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Harry set down his book, "The Color of Magic," and looked at his trunk wistfully. It was a nice trunk, glossy and black with his name neatly stamped on the side in gold leaf. Hagrid had helped him pick it out during their trip to Diagon Alley. But for all that, it was still an ordinary trunk. How cool would it be if sapient pearwood actually existed in the wizarding world? But he was almost certain that Terry Pratchett was a muggle. It wasn't very likely that dangerous monsters wandered the halls of Hogwarts, as they did in the Unseen University. The classrooms probably weren't full of deadly experiments and dangerous concoctions. It was ridiculous to think that wizards would kill each other off in order to achieve a higher rank in the hierarchy. The potions master couldn't become the headmaster simply by killing the old one off and stepping into his pointy shoes, could he?

That night, Harry's dreams were a blur of shadows that exuded fear and giant snakes that tried to eat him on the way to breakfast; near Rincewind experiences and flashes of green light. It finally ended when a large box swallowed a masked axman, and the Hippogriff took off, clutching a golden, two handled cup. After that, his sleep was peaceful.

In the morning, Harry was startled, but excited to find that his trunk had changed. It was a proper wizard's trunk now. It was shaped like an old sea chest, with strange runes and intricate patterns carved into the polished sapient pearwood. He opened it to find all of his clothes, neatly folded and pressed, smelling faintly of lavender. This was a large change from how he had packed yesterday, throwing everything in pell-mell. Harry closed it, and opened it again, to find all of his books and supplies stacked according to subject. He added his reading book for good measure. Dudley wouldn't miss it.

"Boy!" Harry heard his Uncle Vernon shout, "We're leaving in five minutes and if you aren't in the car we'll go without you!"

"Come, Luggage." Harry called as he passed through the door of Dudley's second bedroom. "We're going to Hogwarts!"

The Luggage burbled happily and shuffled after him on its many, many feet.