Sorry if this is short and if it sucks. Some parts will be a bit cannon or is cannon and I'm too lazy to write it. I've always messed up on things like this so…yeah…and I practiced! …Enjoy? For some reason this was deleted, so here's the rebooting(?) of it...

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. JK Rowling does…

Harry Potter had always known he was weird. No doubt about it, after all why else would he be called a freak and why he lived in a cupboard? It didn't bother him at all though; he thought it made him unique. He only pretended to be discouraged in front of his relatives because it helped his acting skills get better and it was entertaining to see how their ugly faces smug with satisfaction, even though he had acted it all out, too. He also had many theories on why he was called a freak, each one more absurd than the last; then again, he was only 11 years old. At 11, he was a bit malnourished, a bit shorter than most, and a bit stronger than most even though he didn't look like it. He had inky black hair that was always a mess, striking emerald green eyes, and a faint lightning bolt on his forehead, above his left eyebrow.

Vernon Dursley was a very fat man that resembled a walrus and had small, beady eyes. Petunia Dursley nee Evans looked horse-like with her long neck and teeth. Dudley Dursley was like a pig wearing a blonde wig. They told people that they were normal, however their obsessiveness with it made them anything but that. They also hate anything unnatural, which meant Harry and his family.

Personally, Harry thought whomever had put him with the Dursleys must be highly delusional that the Dursleys would be good guardians, an idiot, or both. Harry had spent 11 horrible years with the Dursleys, treated like a slave, starved, and was sometimes beaten. His life had changed when a letter was addressed to him arrived. It had number four, Privet Drive, his name, and his cupboard on it but he thought nothing of it as he opened the letter and started reading it.

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

HOGWARTS SCHOOL

Of WHICHCRAFT and WIZARDRY

UNIFORM

First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry nametags.

COURSE BOOKS

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

By Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

By Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

By Quentin Trimble

OTHER EQUIPMENT

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.

PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS

He was so surprised that one of his theories about him being a wizard was correct that he couldn't react fast enough to stop Vernon from grabbing it out of his hands.

"Hey! Give it back, it's mine!" He shouted at the fat man, but he was ignored.

"Who would want to send a letter to a freak like you?" He sneered at his nephew. "You're just a good for nothing freak just like your worthless parents were before they died."

Uncle Vernon laughed loudly and obnoxiously; he suddenly stopped when he read the letter. His face turned into a reddish color, making him look like a rotten tomato, and he exploded, causing Aunt Petunia rushing into the living room.

"BOY! W-WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU DONE?"

Aunt Petunia tried calming her fat husband down, but it was no use.

"Vernon! Vernon, calm down!" She shrieked.

He shoved the letter in front of her face and started panicking. All the while Harry was watching them, amused.

"O-oh my l-lord!" She gasped out, a hand clutching her chest.

The next few days they tried to get rid of all the letters, but more and more kept coming, while Harry tried to grab some. After that Uncle Vernon decided to move them to a small hut somewhere to get away from the letters. Dudley was whining the whole way.

"But Daaad, I'm going to miss my favorite show!"

Harry grew more and more annoyed. He would've told him to shut up but that would earn him a hit or two from the fat walrus.

He sighed. Why did he have to live with such drama queens? It was only a letter…unless…

(Same things that happen to book till Hagrid comes, Vernon carrying the rifle, Hagrid twisting it, Diagon Alley, going to the 9 ¾, etc.)

He found an empty compartment and put away his trunk sans a book. Harry went inside, sat down, and started reading. A few moments later, the door opened and three, probably other first year boys, stood. The one in the middle was pale and had platinum blonde hair slicked back, and dark grey eyes. He looked incredibly pompous and arrogant. The other two were stocky and had a trollish look about them, though Harry didn't know what an actual troll looked like, he just had a feeling that that was the best way to describe them. They looked confused and most likely are stupid. He knew right away that he probably wasn't going to like the three of them.

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