27 First encounter

Taking his wand and lightly tapping the 'feather-light' and 'shrinking' runes dissimulate each in a tree trunk on the forest landscape created on the lid. His trunk shrinks to the size of a matchstick box easily hold in the palm of one hand. Taking and slipping it in his hoodie front pocket he was ready to go. Nodding at Bilby was holing his hand, the three of them vanish in soft pop, reappearing in the apparition point of the station platform.

It was a curious sight for the early wizard when a house-elf pop alongside a young boy. Of this it's wasn't strange, but the fact that a wizard child was poping full muggle along with an elf was. All of the old families around cast a disapproving glance seeing that the young show no respect for wizard culture. It was evident that he was from an old family at the sight of the elf but the fact that he was coming in light grey hoodies with is crafted pirate flag print on the front, jean, and high heavy black boot scream muggle to them.

But how much they were disapproving, they couldn't complain, why? Because none of them have the memory of a family of redhead other than the Weasley's. All know that while they are poor, they don't come around dressed like muggles. When one of the elders finally gathers the courage, he made his way in the silent platform.

"Son, it's not proper etiquette to show dressed like those muggle." Say him in a disapproving manner after seeing that the young didn't say anything.

Hearing him, all so scorn appearing on the boy face, who somewhat was able to look down on the tallest man. Taking his best young master's voice, he said.

"Do you know who my father his?" Hearing the clear disdain and fearless attitude of the boy, the man starts to sweat, thinking that he had bitten more than he can chew.

"hm... no, yes... I don't know?" He stares confused as it's starting to blabbering, shrinking on itself while taking shift glance on each side searching for his savor, but none was willing to intercede.

"Hmpf, me neither." With an impassible face, he made his way past the stunned crow before being unable to keep it and start chuckling who rapidly change into a loud laugher. The now red-faced man briskly walk to the apparition point before vanishing with the little dignity he could keep.

'Now I know way Malfoy do it it's hilarious.'

-I didn't think you would pull something like that.-

Like this, the first impression that Alex made on the wizarding world was a mixed one, as no one was sure to what made of the strange redhead, sporting a barely visible sleeping young white cat in his hood, hidden by his thick mane.

Taking place in one of the numerous empty wagon compartment. Resizing his trunk the time to fetch a couple of his yearbook courses, he starts reading to pass the next two hours before the departure of the train. Everything was calm and he was able to breeze through a good of the first five chapters of every book while the crow outside was slowly increasing. On the twenty minutes mark before the train departure, a commotion suddenly rises. Disgruntled by the sudden noise, he bore is gaze to the side, looking by the window and grunt when he sees the origin of it.

'Of course, it would be them.'

On the pilar linking the muggle and wizard platform, a group formed of three Aurors in uniform, surrounding two adults and a child. When he so the child he needs a double-take at his appearance.

'Wasn't it say that wizard can't be obese, keeping them in shape with magic or something?'

-...- Even CS was speechless for a moment. -I only hope that none of them truly count on him to save them, he seems that he would kick the bucket at every step, he already sweating like a pig.-

While the Potter was already assaulted by reporter and photograph, Alex immediately lost interest and return to his book, only for being interrupted once again, this time by a soft know on his compartment door.

"Come in."

Hearing him, the person on the other side the door slowly before munching anxiously on her lower lips before speaking. When he sees her, he could tell that she was muggle-born, had red eyes, and was fidgeting, as if hesitating to say was she wanted to ask. Unwilling to extend his suffering, he spoke.

"Let me guess, older students with green trimmed robes ?" Startled by his guess before shyly nodding her head, unwilling to speak, he sighs before waving his hand at her, inviting her to sit with him. Without losing a second, she tries to quickly bring her heavy trunk in. Seeing her struggling, he closes his book and raise, gently prying her hand off, not minding her slight blushing face, he easily carry and put it on the opposite seat.

Once done, he closes the door again before taking Skadi of his hood and plop her on the girl's lap, earning a confused gaze in return.

"Do you know the term 'animal therapy'?" With those words only she understands what he was attempting and slowly passes her hand on a rapidly purring Skadi, earning a soft smile for the girl in front of him. A comfortable silence falls in the compartment as he returns to his book and the girl tirelessly continues her ministration. The twenty minutes before the depart were soon of and the train whistle blow before the engine slowly made the wheel start to drag the scarlet contraption out of the platform, inside the city proper and start building on speed.

Alas, all good things must come to end as the door was abruptly open without any care. In the frame of the now open door stood a short rotund boy with messy brown hair and eyes, glasses nearly incrusted in the fat of his face, and dress in robes that were, while of good quality, unable to hide his shortcomings. Behind him stood a slightly chubby boy a good half-head taller with blond hair and clouded blue eyes. The last of the group was a lanky carrot head has tall as the blond boy. While the first has a mix of smug and disdainful expression on his face, the blond has a smirk, and the last look dumbly at them.

'Geat, the Potter boy is the typical 'young master' type, Longbottom his an asshole, and Weasley' a minion.'

-I must say I didn't see it came that way.-

'Me neither bro, me neither.'

Not wanting to deal with a bunch of brats he rudely asks, stoping the boy who had started to open his mouth.

"What do you want, didn't your parents have tough your good manners?" The smug face vanishes to leave a winning one.

'Great now I only need... You know what, fuck I won't invoke murphy's in this.'

"Do you know who I am?" The shrilly voice was already grating his nerve and sensible hear.

"Yes I do, your a whiny little shit that fart higher than his ass, now what do you what, I don't have all the day." While the girl with him gasps at his language, the boy turns red, his short temper already showing.

"You must be a muggle-born to not know who I am, the Boy-Who-Lived!" His red face rapidly changing again for a smug face. If he was waiting for any particular reaction, he was sorely disappointed when he saw the bored face of Alex.

"So, I am also a boy and I also lived until now and you don't see me sowing my face at other, disturbing them." After an in a resonant display of color-changing that would shame a chameleon, the boy finally explode.

"I'm the Boy-Who-Lived, the Heir Potter, I demand respect, your commoner!"

Now starting to be pissed off, Alex nimbly raises and with a quick step was facing them. Before a single one of them could understand what happens, blood erupts of their noses when his heavy boot made hard contact with their face, throwing them out of the compartment whose door softly click behind him as he made his way to his seat, under the completely flabbergasted girl looking at him with round eyes.

"What? he startled Skadi." Say Alex pointing at the kitten that was now awake, looking warily at the closed door, calming a little the girl.

"While it may have been a little excessive, I don't like kids like him. Whatever, I think I should have done it faster but allow me to present myself, I am Alexender Evans, you can call me Alex."

Smiling hesitantly at him, she responds in kind.

"He... Hello, I... I am Hermione Granger." For all in infinite wisdom, a single word echo through his mind.

'Fuck' In the background, one could hear the hysterical laugher of CS.