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'Train of Thoughts' - VIII

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Telepathy/Mind
Letters/Articles/Parseltongue
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Harry woke up peacefully in his bed. The smell of breakfast waiting through the air, creating lull of hunger in its wake. Damien must be cooking up those waffles that he requested the night prior. Time had passed and Harry here, was planning.
A hard thing it was. No mistakes shall me made and he would made sure of it. The Hogwarts train would be stationed at 9¾ as always at ten o'clock sharp. Damien would be escorting him there as his legal guardian.

"Harry! Breakfast is ready!" He heard the call of Damien from his mind, as well as from downstairs in sync. A smile broke out on his face and he went down as soon as he could after freshening up.
Then there was Damien as always, sitting at the table. Waiting for him to arrive.

"There you are Harry. Did you sleep well?" Damien asked with a small smile. "Yeah, had a pretty odd dream though. Something was whispering in my ear."

Damien's brows furowed in concern. That was not a good sign in the slightest bit he would protect Harry from harm. That was for sure. He wasn't sure if the Horcrux's intentions. They would look into it later.
Harry had an eventful breakfast and talked some with Damien and settled their masks on their faces as they got ready to depart. This would be a fun ordeal. Maybe Harry would try and make new and trustworthy friends this time.

They arrived at King's Cross station via Damions method of smoking in and out of existence and the shadow travel.
Harry could make out the hustle and bustle of muggles littering the station. Rushing to get on muggle metros and trains. And wizards which could only be known with a seasoned and experienced eye. Going through the invisible path through the wall between platforms nine and ten.
Damien escorted Harry and smiled at him as they entered the other side together. The Hogwarts Express stood tall and proud, the smoke puffing out of it's chimney.

Loads of students clambering about and their parents ushering them to the train and some loading up their luggage. Damien planned to also influence the political world of the wizarding world. That would start with a small public appearance that would sprial out of control via a little bug...
The taller man was dressed in a expensive but sober looking suit, instead of the oversized wizarding robes. Which Damien didn't quite like the fit and look of. Harry couldn't help but think that Damien looked very dashing...

"Now Harry, we must stay focused and carry out our plan." Damien said as he put a charm over them so that the conversation stays private.
Damien crouched down to his height. Which was short in his eleven year old body. "Yes...we should be careful because of even a little bit of it get's out then we're practically doomed." Harry shuddered to think the events that'd unfold if the word of their plan of world domination gets out.

"Take care Harry. And do call if anything is needed. I assure you, I have time for it." Damien said with a smile as he tucked a strand of hair behind Harry's ear and they heated up. He knew he was going soft on Harry but he couldn't help it. He pressed a kiss on his forehead and shooed him to the platform before a certain pair of red heads arrived. Harry was completely frozen as the thing actually happened.
Butterflies erupted in his stomach as he climbed into the train and walked through the compartments to see if any of them were empty. He found one at the very end of the train and charmed the doors shut. He replayed the incident again and again in his mind and the train of thought was broken out by a knock of the door.

Harry got up and opened the door. He was not expecting the person on the other end. It was Draco Bloody Malfoy...
The last time he'd seen him was when he killed Dumbledore. Looking all pale and sick. He hadn't even seen him at Madame Malkins. Now he was suddenly seen here abruptly. Much younger and less scarred.
He looked at Harry calmly. Then said the most out of place thing...

"Are any seats available to occupy? The rest are taken."

Harry certainly did not expect that. Because that was what Ron said...in his last life that is. Weird. Everything seemed to be...a little different. That was understandable because Harry could've messed with some things while returning here. Time travel or travelling dimensions was a dangerous thing.
Harry nodded silently and the Malfoy heir made himself comfortable across the seat he was to sit at.

"Hello. What's your name? I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
He said putting out his hand. Some things never change... Harry chuckled inwardly.
"I'm Harry Potter..."
"You mean The Harry Potter...?"

The boy looked puzzled. Then a look of realisation came by.

"The Harry Potter with the scar? Harry Potter with the books written about him? The one with the scar on his forehead?"

Harry nodded slowly. The Malfoy heir was fanboying at him...? Now this, was weird. Even for Harry Potter who had seen many weird things over the years.
Anyhow, Harry said very little about himself other than revealing his name. Even then the Malfoy heir hadn't lashed out at him like he'd do with strangers. He was surprisingly pleasant actually.

"Nice to meet you Harry."

He called him by his first name even. Draco would be a great friend this time along, Harry collected.

"Nice to meet you too Draco."
Harry added with a small smile. With the help of Draco, he can have much influence over the school and outside of it considering the status of his father. And Damien would find that useful if he ever wanted to ally with Malfoy senior.

Suddenly there were knocks at the compartments door. Happy felt it was unnecessary to knock in such a manner but he went to open it. There stood two familiar faces. The rest of Harry's year was going to be...chaos.

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A/N: Hello! I'm back. So...I had a really hectic year. Life has been a train wreck and home life isn't that great. I will be writing at a very slow pace. I'm experiencing a writers block at that. I hope you enjoyed this chapter tho :)