It was September the 1st now and both Y/n and his brother were stood in King's Cross Station with their grandmother.
The last month had been relatively slow for the boys. Atticus had taken to reading the daily prophet as he waited for the days to pass. Y/n on the other hand had taken the time to read through some of the books he had needed to buy for his upcoming school year.
"Packed with Muggles, of course..." A female voice called out.
Y/n and Atticus looked to the side of them to see the speaker was a plump woman who was talking to four boys, all with flaming red hair. Each of them was pushing a trunk like their own ones in front of them.
"Weasleys no doubt..." Atticus commented.
"Please do not start." Y/n started and sighed looking at a clock.
"You two had better be going otherwise you'll be late." Y/n's grandmother said now.
"Yes grandmother." Y/n said but Atticus just rolled his eyes.
The two boys then noticed a young black haired boy their age pushing his cart after the Weasely's.
"Come on. I told Draco I would meet him on the train." Atticus said grabbing his cart handle.
Y/n and Atticus began to push their trolley's now as the owl and cat sat in cages stirred at the sudden movement before settling again.
"Now, what's the platform number?" said the boys' mother.
"Nine and three-quarters!" piped a small girl, also red-headed, who was holding her hand, "Mom, can't I go..."
"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet." Her mother told her. "All right, Percy, you go first."
What looked like the oldest boy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Harry watched, careful not to blink in case he missed it, but just as the boy reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him and by the time the last backpack had cleared away, the boy had vanished.
"Fred, you next." the plump woman said.
"I'm not Fred, I'm George." said the boy. "Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"
"Sorry, George, dear."
"Only joking, I am Fred." said the boy, and off he went. His twin called after him to hurry up, and he must have done so, because a second later, he had gone...but how had he done it?
Now the third brother was walking briskly toward the barrier he was almost there...and then, quite suddenly, he wasn't anywhere.
Harry then watched as two familiar looking boys walked through the wall next and disappeared followed by an elderly woman.
There was nothing else for it. "Excuse me." Harry said to the plump woman.
"Hello, dear." she said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too."
She pointed at the last and youngest of her sons. He was tall, thin, and gangling, with freckles, big hands and feet, and a long nose.
"Yes." said Harry. "The thing is...the thing is, I don't know how to..."
"How to get onto the platform?" she said kindly, and Harry nodded.
"Not to worry." she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."
"Er...okay." said Harry.
He pushed his trolley around and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.
He started to walk toward it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Harry walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that barrier and then he'd be in trouble. Leaning forward on his cart, he broke into a heavy run, the barrier was coming nearer and nearer, he wouldn't be able to stop, the cart was out of control, he was a foot away. He closed his eyes ready for the crash.
It didn't come...he kept on running...he opened his eyes. A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts' Express, eleven o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it, He had done it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Harry pushed his cart off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying. "Gran, I've lost my toad again."
"Oh, Neville." he heard the old woman sigh.
A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.
"Give us a look, Lee, go on."
The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms, and the people around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.
Harry pressed on through the crowd until he found an empty compartment near the end of the train. He put Hedwig inside first and then started to shove and heave his trunk toward the train door. He tried to lift it up the steps but could hardly raise one end and twice he dropped it painfully on his foot.
"Want a hand?" It was one of the red-haired twins he'd followed through the barrier.
"Yes, please." Harry panted.
"Oy, Fred! C'mere and help!"
Meanwhile Y/n and Atticus were talking with their grandmother on the platform as she bid them goodbye. Y/n looked up at his grandmother as she spoke while Atticus looked like he couldn't wait a moment more to be on the train.
"Now I want you two to be on your best behaviour." Their grandmother warned the two. "If I receive a single letter for either of you, I'll fly straight down there and deal with you myself."
"I do not need to you to fly down to Hogwarts grandmother." Atticus said appalled at the idea.
"Do not. Be cheeky." She warned him sternly.
Atticus just rolled his eyes. "Look, I see my friend so I need to go. Goodbye Grandmother."
"Just a moment." the older woman stopped him "You both remember you are staying at Hogwarts for Christmas this year correct?" She asked them.
"Yes because you are staying with a friend this year?" Y/n says.
