Harry Potter: Start Again System.

Harry sighed.

It only made sense. He had fangirls and an unexpected and convoluted celebrity backstory. He didn't honestly know why he was surprised by conspiracy theorists.

"This is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, mistaking Harry's stare at his game windows for him asking who his henchmen were, "And my name's Draco Malfoy of House Malfoy."

He turned to Neville. "Heir Longbottom, glad to see you made it onto the train alright." While his words were nothing but polite, his voice held a sort of demeaning contempt that made Harry's spine tingle.

"Heir Malfoy, I suspect you came here because you wished to form an alliance with House Potter. I assure you that it will not happen unless you're entirely civil to Heir Longbottom here, who already has my friendship." Harry had read enough fantasy novels and etiquette books to know exactly what to say and in which tone to say it. And apparently, he was somehow successful, because Malfoy nodded to his bodyguards and they left the compartment.

"My apologies Heir Potter." He said. Harry simply nodded, not trusting his fantasy book knowledge to take him too far, and waved him to the seat in front him. Draco sat down.

Draco looked around, before spotting the books, "I see you've been reading ahead."

"A little," Harry admitted with a shrug.

"My father had me begin reading a few months ago. He wouldn't let me cast anything, but he showed me a few spells with his wand," Draco bragged.

"How much have you read?" Harry asked, curious.

"Oh, just a few chapters into each book," he answered, trying to sound nonchalant but failing. He was quite proud of his accomplishment and was enjoying the chance to brag in front of the Boy-Who-Lived. "You?"

"I started reading when I got back from Diagon Alley. I've spent most of my free time reading, and besides, it's really interesting to match all the accidental magic with the stuff in the books." Harry replied, not wanting to reveal too much. He could probably go off into his 3rd-year theory exams right now if he wanted, but he didn't want to draw too much attention.

Ping!

A new skill was created due to your ass being jealous of the crap that flows through your mouth!

Bullshitting, Lv-2

A combination of lying and the truth said in a very confident manner!

"Really? Aiming for Ravenclaw are you?" Draco said, a bit surprised.

Harry shrugged. "They do have the resources to gain the most knowledge, and knowledge is an essential tenement of survival in any society," Harry said, trying to recall some of the big words from that Thesaurus he'd been glancing at a while back.

"You don't want to lead or fight battles or…you know…all that stuff?" Draco asked tentatively.

Harry rolled his eyes, "Please do try not to imply that I'm some sort of savior that has come to lead the Wizarding World. I'm just a first year who wants to learn magic, like you."

Impressed, Draco smiled. "You're not what I had expected, Heir Potter. Even if you happen to not get into Slytherin…don't be a stranger."

"I can agree to that." Harry shook Draco's hand, who then got up and left, goons in tow. Harry looked at Draco's description as he left, frowning at the line about his father. His father was a Death Eater who was physically abusing his son. And even after that, the son showed no distaste towards his father. Harry frowned. There was something fishy up there.

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 Neville was positively shivering, looking very pale. Together, they quickly 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 voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" A positively huge man's hairy face beamed over the sea of heads. 'Hagrid,' Harry thought, matching the description with the name Professor McGonagall had given to him.

"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've been thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville only sniffed once or twice.

"Ye' all 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 kids ahead of him.

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. 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.

But that wasn't what Harry was staring at. He was staring at the new red window that had popped up in front of him the second he lay eyes on the castle.

WARNING!

You have decided to enter the ancient wards of Hogwarts. Should you choose to do so, your Wardstone perk will be deactivated due to being inside a more powerful set of wards. You will be unable to use them unless you get yourself out of its wards.

YES/NO

Deciding that he was already too far gone to turn back, Harry pressed yes forged on ahead. He used Observe on the castle.

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