Disclaimer: The Harry Potter Universe belongs to J.K. Rowling, not me. This is all fanfiction.

NOTE: Welcome to this fanfiction. I'm still writing the RR even though I haven't updated it in many months, but I can't get motivated to right it, but this fanfiction has been flowing onto the page.

I should be updating regularly, as I've written up to the end of second year already, but I can't make promises as I don't know what my schedule will be like. Really, I'm still a beginner writing in my eyes, so bear with me as I grow into my writing style. I hope you'll give this fanfiction a go. Flames x

Also there might be some cursed child spoilers, seeing as the character has read the books, seen the films, and the play. I'll be using details from the films and books so not everything might be completely canon.

Chapter One

I stood at the edge of a platform with a bright red and black steam train in front of me. Great plumes of smoke were chugging out of the chimney. I understood that steam trains were classic, old-fashioned and people loved taking throwback trips on them, but they were really bad for air pollution.

That was when I noticed the groups of people and the loud voices behind me. The platform was packed with teenagers with their family and friends all wearing strange outfits, some pushing or pulling trunks along with owls in cages. There was an older girl with a black and white cat draped over one of her shoulders. Over at the far way, there was a hanging sign proclaiming it to be Platform Nine and Three Quarters. I must be at Warner Bros. Studio Tours during some sort of gathering or celebration. It was probably the anniversary of the first book or film coming out, or even the fandom getting together to celebrate the end of the second wizarding war. I had no idea what I was doing here or why I was having this random dream, but the train hooted, and dream-me hopped on the train through the open door in front of me.

It was actually rather spacious on the train, even though it didn't look it from the outside. Magic, I joked.

In my left hand, I was carrying a trunk. The name on the top said Deverill, which was just another oddity of the dreams. Things never made sense. And my name certainly wasn't Deverill.

I headed down the centre of the train, stopping and freezing at a sigh to my right. There was a small raven-haired boy sitting by himself in the compartment. He had a fringe covering his forehead, but on the seat next to him was a beautiful snowy owl in a silver cage.

Sliding open the door, I nodded to the seat opposite him, "Do you mind? Everywhere else if full" I said.

"Not at all" He replied, gesturing to the seat. I went in and sat down. "I'm Harry…Harry Potter" He said. I smirked, no kidding.

"I'm…Deverill" I replied, deciding to go along with my sub-conscious. According to my trunk, that was not a lie. "You know who you remind me of" I continued, "This guy – Daniel's his name. You look very similar. Do you know Daniel?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't really know anyone here. I lived with my…muggle relatives and I didn't know I was a wizard until a month ago"

I know.

"Oh really? That must have been awesome. Just think of all those wizards who are complete idiots about the muggle world! Once you know a bit more about magic you'll be the masters of both. No one will know what hits them when you introduce the pen to them!" I grinned, eagerly. Harry had never written with a pen at Hogwarts, because he didn't have any muggle money to buy his own. The Dursley's certainly weren't going to buy him stationary.

The door slid open again and a red-headed boy stood in the doorway looking between me and Harry awkwardly. Ron Weasley. He gestured to the seat next to me, "Do you mind? Everywhere else if full"

Harry frowned. Oops. I had stolen his line. "Not at all" Harry said again, still frowning slightly though he attempted to smile at the new occupant of the compartment. I shuffled up slightly to give him more room.

"Hey, Ron" The twins stood in the doorway, sounding like they had swallowed a helium balloon and it was slowly releasing into their lungs. I smiled with an open mouth at them. This was – hands down – the best dream ever. It was so real! "Listen we're going down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there"

"Right" mumbled Ron, glancing at Harry and then back at his brothers.

"Harry" One of the twins said, I thought it might have been George, but it was still to be decided. "Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later then"

"Bye" Ron and Harry replied as the compartment door slid shut behind them.

"Are you really Harry Potter" blurted Ron. I rolled my eyes and had to stop myself from snorting.

"Does it matter if he's Harry Potter or not?" I asked, "He's not a trophy for you to gape at and admire"

"Well yes, of course" Ron replied, looking rather flustered. "I just…never mind. But do you really have the…the scar" He leaned forward.

"Yeah" Harry nodded rather breathlessly, reaching for his forehead. He flicked his raven hair away and the lightning bolt shape stood out drastically on his pale forehead, which looked like it had never seen sunlight beneath that fringe.

"You know, interesting fact. That lightning shape is the rune for power. It's also the wand movement for the killing curse" I commented absently, wondering if I was going to wake up at some interesting point in the plot. Ron looked at me uneasily and I was startled to realise I shouldn't know this much about the unforgivable curse. They were acting as their characters, rather than dream weirdly where they should ignore me and carry on with the scene.

