A/N This is totally A/U and is basically just a fun idea that came into my head, it's more me using the world created by the wonderful J.K Rowling (who by the way owns all the characters...unless i make some new ones up, then those are mine) and playing with it to dos oemthing that i find amusing. Enjoy, feedback is welcome, sorry it's only one shorts chapter to start but...i don't really want to keep posting if no one likes it. There's a hint there, tell if if it's good, tell me what i could do to improve it, that would be lovely.
After the lives of his parents were claimed as an infant, Harry Potter The Boy Who Lived, Hero of the wizarding world was taken under the wing of one of the greatest wizards and alchemists of time, Nicholas Flamel. He and his wife tutored young Harry for many years until they believed it was safe for him to enter Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for what would be his final possible year.
"Well, if it isn't two weasels and a mudblood, how fun."
A pair of faces started to go red. It was over half of the way to Hogwarts from platform 9 3/4 in London and the occupants of this compartment thought that they might make it an entire trip without the snide comments of a snake by the name of Draco Malfoy, alas, no such luck.
Hermione sniffed standing up straight and pointing to the Head Girl badge pinned onto her robes.
"If I hear you insulting fellow students again Malfoy, it will be detention with Filch and house points."
Malfoy sneered and pulled his wand out of his pocket pointing it at the girl calmly.
"Now, now mudblood, I'd watch what you say, it would be very hard to take house points from St. Mungo's now wouldn't it."
The two redheads leapt out of their seats pulling their wands and pointing them at Malfoy, both their faces flush with anger. This seemed to amuse Malfoy even further as his muscle stood behind him cracking their knuckles and two other slytherins had their wands pointed at the two.
"Well, well, we appear to have you outnumbered and outmatched as usual." A malicious grin appeared on Malfoy's face." Although we may need to teach you three some manners before tossing you out the window, those robes seem fuller than before so maybe we'll have a go, all of us, at least mudbloods and blood traitors are good for one thing."
Ron was about to throw himself at Malfoy when he simply...disappeared. That is until everyone looked down to see a quivering white rat on the floor it's beady red eyes staring up at them.
It took a minute for everything to register at which point the two Weasley's literally collapsed on the floor they were laughing so hard. Malfoy's cronies were struck dumb for a moment before recovering enough to start yelling at them demanding to know who'd done that.
The rat starting floating upwards into mid air and a hand reached out to grab it by the neck. This hand belonged to a steadily reappearing young man. He was fairly average height, but with a nice build, long untidy black hair, and brilliant green eyes. The young man wore a smirk and appeared all too pleased with himself.
"Well," He started, grinning like an idiot "that would have been me, and I must say he looks far better like this."
The young man started casually tossing the white rat up and down in the air as it squeaked and squealed trying to get away while everyone else stood there, their mouths hanging open, wondering what the hell was happening.
With a flick of his wand and a quick muttered incantation the rat glowed for a moment before the young man started tossing it against the wall and catching it as it bounced back.
Malfoy's two muscles (Crabbe and Goyle) charged at the intruder hoping to take back their beloved rat of a master. Young man sighed keeping the grin on his face as he twirled away from the two lumbering buffoons doing a pirouette causing them to crash into each other and fall dazed to the floor. The young man casually pointed his wand at the remaining two and shouted with jubilation "BUTTERCUP" grinned as two small potted plants rested where previously two humans stood. Spinning on his heel the young man gave an underhanded toss to the very dizzy rat sending it bouncing down the corridor.
At that moment another very identical pair of redheads threw themselves as the young mans feet and started 'sobbing' and laughing and bowing to him.
"My LORD, We are your humble servants here to do your bidding in any capacity you may desire."
The young man continued to smirk before giving the three still dumbstruck teens a wicked grin summoned a sword and taking on a very solemn air moved to pat them both on the shoulders with the flat of the blade.
"Arise my knights, by the power vested in me by Merlin, The founders, and your great aunts knickers, I dub thee Dumb and Dumber."
The two of them blinked at each other grins forming."Which is which?" The one on the left asked innocently.
"That will be determined by a test, I have heard of the pranking prowess of the Weasley Twins, I have yet to hear about one twin being greater than the other. The challenge is to visibly and beyond any possible doubt humiliate the teacher you hated the most during your time here that still resides here."
The twins blinked looking at each other "Separate?" this time it was the one on the right.
The young man nodded and the two smirked at each other, stood up, shook hands, and left in different directions.
He stood watching the two of them chuckling to himself as Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Ginny Weasley looked at each other nervously.
"Excuse me...who...who are you?"
The young man shrugged turning to face them smiling at each in turn.
"no one of consequence."
With a nod and a little wink he turned on his heel and sauntered towards the back of the train and into the last compartment. The three looked back and forth at each other.
"Do...do you think we should go after him?"
