Azran was sad. This was the first time this particular phenomenon occurred. He didn't even feel a twinge of sadness or guilt when he killed his own brother. Maybe fear when his father, Nathan, found out. Oh how he hated that man. How he outsmarted him, even in the afterlife, in the form of Azran's own son, Cabe. Somehow, with magics unknown, hide a fragment of himself inside of Cabe as he hide him away from the Necromancer.

The cause of his sadness was his adopted son. He was going off to a magic school by himself, leaving him behind. He barely even registered that five years passed, he had all the time in the world, and became so used the constant presence of his adopted son, that he didn't know what to do when he was gone. Not that he'd let his confusion show anyways. It was time to go, he didn't want Harry to miss his train.

"Harry!" Azran called. "Get your butt down here! It's time we're off!"

"Coming dad!" The eleven year old called back down.

Over the past five years Harry had changed quite a bit. His raven black hair was almost completely gone, only one quarter remained as the other three quarters were silver, much like his own fathers. Back in the Dragonrealms, Azran's home, the silver in the hair identified a wizard, and the amount of silver in the hair showed how powerful the wizard was. His once heart-shaped face had become sharp and aristocratic, similar to Azran's. Sickly green eyes were his most striking feature, more so than his hair. They glowed eerily and scared most he came across, other than his father of course, he's the one who taught Harry how to change his appearance.

"Off we go son, teleport to-"Azran was cut off by his son. "The barrier between platform 9 and platform 10, I know." He rolled his eyes at his son.

"Let's get going already." The moment he said that his silver haired son disappeared from his spot. "Impatient children." The warlock muttered before slipping between the folds of reality.


Azran and Harry stared up at the massive train. Careful not to let his awestruck show through his carefully sculpted mask, he turned to his son who had no such façade. As soon as they walked through the barrier between the two platforms the instantly saw the train. Azran felt his respect for the non-magical of this world go up just a tiny bit.

He turned to Harry with what most would call an evil smirk. "Get going Son, have fun. Remember to get-"

"Information on how this world does magic, I know dad." Harry quickly hugged his father and ran off towards the train. A faint smile graced the evil warlock's handsome face as he opened a small portal and traversed through the void back home.


Harry was, to put it bluntly, excited. He was going to learn a form of magic not even his father knew! He just hoped it got better, as the books he read through were severely basic. He was able to cast a simple fire spell at the age of six! All of the spells had to be verbally announced so the element of surprise was gone, the use of a wand meant there were wand movements, so based on how fast you could flick your wrist was how fast you could cast the spell. Essentially Dragonrealms magic was faster, simpler, and all around better.

He walked down the train hall looking for an empty compartment. All the ones he looked in so far were filled with older students. Harry found a compartment at the end of the train and with a sigh of relief entered it and locked the compartment with a snap of his fingers.

A half hour went by as Harry sat reading a book his father made for him on the art of necromancy. He was planning to teach him how to summon the undead to (un)willingly do his bidding.

Three knocks on the compartment door broke his attention from the slightly dark book. With a snap of his finger and a "Come in!" had the unwanted visitor entering the compartment.

A nervous looking round faced boy walked into the compartment. "I-is it okay if I sit here? Everywhere else is full." He muttered shyly.

Harry's blank face took on one of sympathy. He could have turned out like Neville if he stayed with the Dursley's, a nervous wreck.

"Sure." Harry patted the seat beside him. "Come sit down." Relief passed over his face and he sat down beside the silver haired boy. Harry stuck his hand out with a friendly smile.

"My name is Harry, Harry Bedlam." The boy took his hand slowly and shook it. "N-Neville, Neville Longbottom."

Harry and Neville had, over the course of an hour, became quick friends. He learned that Neville's parents weren't in the boy's life, he avoided the topic, but he learned that his grandmother was taking care of him, his grandfather died in the last war fighting ten death eaters, killing all of them. He also learned that Neville was extremely shy and unsure of himself since most of his family thought he was a squib (born to magical parents without having magic themselves).

Neville was showing Harry how to play exploding snap, when the train started to slow down. They both took this as a hint to get changed into their school robes. They followed the crowd out of the train and saw a giant of a man calling out.

"Firs' years this way! Firs' years!"

"That's Hagrid. He's the Keeper of keys and Grounds. My Grandmum told me about him. Supposed to be kind even though he doesn't look it." Neville whispered to the slightly stunned Harry beside him.

"Ever' one in a boat! No more than four to a boat!" The giant man called out to the first years.

Harry and Neville clambered into one with two others following them in. One was a girl with long blonde hair and black eyes, a cold expression masking her emotions, the other girl had shoulder-length red hair, blue eyes and a giant grin spread across her face.

The blonde held out her hand to Harry in a dignified manner. Definitely one of the purebloods he read about.

"Daphne Greengrass." She stated matter-of-factly. Harry smirked and shook her hand. "Harry Bedlam."

"I'm Tracy Davis! Pleased to meet you all!" The red-head chimed in. "N-Neville Longbottom." Neville said softly, raising his hand in greeting.

Daphne turned her attention toward the Longbottom scion. "Longbottom? As in the Longbottom heir? I am pleased to make your acquaintance." Neville shook her hand. Daphne eyed him with a hint of disgust. "A nervous one aren't you?"

The rest of the boat ride was spent mostly in silence except for Tracy's ever constant chattering about the four different houses and which one she would be sorted into.

"-and I think I would I would drop dead if I went to Hufflepuff. Don't get me wrong, loyalty is a good thing, but they're a bunch of duffers. I would rather be in Slytherin than anything else, Gryffindor has too much red, and the gold wouldn't suit me at all." "Not to mention you're not smart enough for Ravenclaw." Daphne interjected.

"'Ogwarts ahoy!" Hagrid bellowed, breaking the students of their conversations.

Hogwarts loomed mysteriously in the night sky. The castle rose to a massive height, with four towers seemingly reaching the stars. A giant tentacle of what seemed to belong to a squid reached out of the surface of the water and caused water to rain on some of the kids.

"Magnificent." Harry breathed.

And it really was. It was almost like the castle his father describe back in his homeland. Except his fathers was hidden, in a land of volcanoes, and was a whole lot darker… so maybe it wasn't almost like his father's castle.

The boats parked on the shoreline and Hagrid brought them to the front doors of the castle, pointing out various places in the grounds, like Hagrid's Hut and the greenhouses. The massive man knocked on the steel doors, loudly at that, and waited.

Deputy Headmistress McGonagall opened the massive doors and greeted Hagrid with a rare smile.

"The firs' years Professor McGonagall." The stern looking witch turned to the students.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take them from here." She pulled the doors open wide, and from what Harry could see was that the Entrance Hall was humongous, he could have fit his entire house in it!

As they entered the hall, Harry could hear hundreds of voices coming from a slightly opened door in front of them. He assumed the rest of the school was already here. Professor McGonagall showed the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. They crowded in, standing rather closer together than they would usually have done, peering about nervously.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall. "The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room.

"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours.

"The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting."

She pointedly looked at a red-headed boy's smudged nose before continuing. "I shall return when we are ready for you."

And without another word, left the chamber.

I used some parts from book one as I didn't quite know how to setup the beginning to the sorting. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and in my opinion, this was a lot better than the first one. Rate & Review.