"Do you remember anything from that night" asked Ron, eagerly.

Harry shook his head and I blurted, "That's rather insensitive, isn't it? I'm sure he wouldn't want to remember or be forced to recollect the night his parents died"

"Right…of course" Ron muttered and the corner of my mouth twitched up slightly.

"Deverill" I started at being addressed by Harry, "Are all your family wizards, because you seem to know a lot about muggles"

Now that was interesting. In the books, Harry asked Ron whether his family were wizards. This was new territory.

"No" I made up, "I'm a half-blood. My Mum was a witch and my Dad was a muggle, so I got the best of both worlds growing up" That sounded oddly like Seamus Finnigan's family, but never mind. It was best this way. It explained perfectly why I could act like I'm from the Muggle world and not seem out of place. Plus, my Dad being a muggle would mean no one would attempt to recognise my surname. Unless they did recognise my surname and knew my parents – whoever the Deverill family was – and the lie I was telling fell apart. "The Weasley family is mostly purebloods, aren't they?" I commented, "What were your muggle relatives like, Harry?"

"Terrible" He replied, "Though not all muggles are like that" He added quickly to Ron. "I wish I had three wizarding brothers, like you. Do you have any siblings, Deverill?"

"None that I talk to" I answered breezily.

"You can have some of my brothers if you want Harry, I've got five, and a sister. Bill and Charlie have already left Hogwarts. Bill was head boy, Charlie was Quidditch captain, Percy's prefect. I have a lot to live up to. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get good grades and they're well popular. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal because they did it first. You never get anything knew either, with five older brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a fat grey rat which was asleep. Wormtail, I hissed accusingly in my mind.

"That's too bad" I answered stiffly, my eyes fixed on the sleeping form of Peter Pettigrew.

"His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl form my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff- I mean, I got scabbers instead" His ears tinged pink at the tips, he turned to stare out the window, but I was in the way, so he looked out the door instead.

"What's your owl called, Harry?" I asked.

"Hedwig" He replied.

"She's beautiful. Aren't you?" I leaned towards the cage, placing the edge of my finger up to the bars so she could nibble it. The snowly owl bit down a little too sharply and I winced from the pain. Only a little blood was drawn, but at least if I woke up now, I could say I got my finger nibbled by Harry Potter' owl. No one would believe me, and even if it wasn't real, it still happened. Again, it felt so real.

With a start, I realised I shouldn't be able to feel pain in a dream. Double-checking, I surreptitiously pinched myself. Definite pain.

Frowning, I looked out of the window. We'd moved out of London and were now surrounded by fields of cows and sheep. It was too detailed for a dream. My imagination couldn't get the fine points completely accurate. Dreams were hazy. You couldn't feel pain; you couldn't read (but I had read the name on the suitcase); you have extra fingers in dreams (and I had the normal five digits on each hand). Which meant I wasn't dreaming.

The compartment door slid open again, "Anything from the trolley, dears?" The Trolley Lady asked and I had a very vivid image of when I went to see Cursed Child and she revealed some remarkable new abilities.

Ron's ears went pink and he muttered something about having homemade sandwiches while Harry stood up and walked out of the carriage to have a look at some of the sweets for sale.

I stood up and followed him, temporary forgetting my dream problem. "Need some help choosing wizarding sweets?" I offered and he smiled at me warmly. "Alright, now, I would suggest getting a couple of chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. Liquorice wands are also a good shout if you like liquorice. Chocolate mice are pretty plain and simple. But if you really want to find out what you like and dislike, you should get something of everything. If you have the money, that is"

"I have plenty" He assured me, and bought a couple of each types of candy, plus extra of the chocolate frogs and every flavour beans, with a handful of golden galleons he pulled out of his pockets. I was expecting that, of course, but I was still awed by the shininess of them. "Help me carry them, will you?" He asked and we both bundled them in our arms.

Ron was watching with his mouth gaping open as we piled them next to Hedwig's cage and sat back down in our own sweets.

"Ron, Deverill" Harry grinned, "Want a pumpkin pasty?" He asked, holding up two packets.

I grinned. This was going to be brilliant. "Thanks, Harry, you're the best" I caught it as he chucked it over to me. And Ron did the same while blushing furiously. His lumpy sandwich package had rolled forgotten onto the seat next to him.

If this was real, I had somehow found myself almost twenty years in the past in a universe that didn't actually exist except in fiction. It was more likely that I was dreaming, hallucinating or delusional, but it felt real, so I was going to take what I was given and have fun while it lasted.

"These aren't real frogs, are they?" Harry asked, holding up the chocolate box and examining it with a frown.

"No" Ron spoke around a mouthful of pasty, "But see what the card is, I haven't got Agrippa"

"What?" Harry mouthed to me.

