Eccentric Wizard Chapter 3: Platform 9¾ (Patreon)

Beta read by Shigiya and DOOMRAIDER.

More will be added later on, I feel like this chapter was a bit too short

Edit 1: More content added.

Edit 2: Beta read and added a few detail
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-Malfoy Manor-

-Lucius PoV-

He was a strange one, an anomaly he never dealt with, a riddle he couldn't solve no matter how hard he tried. The idea of putting together a puzzle only for him to never find that last piece was the only comparison he could make.

Truly, his son—Jarius—was unlike any child he had ever seen.

The moment he was born, Lucius could see he was different from his brother Draco. The latter who cried just any babies was met with silence from his brother. The small baby he held in his hands looked at him with both innocent curiosity and wonder twinkling in those grey eyes which came from himself.

He was a genius.

Learning to read before the age of two and speaking without even having his teeths grown yet. He gained a keen interest in magic as well, having once stolen his mother's wand when she wasn't looking. Even though such conduct wasn't suited for a member of the Malfoy family; Lucius couldn't help but grow curious with his son's development.

These abnormalities kept getting increasingly noticeable the more he aged. Always so joyful and mischievous, he never feared him like his less impressive brother. Not once has he broken eye contact with him, not once did he waiver or back away. Even when Lucius scolded the boy or punished him for his vulgar language and juvenile behavior; he never stopped smiling.

While Draco would cry and whimper, his brother would comfort him away from view. Lucius always kept a close eye on them, and Jarius kept surprising him at every turn.

On the few occasions he did cry or scream, the boy would perform Intentional wandless magic. Some magical children exhibited mild degrees of control over their magic and were able to use it with intent, but not to cast specific spells. The ability to perform specific spells without a wand was an advanced ability that even some adult wizards and witches found difficult.

Unfortunately, these instances of magic were rather… specific.

Everytime he or Narcissa would drink a cup of tea, the cup would spontaneously break and ruin their clothes. These continued to happen anytime Jarius was in the room, even guests were not spared from his theatrics. He would laugh every time one of them got sullied.

A joker he was at a young age.

This also showed Lucius that his son had some degree of control over his powers. Which was both elating and worrisome. He knew the wizarding world was extremely wary over such cases when there were rumors about his Lord being of similar prowess before the age of eleven.

The persecution of those different is very much the same in the wizard world as it is in the muggle world. This was a reluctant fact that he acknowledged, even if it paind him to associate anything to muggles that resembled the same instead of inferior.

At the age of seven, Jarius would regularly continue to 'accidentally' break objects all around the house whenever he was bored.

He surpassed his older brother in every way, shape or form.

Even if Draco was born the first, it was his brother who acted as the eldest. He had the most talent, intelligence and will to be considered the next heir of the Malfoys.

But with every good thing, there comes a disadvantage. And dear Merlin, did his son have many of those…

A point which both him and Narcissa disapproved of with the boy was his fascination with the Muggle world. From asking for paper money instead of accepting the coins he has, to decorating his room with various wares like a TV, posters of drawn characters his son called 'anime' and even a computer.

The day Lucius discovered these objects inside his room, the man nearly brought out his wand to curse his own son! Granted he could never bring himself to attack any of his own sons, but what Jarius did was an absolute mockery of their wizarding heritage!

Yet he couldn't refute the young man as he always performed exceptionally in his home studies, to the point of having some of the teachers he hired not even having anything left to teach the boy.

Narcissa claimed that it must be a phase which the boy will grow out of once he attends Hogwarts or if he starts mingling with his fellow former Death Eaters' children.

They couldn't have been more wrong.

The day the Goyle and Crabbe family came for a visit with their kids; Vincent and Gregory. The pair decided to get to know his oldest son, Draco first. They got along quite well, their parents must have talked them into getting close to my sons. An understandable reasoning, a leader always needs a few followers after all.

But then everything descended into chaos when Jarius entered the room.

Never had Lucius seen him with such soulless eyes and hidden fury into such young eyes. Before he could even ask what was wrong, his son, right in front of everyone in the room...

…punched Vincent Crabbe in the face, breaking the latter's nose.

Even Gregory wasn't spared from his fury, as with a display of impressive physical prowess, he incapacitated the child with a single kick between the legs. A move that made every men in the room extremely uncomfortable and a heinous move in their eyes.

It was a truly chaotic day.

The parents didn't dare complain, but this act was no better than a slap to his face. For a member of the household to conduct in such a barbaric fashion was an embarrassment! He tried to talk at first, to demand an explanation for his earlier actions. But Jarius merely stated that he didn't like those two 'boot lickers' and wanted to send a message.

