September 1st 1991 arrived...
The last month passed for Harry like a relentless blur of discipline and purpose.
He began by completely finishing every book in the local library, absorbing knowledge far beyond his age. Once that was done, he moved on to the entire first-year Hogwarts curriculum, reading, memorizing, and then practicing it. For spellwork, he used a nearby forest, carefully choosing places where no Muggles would ever wander. There, his magic grew steady and precise, no longer wild or accidental.
Alongside magic, Harry devoted himself to Serpent Breathing. Unlike books or spells, this training was brutal. Even with his Hypermind and developing muscle memory, mastering the breathing patterns took immense time and effort. His lungs burned, his body ached, and progress came slowly—but it came till the end of the month he finally learned all the basic slash moves of serpent breathing all what was left were some Exclusive Techniques created by previous users.
Along side with serpent breathing Harry also focused his attention onto the Jade Serpent transformation.
The first time he succeeded, the result shocked even him—
a colossal twenty-foot jade serpent, far larger than Nagini herself, radiating ancient pressure and power which scared half of the forest animals and some nearby muggles to nearly death. But he can't do anything about it as control however, was another matter entirely. Through constant practice, Harry learned to regulate the transformation, eventually compressing his form down to a minimum of thirty inches, a sleek green viper, while retaining the ability to expand back into a massive twenty-foot jade snake at will and currently his form only let him grow till 20feet.
Despite the intensity of his training, Harry never neglected the Pokémon egg. He carried it everywhere—through the forest, on long walks, during quiet reading sessions tucked in his shirt giving it warmth of his body and sometimes even talking to it softly to which the egg even replied as shaking. Step by step, day by day, he ensured the egg was never left behind, determined to see it hatch as soon as possible.
By the end of the month, Harry Potter had fully mastered all first-year Hogwarts knowledge and even perfected all the spells that he seems to have flaws, he also stabilized his magic and can even suppressed his magic and become complete muggle for the wizard sensing his magic, he advanced his bloodline abilities, and hardened his body and mind far beyond that of a normal child.
Now, as the morning of 1st September dawned, Harry stood ready.Hogwarts awaited him and he would not arrive as an ordinary first-year.
Harry finished packing quietly and stepped out of the house, choosing not to use the Spellweaver Ring. No matter how convenient it was, this was not something he wanted others—not even Dumbledore or Hagrid—to notice or question.
Hagrid was already waiting outside.
They greeted each other warmly, and soon the two of them were on their way to King's Cross Station. The journey passed quickly, and when they arrived, Harry felt a brief flicker of disappointment when no system notification appeared. Still, he said nothing.
Hagrid handed him his ticket, gave him a few hurried instructions, and explained that he had important duties to attend to at Hogwarts. With a final wave and a grin, Hagrid left—without ever mentioning where Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was.
Harry didn't need to ask.
He walked calmly through the station until he reached the two familiar pillars. The magic there was obvious to his senses now. Without hesitation, Harry broke into a light run—and passed straight through.
The moment he emerged onto the hidden platform, a familiar chime rang in his mind.
[Successfully signed in at Platform 9¾]
[Obtain: Draconis Vaultcase — stored in inventory]
Harry's lips curved into a small smile. He didn't linger, unwilling to draw attention amid the growing crowd. He moved quickly to the Hogwarts Express, stored his trunk inside, and—since he had arrived early—chose a random, empty compartment.
Once seated, he finally allowed himself a moment to focus on the reward.
The Draconis Vaultcase materialized briefly in his awareness: a suitcase reminiscent of Newt Scamander's, but far more imposing—crafted from overlapping black dragon scales, faintly warm to the touch, with subtle crimson runes etched along its edges. Inside, it contained a vast 500 cubic meters of space, stable, hidden, and perfectly concealed.
Harry nodded in satisfaction and stored the suitcase into the ring. As the train slowly began to fill and the sounds of laughter and chatter drifted through the corridors, Harry leaned back against the seat.
The moment Harry leaned back into the seat, he felt it—a faint tremor, light but unmistakable, coming from his bag.
His eyes widened.
Harry immediately pulled out the egg. The shell was warm now, vibrating gently in his hands. Thin veins of white light pulsed across its surface. He carefully placed it on the small table by the window and stepped back, his breath held.
The glow intensified.