"They're not real frogs, it's just a charm. The boxes have cards inside them to collect. They're all famous witches and wizards, you know. Like football cards"

"What's football?" Ron asked and I sighed. Wizards really didn't know anything muggle.

"Ask Dean Thomas, I'm sure he'll happily explain to you"

"Who's Dean Thomas?" Ron frowned. I sighed and shook my head.

Harry unwrapped his chocolate frog, and ripped out the card. The chocolate forgotten as it made a leap for the window and started clambering to the open section at the top. I slammed a hand around it and hurriedly stuffed it in my mouth. I was pleased that when I took a bite, it turned back to solid, rather than squirming around inside my mouth.

"So this is Dumbledore" Harry said.

"Don't tell me you've never heard of Dumbledore" Ron exclaimed. I clapped him on the back and reached over to hand him his own chocolate frog box.

"Here" I supplied. "Fingers crossed you get Agrippa"

Harry had turned the card over and was reading the back. In a couple of weeks, he would have forgotten exactly what he had read. I shook my head.

"He's gone!" Harry gasped as he turned it back over, moving it to different angles as if Dumbledore was hiding in a corner somewhere.

I saw my chance. "Well you don't expect him to hang around all day!" Ron and I said in unison. I grinned as he turned to me in surprise.

"Jinx" I grinned.

"Jinx?" He frowned, "What?"

"Never mind, wizard" I smirked. "A Jinx is like a hex, but it's more of associated with darker forms of magic. Though not all the time. Hey, can I have a box of every flavour beans?"

Harry chucked me one, while staring at the chocolate frog card from another box.

"Any luck with getting Agrippa?" I asked, tearing open the packet.

"None. Look at this! I've already got six of Morgana and now I've got another! Do you collect them, Deverill? Harry, you should start a collection"

"No, I don't collect" I replied absently, frowning at a pale blue bean in between my fingers. "Soap!" I exclaimed happily as I chewed it.

"What?" Harry said.

"When they say every flavour, they mean every flavour. You can get bogey flavoured ones, grass, soap, earwax, butterscotch, and then of course the normal flavours as well. Here, try a pink one"

He chewed it for a second, scrunched his face up in disgust and shrunk back into his seat. I laughed and took another one. Chilli Powder, I guessed. I was strong. I flung upon the window and spat it out to the side of the tracks. Harry watched me and within a blink he was next to me doing the same.

"I have a horrid suspicion" He gasped, "That it was earthworm flavour"

Ron roared with laughter, spitting out half a chewed up liquorice wand.

"Uh…uh" A boy was standing in the doorway looking incredibly terrified at the scene. He stepped back and shut the door without saying anything more. Oops. My bad.

"Honestly, Neville" A girl with bushy hair was saying as she opened the door again. "It's fine. Look, has anyone seen a toad, Neville here has lost one" She said in her bossy voice.

"We haven't seen him" Ron replied.

Harry glanced at Neville sniffling behind the girl, "I'm sure he'll turn up" He offered.

"Yeah, toads are well smart. Wizards need to give them more credit. He'll probably make his own way to the school and meet you there. I bet you'll have him back by the end of the evening" I smiled.

"Uh, yeah, I guess" Neville sniffed, not seeming that convinced. I sighed and rolled my eyes when he couldn't see.

"See you at the sorting" I said.

"You have dirt on your nose, did you know?" Hermione said as she left. Ron rubbed the wrong side of his nose.

"The sorting? What sorting?" Harry asked, the panic showing in his eyes.

"Yeah. Fred and George told me that we have to do a test or something. Fight a bear or maybe a manticore"

I laughed, "They won't have you fighting a manticore. Really? A first year? That would be as dangerous, or even more dangerous that sending three first years against a mountain troll!" I bit my lip to stop myself from smirking, "No, all they do it put this sentient hat – the sorting hat – on your head. It was charmed by the Founders to do the sorting and it tells you what house you'd be best in"

"What houses are your brothers in?" Harry asked Ron.

"Gryffindor. I bet I'll be placed in Slytherin" He muttered in distaste. That hat will do it just to spite me against my entire family.

I tutted, "Usual obnoxious Gryffindor" I told him, turning to Harry, "They always think they're better than all the other houses. Dumbledore's Gryffindor Golden Boys, is what the other houses call them behind their backs, it's not a compliment. "The truth is, Gryffindor members have flaws just like the other houses. Though their flaw is the most dangerous, is that they rush head first into any danger, without a proper thought out plan"

"We're better than Slytherins though" Ron retorted.

