The month of August went by quickly; Harry practiced magic in his trunk and kept a very low profile at Privet Drive. The trunk had a kitchen and Kreacher's cooking was excellent.
Harry's Magical core had come back with him so advanced magic was easy it was getting his body to work, his small frame and malnourishment over the years was the only thing holding him back.
After the first week, Kreacher went to the apothecary in Diagon Alley and got Harry potions to fix the problems.
Harry was trying to decide if he should be in Gryffindor again. At least he could put silencing wards around his bed in the dorm, it would just be too bad he could not use the king sized bed in the trunk. Kreacher also remembered Harry's owl Hedwig and picked her up for him.
When September First arrived, Kreacher Moved all Harrys clothes and first year books and supplies to the top compartment in the trunk. They left Privet Drive at nine thirty that morning and arrived on the platform at the same time as the train.
Vernon of course was trying to stop Harry from going at all and wound up in a body bind on the hall way floor.
The train was as Harry remembered. Hedwig was flying on to Hogwarts she didn't want to be in the cage all day and Harry knew it now.
He found a cabin in the back of the train, Pulled out his potions book and sat down to wait. Ron never made it to the train neither did the other Weasleys. Harry figured they must be waiting for him outside the barrier.
He wasn't going to worry about it there were other ways to reach Hogwarts, although It did make him think about his often Jealous friend.
After the train pulled out a pudgy young man with blond hair came into the compartment. Harry knew it was Neville and introduced himself. (Trevor had yet to escape this time).
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter would you like to join me?" Harry said with an honest smile at his old and yet to be friend.
Neville's eyes shot up to the scar on Harry's forehead.
"The Harry Potter?" Was questioned with a bit of a stutter.
Harry smiled. "I'm the only one I know of."
It was said with a small laugh. "And you are?"
Neville was a bit more shy than Harry remembered, this was the man that lead a charge on the Death eaters and killed twenty before he was killed by six of them hitting him from all sides.
They had some small talk and Harry tried to remember he wasn't to know much of the magical world. It wasn't much longer before the blond ponce made his appearance.
The door was thrown open and Draco Malfoy sauntered in as if this was his personal train. His over sized bookends standing cracking their knuckles.
" I understand Harry Potter is on this Train, Are you him?"
Harry looked at him as if the fool had lost his mind. "And what if I am? You push your way into our compartment in a very rude manner, don't even introduce your self. I do not associate with people of such low breeding!" Harry said keeping a straight face while attempting not to laugh in the just above a squibs face.
Draco of course couldn't take that lying down. "LOW BREEDING, I'm A PUREBLOOD! MY FAMILY HAS BEEN MAGICAL FOR GENERATIONS! WE ARE THE TOP OF WIZARDING SOCIETY!"
Harry was openly laughing now.
"You mean you that family of Malfoys!" Slipping up that he not yet introduced him self. "The ones that came here from France, and can't return because the whole family is still on a kill on site order in France! The ones noted for marrying first cousins. If this is the top wizarding society, its in deep trouble.
Have you read purebreds of England in the last four hundred years…all the facts are there?"
Of course Draco couldn't have it.
"When my father hears about this…!"
Harry raised his hand and silenced Draco.
"Your Father will do nothing, from all accounts he is not more than a squib, its only the fact he has money that has any listen to him…that will not last much longer. Be on your way."
Draco could not say another word. He left the compartment holding his throat.
Neville looked at Harry like he was exactly what the books wrote about him.
Harry looked at Neville. "Ever seen Star Wars?"
Neville just shook his head.
Harry was grinning like the Cheshire cat. "It's a muggle movie, I found out I could do the things the Jedi could in the movie. I just used it on Draco. I must admit it was funny."
Neville had a look that couldn't really be read. "You mean muggles can do those things?"
"Neville, I thought they could and I used what they taught in the movies and books to teach myself. I didn't know it wasn't real until my uncle wouldn't let me see the movies any more."
Neville was amazed. "What else can you do?"
Harry reached into his trunk and handed Neville a book. "Read this and follow the instructions by Yoda, when you finish we can work on it together."
Knowing how strong Neville really is Harry thought working on his self-esteem a bit early would help.
As Neville began devouring the book a certain Bushy Haired female knocked on the door of there compartment.
Hermione was in tears, Some girls had found out about her muggle parents and pushed her out of her compartment.
With a shaky voice not at all like the Hermione, Harry knew she asked. "May I join you?"
Harry extended his Hand to his friend. "Of Course…Now what has you upset?"
Hermione told of how the girls in her compartment called her a mudblood, and were very mean to her. They wouldn't even let her get her trunk.
Harry being Harry, was incensed. He had Hermione lead him to the compartment that she had been in and retrieved her Trunk and anything else that belonged to her. Then took it all back to his compartment.
"Now that that is all sorted, I'm Harry Potter and this is Neville Longbottom. I'm very sure we would both want to be your friends." Harry said with a very sincere smile.
Hermione's eyes were still a bit puffy from crying, but the smile Harry always loved about her erupted from her face.
"I'm Hermione Granger, I've read all about you of course…." It went on for another fifteen Minutes before she stopped for a breath.