Even after years of trying to discipline his son, he still was fruitless with his effort. Jarius may become an exceptional wizard in the future, but his character needed a lot of work. But then again, he was going to be sent to Hogwarts soon… At that point he'll become Dumbledore's problem and not his.

"Hey pops! We got ourselves some cool wands!"

Sigh

He needed some peace for once.

Even working for his lord wasn't so stressful. No one had prepared him for the mental stress and hassle that came along from being a parent—though Lucius didn't regret it.

{Break}

(1st September 1991)

-Platform 9¾-

My last months with my parents were bittersweet. True, Lucius was now happier with his sons who would be soon attending Hogwarts, but our mom—Narcissa—was the exact opposite. True, she had her pride as a pure blood and hoped for us to achieve great things, but it still pained her to see us go.

I understood where Draco got his arrogant attitude in the movies. He was heavily spoiled rotten by the mother and father, the same was happening with us.

Still, I did take the time to study some of the first year subjects. Potion making was the hardest of course and defense against the dark arts was a lost cause to begin with. Just like in the movies, we would never truly learn anything of use from that class. It was cursed and was attended by a paralytic Voldemort stuck to the head of the turban teacher who I forget the name of.

Did I have a plan for my first year? I did.

First, I needed to locate the main protagonist of this world, Mr. Harry Potter and his gang. I didn't want to become the fourth member, I promised to live my life to the fullest so I couldn't be chained to them.

They could count as a barrier against the villains of the story. Wherever they were, trouble would arise at any moment. There was the troll, the noseless freak, a three headed dog and this whole sorcerer's stone situation.

I was curious about what it could do. I won't lie that I had plans to steal it for myself, but with Dumbledore on the lookout; that's gonna be a major challenge. That headmaster could easily become my ally in this whole fiasco, but if I'm not careful, he might become a hurdle as well.

Draco was fine, he did well in the first movie. Now that Crabbe and Goyle weren't around to ruin his character, he might just end up being a normal Slytherin student. Sure he might get in trouble with the whole mudblood thing in the future… but he won't die. The boy needed to learn from his mistakes on his own as well. I'll protect him when the needs come, though aside that, he's on his own. I couldn't bring myself to be like our parents—who enabled Draco—and the right balance between helping and enabling was needed for Draco not to end up like his movie counterpart.


Speaking of houses, there was a fifty-fifty percent chance that I would get chosen for either the Gryffindor house or Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw was impossible since I studied out of necessity for my future adventures instead of enjoying the act of learning itself. I wasn't a genius, merely an adult in the body of a child which gave me the mental capacity to learn subjects easier when they were meant for kids.

Slytherin on the other hand…

'I am a Malfoy, so the hat might immediately sort me in Slytherin. As shown in the movies, it can be persuaded by the opinion of the wearer.' Harry was very close to being sorted in Slytherin, and that's what I was counting on.

Anyways, me and Draco woke up at five o’ clock this morning and were too excited to go back to sleep. We got up and wore our premium designed wizard’s robes—they really did an excellent job with these. Narcissa checked our Hogwarts list yet again to make sure we had everything we needed.

I saw my new pet Lucius got for my birthday; a Snowy owl. It was a large bird of the typical owl family Strigidae. With its very recognisable appearance due to its white feathers, yellow eyes and black beak. It was one of the largest species of owl I knew of.

"Ready Whitley?" I don't know from where I got the name, probably from the many books I've read in my life.

It gave a screech of approval before I joined Malfoy in our private carriage which would lead to Hogsmeade, where we'll be able to catch the Hogwarts Express train.

My heart hammered in my chest, this was it… the day where I will officially embark on my journey as a wizard.

"I hope we don't get any mudbloods sorted in our house," said Draco while looking out the window.

"Let's hope you don't get punched in the face by a mudblood in the future then…"

"Humph, as if they'll ever dare. Wastrels all of them. Also, no one will punch anyone in the face, only someone like you is crazy enough to do that."

"I wonder how the teachers would react if I did that to one of th—" I got cut off.

"Don't you even think about it! I don't want to be expelled because of your idiocy!" I just chuckled at his outrage. What can I say… It was fun making him angry.

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It took us about an hour's worth of time to arrive at Hogsmeade and another ten minutes by foot to reach the train station.

Boy was it a sight to remember.

A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’ clock. Draco already made his way inside while I stayed outside for a little longer and looked behind me and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.

"So that is where our main hero came from. I wonder if I missed his arrival or not."

Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color moved here and there between their legs. Whitley hooted to another owl in a disgruntled sort of way. "Oi, don't try to look for a fight." I scolded the rather violent bird.

For an owl, he certainly had a nasty attitude. I wouldn't be surprised if he had the guts to face up against a Basilisk. I feared for his attitude to worsen under my care.

