Chapter Three

A/N: I only own the plot of this story. Anything from Harry Potter or from The Lion King is not mine and will never be mine.

"Chapter Three," Remus read as he flipped the page with well-practiced ease.

Harry, Ron and Simba enjoyed the train ride. The two human boys ate candy while Simba mostly slept.

"How could you sleep? The train ride's the best part!" Fabian exclaimed.

"Lions spend twenty hours a day sleeping," Lily said, giving the other man an eye roll. "Sounds like another person I know."

"What?" Sirius asked as everyone looked at him.

When he woke however, they were still talking about candy.

"These aren't real frogs?" Harry asked.

"I still can't believe you were asking that," Simba chuckled. "You ate grubs for Merlin's sake."

"Hey, I have my limits," Harry defended himself.

"No, besides it's the card you want," Ron explained. "Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard."

The frog jumped out of the case on to the floor.

"Watch it!" Ron yelled and Simba pounced on the frog.

"That was fun," Simba grinned. "Thankfully there's always a little firstie who loses the frog on the first go. Let's me keep my pouncing skills in shape."

"You spend too much time with the Twins," Harry said, raising an eyebrow when Simba called the First Years 'firsties'.

"That's a bad thing?"

"Depends on who you ask."

"Thanks Simba," Harry smiled at his best friend and brother.

Harry ate the frog and then picked up the card.

"I've got Dumbledore!" he said in surprise.

"I wonder if I'm on a card," James said randomly. "You know, when I'm the best Chaser the Whimburn Wasps have ever seen."

"You'll have to get past the best beater the Chudley Cannons have ever had," Sirius smirked. No one noticed the pained look on Harry's face as he watched this banter between his godfather and his father. Two lives that would never happen.

"I've got about six of him," Ron said. When Harry looked at the card again, there was no one there.

"Hey, he's gone!"

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day! Can you?" Ron said, eating some more candy.

"Well in the muggle world, pictures stay in the frame," Lily said with a shrug.

"Muggle?" Sarabi asked, somewhat confused.

"It's what we call people who don't have magic," Lily explained with a kind smile. "I'm a Muggle-Born, meaning I was born to people who don't have any magic. James is what they call a Pure-Blood as everyone in his family has magic."

"Making me a Half-Blood by the societal rules of the Wizarding World," Harry jumped in to the conversation.

Simba sniffed at the rat that was sitting on Ron's lap. He smelt funny. Timon had scurried back into the trunk when Ron arrived.

"Filthy little," Simba could be heard muttering when the rat was mentioned.

"This is Scabbers by the way," Ron said, pulling his pet closer to him upon seeing the lion cub's interest. "Pathetic little thing isn't he?"

"You can say that again," Harry nodded, a dark look overtaking his features as the conversation stayed on the rat.

"A little," Harry nodded and Simba snorted. That was an understatement.

"Fred gave me a spell as to turn him yellow," Ron said. "Want to see?"

"Why does this sound like it'll end badly?" Marline sighed.

"Because you know how pranksters work?" Alice supplied.

"Yeah!"

Ron pulled out his wand but before he could say anything, the door to the compartment opened and a girl dressed in robes was standing in the doorway. Ron and Harry quickly covered Simba up in an old sweater of Ron's so the girl wouldn't see him.

"Knowing what Hermione was like back then, she probably would have gone straight to the driver and had Simba kicked off," Harry chuckled.

"And then had you write a thousand lines about spending time with dangerous animals," Simba joined in the teasing. "Ah, good times."

"Is Hermione your girlfriend?" James jumped in, not noticing the rest of the conversation—or the look Lily was shooting him.

"Ugh! No," Harry made a slight face. "She's like my sister."

"Has anyone seen a toad?" the girl asked. "A boy named Neville's lost one."

"Why would I give Neville my toad?" Frank asked, knowing that there could only be one person they were talking about.

"Must have been your uncle," Alice shook her head. Honestly, that man…

"No," Ron said. A little rudely in Simba's opinion.