For a moment, it was like staring at a miniature sun. The compartment was flooded with soft brilliance, yet no heat accompanied it. Then, slowly, the light began to fade, breaking apart into drifting motes.
The shell cracked. It shattered into harmless fragments of light, revealing a tiny, curled figure.
A small, yellow, mouse-like creature lay there, blinking sleepily. It had large, rounded ears, big brown eyes, and rosy red cheek pouches. A thin black zigzag marking circled its neck like a collar, and behind it twitched a short, black, lightning-bolt-shaped tail.
Pichu. The little Pokémon looked up at Harry, tilting its head. Through Beastwhisper, Harry felt a rush of emotions—confusion, warmth, curiosity, and a gentle sense of safety, all directed toward him.
Harry's heart softened instantly.
He reached out slowly and lifted the tiny creature into his arms. Pichu squeaked softly, then nestled against his chest, tiny paws clutching his shirt as faint sparks danced harmlessly across its cheeks.
Harry smiled, something pure and genuine. "You're safe little one," he said quietly. "I've got you."
The name came to him without effort. "Sparky. Yes your name is going to be Sparky from now onwards."
Pichu's or now Sparky ears twitched, and it chirped happily, a faint bzzt crackling in the air as if answering to its name.
The compartment door slid open with a sharp click.
A young girl stood there, her bushy brown hair slightly frizzed from rushing through the train, her posture straight and her eyes sharp with curiosity and confidence.
"Excuse me," she said briskly, peering inside. "Is this compartment full, or is there space left?" Harry looked up—and smiled.
It wasn't forced or polite; it was warm, bright, almost radiant. "There's plenty of space," he replied calmly. "You're welcome to sit." For a brief moment, the girl simply froze.
She hadn't expected that her eyes lingered on his face—too handsome for her expectations, framed by neat hair and those striking deep emerald eyes that seemed to catch the light. She blinked, flustered, then quickly looked away, pretending to adjust her grip on her trunk.
"Oh—thank you," she said, regaining her composure as she stepped inside. Her attention, however, immediately snapped to the tiny yellow creature in Harry's arms.
"Oh!" she gasped softly. "It's… it's adorable. What is that?" Before Harry could answer, Hermione turned to lift her heavy luggage—and struggled. The trunk refused to budge.
Without a word, Harry raised his hand slightly. The luggage rose smoothly into the air, gliding into the rack above as if it weighed nothing. Hermione's jaw dropped.
"You—! How did you do that?!" she blurted out, eyes shining with excitement. "You didn't use a wand! Are you a senior student?"
Harry clicked his tongue lightly, amused. "Easy," he said gently. "Calm down first." Harry when he first saw her instantly knew who she was. She was Hermonie Granger and how did he knew because she was exactly looking like Emma Watson when she was child and then her bushy hairs and bossy and scholar temper easily gave away who she was.
Looking at her Harry saw she was flushed. Realizing she'd started rambling, and took a breath. "I'm sorry," she said, pushing her hair back. "It's just—wandless magic is supposed to be extremely advanced."
Harry only smiled, neither confirming nor denying. After a moment, Hermione straightened and offered her hand. "I'm Hermione Granger. First year at Hogwarts."
"I'm Jade Smith," Harry replied smoothly, shaking her hand. "First year as well." Harry lied because he didn't want to get words spreading that Harry Potter is on the train and to attract trouble to his peaceful compartment.
Hermione stared at him again, stunned. "First year? But you just—"
"My parents were wizards," Harry said calmly, cutting off her train of thought. "but they passed away when I was little and had been raised by my muggle uncle and aunt and i recently knew about me being a wizard."
Her expression changed instantly. The excitement faded, replaced by shock—and then guilt. "Oh," she said softly. "I'm… I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to pry."
Harry shook his head lightly, still smiling. "It's alright. You don't need to apologize." The tension eased.
Sparky peeked out from Harry's arms, ears twitching as it let out a small, curious chirp. Hermione's face lit up again, though this time more gently.
"What type of magical creature is this it's so adorable and What's its name?" she asked.
"Sparky, and it is from a species called Pichu" Harry replied.
Hermione was confused but still smiled, settling into her seat. Outside, the Hogwarts Express gave a low whistle as it prepared to depart—marking the quiet beginning of a journey that would change all of them forever.
Just as Hermione opened her mouth to speak again, the compartment door slid open once more.
