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Chapter 3: Train rides and old friends

Harry had made his way to the train station with
little difficulty. The pocket money he had made over the years as well as the
less than scrutable dealings with Dung had secured him ample money even without
his touching the Potter accounts. That he had several accounts in his own name
made him glad that he had not officially gone to Gringott�s Main Office even
with the new vaults he had filled. Thankfully there was a small branch in the
alley as he loathed the adult nature of those in that alley. The goblins seemed
to respect him and he had quickly made his way to his destinations.

He had upon arriving at nine and three quarters
simply looked at the barrier and as he had for Knockturn seen where the door
was. He was as always disappointed by the idiocy of wizards. He was grateful
that he was not really a member of their number.

He ignored the crowds that milled about wasting
time and entered the train and made his way to a compartment. He simply sat
down and started to read the book as KiKi chattered about as she explored the
room. Time passed and a red headed boy came in.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked.
"All the others are full..."

"Hn," Harry said as he was more concerned
with the book than the person encroaching his space.

The Boy took that as an affirmative and sat down
before saying, "The names Ron Weasley so what's your favorite Quidditch
team? Mine's the Cannons..."

Harry proceeds to ignore the rest of the rant until
the redhead stops talking to say simply. "Harpies," before turning
back to his book.

"You seem a bit too interested in that
book," Ron says looking in disbelief at a guy reading that much. "You
planning on being in Ravenclaw or something?"

"No," Harry says before proceeding to
return his focus to the book.

Ron continued to make small talk before the door
finally opened revealing a somewhat bushy haired girl.

"Hello my name is Hermione," Hermione
said with a friendly smile. "Now I hate to interrupt but by any chance
have you seen a toad? I met a boy and Neville lost it you see."

"No," Ron said irritated by the girl
for some reason.

"Sorry Hermione," Harry said still
reading his book. "So this is the boarding school that you were accepted
to well I guess that things won't be too bad..."

"I can see it now," Hermione said with
dread and anticipation. "All those long nights trying to catch up. So what
are Anne and Alice going to do?"

"I left a copy of instructions and there are
the Hols," Harry said with a sigh. "So is there any reason that this
Neville didn't ask someone to summon his toad? It just seems so obvious
compared to wandering and looking for it..."

"Why didn't I think of that," Hermione
lamented. "I know I read up on them and yet..."

"The obvious slipped your mind," Harry
finished still with his concentration mostly on the book. "On the plus
side there will be plenty of time to learn. So which house are you aiming
for?"

"Well I seem to be inclined to
Ravenclaw," Hermione hedged. "Although there is something for the
other houses as well."

"Ron here seems to think that only Gryffindor�s
matter and that his entire family has been in it," Harry said with a
resigned sigh. "Sadly if his views are shared by that house neither of us
would fit in. They seem to pride themselves in bold actions that are quire
reckless and look down on those who would work hard or put their mind into it
to succeed. Worse if anyone has any cunning than since he seems to think that
would be... evil. Quite the little biased boy we have here. I pity if he ever
meets our mutual friends. I don't think he would survive either of them."

"I can see that," Hermione said after
giving Ron a more thorough look over. "Still any one sorted into Slytherin
would most likely have to accept that they would be looked down on. Then there
are the other issues..."

"Slytherin is the house for cunning and the
ambitious that does not necessarily mean evil merely more likely to do what is
necessary though the Gryffindors seem as likely to break rules, but for lesser
reasons," Harry said with a smirk that Hermione practically heard.

"Hey!" Ron shouted in indignation.
"There is nothing good about those slimy Slytherins."

"Completely missed the point didn't
he," Hermione said somewhat sarcastically.

"Youngest children seem to need to be the
center of attention," Harry said. "OH wait he isn't anymore that role
is reserved for his only sister. You can see the issues he has can't you?"

"A lost cause I take it?" Hermione
asked. "Shame he seemed to have some potential..."

"A new interruption coming our way,"
Harry said without looking at the corridor. "Odd how KiKi hasn't gotten
involved yet."

