The parseltongue Uchiha: Book 1

Hogwarts

Hundreds of miles away, a loud crash and a loud and unfamiliar string of cusses interrupted the busy buzz of chatter platform of nine and three quarters as the young genin appeared, in a rather strange and more undignified manner than any self respecting shinobi would wish to be in. Thankfully, he had managed to avoid crashing into any dustbins this time, but landing on your trunk and having a bird cage almost land on your head was not something Harry cared to repeat any time soon.

Having run out of insults at stupid Portkeys (the now ordinary steel ring was promptly discarded, after several minutes of contemplating setting the thing on fire first.) Harry turned to look at where he had ended up this time. He wasn't sure whether to let his jaw drop or to wince at what he saw.

A bright crimson steam engine billowing smoke from its black funnel stood, waiting proudly at the edge of the platform. Overhead, a large sign bearing fancy lettering proclaimed Hogwarts express, 11 O'clock. Men, women, children of all ages – most of who wearing the same uniform as the one Harry had storied away in his trunk - were standing around the platform itself chatting, some even leaning out of the windows of the train to say goodbye to someone or other. Owls hooted in a disgruntled manner from birdcages that were similar to Manji's all over the place and Harry spotted more than one cat mewing as they wound around their owner's legs. Over the sea of heads, Harry could see a wrought iron archway bearing the words Platform nine and three-Quarters standing over a solid-looking brick wall of all things, except that even more people were entering through there. Another magical genjutsu, if he had to hazard a guess. Still, Harry couldn't help but shake his head and sigh to himself.

Civilians never learn, do they? He couldn't help but sigh. So many people crowded into a place like this? It's a potential death trap. The Shinobi back home'd have a field day over this.

He paused for a moment or two to observe the different groups as they bid farewell to each other. Older brothers or sisters were cuddling their much younger siblings for the last time before they were to leave for school. Older children bashfully trying to duck out of getting kissed by mothers, or having them absently straighten up their clothes… Harry jerked his head away, closing his eyes for a moment as he pushed back the twinge of…something, and tossed his head to one side with a glare.

Danm - I hate crowds, he grumbled. I hope this Hogwarts place'll be big enough, otherwise I might just go insane from claustrophobia!

Snorting to himself, Harry, unable to spot any free carts around and getting fed up of being jostled around, tugged his trunk towards the train, wincing at the awful scraping sound it made across the platform. He was really glad for all the Taijutsu training he had got at the academy; otherwise he was sure he would have been in no little trouble. Especially since the lack of air in his lungs from tugging the thing would most likely have knocked him out by now otherwise if nothing else. You would never have thought it, but despite his rather aerodynamic frame, Harry was also surprisingly (and rather fortunately in this case) strong. Sure, he was no heavyweight or anything, nor insanely strong as some ninjas got, but he was no weakling either.

Still, it was just his luck that all the compartments towards the font of the train were full. Grumbling under his breath about stupid Murphy's law and its obsession with him (I mean, its not like there's no-one else to annoy round here!) Harry dragged his trunk to the last compartment of the train and, seeing it was empty, dropped his trunk to the ground with a loud thump.

"Finally!" Harry sighed. Unfortunately for him, there was still the rather large gap between the platform and the doorway. "Danm," He groaned, but a movement to one side caused him to half turn and blink when he thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. There stood two stock boys with red hair, freckles and looked as if someone had placed a mirror between them, because they looked like exact clones of each other. He was half convinced that they might just be that, if it wasn't for the different Chakra signatures he picked up.