Disclaimer: Any Harry Potter characters, story plot, pairings, or themes belong to me; they belong to their rightful owner, J.K. Rowling. BTW, I will be writing a few chapters of this story and will not write anymore until someone requests for more, for I am afraid no one will like what I have written.
PROLOGUE
Harry James Potter was no ordinary child, even from the age of eleven. Of course, he didn't exactly know that he would be accepted into the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry. He also had no clue of how much his life would change in the next seven years. Bloody hell, he didn't even know the difference between a wizard and a muggle! Or even, that he, was The Boy Who Lived. No, no, The Dark Lord was just his mathematics teacher, frogs an amphibian, not a candy, hats couldn't talk; they were just a piece of clothing to keep the sun off one's face, and chambers, just another word for the loo. No crazy wolves as his teacher or tournaments that were simply asking for death. No crazy high-pitched pink women; that was his Aunt Petunia, and definitely no pieces of little things called horcruxes. Brooms, were for cleaning with, not riding on! As far as Harry was concerned, the only nightmares he knew of, were the days spent living on Privet Drive in Little Whinging, with his aunt, uncle, and the monstrous being they called, his cousin.
Harry woke up one morning to the sound of his aunt banging on the cupboard door. He groaned, another day in the hell he was living in. He just pulled the cover over his head as his aunt screamed at him to set the table for breakfast. If he weren't such a coward, he would tell her off, but he just sat up, and pulled on a tee-shirt that was much too big for him, considering it was Dudley's hand-me-down. He then walked into the kitchen and set the table. He sat there dejectedly throughout all of breakfast, just hoped a knock at the door would come, so he would have an excuse to leave. "Potter… POTTER!" Harry's eyes snapped open to the sound of his uncle yelling at him. "Potter, you stupid boy, go get the mail!" Harry rolled his eyes, and stood, walking to the front of the house. He reached into the mail box, and grabbed ahold of three letters. Two were addressed to his uncle, but the last one...was addressed to him…
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
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 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT 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 pupil's clothes should carry name tags.
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, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.
PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS
ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICK
Yours sincerely,
(this is from wiki/Hogwarts_acceptance_letter)
Harry was….let's just say...confused. His eyebrows were raised and his throat made a choking sound. Uncle Vernon looked at him and snatched the letter out of his hand. "What is this, you stupid excuse for a child?! A letter? For you? Aha! Heavens no, what makes you believe someone would actually send you a letter? And to school! Your grades are a complete mess!" And with that, the one-sided conversation had ended with the poor piece of paper in shreds.
Harry glared at his uncle," What was that for?! That letter was for me!" His piggish uncle simply slapped him, and walked away, a sign that if more was spoken, another spanking was sure to come. Harry huffed in disappointment and disgust. He was about to go back to the cupboard when Aunt Petunia slapped his cheek and shrieked for him to get a move on the chores list. That was the start of a normal morning in Harry's house, on Privet Drive, in Little Whinging.
-Time Skip-
Harry walked down the train, looking at each full compartment dejectedly. It seemed that everyone on the train already had friends, and there were no empty compartments for him. Finally he came across a single compartment with a red headed boy sitting in it. He recognized the boy from before, as the boy who helped him find the train. Harry shyly peaked into the compartment. The redhead looked up and beamed, "You can sit here if you please! It's empty!" Harry smiled, and sat down across from the boy. "I'm Ron, Ron Weasley, and you are Harry Potter!" Harry smiled and nodded. "You don't talk much do you? So…the scar, ...Is it…?" Harry nodded, and pushed up his bangs up to show the faint red scar he had always wondered about. Ron put out his hand to shake with Harry. Harry smiled at his first friend at this new school.
Things were playing fairly well, as it was poor Harry's first real friend. But, the only thing that had bothered him so far about this new boy would be his disgraceful manners when it came to food and money. Harry had just gotten a bag of galleons from Gringotts and could buy some of everything when the trolley cart came by. His new friend, Ronald, had not only drooled once at the large amount of coins in his palms, but twice, at the sight of all the sweet treats. Another thing he was unsure of was the fact that Ron had a rat for a pet. He knew Hogwarts accepted frogs, cats, and owls, but surely not rats. How filthy. Harry was cut off by his daydreaming when the compartment door had opened and in came a girl with buck teeth and frizzy hair. "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost it," she calmly asked. Harry was about to apologize, and say no, when a rude, but chill and relaxed tone interrupted him.
"No, we haven't seen a toad! Stop asking everyone, and let them enjoy the view." He looked over at Harry,"Nice to meet you Potter. I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Would you like to accompany me and my group of friends on a tour and have us explain to you about the wizarding world? It's such a shame that you grew up with muggleborns." Ron shouted angrily,"Harry will NOT be going with you Malfoy! He is staying right here and I can explain. Don't you forget I'm just as pure as you." Draco merely raised his eyebrows and shrugged,"C'mon Harry, ditch these losers. Granger doesn't know a thing about magic and Weasel is a traitor. When you come with me, I can tell you about your parents. My parents knew yours very well." That was all it took and Harry shook Draco's hand and walked out the compartment with Malfoy's arm around his shoulder and the two of them laughing at a joke. Merlin's beard, this would be the start of a new friendship.