"That's right." The Grandmother nods a little sadly. "It is going to be her last Christmas and I want to be there for her. I do not want you boys to be bored nor sad for Christmas either so if any of you has a friend who invites you to Christmas then feel free to write and I shall give my permission." She said kindly and Y/n smiles a little and nods.
"Yes...Thank you Grandmother. May I go now?" Atticus asks.
The boy's grandmother just waves her arm now and Atticus takes it as a sign to leave.
"I do worry about that boy...and for you Y/n. Things may be difficult in the beginning for you but I hope you will enjoy your time at Hogwarts."
"I will do my best to try Grandmother." Y/n tells her.
"And that's all I ask." She smiles. "Now go and be sure to write."
Y/n hugged his grandmother goodbye one last time before he carried his luggage onto the train to put it with the other trunks and cages.
Harry was sat alone when the door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy from earlier came in.
"Anyone sitting there?" he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Harry. "Everywhere else is full."
Harry shook his head and the boy sat down. He glanced at Harry and then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. Harry saw he still had a black mark on his nose.
"Hey, Ron." The twins were back. "Listen, were going down the middle of the train -- Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right." mumbled Ron.
"Harry." said the other twin. "Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then."
"Bye." said Harry and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
A few moments later the compartment door opened again. "I am sorry but do you mind another person joining? I need to get away from my brother." The boy asked.
"Uhh...sure." Ron shrugged.
The boy made his way inside the compartment now as he sat down next to Ron.
Harry looked at the boy and quickly recognised him from Madam Malkin's robe shop. "You were the one from the robe store." Harry said getting his attention. "I remember you because you spoke badly about my friend Hagrid."
"Oh...I believe you might have me confused for my brother Atticus." The boy said.
"Your brother?" Ron asked confused.
"Yes, I have a twin brother named Atticus." The boy explained. "He can be...difficult to get along with shall we say." He then sighs and turned to Harry. "I am sorry if he said something to upset you at all." He apologises and offers out his hand. "My name is Y/n."
Harry looked at the hand for a moment then shook it. "Harry Potter." He introduced himself shocking Y/n a little and Ron gasped.
"So you really are Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.
Harry nodded.
"Oh...well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes." said Ron. "And have you really got...you know..." He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar.
Ron stared at it. "So that's where You-Know-Who...?"
"Yes." said Harry. "But I can't remember it."
"Nothing?" said Ron eagerly.
"Well...I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else."
"Wow." said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
"Are all your family wizards?" asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him.
"Er...Yes, I think so," said Ron. "I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him. What about you Y/n?"
"Well there is just Myself, Atticus and my Grandmother so I guess that makes us all wizards." Y/n answers.
"What about your parents?" Ron asks.
"I...never knew them." Y/n says truthfully.
"So you must know loads of magic already." Harry said figuring the Weasleys were one of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.
"I heard you went to live with Muggles." said Ron. "What are they like?"
"Horrible...well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."
"Feel free to take mine..." Y/n sighed.
"Five." said Ron now. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left. Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.
"His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff..." Ron stopped himself. "I mean, I got Scabbers instead."
Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.
Both Y/n and Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. Harry after all had never had any money in his life until a month ago, and he told Ron so, all about having to wear Dudley's old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.
"...and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort..."
Ron gasped.
"What?" said Harry.
"Most people don't say you-Know-Who's name." Y/n tells Harry.
"I'd have thought you, of all people..." Ron said looking at Harry both nervous and impressed.
"I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name." said Harry, "I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn...I bet." he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately. "I bet I'm the worst in the class."
"I am sure you will be fine Harry. It does not matter if you have lived with Muggles up until now." Y/n reassured him.
"Exactly there's loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough." Ron added.
While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said. "Anything off the cart, dears?"
Harry, who hadn't had any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. Both Y/n and Harry went out into the corridor.
Harry had never had any money for candy with the Dursley's, and now that he had pockets rattling with gold and silver he was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as he could carry but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bettie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs. Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life.
"Not sure what to get?" Y/n asked Harry who shook his head.
"We will take a handful of everything then." Y/n said to the lady at the trolley as he took out some galleons and sickles.
Ron stared as Y/n and Harry brought it all back in to the compartment and tipped it onto an empty seat.
"Hungry you two?" Ron asked a little envious.
