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Harry Potter stood with his trunk in the living room. His parents had left early to get breakfast with his brother, Godric. Harry snorted and threw a handful of Floo powder into the fireplace.

"King's Cross Station."

He stepped out of the fireplace in front of the red train and quickly found a seat. An hour later, the Potters strolled in, giving the redhead hugs and kisses before Godric finally got on the train just before it took off.

Harry snorted again and returned to his book, annoyed by his glasses. Pulling out his wand, he carefully copied the instructions he had read. In just two seconds, he fixed his eyesight problem, leaving him to wonder why no one had bothered to do it for him before—or for his precious brother, for that matter.

The eleven-year-old tossed his glasses out of the window. Then he pulled out his Transfiguration book, his real pet project.

No one came into his compartment, which suited him just fine; he was used to being left alone. Getting up to the castle was an annoying affair. It seemed his father had been telling Godric stories again, because his brother was rocking the boat just like James had done on his first day.

Harry sat with some quietly annoyed people, one of whom was a haughty blond that could only be a Malfoy. Harry was admittedly just as annoyed with his twin as his boatmates were.

The Sorting Ceremony bored Harry. He was used to being dumped at Hogwarts for free babysitting while his family went on holiday. He usually spent that time with his godfather, Severus.

When Harry's name was called, the Sorting Hat launched into a rant about the houses, but Harry cut it off. He told the hat bluntly: either Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

When Ravenclaw was announced, he walked gracefully to his seat and quietly introduced himself to his housemates. He was in the middle of a polite conversation when his brother's name was called. Suddenly, everyone wanted to watch. Naturally, Dumbledore saved Godric for last.

Harry merely pulled out his book and resumed reading the chapter he had left off at.

When the food arrived, Harry happily ate, having skipped buying anything on the train. He knew he would have to move out the moment he finished school—if his parents even waited that long. He had his vault and was transferring everything he could from his trust vault into it every month. Soon, the trust vault would be empty. When it was, a preset amount would automatically transfer into his trust account, and Harry would take that too.

He was glad he had James's old trust vault instead of a new one like Godric, especially since James had forgotten just how generous his parents had been with it.

Harry also calculated what part-time jobs he could take. Perhaps his godfather would consider him for an apprenticeship.