The Hogwarts Express rattled along the countryside, golden fields giving way to dark green hills. Harry sat near the back of the train, mask covering the lower half of his face, hair drawn over his unruly black hair. (6hockage kakashi hairstyle)
He was sketching lazy spirals in his notebook
The art of sealing jutsu in hopes to create his own harshen seal but at the right he's going
It won't be till 3rd year till he has a feasible seal to use
A girl with bushy brown hair and an armful of books stood there, blinking at him.
"Everywhere else is full," she said quickly, voice polite but curious. "Do you mind if I sit?"
Harry gave a small shrug. "Go ahead." His
She sat opposite him, glancing at the mask. "I'm Hermione Granger. You're…?"
"Harry."
Her eyes widened slightly. "Harry Potter?"
He nodded once, gaze returning to the notebook.
She hesitated before speaking again. "Why are you wearing—"
Harry looked up, and for a split second, her breath caught. His eyes were… sharp. The kind of sharp that didn't just look at you but through you. It wasn't that they were unnatural — though they were — it was that they carried a weight Hermione didn't understand yet.
"I like masks," he said simply. Then, after a pause plus it makes me feel more comfortable.. I don't like my face he confessed
She didn't push further. Something told her he wasn't the type to answer what he didn't want to.
Arrival at Hogsmeade
The train slowed, steam hissing into the cool evening air. Harry and Hermione followed the crowd onto the platform, where a giant man with a lantern bellowed for first years to follow. Boats carried them silently across the black lake, the castle towering above, the stars as beautiful and bright
Hermione sat beside him in the boat, clearly fascinated by the view. Harry, hover jsut silently watched his friend take it all in
The Great Hall
The massive doors swung open. The hall stretched upward into enchanted night sky, candles floating overhead, their flames steady and bright.
After awhile
His name had finally been called
Professor McGonagall
Harry Potter
The whispers began immediately.
"That's Harry Potter?"
"Why's he wearing a mask?"
"Looks more like a mercenary than a wizard…"
Harry ignored them, stepping up to the stool. The Sorting Hat dropped over his head, and the voice came at once.
"Well, this is unexpected… you're not the trembling child I was told to expect."
Well if u had to grow up quick when u where placed in my environment
"Ambition. Cunning. A strategist's mind… and something else. Foreign energy. Chakra, is it? Yes… you're trained. And you have no love for dark wizards."
More likely death eaters and voldy in general
I
"Yes… but your methods… you're willing to operate from the shadows, to gather information you can act.
I just prefer it that way
"…Well said. In that case, it had better be…"
"SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table erupted into cheers, though a few older students narrowed their eyes, already wondering how to classify this masked newcomer. Harry simply took his seat, pulling a simple genjutsu on to make it look like he was eating masked
Across the hall, Hermione watched him, conflicted. She had only known him for less than an hour… but she felt there was far more to Harry Potter than the books had told her.
That and he was the one to save her life
The Dungeons
That night, Harry unpacked in the Slytherin dormitory — a chamber lit by green lanterns, windows looking into the depths of the Black Lake. He claimed a bed in the corner, back to the wall, view of the entrance.
Once the others had drifted to sleep, he moved silently, unrolling a small mat and slipping into meditation. His Sharingan flickered briefly, the red glow faint in the darkness.
Chakra control exercises first. Then a few one-handed seals for practice — Tiger, Ox, Monkey, Rabbit, Boar — flowing with quiet precision.
In the dream-world, he knew, the system could pull him into training with Kakashi or Itachi at any moment. But tonight, he choose to work alone.
His journal lay open beside him, one line written before he blew out the lamp:
Dam it I still can't make since of these
And with that, Hogwarts' newest Slytherin vanished into sleep, the masked shadow in a house of snakes.