"I hope you are as well, We won't be able to eat this all otherwise." Y/n smiled at him surprising Ron.
"Here." Harry said as he held out some sickles to Y/n to cover his share of the the sweets.
Y/n simply shook his head however. "Let this one be on me for my brothers poor behaviour to you and your friend in Diagon Alley."
Harry smiled and sat down before taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty. He had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron and Y/n, eating their way through all the pasties, cakes, and candies while the sandwiches lay long forgotten.
"What are these?" Harry asked Y/n and Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?" He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him.
"No," said Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm really missing Agrippa."
"What?" Harry said confused.
"He has grown up with Muggles Ron." Y/n reminded him.
"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know...Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside them, you know, to collect famous witches and wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy." Ron explained to Harry.
"I have got two Ptolemy's at home if you want one?" Y/n offered Ron.
"Wicked." Ron smiled.
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.
"So this is Dumbledore!" said Harry.
"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!" said Ron. "Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa seeing as I only need him now." Ron picked up a packet. "Thanks."
Harry turned over his card and read:
'ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.'
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared. "He's gone!"
"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day." said Ron. "He'll be back. No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her.. do you want it? You can start collecting."
Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
"Go ahead." Y/n said as he took a chocolate frog himself now.
Harry looked down at the card again. "You know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos."
"Do they? What, they don't move at all?" Ron sounded amazed.
"Bizarre..." Y/n said having never seen a photo that didn't move.
Harry stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Y/n had begun to take a few sweets from this pile now as he started to snack on them while Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards, Harry couldn't keep his eyes off them. Soon he had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin. He finally tore his eyes away from the Druidess Cliodna, who was scratching her nose, to open a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.
"You want to be careful with those," Ron warned Harry and Y/n looked to see what he was talking about before quickly understanding. "When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor...you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once."
"Atticus got an earwax one once." Y/n chuckled amused at the memory.
Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner. "Bleaaargh! see? Sprouts."
They had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny gray one Ron wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.
Y/n had gotten chicken, cookies, lemonade, cucumber, toothpaste and even liquorice that meant he had to clean his mouth with a pumpkin pasty much to Ron and Harry's amusement.
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and three-quarters came in. He looked tearful. "Sorry." he said. "But have you seen a toad at all?"
When the three shook their heads, he wailed. "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!"
"He'll turn up." said Harry.
"Yes." said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..."
"We will be sure to let you know." Y/n reassured him and the boy left.
"Don't know why he's so bothered." said Ron. "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk."
The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap.
"He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference." said Ron in disgust.
Y/n looked at the rat in Ron's lap and couldn't help but agree it looked like it had seen better days.
"I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work." Ron said next. "I'll show you, look..." He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end. "Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway..."
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one." she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair.
"We've already told him we haven't seen it." said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."
She sat down next to Harry and opposite Y/n to watch Ron who looked taken aback.
"Er... all right." Ron cleared his throat.
"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow." He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
Y/n couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the failure of the spell. "Better luck next time Ron."
"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl now. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is I've heard. I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?" She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron, and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn't learned all the course books by heart either.
"I'm Ron Weasley." Ron muttered.
"Y/n." Y/n said offering out his hand for her to shake and she took it.
"Y/n?" Hermione asked hoping for a second name.
"Just Y/n." Y/n replied as he shook her hand and let go now.
"Harry Potter." said Harry next.
"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course...I got a few extra books, for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century."
"Am I?" said Harry, feeling dazed.
"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me." said Hermione. "Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best, I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it." said Ron.
"She was not that bad Ron. She is probably just a little excited as all." Y/n said being more reasonable.
"A little? We could barely get a word in." Ron replied as he threw his wand back into his trunk. "Stupid spell... George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud."
"What house are your brothers in?" asked Harry.
"Gryffindor." said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."
"That's the house Vol..." Harry started. "I mean, You-Know-Who was in?"
"Yeah." said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed.
"You know, I think the ends of Scabbers' whiskers are a bit lighter," said Harry, trying to take Ron's mind off houses. "So what do your oldest brothers do now that they've left, anyway?" Harry asked wondering what a wizard did once he'd finished school.
"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons." Ron started.
