. I will be seeing you this weekend. But I would still like to hear from you from time to time.

Via.'

Happily folding the letter before tucking it into his robe, which was actually pretty cool looking now that it had yellow and black trim, Harry's good mood was somewhat lessened thanks to the arrival of yet another walking contradiction.

She had been rather…. energetic after she had all but forced him to sit with her during the course of the Welcoming Feast. But there was no doubt that girl who refused to even give him a hint of what her first name could be was cool in her own way.

Not quite to the level of Loona or Via, but still enough to make him at least view her as someone worth noting.

But despite her willingness to, as she put it, take him under her wing when it came to the ins and outs of Hogwarts, and the fact that she provided him with a little more intel about the war that he ended ten years ago, there was just one thing that ensured that he would always treat her arrival with some foreboding or hesitation.

She was a total klutz.

Normally that would be fine, and very amusing.

But the fact remained that THIS was one of the most important times of the day for him. And considering that the Hogwarts kitchen staff managed to ensure that there was not only good food to be had but also plenty of it, he didn't need some pink-haired teenager ruining his breakfast.

Thankfully, Tonks managed to sit down without any incident. Though he could have done without the mussing of his hair.

"Morning Harry. Excited to start your first day?"

Taking a moment to come up with the correct response, and ensure that the older Hufflepuff didn't follow the bi…Hedwig's example in eating from one of his plates of bacon, Harry merely shrugged his shoulders.

"I suppose so. I mean, I don't really know which classes I have first, but as long as it's not the Ghost or the Bat, shouldn't be too big a deal."

Making a mental note to check with Blitzo if I.M.P's services extended to ghosts, the disguised dragon Demon grimaced as Tonks nodded her head.

"You got that right. Nothing is more guaranteed to ruin your day than dealing with our esteemed Potions Master first thing in the morning. Though Binn's class is a good place to take a nap if you need it, and if you know how to enchant your quill to take notes, then all the better. If you want, I could teach that to you. But it's gonna cost you."

Though mistrusting the mischievous gleam in her eyes, Harry had to concede that her price was reasonable.

Even if it was something he was reluctant to pay.

"You have to share some of your breakfast with me."

Reluctantly nodding his head in agreement, which earned him a quill that had the same sort of enchantments on it that would do the job of some muggle apps, the emerald-eyed boy was prevented from commenting on his older housemate's lack of shame in stealing from a growing eleven-year-old thanks to the arrival of his Head of House.

Thankfully, while possessing a more cheerful aura than the Head of Gryffindor, Sprout merely gave him his schedule with a small encouraging smile before she left to do the same with another student.

And as far as schedules go, it wasn't too bad.

Something which Tonks readily pointed out as peered over his shoulder.

"Hmm. Well, I suppose it could be worse. Charms with the Lions in the Morning. Transfiguration with the Claws right after lunch. And then Potions with the Snakes. Could be a better first day I grant you, but it could be a hell of a lot worse."

Thinking back to the less-than-subtle glare he got from the greasy-haired bastard, Harry highly doubted it.

But for the sake of enjoying the rest of his breakfast in peace, he simply nodded his head in agreement with the pink-haired girl and turned his attention back towards the feast that laid before him

….

ANNNNNNND that's it for now :D

Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter, especially my choice to place Harry in the House of the Badger lol. But considering his personality (I.e. too selfish for a Lion, doesn't believe in knowledge for knowledge sake like a Raven, and too selfless for a Snake) the House of the Loyal and Hardworking suited THIS version of Harry.

I confess that originally I had thought of simply being a Hogwarts student without being sorted (i.e. the Sorting Hat says he is too equal for every house to belong to just one) but decided to do this. Also helps to ensure that a certain Headmaster doesn't worry too much about Harry going dark lol

Anyway a brief recap.

As stated previously…decided to go more with a 'Dumbledore is human' plotline (i.e. makes mistakes), rather than full on manipulative/greater good that a LOT of stories portray him as. Will expand on this further in a relatively soonish chapter.

Snape…..well…think it's safe to say that the sight of a confident Harry would remind him of James, thus is once again unwilling to remember that Harry is also Lily's son. The fact that he is a Puff, and one that has previous education however will ensure that there are SOME differences of course :P

And Tonks. Just to clarify that I have NOOOO intention of a 'Honks' pairing. But considering that Harry's friends are two cooler and older females….he kinda has a type.

And Hedwig. Believe I did a good job of explaining her entrance into this story. So don't need to focus too much on that lol.

Anyways hope you all enjoyed this chapter. Next one will be Harry's classes. And perhaps a meeting with a certain Headmaster.

Once again thanks to Dark Scythe Drake for their editing.

Plz review. No flames.

Til next time.