The Intelligent Potter

*** Hermione's house

The bell rang at about 7 PM at the Granger's house, just before dinnertime.

Hermione ran down the stairs, they were expecting Harry to show up today.

As she opened the door, she could have sworn that she saw a purple triple-decker bus pull out from behind Harry faster than any muggle bus could ever hope to.

Harry himself looked sort of sick and slightly ruffled, he was holding a cheap cup of hot chocolate in his left hand and his wand clutched in his right.

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed hugging the sickly boy tightly.

"Hermione." Harry said, before twisting out of her grip and throwing up all over the sidewalk, getting a few weird looks from the people passing by.

"I really hate Wizarding travel." Harry said, weakly, waving his hand over the mess three time, having it slowly vanishing into nothingness.

Hermione looked at him awestruck, "Wandless magic! You're the youngest in…"

"Ever… in recorded history." Harry said, grinning in pride, but his face darkened, "But there's no record of Voldemort's school days, so I doubt that figure is entirely accurate."

"Come in." Hermione said, ushering her friend into her house.

The Grangers were fairly rich, they owned a house bigger than Petunia's in Privet Drive, neatly organized but far homelier than that of the Dursleys.

Harry found himself far more at home in 12 seconds at the Grangers than he ever had with 12 years with the Dursleys.

Hermione's mother looked somewhat similar to Hermione, but with sleek black hair and equally large teeth.

"Come in Harry! It's so nice to meet you, you're all that Hermione talked about all summer. I'm Emma, Hermione's mother, would you like some tea, have you had your dinner? Do you want to have dinner with us?" Hermione's mother said all at once.

A slightly larger man with mousy brown hair, but no other real resemblance to Hermione came up, his smile was the kind that you couldn't help but like.

"Hiya Harry, I'm Dan, sorry my wife can be kinda intimidating, but I'm sure you've had experience." He knowingly nodded at Hermione who rolled her eyes.

"Nice to meet you, I haven't had dinner yet, I would be happy to." Harry said, not mentioning that he hadn't had breakfast or lunch either.

The Grangers had made some pasta, a dish which Dudley used to love but Harry had never tried.

"So Harry, I heard from Hermione that you topped her in a few classes, that's a real first for her, do you enjoy studying too?" Dan asked.

Harry nodded, "Some people say knowledge is power, for magic that's far more literal, you need the knowledge to harness your magical potential. Being magically strong is highly important in the magical world."

"Hermione said you play some magical sport."

"Quidditch, it's played on brooms, it's dangerous but fun." Harry replied.

Dan and Emma continued asking questions through dinner.

*** Later, guest room

Harry had been set up in the guest bedroom when he heard a deafening crack.

A house-elf, mistreated by the looks of it cracked into Harry's room.

Harry's wand was instantly pointed at the poor creature, it's tip lit up with the distinctive red of the stunning spell.

"HARRY POTTER MUST NEVER GO BACK TO HOGWARTS!" the elf screeched.

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Why."

"THERE ARE DANGERS AT HOGWARTS! PLOTS ARE HAPPENING! HARRY POTTER SIR MUST NOT GO BACK TO HOGWARTS."

"Who is behind the plot. Is it Voldemort."

The house-elf looked distraught, "Not the dark lord but…" the house elf started banging its head on the table.

"Very well then, I shall stay away from Hogwarts." Harry said calmly, lying through his teeth.

The elf looked ecstatic before cracking away.

"Weird elves." Harry muttered beneath his breath.

*** Later

The Grangers left their house on time, and reached the station early, Harry and Hermione packed the previous night and were ready to leave on the day.

Harry decided to go through the barrier first, walking calmly at it and… bumping into solid rock.

A few people looked at him weirdly, Harry grinned ruefully, playing it off as clumsiness.

Hermione attempted to go through, more subtly, just edging up against the wall, also finding it solid.

Harry meanwhile started writing out a letter.

To Professor McGonagall,

The barrier at Kings Cross Station refuses to allow Hermione Granger or myself into the station to catch the train. Would it be possible for alternative arrangements to be made for us. I am staying over at Hermione's house which is located at insert address in muggle London,

Thanking you,

Harry Potter

He sent off the letter with Hedwig, telling her to deliver it quickly.

*** Hogwarts, about an hour later

McGonagall sighed.

What had Potter and Granger gotten into now?

*** Hermione's house

McGonagall apparated to outside Hermione's house, having been there before.

She rang the doorbell, it was opened by Harry and Hermione, dressed in casual muggle clothes.

"Mr. Potter, Miss Granger." McGonagall nodded, "I understand there is some problem with getting onto the platform?"

They nodded.

"Hold onto my arm, I shall take you to Kings Cross to examine the platform then portkey you to Hogwarts, god forbid if the platform is open." McGonagall threatened.

She cracked them over to the station.

She waved her wand over the barrier muttering several spells under her breath.

"There is elf magic imbued in this wall that is holding it together to deny people entry." She narrowed her eyes, " tell me honestly, did you order any of your house-elves to do this?"

Harry let his confusion show on his face, "I have house-elves?"

McGonagall's expression softened, "Ah, I forgot that Albus has not informed you about your inheritance and property."

McGonagall ran her wand over the wand again, dispelling the enchantment before handing Harry and Hermione a port-key.

"This will take you to the Gryffindor common room.

*** End of Chapter.