"I would love to meet a grown dragon one day...They always seem so majestic, a little terrifying too of course." Y/n commented.
"Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," said Ron. "Did you hear about Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't suppose you get that with the Muggles someone tried to rob a high security vault."
Harry stared at Ron for a moment. "Really? What happened to them?"
"Nothing, that's why it's such big news." Y/n told Harry.
"They haven't been caught at all. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it." Ron explained.
Harry turned this news over in his mind. He was starting to get a prickle of fear every time You-Know-Who was mentioned. He supposed this was all part of entering the magical world, but it had been a lot more comfortable saying "Voldemort" without worrying.
"What's your Quidditch team?" Ron asked.
"Er...I don't know any. " Harry confessed.
"I never really paid much attention to it, Quidditch was more Atticus's thing." Y/n said.
"What!" Ron looked at them dumbfounded. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world!" And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. Y/n just smiled and shook his head as Ron continued and talked Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.
Four boys entered, and Harry recognized the one of them at once, it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley.
Y/n looked to the side and immediately recognised another of the boy's to be his own brother Atticus.
"Is it true?" The pale boy said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes." said Harry. He was looking at the other two boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy and Atticus, they looked like bodyguards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. " And this is..."
"I see you have already made friends Atticus." Y/n interrupted and getting his brother's attention.
"I always did the better choices out of the two of us." Atticus commented as he gave Ron a look over.
Y/n just looked away now.
"This is your brother Atticus?" The pale boy asked him.
"...Unfortunately." Atticus said no longer looking at Y/n.
"I can see what you mean about him being a dulled down version of a yourself." The boy sneered before he turned his attention back to Harry. "My name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron just gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." He said insulting Ron before 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. Atticus and I can help you there." He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.
"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Harry said.
Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks and Atticus's brow's furrowed with annoyance.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," Draco said slowly. "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 Weasleys, The black sheep of the families..." He cast his gaze to Y/n for a moment. "And that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you."
Both Harry and Ron stood up while Y/n remained seated looking out the window.
"Say that again." Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.
"Unless you get out now." said Harry, more bravely than he felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than him or Ron.
"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys?" Draco said. "We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron. Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.
Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle, Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy all disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets.
Atticus however lingered for a moment.
"Don't talk to me when were in school Y/n, I want no association with you." He said before he turned around and began to walk down the train corridor after Malfoy.
Harry and Ron were still fuming.
"You're brother's a right git." Ron said turning to Y/n.
"He has been like that for a while." Y/n said raising his hand a little to wave it off. "I am not surprised he made friends with a Malfoy. Atticus has said 'I will not associate myself with those not of pureblood.'"
A few moments later, Hermione Granger had returned most likely hear the commotion between the boys and Draco's friends.
"What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.
"I think he's been knocked out." Ron said to Y/n and Harry now. He looked closer at Scabbers. "No...I don't believe it...he's gone back to sleep."
And so he had.
"The Malfoy's were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side." He turned to Hermione. "Can we help you with something?"
"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on, I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"
"Scabbers has been fighting, not us." said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"
"All right...I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors." said Hermione in a sniffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"
"Thank you for the warning." Y/n said wanting to be polite.
Ron however just glared at her as she left.
Harry peered out of the window. It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.
He, Y/n and Ron took off their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Y/n and Harry's fit them perfectly whereas Ron's were a bit short for him, you could see his sneakers underneath them.
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 lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles.
"We will be fine you two. We are all in the same boat with being new students." Y/n tried to reassure them but truthfully he felt dreadfully nervous himself.
Ron and Harry nodded as the three crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Harry shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and Harry heard a familiar voice. "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"
Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. "C'mon, follow me...any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Harry thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
"Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec." Hagrid called over his shoulder. "Jus' round this bend here."
There was a loud "Oooooh!" from the students ahead.
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.
"Wow..." Said Harry in awe.
"It's beautiful." Y/n added in agreement as he marveled at the castle.
"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry, Y/n and Ron were followed into their boat by Hermione who Y/n helped in and the four got comfortable.
"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "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 Hagrid as the first boats reached 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?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands as most people giggled. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
"Everyone here?" Hagrid called out and the students nodded. "You there, still got yer toad?"
Neville nodded.
Hagrid then raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.