"That is odd," Hermione said as she
turned her attention to the hallway. "I half expected her to gobble that
rat up..."

Three boys entered, and Harry recognized the
middle one at once as he had seen the ponce of a man swagger in Knockturn as if
he had the world at his beck and call. He had actually had several offers to
kill the man and if it hadn't been for a lack of opportunity would have likely
done so. He was grateful that no one had spotted him and that Hermione had
controlled herself and not asked why he had never mentioned that he Harry
Potter was The Harry Potter. There could only be one Harry Potter on the train
after all.

�Is it true?� he said. �They�re saying all down
the train that Harry Potter�s on the train and this is the last compartment we
checked. So it�s you, is it?�

�Yes,� said Harry as he glanced at the other boys
over his book. "Not that it is anyone�s business or something and you
were..."

Both of them were thickset and looked extremely
mean for their age. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like
bodyguards. Not that Harry would care about that even if they were werewolves.
Compared to grown men they were not even intimidating, but compared to how most
saw him due to the loose clothes he wore that failed to show any of the muscles
he had gained it would be something others would think. He appeared not to be
terribly physically intimidating but he was far stronger than he looked. He
could most likely go hand to hand with a Master Vampire and come out at least
at a draw and that was without using any blood magic.

All of that led to a completely indifferent boy
than the one that Malfoy expected. This would lead to him making several
mistakes in his plans. The first inconsistency was that he would expect Harry
as the Boy-Who-Lived to be familiar with the Wizarding World, which while he
was sadly was not in the same circles as the boy would expect. Harry was
familiar enough with their customs just didn't agree with the bastardization
that he saw them as. He was a traditionalist in the old ways and not a
traditionalist as the current pureblood elite would associate with the term.
The second was that he would care about a Malfoy or their ideals. Perhaps
things would have been simpler if there had been another mistake and Harry had
let KiKi have her fill of ignorant weak wizard flesh as it was things unfolded
differently.

�Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,� said the
pale boy carelessly in his attitude, noticing where Harry had glanced. �And my
name�s Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.�

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been
hiding a snigger while Hermione merely kept her face schooled as to avoid looking
the fool. Draco Malfoy looked at him while ignoring the girl. She was far too
busy at trying not to laugh at his horrible Bond impression.

�Think my name�s funny, do you?" Draco asked
before rounding on the boy almost sneering his rebuke. "No need to ask who
you are. My father told me all the Weasley�s have red hair, freckles, and more
children than they can afford.�

He turned back to Harry. �You�ll soon find out
some Wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don�t want to
go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.�

He held out his hand to shake Harry�s, but Harry
didn�t take it. There were several things that would cause him to do so.
Chiefly he didn't like anyone that reminded him of Dudley before he had put
that bully in his place. Secondly he had barged in and without a by your leave
interrupted his conversation with his friend. Lastly the boy was ignorant and
enthralled with his supposed affluence. Kid would last maybe a moment if KiKi
felt like playing. Completely unworthy of his time especially if his magic was
as weak as his will or body.

�I think I can tell who the wrong sorts are for
myself, thanks,� he said coolly ignoring the boy who seemed to be the center of
attention. "Besides there are plenty of the right sort that are a better
fit than you would ever be..."

Draco Malfoy didn�t go red, but a pink tinge
appeared in his pale cheeks. It was obvious that he was not used to being
ignored or slighted. Daddy's little rich boy was used to getting his own way.
He simply demanded something and it was given regardless of circumstances.

�I�d be careful if I were you, Potter,� he said
slowly as he tried to figure out how to respond to this response. �Unless
you�re a bit politer, you�ll go the same way as your parents. They didn�t know
what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the
Weasley�s, and it will rub off on you. So who are you girl?�

"Hermione Granger," Hermione answered
without any timidity one would have expected of her a few years back. "What
do you want Draco Malfoy? It is obvious that you are lacking in any of the
manners one would expect of a pureblood let alone one supposedly from a noble
family..."