A round-faced boy stood there, slightly out of breath, his clothes a little rumpled and his grip tight on the handle of his trunk. His eyes darted nervously between Harry and Hermione.
"E-excuse me," he said hesitantly, voice wavering. "A-are there any seats left? All the other compartments seem to be full…"
Harry and Hermione exchanged a quick glance—and smiled. "There's room here," Hermione said kindly. "Yes," Harry added. "Come in."
Relief flooded the boy's face. "Oh—thank you!" he said, stepping inside and carefully sliding the door shut behind him.
He tried to lift his luggage, but it barely moved. He tugged again, cheeks reddening with effort. Before the boy could embarrass himself further, Harry casually raised his hand. The trunk floated upward, settling neatly into the rack beside Hermione's luggage.
The boy stared at it, eyes wide. "W-wow…" Harry simply shrugged and returned to his seat.
The boy sat down slowly, fidgeting with his fingers before finally gathering the courage to speak. "I-I'm Neville," he said. "Neville Longbottom. It's my first year."
"Hermione Granger," Hermione replied warmly.
"I'm Jade Smith," Harry said smoothly, maintaining the same name.
Neville smiled nervously, clearly reassured to find himself among fellow first-years. Sparky let out a soft chirp from Harry's arms, drawing Neville's attention. "I-is that a magical creature?" he asked in awe.
Harry glanced down at the tiny Pokémon and smiled faintly. "You could say that."
Neville suddenly looked as if he had been struck by lightning. "I—I've got a pet too," he said hurriedly, patting his robe pockets. His face drained of color. He checked again. And again.
"Oh no… no, no, no—!" His voice rose into a panicked shout. "Trevor!" Hermione jumped. "What happened?"
"My toad!" Neville wailed, eyes watering. "His name's Trevor. I—I had him just a moment ago…" His voice cracked, and tears began to well up. "I've lost him again…"
Hermione softened instantly. "Don't worry, Neville. We'll help you find him," she said, already standing up. "Come on, he can't have gone far."
She and Neville moved toward the compartment door— "Wait," Harry called calmly. They both turned to look at him.
"There's no need to go outside," Harry said. "Just tell me—his name is Trevor, right?" Neville nodded vigorously. "Y-yes! Trevor!"
Harry raised a single finger, his expression relaxed. "Accio, Trevor." For a brief second, nothing happened.
Then—
"HEY! WHAT'S THAT?!"
"IS THAT A FLYING TOAD?!"
"WHAT THE HELL—AAAAAH!"
Shouts erupted from the corridor outside. The compartment door slid open with a bang, and a plump brown toad came floating through the doorway, legs dangling helplessly in the air. Harry tilted his head slightly. "That him?"
Neville's face lit up like the sun. "T-Trevor!" he cried, tears forgotten as he rushed forward. Harry lowered his hand, and the spell released. Trevor dropped gently into Neville's arms.
Neville hugged the toad tightly, laughing and wiping his eyes. "You silly thing… don't scare me like that again."
Hermione stared at Harry, eyes wide and sparkling with a mixture of shock and fascination.
"That was wandless magic," she said slowly. "And a charm that I haven't even seen or read in the 1st year books. Without a wand, and with perfect control…How did you do that?"
Harry just smiled, leaning back into his seat as Sparky chirped softly in agreement. "Practice," he said lightly.
But Hermione wasn't convinced—and her curiosity had only just begun. Then Hermione begain to talk about the course and about Hogwarts and the speels and books she have read and memorised then she even ask Harry about some things that she didn't understand.
Harry knowing her nature begain to talk with her more and told many things. But Neville don't know what to talk with them and was quiet. It was then when the topic of Sorting of houses came did he finally talk and said "I heard from my uncle that to be sorted one has to fight a Troll" hearing this Hermione was scared but Harry smiled not telling the truth about the Speting ceremony and they all continued their talks.
After some time the Cart lady came and Harry buy all the things from the cart and then as she was leaving she told them that Hogwarts would be arriving soon so they should get dressed up. To which Hermione went outside then the boys changed into their robes and then they got out and Hermione change her cloths into robes.
After few minutes they arrived at Hogsmeade Station and Harry first hide Sparky in his robes and then with Hermione and Neville they walked outside.
Feeling the air Harry breathed a mouthfull and prepared himself to begain a new journey at Hogwarts.