*Discontinued* No Longer

Express Intellect

**Harry Potter

This was it. He would finally be going to school. Harry was completely prepared, his limitless library trunk had been altered to be a limitless trunk that also had separate rooms inside of it, specifically rooms that he could practice magic in undetected and leave all his favorite objects in. He could, of course, also let his familiars live in there, seeing as how he'd altered the insides of the trunk to remain fixed and circulating air even when the trunk was shrunken down to the size of a matchbox.

For appearance's sake, he also had a perfectly ordinary looking trunk that exclusively contained his school materials. He checked the glamours he'd placed over his tattoo shaped familiars and three ordinary snakes, ensuring they were entirely disguised, before walking through the gateway between platforms nine and ten.

Looking around, he stared at the paved part of the station, which was really just a big concrete rectangle with some benches and tables under a weather charm that would keep rain, snow, sleet, wind, etc. from disturbing those on the paved section. The train was already there, and about a dozen families saying their goodbyes, but it appeared most wizarding families came more precisely on time. (Harry was fifteen minutes early)

He casually boarded the train, not having anyone to say goodbye to, and, making use of his taken memories, found himself a spot in the deserted compartment generally considered to be the Slytherin's domain. From what he'd observed, all the earlier-arriving families had been muggle, so it made sense for this section to be completely vacant. A weak charm had been placed to dissuade those who were not of Slytherin house or wished to join it from choosing one of the compartments, but Harry found it easy to brush aside. After all, he had a reason he wished to sit there.

Harry wanted to sit with Draco, his little kit, because even though he(as Era) and Lucius were officially courting now, they'd only managed to fit in one date and a few letters in since their first meeting. Definitely not enough time to meet Draco according to his mate. He really did want to see the boy after not being in contact with him since Madam Malkins, it was like an itch over his bond.

Tucking his knees up to his chest, he promptly buried his nose in a book that was glamoured to look like the first year's potions textbook but was actually on the relative uses of inert plants' in mastery level potions and how cutting them changed their efficacy and chemical states. He'd gotten rather better at brewing over the course of the last month, as he did not need sleep and could safely section off a time of day to pretend he was, but in actuality just giving himself brew time.

There were a lot of explosions, failures, loss of limbs, terrible side affects, and pain involved, as trying to do potions with no previous practical experience or instruction was on par with shooting yourself in the arm repeatedly with a gun. Basically, not smart. All damages he'd managed to heal though, even though a few he'd had to bear for almost a day when he needed to find a book on healing magic and the physiology of a wizard, which while close to muggles, had a few important differences.

The hazardous experiments had all been relegated to his limitless trunk, where he had a state of the art potions lab setup. It seemed he also had a natural affinity for potions though, or at least, had read so much on all the different reactions between ingredients that he'd made up for it. Now, only when trying things he'd made up in experimenting did he have accidents.

Harry was confident in brewing any potion up to NEWT level, so long as he had a basic set of instructions (though he tended to alter the potions where he saw fit, as he saw a lot of ways to improve after so much study dedicated to the potions work). On mastery level potions, he was still a little shaky. He'd only tried three so far, and they'd all been health related potions he wanted to learn to brew himself. None had turned out perfectly, and he was determined to fix that.