Harry Potter sat in a compartment of the Hogwarts express with two of his new best friends, Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. They were waiting on Neville Longbottom (another one of their friends) to come and find them. What they got instead of Neville was a bushy haired brunette with large front teeth. She pulled open the door (without knocking first), looked around the compartment at all of them with a superior expression on, and then asked in a bossy, nasally voice, "Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one." "No, we have not got Nev's toad, but if you tell him to come to this compartment we may help him track it." Draco responded in a neutral tone of voice.

The girl was about to exit the compartment until she saw Blaise with his wand out, polishing it. "Oh, were you about to do magic?" She asked excitedly. Blaise gave her a very pointed look and told her shortly, "no". The girl pouted a bit, but then she seemed to cheer up and said, "I'm Hermione Granger by the way, who are you three?"

"I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco responded somewhat testily. "Blaise Zabini" Blaise said nonchalantly. "I'm Harrison Potter" Harry told the girl with a sigh. "Are you really? I've read all about you of course, they say that you defeated a troll when you were only five years old and that you've gone on to keep protecting the magical population every time they've been in trouble. You're my hero!"

Harry sat there in shock for a few moments before pinching the bridge of his nose. "Miss Granger, please tell me that you know you cannot believe everything that you read in every book?" Harrison asked her calmly. Hermione looked scandalized. "Of course you can! You cannot publish anything that is not one-hundred percent true!" "That is like saying that they can't put anything on the internet that isn't true!" "Which they can't!" Hermione huffed in outrage.

Harry sighed and put his head in his hands. He looked back up at her wearily before responding to her. "Miss Granger, books and the internet both state that I am a pampered, spoilt boy who lives the life of a prince, has fifty-pounds of muscle, wears glasses, has a scar on my forehead, has emerald green eyes, and messy black hair. Now tell me, besides my hair and eyes, does any of that seem correct to you?" Hermione stood there deliberating for a moment before shaking her head, tears in her eyes. She ran to the bathroom before she had a mental breakdown in there with them. Harry stared after her with a slight smile. Of course, if not for contacts and make-up, he would actually have glasses and a scar, but that was not something she needed to know.