Unlike Harry's dismissive comment earlier this
actually caused him to flush with emotion before it turned to red. Who did this
girl think she was the look that was clearly discerned on his face. The red was
obvious as he finally processed her last name.

"Granger," Malfoy said with a drawl.
"I never heard of a family by that name. I guess that makes you a mudblood."

�Say that again,� Ron said as he jumped up
already pissed about the earlier comment with his face having become as red as
his hair. He may have not liked the girl, but his mother would kill him or
worse for not standing up in this situation. She might actually make him skip
desert.

�Oh, you�re going to fight us, are you?� Malfoy
sneered.

"Why would we do that?" Harry asked as
he glanced at the three boys. "Seems to be a Gryffindor thing to do and I
only see one in this compartment that is going there. Besides it would be quite
unfair. We outnumber you for one..."

"What do you mean there are three of you and
three of us," Draco said as if stating the obvious. "How does that
make you outnumber us?"

"Well there is someone your
overlooking," Hermione said with a smirk. "Though it might be best if
you just left. Wouldn't want to mess you up too much."

"Ron may seem a bit strange by our notions
but at least he has the willingness to act for what he believes," Harry
said causing the boy to flush. "Still a fight with us would only lead to
you being injured. It wouldn't do for you to appear in a manner which would
humiliate your familial reputation. Oh I knew exactly who you are from the
moment I saw you. Lucius Malfoy's little spawn. A perfect physical as well as
personable duplicate of your father. If it wasn't for his uses far too many
friends of mine would have put him down for the weakling he is."

"Perhaps we should end the taint his line
seems to have produced," Hermione said with a sinister grin that almost
caused Ron to flinch away from her. "No offense Harry, but he is rather
disappointing..."

"I know and his mother is a Black,"
Harry lamented while his eyes twinkled at what he had just read. "Now this
sounds interesting though. A nice little spell to break bones where they have
to heal the muggle way first. You can't even vanish the bones and use Skelegro
or there are consequences. Doesn't that sound rather fun?"

"As much as breaking every bone in his body
is tempting," Hermione began to say as her wand appeared in her hand
carefully out of sight. "There just is no point as he is as obviously
outclassed physically as he is mentally. I merely wish to avoid having a battle
of fists with someone so soon after beating them so easily in a battle of words
and wit. Besides none of them move in a manner that says they would be more
than brawlers."

"It just isn't fun picking on the weak and
helpless," Harry agreed sadly still reading his book though if anyone had
noticed there was a slight tension to his free hand as the ring their sparkled
darkly. "Personally I prefer to deal with my enemies in a decisive manner
that cannot be traced to me. Besides while your two friends are strong for
their age they are not very fast and I know that both Hermione and myself would
be capable of dealing with any of you. It is merely a matter of having to
explain why you are unable to depart from the train under your own
power..."

"It would be ever so troublesome to explain
away things in that case," Hermione continued with a smirk her wand a snap
away from cursing the boy. "Besides shouldn't you be getting back to your
seats. We are getting there soon and it would be so un-Slytherin for you to
show at the feast looking like that..."

"Like what?" Malfoy said before looking
down and seeing his robes suddenly fray and fall to the floor in pieces.
"I'll get you for this! Crabbe Goyle we are leaving."

"I guess you two should change as
well," Hermione said. "Now my dear friend no need to look like
that..."

"Like what?" Ron asked. "Besides
why didn't you tell me you were Harry Potter!"

"What need was there to say," Harry
said with a shrug still reading his book. "You never did ask my name so I
saw no reason to mention it besides I didn't feel like being gawked at. Now
Hermione why should I mention that I was The Harry Potter when you knew enough
to be able to put it together. Especially considering how much you like solving
puzzles. Besides you never said where you were going or we could have gone to
the Alley together and gotten our things. Alice and Anne are most likely going
to be coming along in the near future anyways even if I don�t think that they
would accept being in separate years. I was trying to find a way to mail some
ideas back and forth but was contemplating explaining owl or more accurately
raven post to you."