"I'll be sure to teach Ron some manners," Molly noted.

"He's eleven, Molly," Arthur said with a subtle eye roll. "You know what boys are like at eleven."

The girl noted that Ron had his wand out.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then."

Ron, from what Simba could see, gave Harry a look that said what's with her.

"Sunshine, daises, butter mellow. Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"

Simba, who had been unable to laugh at the time, was now on the floor rolling with laughter.

"I can't believe he thought that was real! He's a Pure-Blood for Merlin's sake!" he said through his laughter.

There was a flash of light that made Simba's fur stand on end.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" the girl asked which made Simba think that the spell didn't work. "Well, it's not very good, is it?"

"You can say that again," Gideon muttered.

Did she often state the obvious?

"Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself. But they've all worked for me," the girl continued and then walked into the compartment. Right across from Harry.

"For example," the girl said and Simba could feel Harry tense. "Occlus Reparo!"

"Thank Merlin she did that," Harry sighed. "I'd been going around with broken glasses a lot longer had it not been for her."

Harry seemed to relax after that.

"Well it's unnerving, having someone point a wand at your face," Harry shrugged.

"That's better isn't it?" the girl asked and then gasped. "Holy Cricket! You're Harry Potter!

"Are you famous Harry?" Simba gasped. "I had no idea!"

"Shut it you," Harry muttered but shook his head fondly at his brother.

I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?"

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron said….with what sounded like a mouth full of frog.

"It was," Harry nodded.

"Pleasure," Hermione said in an obvious attempt at being polite. She seemed nicer when she was talking to Harry. "You two better get changed into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon."

She got up but just before she left, she said "You've got dirt on your nose by the way. Did you know? Just there."

"Well that was…interesting," Edgar said, attempting to be polite towards the girl as it was obvious both Harry and Simba knew her well.

"I hope I'm still at Hogwarts during this time," McGonagall said hopefully. "Miss. Granger sounds like she would be a good student."

"She memorized her text books," Harry told McGonagall.

The door closed and the two boys uncovered Simba.

"Well, wasn't she nice," Ron said dryly. The two did in fact change into their robes, which was good as ten minutes later the train slowed to a stop.

"See you Simba," Harry said as luggage and pets had to stay on the train. Simba wouldn't have that. Grabbing Timon, he snuck off of the train and followed the mass of kids.

"Yes! Troublemaker for the win!" Sirius exclaimed and high-fived James. Harry just shook his head.

"And I wonder why you went to the Twins?" he sighed.

"Hey buddy?" Timon asked. "Drop me off here."

They could see Pumba in the distance.

"Kay Timon," Simba said and then ran to the castle. He decided it would be best to try the front doors. Luckily the only one there was a ghost, who was sleeping. Sneaking past him, Simba snuck into a hall full of people.

"The Great Hall," Dumbledore smiled. "It would be difficult to sneak in there, especially during the Welcoming Feast."

Oh Great Kings! he thought as he saw how many people were in there. And what was worse was the fact that he couldn't see Harry at all. But he did recognize a couple of red-manes from the station so he slipped under their table.

"Weasleys!" Fabian grinned and high-fived his brother.

Just then the doors opened and Simba could see dozens of feet.

"Stop right there," a stern woman's voice said. "Now when I call your name, you will come up and I will place the sorting hat on your head."

"I was quite alarmed when it started singing," Harry said with a chuckle. "Hermione jumped. Ron was going on about how Fred told him we'd have to wrestle a troll."

Sorting…hat? Okay then. England was weird. And what was a hat anyway?

"Hermione Granger!" the woman cried. The hat took a moment and then said "GRYFFINDOR!" The table he was under cheered.

"WHOO!"

"Draco Malfoy!" the woman cried again. This time the hat only took a second before saying "SLYTHERIN!"

The table he was under hissed slightly, but not loud enough that anyone else could hear it.

"Susan Bones!"