"Alright, time to board!" I brought my stuff to the storage compartment and gave my goodbyes to Whitley who was squaring up against another snowy owl.

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Wait…

Wasn't that Hedwig?

Oh well, what can ya do?

"Don't cause any trouble," I left him and entered the carriage.

The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. I had no idea where Draco was, nor did I worry too much about him. Some people who recognised the small Malfoy emblem embroidered on clothes immediately made way for me. I gave them a small nod, already knowing that they'll try to suck up in me in the future. It was when I passed a round-faced boy who was saying, “Can someone help me, I lost my toad.”

Oh shit! That's Neville! He looked just as chubby as his younger self in the movies. Hard to imagine that he would grow up to look like a model.

I wanted to help the poor kid but unfortunately I didn't know how to do it. How the hell does one search for a small toad in such a crowded train? You can't. Well unless he used some kind of tracking magic, but that was obviously too advanced for Neville to do.


And there was nothing to worry about, he found the toad in Hogwarts.

I suspect someone played a prank on him or the pet hid itself in a suitcase.

"Can't believe mom doesn't want to ask the boy about You-Know-Who."

"She's right though, don't think I would even remember anything, let alone someone's face when he was nothing but a tiny baby. But ickle Ronniekins can ask him bout the scar, that's good enough."

"But hey, that whole blowing up toilets thing sure was interesting, ain't it?"

"Sure is, let's send her one as a joke."

"She'll scream our ears off, again, Fred."

"You backing away, George?"

"You know my answer."

""Let's blow up the Slytherin's toilets!"" The twin duo celebrated out loud. The surrounding students grew wary of these two trouble makers. So the Weasley were already on board huh… don't believe they'll appreciate a Malfoy coming to greet them. Especially Ron, he'll probably be a bit hostile towards me. The twins on the other hand, can be unpredictable.

Soon, I found myself a single empty room at the very end of the train. Feeling lucky I went inside and relaxed on the comfortable couch for half an hour before getting bored. "Shit, I forgot to remove my Gameboy from the main luggage…" All I had with me was a small bag with a few books on magic and a few of my clothes.

I rummaged my robe and pulled out Jonathan. It still felt surreal that I had an actual wand. The design was intricate enough for it to look like it was carved by an artist. The handle was a bit squared to allow for a better grip and I liked that it felt heavy in my hands.

I further rummaged through my pockets and found an unwrapped piece of chocolate.

"Let's try some spells."

I dropped the piece in front of me, on the other side of the bench. I closed my eyes and concentrated on a single spell. For this to work, I needed to be clear minded and have any stray thoughts leave my being for the spell to be successful.

Imagination was one of a wizard's most powerful weapons. So I first picture the same scene of the chocolate lying still in front of me in my head. I imagined it slowly floating upwards, a few centimeters off the bench and remained still for a few moments before descending.

Taking a deep breath, I muttered a charm.

"Wingardium—"

Knock

Knock

"Hm?" My concentration was broken and I didn't even finish spelling out the charm.

I had just raised my wand when the compartment door slid open again. I saw someone very familiar. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes, just like me.

“Have you seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one,” she said. She had the same bossy sort of voice and lots of bushy brown hair.

"Wha…?"

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”

She sat down, not even asking for a seat and even closed the door behind her. I looked taken aback, she sure was forward. Kinda saw how she might have had issues getting friends of her age.

'Still… weren't you supposed to be with the protagonist and his sidekick!?' I remembered her going through the different rooms and stopping at Harry's and Ron's when the latter was performing some magic on his rat. For her to end up here with me, delivering the same line which shouldn't be mentioned for me kinda felt weird. Was this what they called deviating canon?

Meh, so be it.

This is my life, not theirs.

And I was bored. Having a super smart eleven year old to talk to was a good way to pass the time.

"Just a simple thing really, no need to think too much of it." Closing my eyes and refocusing again, I pointed my wand at the piece of chocolate and muttered—without disturbance.

"Wingardium Leviosa." I made sure to pronounce the 'o' like she did in the movies.

"Well done!" Hermione clapped her hands as she saw the chocolate float in the air. "You did it on your first try, I can see you've studied at least."

"Thanks, again, it's not much. Here," the floating piece of chocolate floated over her face and dropped on her hands. "For you." She was a bit surprised by my gesture, but ended up accepting the act of kindness.

"No need to be humble, not many of the people of our age here could perform a spell like that. I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter from Hogwarts, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard—I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough—I’m Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”

Should I tell her my full name? I don't think she has any bad blood between my family or even a bad view of our family, yet. First impressions are important, so if I had acted like Draco, then things would have gone bad and would have given her a negative view of Slytherin and the Malfoys.

"Jarius Malfoy, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Granger. I hope we can become friends."