"Alice was going to send Night with
messages," Hermione stated in with a shudder. "Well I guess it is
better than having brought Shadow along would be or worse Mischief, Trick or
Trouble. I am surprised that none of them noticed KiKi..."

"Even Ron here didn't notice her and he has
been in the compartment the whole time," Harry said with a sigh. "It
just seems that I am going to be disappointed with our classmates level of
observation. Well that and why she didn't try to gobble Scabbers up. She seems
to like rats more than a cat does."

"I understand," Hermione said with a
resigned sigh. "Still I had best let Neville know. He seems an alright
sort needs a bit of confidence though..."

"Considering what I heard about him it is
understandable," Harry said as he placed a bookmark in his book and set it
down. "Now if you don't mind Hermione. We still need to change and I am a
bit unsure if Ron here would like changing with a girl here."

Hermione glanced at him and sighed before saying,
"I do need to deal with some things. Boy will need to lose those notions
if he wants to hang around. Well that and get used to the usual. I am surprised
KiKi didn't ask about his rat as well. Still I need to get going..."

"Later Hermione," Harry said with a
wave as he looked at the window. "Hermione may be a bit over focused at
times, but when she talks about things like this it is best to go along with it
since she is more often right than not. So we best get changed. It would not do
to be sorted looking out of place. Besides what would your mother say?"

That was more than enough to motivate Ron and
soon Harry and Ron had taken off their jackets and pulled on their long black
robes. Why that might be unusual to do so with a girl present Harry didn't want
to consider. He chalked it up to a modern Wizarding eccentricity. Now while
Ron�s were a bit short for him as you could see his sneakers underneath them,
Harry however was dressed in a loose fitting pair of trousers with a button
down shirt that while looking similar to the standard uniform moved just a bit
differently. Someone more experienced would notice the oddness and wonder what
had been added to his clothes to do so.

He had been surprised that KiKi hadn't jumped for
the rat when she first saw it. Well that and she didn't injure the three idiots
as that was something that she would have done. He could just picture having to
scold her for swallowing the rat. It was a good thing that most likely he would
not be sharing a dorm with the boy. If things continued like that than he might
get worried about his companion. He did have to wonder if KiKi had eaten the
toad though. No he would have heard the croaks as she digested it in that case.
He was worried that KiKi would have left the boy catatonic and yet she was
following him around completely unnoticed perhaps she had learned a notice me
not charm.

A voice echoed through the train: �We will be
reaching Hogwarts in five minutes� time. Please leave your luggage on the
train; it will be taken to the school separately.�

Harry�s stomach would have lurched with nerves
but the years of conditioning prevented that although Ron, he saw, looked pale
under his freckles with an obvious nervousness in his features that the boy was
doing nothing or nothing effective to conceal. One would think that as the
youngest brother of pranksters that he would be a better actor than this.
Perhaps that was why he tried to find a way to stand out as he lacked the
common sense that appearances mattered as well as the image one thought of when
they saw you. They joined the crowd thronging the corridor. Harry however
seemed to have no issues flowing through the crowd unnoticed even if they were
all looking for him. The same could be said for the chattering KiKi who was
looking over everything while trailing almost obscured beneath his cloak.

The train slowed right down and finally stopped.
People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform.
Harry noticed that the others shivered in the cold night air but he was used to
it as well as cheating with the enchantments he had spent far too much time
weaving into his clothes. Then came a lamp bobbing over the heads of the
students which seemed out of place until he realized that the other students
were not as able to see in the dark as he was. After that Harry heard a booming
voice calling, �Firs� years! Firs� years over here!�

A giant of a man came into view with his presence
almost obscuring the students around him who continued to say, �C�mon, follow
me � anymore firs� years? Mind yer step, now! Firs� years follow me!�

'I wonder if he has giant blood in his veins,'
Harry thought as he looked at the man. 'His magic is rather like that of that
giant's blood sample I finally got to play around with. Although it seems less
potent than a full giant would be.'