Edgar couldn't help but smile at the mention of his daughter and crossed his fingers that she would end up in his old house of Hufflepuff.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat cried.

"Ronald Weasley!"

Hey, that was Harry's friend! Simba snuck closer to the edge of the table to see this sorting. He liked Ron; he smelt of meat. Poor Ron looked terrified.

"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat cried and Ron relaxed slightly. He walked toward the table Simba was under and Simba moved away from the edge as to give him room. Simba would have rubbed up against Ron's legs but Harry was being sorted. Sticking his head out again, Simba saw his brother on the stool. He didn't like all the whispers that were spreading like wildfire.

"Try being out there when it happened," Harry muttered, causing Lily and James to look at one another with a curious look in their eyes. What had happened?

What are you mouthing? Simba thought. The thought left his head when the hat cried "GRYFFINDOR!"

"You already knew he was a Gryffindor," Lily prevented the screaming that was about to begin.

"We got Potter, we got Potter!" the two red-manes that smelled identical cried. Simba really didn't pay attention to much of the sorting after that. He caught a whiff of his brother's scent and rubbed his legs.

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The sorting ended and the woman said "May I have your attention?"

Then an old man, by the sound of it, said "Let the feast begin!"

Feast? Simba almost began drooling at the scent of food.

"Harry?" Ron whispered. "Is Simba under there?"

"Such a good boy," Molly smiled.

"Yeah," Harry whispered back.

The two friends said no more but as if by magic, a chicken leg dropped under the table right where Ron was sitting. Simba grabbed it and began to gnaw at it, paying no attention to what was going on. Ron and Harry kept dropping portions of meat when they could spare it.

"Fred and George saw us doing it after a while," Harry chuckled. "They approved and distracted Percy from telling us off."

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The next thing Simba knew, the hall was empty. Stretching a little, he realized that he had fallen asleep. Oh NO! Scrambling, he got to the doors only to see them closed.

"Oh no," Sarabi gasped and Mufasa had a worried look on his face. What would happen to his son?

"A lion—"

"—at Hogwarts? Now we've—"

"—seen everything."

It was the identical humans. Simba didn't want to be sent home.

"It's the twins," Harry said slowly.

"I didn't know that," Simba replied in the same manner.

"Who are you?" Simba asked, backing up slowly in case he'd have to run.

"A talking lion?" one of the boys asked. Now that Simba was just with them, he noticed that one of them had a thicker scent than the other. Almost an older scent.

"Fred!" Simba grinned. His favorite Weasley—the twin even beat out Ron for the top spot.

"You can understand me?" Simba asked, surprised.

"Yep," the other human nodded. "And you us?"

"I've been able to since I was five," Simba said proudly and then froze. If they wanted to take Harry away, they'd know how long they'd been together.

"Any cooing and I'll curse you," Harry said, giving a blanket statement but looking straight at his godfather.

"Meh, we'd report you but—"

"—then we'd be the type—"

"—of people that we prank and we—"

"—don't want to prank—"

"—ourselves."

Simba didn't understand a word they just said but figured that they weren't going to take him away from his brother.

"YAY!" the Prewett twins exclaimed in glee, and James grinned.

"Can you take me to Harry?" he asked.

"Sure why not?" the older human chuckled. "I'm Fred Weasley—"

"—and I'm his twin brother, George," the other human said with a smile.

"So that's how you met the twins," Harry smirked. "I always thought it was cooler."

The trio made their way to Gryffindor tower, and the twins were even kind enough to show Simba what dorm Harry slept in. Simba hopped onto the bed and curled up next to his brother, who seemed to be having a bad dream. He didn't notice the twins leave or the blanket that Ron put on him.

"Aww!"

"Silencio!" Harry shot but it was blocked by the protego Sirius threw up to protect his voice.

"Nice one Prongslet but you can't beat a guy who's been trained by Alastor Moody," Sirius smirked.

"Just for that Padfoot," Remus said with a smirk of his own, "you're reading the next chapter."