4 Privet Drive, September 1st 1991
On the morning of September 1st, Harry could hardly contain his impatience and resentnt. He had spent the last month reviewing everything that had happened in his last life, and he honestly feared that he would curse Dumbledore the mont he saw him. So much had been manipulated that Harry truly feared he had never once had a chance to act like himself, to be his own person.
Doing one final check of his room, Harry was happy to see that he had not forgotten anything. When he had been packing his trunk, Harry had been careful to ward each compartnt individually - especially his book compartnt. Harry had returned to London a few tis since his first visit in order to buy a variety of books; books that would not be approved of by many. He had travelled to Knockturn Alley a few tis in his past life, but never extensively, so Harry had been anxious this ti around, however, his presence was soon ignored.
Harry had also been to a private healer and, after making him swear a privacy vow, had him perform an in depth scan. Harry had been pleased when he had learnt that, without the glamour, he had no need for his glasses, but he still wanted to be checked out. The healer had been horrified after the scans were done and had tried to get Harry to report the damage to the ministry. Many of his bones had breaks that had healed incorrectly and he had nurous scars. Harry had been given potions to fix the damage as well as an ointnt to wear while sleeping. The healer had also worried for Harry's growth and developnt and given Harry potions to combat the damage, though he would never be tall, Harry hope to gain another inch or two.
With a final glance around, Harry cast a tempus charm that said it was half 10. Deciding to get to the platform early and find a compartnt, Harry released Hedwig from her cage.
"You can fly to Hogwarts from here," he said, not wanting her to be cooped up for the long journey. Stretching her wings, Hedwig swooped over to Harry and landed on his shoulder, pecking his ear affectionately before taking flight out of the open window.
Walking down the stairs, Harry was not surprised when he saw Petunia standing awkwardly by the front door. He had had few interactions with the Dursleys in the last month; they had taken his warnings to heart after Harry had once again cursed Vernon, this ti with Dudley watching, when the man had tried to hit Harry once he had returned from Diagon Alley the first ti.
"You're going then," she said.
"Yes, I won't be back until the sumr. If I return at all," Harry told her.
Petunia swallowed again. "Right then, good."
Walking past her with his school supplies shrunk down in his pocket, Harry walked a short distance before apparating onto the platform.
Kings Cross Station, September 1st 1991
Arriving at the station, Harry walked quickly. There were a few families milling about that Harry chose to ignore in favour of getting onto the train.
Finding an empty compartnt, Harry entered and un-shrunk his trunk, levitating it above him before he sat down and conjured the book he had been reading: Mind Magics, Shields, and Webs. Even with his mind protected by his heir ring, Harry wanted to learn occluncy, if only so he would have better control of his emotions. He had so far developed the beginnings of a mindscape and was trying to ditate for at least an hour a day before bed. It was hard going, but he was positive he would have mastered it by the end of the year.
Eventually Harry's solitude was disturbed by knocking on the door to his compartnt. Looking up in ti, Harry saw a young Susan Bones enter alongside Hannah Abbott.
"Do you mind if we join you?" Susan asked, standing just inside the door.
Smiling Harry nodded. "Of course," he said. He had liked both of these girls in his last life, although they hadn't really been friends. He had known them and worked with them as part of the DA. He also knew they would never be part of Dumbledore's sches; Susan in particular, as her aunt was the head of the DMLE.
Sitting down opposite him, both girls exchanged a look before Susan held out her hand. "I'm Susan Bones," she introduced herself.
Taking her hand and kissing the air above it, Harry smiled slightly at her blushed cheeks. "A pleasure, Miss Bones. My na is Harrison Potter."
When they heard his na both girls instantly looked at his forehead and to the place his fringe was covering.
Hannah gulped before holding out her hand. "I'm honoured to et you Harry - I an, Harrison. I'm Hannah Abbott."
Doing the sa to Hannah, Harry kissed her hand before looking at both girls. They were staring at him with fascination that made Harry want to sigh.
"I understand that you've grown up with stories about , but honestly, I would rather you treat like every other student. I'm really not that interesting, and please feel free to call Harrison or Harry. I really don't like it when people act weird around or treat special for sothing I have no mory of doing."
Susan seed to co to a decision then and smiled at him. "So, Harry," she started, "are you excited to start Hogwarts?"
Happy that he would not be putting up with fangirls for the entire trip, Harry relaxed slightly in his chair. "I am, I've read all about it," Harry said, letting himself act as a soundboard to the two girls, who seed to explode talking about all they had heard about Hogwarts.
Just as the train started to pull away, another knock was heard. Turning, Harry saw that this ti a very timid looking Neville Longbottom had entered and was now standing awkwardly, clutching his toad in his hands.
"D-do you m-m-mind if I sit with you?" he stuttered out.
Without sparing the girls a glance, Harry agreed, indicating for Neville to sit next to him as he moved his satchel out of the way.
"Hello," Harry greeted, knowing that at this age Neville was a walking bag of nerves. It wasn't until 5th year that the Neville he knew gained any confidence. "Who've you got there?" Harry asked, indicating to the toad.
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