Ron was grinning and still laughing at the image of Malfoy the rat.
"Thank him? Give him a bloody medal more like it, not only did he turn Malfoy into a rat, but he also took about all of his goons and set Fred and George on Umbridge, this is the best start a year could have."
Ginny chuckled along with her brother but hermione was frowning looking down the train aisle.
"Alright, I'm going to go talk to him, he's obviously a new student and needs to learn that behaviour like today's is not acceptable at Hogwarts."
Ron and Ginny blinked at her trying to make sense of what the young witch just said.
"You mean you're going to punish him for that? He was defending innocents that were being ganged up on. You know it's true, but we should go talk to him, to at least thank him."
As usual Ginny acted as the voice of reason combining both Hermione's strict attention to rules and her brothers slightly more...liberal view of the world creating a happy bridge between the two.
Hermione and Ginny started walking down the aisle quickly with Ron trailing behind continuing to giggle about the 'Rat Incident'. Reaching the door to the compartment they had seen him enter Hermione went to open the door, only to find it locked. Not willing to be deterred she slid her wand out of her pocket and muttered Alohomora. Nothing. Her eyes narrowed, she appeared to sense a challenge. She ran through several more muttered spells, with more muttering in between them. Clenching her teeth she raised her fist and gave three small knocks on the door.
The door opened a crack showing a deep green eye and some jet black hair.
"We uhhh, wanted to thank you...for back there..and I wanted to ask you how you did all of that"
Hermione was able to finally find some sort of dignity and say the last part of her sentence without stuttering or stammering at all. The door opened wider as the young man moved back to flop into a large, plush chair and start sipping at something in a goblet at his side.
The three other teens entered the room completely dumbstruck, they didn't even notice the door closing behind them on it's own. It was roughly the size of a traditional living room with decor to match in some respects. There was a fire with a cheery blaze crackling, a large comfy chair currently occupied by the black haired, green eyed young man, a couch beside that and there was also a beautiful wooden stand beside the young man that held an assortment of books and bottles. All in all, the perfect room for a young (or not so young)gentleman of class and stature.
"Please, take a seat, make yourself at home" The young man made a gesture towards the couch beside him. They sat down still gaping. A room such as this is not what you'd expect to find on a school train.
"This compartment doesn't exist." Stated Hermione regaining her composure at last "Hogwarts:A History covers this train and the instigation of it, there is no room like this on the train, this can't be possible."
The young man shrugged "Life is but a dream, and I'm a lucid dreamer." He sat back taking another sip of his drink chuckling to himself.
"Can you teach me how to do that?" Ron burst out finally after a moment or two of silence. His face immediately went crimson under the eyes of the two females beside him.
"Us?" he stammered weakly after a moment. The young man waited for a moment then roared with laughter as though that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. The two women's eyes narrowed as they looked at him trying to regain control of himself. Wiping a tear from his eye and still letting out a few little giggles he turned back to them right into the face of two angry females. He blinked. The cleared his throat leaning back and closing his mouth.
"Uhh, what is it exactly you wanted me to teach you?"
A glazed look came over Ron's face and a stupid grin plastered itself across his mouth. "Teach us how to fight like that." The young man was shaking his head before Ron had even finished his sentence.
"Fighting should not be a part of people's lives, there are some that need to fight, and they are the ones that will, not you."
Ginny cleared her throat softly "Well, yes, but, we do need to fight."
He turned his eyes to her slowly narrowing them. "And why is it exactly, you three children have to fight?"
Ginny glared right back "Why do us children have to fight? Maybe because our families are fighting, our parents, our brothers, maybe because we don't want to see our friends die when maybe we could have done something about You-Know-Who."
A bitter laugh escaped the young mans mouth "You mean Voldemort? You can't do anything about him, you might be able to protect a few of your little friends from his Death Eaters, but in the end there's nothing you can do about Him"
Ginny rolled her eyes "Oh yes, and you know this because you're the expert on You-Know-Who."
Leaning back in his chair a cocky smirk back on his face he nodded slightly "Pretty much yeah, name one person who knows more about him than me."
Hermione was in her element "Albus Dumbledore is supposed to be the foremost expert on You-Know-Who, it's even said that Dumbledore is the only wizard he was ever afraid of."
The young man shrugged his shoulders with nonchalance "Yeah, Albus knows a lot, but not everything, and not as much as me."
Three mouths dropped at this statement, in one sentence this boy claimed to both know more than the great Albus Dumbledore, and called him by his first name.
"Who are you?" Hermione spluttered after a moment.
Another shrug of his shoulders "Me? Oh, I'm Harry Potter."
A/N And there we have chapter 1. as you can see, i'm totally messing with events, to let everyone know, things have passed in a manner very close to what happened in the books, just without the Diary, and without various deaths. Ginny has kinda replaced Harry as the third of the trio, despie the age difference.