Jason stood at King's Cross Station, his sharp eyes fixed on the majestic steam train before him. The engine hissed as plumes of white steam curled into the air, the train's polished exterior gleaming under the morning sun.
"Ah, the Jacobite Steam Train," Jason murmured to himself. "A thing of beauty—3,400 horsepower of pure engineering brilliance."
Beside him, a wizard in plain black robes shifted slightly. Simon, an MI6 operative assigned to assist him, glanced at Jason with a wry smile.
"You sure you've got this, lad?" Simon asked.
Jason smirked, adjusting his luggage with ease. "I'll be fine from here. Hogwarts Express or not, it's still just a train. And if anyone decides to bully me, don't worry—I'll deal with it myself."
Simon chuckled, patting Jason on the shoulder. "Take care, Jason. If anything comes up, you know where to find me." With that, Simon tipped his hat and vanished into the bustling crowd, leaving Jason alone with his thoughts.
Jason adjusted his robes, scanning the platform crowded with witches, wizards, and curious parents. Being the adopted grandson of M had its perks. After all, how many Hogwarts-bound students had an MI6 wizard chauffeur for shopping trips and school drop-offs?
He mused as he observed the scene. This world is exactly as I read in books—and yet, not. Magical Britain has quirks the stories didn't mention. For one, the muggle government actively hired muggleborn wizards who found no place in wizarding society. Pureblood elitism saw to that. Denied opportunities and ostracized, many muggleborns had turned to MI6, carving a niche as invaluable assets.
Jason smirked at the thought. Now, now, dear reader, don't jump to conclusions. This doesn't mean MI6 will one day control the magical government. That's absurd. Remember, muggleborn magicals are rare—how rare? Don't ask me. They don't exactly do data analytics here.
Jason climbed aboard the train, his thoughts buzzing with plans for the coming year. He found an empty compartment, settled in, and pulled out a notebook labeled Hogwarts Master Plan. Flipping to a fresh page, he began outlining his goals.
Plan for First Year:
Befriend Harry Potter
Pro: Gaining fame by association. Everyone notices Harry's friends, and being in his inner circle offers influence.
Con: Constantly dodging life-threatening situations. Dumbledore breathing down your neck. Slytherin house plotting your demise. Honestly, it's a logistical nightmare.
Interfere in Canon in 1st year
Pro: None other than deeper friendship with harry .
Con: Dumbledore watches harry first-year like a hawk with a magnifying glass. Interfering in his timeline could throw me into a web of schemes I'm not prepared for. Timing is key, and first year is not the time.
Focus on Magical Progress
Pro: Gaining strength and knowledge. A must for survival.
Con: Where the hell is my gacha system? Gojo, you maniac, you didn't forget, did you? Please, don't let this be another one of your jokes.
Jason sighed, closing the notebook. "The plan is clear," he muttered. "Focus on growth. Avoid unnecessary risks. Meet Harry, but stay out of trouble—for now."
Meeting the Boy Who Lived
As the train whistle blew, Jason grabbed his luggage and stepped into the narrow corridor, making his way toward the student compartments. A mix of excitement and apprehension bubbled within him.
"Now," he whispered to himself, "let's meet the boy who lived and see where this adventure takes us."
With that, he slid open a compartment door and harry is not there .
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Sliding open the door to the compartment where Harry sat alone, Jason put on his best casual expression. "Hey, mind if I join you? Everywhere else is packed."
Harry looked up from the window, startled for a moment before nodding. "Oh, sure. Go ahead."
"Thanks," Jason said, heaving his trunk onto the rack and settling into the seat across from Harry. He glanced out the window, letting a comfortable silence linger before speaking again. "First time?"
Harry blinked. "What?"
Jason gestured at the train. "Hogwarts. First year?"
"Oh, yeah," Harry replied, his voice uncertain but polite. "You?"
"Same here," Jason said with a grin. "Name's Jason, by the way."
"I'm Harry," the boy said, offering a small smile.
"Nice to meet you, Harry." Jason leaned back, feigning ignorance as he continued, "This place is incredible, isn't it? I didn't even know magic existed until a few months ago."
Harry's face brightened a little. "Same here. It's all so… new."
Jason tilted his head, studying Harry with genuine curiosity. "Really? You don't sound like the other wizarding kids I've met. Most of them act like they've been casting spells since they could crawl."
Harry hesitated, then shrugged. "I grew up with muggles. My aunt and uncle, actually. They're not... big fans of magic."
Jason frowned. "That must've been rough."
Harry looked down, his voice quiet. "Yeah. It was."
Before Jason could reply, the compartment door slid open, revealing a red-haired boy dragging a worn trunk and clutching a rat in one hand.
"Mind if I sit here? Everywhere else is full," the boy said, slightly out of breath.
Jason exchanged a glance with Harry, then nodded. "Sure, why not?"
"Thanks," the boy said, shoving his trunk into a corner before plopping down next to Jason. "I'm Ron. Ron Weasley."
"Jason," Jason said, extending a hand.
"Harry," Harry added with a nod.
Ron's eyes widened as he looked at Harry more closely. "Wait a second—you're Harry Potter, aren't you?"
Harry flushed, fidgeting. "Um, yeah, I guess I am."
"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed, staring at him like he was a celebrity. "I mean, I've heard about you, of course. Everyone has. "
Jason cut in with a laugh. "Easy there, mate. You'll scare him off before the anything even starts."
Ron grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. It's just... you're Harry Potter."
Harry offered a small smile, clearly unsure how to respond. Jason leaned forward, changing the subject. "So, Ron, first year as well?"
"Yeah," Ron said, relaxing a little. "Got five older brothers who've all been to Hogwarts already. It's a bit of pressure, you know? Living up to them."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like it. What about your family? Big wizarding household?"
"Oh, yeah," Ron said proudly. "All wizards and Gryffindor . Been that way for generations."
As the three settled into conversation, the door slid open again. This time, a bushy-haired girl stood there, looking frazzled.
"Excuse me," she said briskly. "Have any of you seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one."
Jason leaned back, considering her. "Can't say I've seen it, but why don't you ask one of the older students? Maybe they know a spell that could help you find it."
The girl's face lit up. "Oh! That's a great idea. Thank you!" She paused, looking at the trio. "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way."
"Jason," Jason said with a polite nod.
"Harry," Harry added.
"Ron," Ron said.
"Well, nice to meet you all," Hermione said quickly before darting off down the corridor.
As the door closed behind her, Ron let out a laugh. "She's… something, isn't she?"
Jason smirked. "She's got energy, I'll give her that."
Harry chuckled softly, and Jason took the opportunity to steer the conversation back to Harry. "So, Harry, have you read much about Hogwarts? I mean, being new to all this and everything."
Harry shook his head. "Not really. Hagrid told me a bit, but I don't know much."
"Well," Jason said, leaning in conspiratorially, "you've got the best learning tool right here—your fellow students. Stick with us, and you'll have this place figured out in no time."
Ron nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, we'll help you out. There's loads to learn—houses, classes, teachers. It can be a bit much , but you'll get the hang of it , i hope."
Harry smiled, a little more relaxed now. "Thanks. I think I'll need it."
Jason grinned. "No worries, mate. That's what friends are for."
The Hogwarts Express continued its journey, the lush countryside rolling past the windows. Inside their compartment, the boys chatted about everything from Quidditch to favorite foods to the prospect of magic lessons mostly ron .
As the train neared its destination, Jason leaned back, satisfied. The pieces were in place, and the journey was only just beginning.