"Why exactly, Ronald?" I snapped, "That's so prejudice, thinking that one person is worse than all the others just because they're a little more resourceful that others. A little more ambitious and determined. They have a bad reputation because they're more cunning than the others. But that makes them good at planning, and finding loopholes in the rules so they can do something that needs to be done while staying out of trouble"

"Yeah, well my cousin said there's not a wizard who's gone bad that hasn't been in Slytherin" said Ron.

I rolled my eyes. "Seriously, Ron. For starters, Grindlewald didn't even attend Hogwarts, he went to Durmstrang and still 'went bad' as you put it. Sirius Black" I winced, "The wizard who betrayed your parents to Voldemort was in Gryffindor. Yes, he was a Gryffindor Golden Boy. And did you know, Merlin – like the greatest sorcerer of all times – was in Slytherin. Why do you think his colours are green?"

"You said you-know-who's name" Ron muttered, looking like Voldemort was going to appear outside the window at that very moment.

"Fear in the name only increases fear of the person itself" I repeated. "Except in a couple of years, then you should stop saying the name – but that's when you're no longer afraid of him. For as long as you're afraid, you should keep saying the name. So Harry, what house do you think you'll be in?"

"What are the other two houses?" He asked timidly, looking back and forth between me and Ron. For now, we had finished our argument.

"Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff" I supplied. "Ravenclaw are known for being intelligent and creative. They're house colour is blue and their house animal is an eagle. They're head of house is Professor Flitwick, teacher of Charms. Hufflepuff – house colour yellow and animal badger – are known for loyalty, kindness, honesty and friendship. And Ron, I didn't mean to start on you about houses, but house prejudice just annoys me"

"That's okay" Ron replied, a little less stiffly.

"So what do you think, Harry?"

"Hufflepuff sounds nice. I'm not sure about yellow, though. That colour doesn't really suit me. Badgers are kind of cute though"

Ron wrinkled his nose.

"Imagine having red though. It's so bright. Every time you walk into the common room, it will be like getting blasted with a furnace!" I cast my eyes sideways to Ron, knowing that at the end of the first book, his room was covered in red, and it was likely to be like that now. "Blue and green are quite nice colours, quite simple even. They're easy to live with for the next seven years"

The opening door surprised me again and I saw Draco Malfoy standing there with Crabbe and Goyle standing behind him on either side.

"Is it true?" He started.

No, I thought. Not this time.

I summoned the most mocking laughter I could and he turned to face me. "Look at him, marching in here, refusing to introduce himself and demanding a deep philosophical question. Then again, he doesn't really need to introduce himself. Albino blonde hair, covered in too much hair gel. Looks like a snow cone – which if you didn't know is a muggle treat. Acts like he's better than everyone else and backed up by two goons who look like they were dropped on their heads and children – no offence you too. I don't know who you are, I'm just trying to dig at Malfoy" I lied to the boys behind him. "Sorry, Harry, Ron, I'm not usually this rude, but you see, my uncle fought in the wizarding war against Voldemort. He was put under the cruciatus curse by Lucius Malfoy – his father – and he got out of Azkaban by claiming to be under the Imperius curse, which in my opinion is about as likely as Merlin going around wearing tight-fitting, bright pink underpants with little red hearts" I breathed. Draco Malfoy was one of my favourite characters in the books, and I really did hate to go off on him like this, but he needed some sense knocked into him. As did Harry, but I would get to that bit later.

Draco Malfoy opened his mouth at me, closed it again and squared up to me. "And who, may I ask, are you?"

"I'm Gladys Grindlewald" I said with fake sincerity, "You know, Gellert Grindlewald's great granddaughter" The look on his face though.

After he left the compartment taking Crabbe and Goyle with him, I burst out laughing, sliding against Ron's shoulder. I could feel his body convulsing with laughter as well, but Harry was looking at us with an odd expression.

"Draco Malfoy's a bully who would have come in here and started mocking us all" I told him, "I'm not really Grindlewald's relative though, don't worry. And I do feel a little bad for what I said to him" I sobered up, taking another bean from the packet and chewing it thoughtfully.

"Vomit flavour" I commented, "I suppose I might deserve that. Though, Ron, don't you think how I went off on Draco was a bit of a Gryffindor thing to do. I might end up with you there, after all"

"Anyway, you should really change into your school robes. We'll probably get there soon. I'll wait in the corridor while you change, seeing as I'm already in uniform…apparently"

NOTE: Alright, this chapter was originally 8000+ words, but I've split it in two, so it's now 3600 approximately. The next chapter will be posted soon. I would love it if you'd review and let me know what you think.

I know Deverill is a little odd and all, but my theory is, if a Potter fan randomly found themselves in the Universe then they'd probably be a little confused but make the most of it. She thinks it's probably a dream, which is why she's so confident as it's not real so it doesn't matter if she's ridiculed.