The students were slipping and stumbling as they
followed him all save Harry and Hermione who seemed to have an almost unnatural
grace, they followed the huge man down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path.
Harry had noticed the older students going toward some carriages that were
drawn by skeletal winged horses.

'Thestrals,' Harry had thought with a moment of
giddiness trying to overcome him. 'It looks like this place might allow me to
definitely further my studies and not all of which would be on the school
approved curriculum. Hermione might need rescuing if their library is as good
as I have heard.'

That no one seemed to notice KiKi as she walked
among them was unsettling in that the other students seemed too oblivious for
their own good. Odd that they would go down such a winding narrow path on the
way to the school, but it was probably about the image of the school.

It was so far on either side of them that Harry
thought there must be thick trees there which seemed to be almost crackling
with the magic flowing in them. Nobody spoke much on the way as most were too
nervous and Harry didn't feel like talking to anyone he didn't know and what he
wanted to talk about was private anyways. Neville, the boy who kept losing his
toad, sniffed once or twice.

'While he seems nervous as all,' Harry thought as
he looked over Neville more carefully. 'There is potential there. I just wish I
had spent more time on analyzing auras in regards to magical instead or mental
or physical potential, but I lacked too few test subjects for that. Instead I
focused on analyzing the auras of components and animals and not people. Pity I
will need to rectify that short coming or I might underestimate an opponent.'

�Yeh�ll get yer firs� sight o� Hogwarts in a
sec," he called out, "jus� round this bend here.�

There was a loud �Ooooooh!� by the first years as
they turned to see the school for the first time.

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge
of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its
windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and
towers.

Harry was less impressed than most of them.
However he was impressed not with the physical presence, but with the magical
presence of the place. It reminded him of the long term effects in the areas
where they had preformed rituals. However it seemed different somehow.

'This area is even more saturated than the
grove,' Harry thought as he looked at the castle. 'However there is somewhere
here near here where the magic feels wild like the grove only far older unlike
the castle which feels structured and ordered. It feels like whenever we use
the more complex of circles in out spells.'

�No more�n four to a boat,� the man called,
pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore.

Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by
Neville and Hermione. Harry had been rather cold to Ron, but he kept following
him like a puppy at times. Perhaps if he was sorted in a different house he
would be free from the boy. It was not that they were cruel it was just that
neither Harry nor Hermione could see being friends with someone that closed
minded.

�Everyone in?� shouted their guide, who had a
boat to himself, much to the relief of the students. �Right then � FORWARD!�

And the fleet of little boats moved off all at
once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was
silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they
sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.

�Heads down!� yelled the guide as the first boats
reach the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them
through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were
carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath
the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they
clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

�Oy, you there! Is this your toad?� the man
boomed, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.

�Trevor!� cried Neville blissfully, holding out
his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock, coming out last
onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.

They walked up a flight of stone steps and
crowded around a huge, oak front door. There were plenty of things that seemed
out of place. Harry however was used to some magic effects in his normal
activities. However the amount that the wards of the school were impressing on
him were quite annoying. He was grateful that there did not seem to be a ward
geared against him as the amount of pressure that the building has gained over
the millennium was immense. He kept from wincing as he looked at the layered
wards in front of him. He had crossed a few on the way to the school proper,
but the strongest was up ahead.

'If I hadn't desensitized my sight and shields to
as strong of a level of magical pressure than I would have been seriously affected,'
Harry thought as they waited near the door being grateful not to have shown his
discomfort with the situation. 'Now as I know there are ghosts here I need to
keep my presence as low as possible as most ghosts would rather run than come
anywhere near me and as soon as I am inside the school buildings wards I won't
be obscured by them.'

�Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?�

He raised a gigantic first and knocked three
times on the castle door.

'Now this better not be a letdown,' Harry thought
as he felt the wards try to scan him and KiKi. 'Still there will be only one
way to go from here. Onward!'
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