Chapter 1: Hogwarts Express

Harry was sitting in front of Ron when the door of the compartment was opened. It was a boy, with a very curly dark hair and blue dark eyes. His eyes widened for a moment and then smiled,

"Hey! Can I get in? Everywhere else is full." The boy asked.

Harry nodded and Ron said "Sure!".

The boy sat down, "My name is Jackson, Jackson Kendall, But you can call me Jack."

He said, he was a little bit enthusiastic, though he tried to hide it.

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley and this is Harry, Harry Potter."

"Oh Hey nice to meet you Ron, and you Harry." And then shook their hands.

Harry noticed that Jack didn't took an interest in him as the other did, though he still could catch him looking at him and then turn his face away.

"So what House do you think you'll be?" Jack asked.

"Gryffindor I think, all of my family were in this house." Ron said.

"I don't know!" said Harry

"I think you'll do great in Gryffindor. your parents were there, did you know?" asked Jack

Harry Shook his head.

"and what house you think you'll be in?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure, I think I'm a Ravenclaw, but I really want to be in Gryffindor, though I'm a muggle-born so I can't tell."

"you know too much for a muggle-born, where did you know all this from?" asked Ron

Jack didn't expect this question. "Errm.. Reading, I read a lot, that's why I may end up in Ravenclaw."

"What's a muggle-born?" asked Harry

"It's a wizard or a witch which their parents are muggles," said Jack, "I suppose you know what does the word "muggles" means?!"

"Yes, Hagrid told me" said Harry

"who's Hagrid?" asked Ron

"The gamekeeper of Hogwarts" answered Harry and Jack together

"Do you know him?" asked Harry turning to Jack who was sitting next to him

"No, just read about it somewhere."

"Anything off the cart, dears?" it was the trolley witch, Ron didn't take anything since he brought sandwiches from home, while Jack and Harry got some of everything. Harry, Ron and Jack swapped for their sweets (and sandwiches), and the ride went along, until the door of the compartment slid open again, it was a bushy haired girl with large front teeth.

"Has anyone seen a toad? a boy named Neville has lost one." She asked

Jack then took his wand out and said "Accio toad".

And then a toad came out from under the seats and straight to Jack's hand,

"Here it is, and I'm Jack by the way" he gave her the toad.

The three of them Harry, Ron and the girl looked surprised, "Thank you, and I'm Hermione."

She said and then turned to face Harry and Ron "and you should be Harry Potter, am I wrong?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head. "and I'm Ron, Ron Weasley" said Ron while eating his Sandwich

"Pleasure." Said Hermione, and turned to Harry and Jack "You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon." And then she left.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it" said Ron, and looked annoyed.

Jack smirked on him. "What?" shouted Ron.

"Nothing. Though I think she looks like a good person" Jack said, and Ron Sneered.

For the fourth time this ride, the compartment door slid open again. This time it was three boys, one of them had a pale skin and blonde hair, and he looked at Harry in interest. The other two boys who were thickest and looked extremely mean, and stood behind the pale boy like bodyguards.

"it is true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter is in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking.

"And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigget. 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 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.

"Maybe I can help you with being less prejudiced, racist arrogant brat." Jack said while standing up.

"It's not of your business, Mudblood" Malfoy said.

Ron gasped while Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, it is," said Harry "and thank you, but I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself." he said coolly.

Draco Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared in his pale cheeks. He turned around and left.

And then shortly after, 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!"Har