This is the challenge and prompt, originally it's a challenge by Lone-Angel-1992 on but no one has done it. Please at least look at it and think about it
Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts and does sit in a compartment and become best friends with a first-year Weasley- no wait, two first-year Weasley's'; Fred and George Weasley! Oh god help us all when it's discovered that Fred and George and Harry… and did I mention Lee?… have sat in the Slytherin side of the train! When Marcus Flint and a few other older Slytherins come across these first-years, they name themselves mentors to the four-after all if you can make Flint's rival Oliver Wood all but traumatized after spending a few weeks of summer at your house… Well let's just say Marcus Flint will be damned if he let's the twins slip through his fingers, let alone Harry Potter and a "supposedly" muggleborn boy who oddly resembles a certain Zabini lord.
And what with them all developing a certain liking for the snake house and Molly Weasley cussing out Dumbledore for trying to resort her children; the four are destined to become pureblood, dark, Slytherins… and did I mention they start looking at Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, a mysterious boy name Tom Riddle as their idols. Now if only they didn't also consider The Marauders as their heroes then maybe Hogwarts would stand a better chance at survival… Oh well, look out Dumbledore this is something you've never seen before, and it's just too bad your plans doesn't start for another year or two; note the sarcasm. (Story could be het pairing or Slash! Harry cannot end up with Ginny, or Daphne Greengrass, or Susan Bones, or TONKS!) Hermione and Dumbledore bashing a must! Do whatever you want with Ron. Molly and Arthur be must not bashed! There are no horcruxes!
Prologue
It was the 31 of July and a certain green eyed bird nest haired boy was sitting at the kitchen table with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and his Cousin Dudley. Now the green eyed boy was named Harry Potter, young Harry at the age of 12 months had been dropped off at Number Four Privet Drive…In the middle of the night…by the headmaster of the magical school Hogwarts…at the house of the aunt that hated her sister, yes Harry was in for a turbulent childhood.
Chapter One
"Potter!" Vernon Dursley, while slamming a meaty fist into the door of the cupboard under the stairs "Get up boy, my breakfast isn't going to fix itself,"
'Oh Crap,' I thought 'Uncle Vernon was going to kill me I slept too late, dammit! "Well next time you shouldn't beat me to half unconsciousness," I muttered under my breath, my name is Harry Potter or Sora Evans (A.N I will be calling Harry Sora from now on okay). My Aunt Petunia had named me that because she was A really into Japanese words at the time and B she wanted to be able to love me as her own child without being reminded of her sister.
As you can imagine uncle Vernon did not like this idea at all…period, he beat me because I was magical and because I was better looking than Dudley…which was true but not by much, anyways he beat me for every non-descript little thing that I did. Aunt Petunia loved Dud and Me very much, and she was trying to get us out of this situation with Uncle Vernon because even though he only beat me he was starting to turn to Aunt Nia (A.N Nia is pronounced like Nye-a and Sora is pronounced Sore-a ;D) for trying to "Stick up for the Freak" We couldn't move until I was eleven though.
Well back to real life today was my birthday, and it was a bitter sweet day for me, I was eleven so we could move out of this hell hole, and I could get my wand and stuff, but Uncle Vernon would most likely beat the shit out of me because it was my birthday…Damn.
The hollered, "BOY," startled me out of my mental thoughts…it was weird but I kept a mental journal to keep sane, anyways I ran into the kitchen quietly and quickly started a full English breakfast, and even though I made everything perfectly to my Uncle's liking, he still cuffed my hard over the head for adding to much seasoning to the scrambled eggs… 'I can't wait for that fat ass to leave,' I thought to myself, as I sat quietly on the floor away from the food. I wasn't allowed to eat in front of my Uncle so I had to wait until he left for work.
As I sat I thought once again about going to Diagonally and Going to Hogwarts, I was excited truly I was, but I was also very worried. Would the students at Hogwarts accept a sarcastic and bitchy student, or would I get shunned for my sarcastic wit like I did at my elementary school.
I almost had a heart attack when Aunt Nia Gently shook my shoulder, "Sora sweetheart it's time for breakfast, Shouji (A.N show-oo-jee) and I will get ready while you eat alright," Aunt Nia went upstairs when I nodded, now you're probably wondering who Shouji is, Uncle Fatass, as I will now refer to him in my head ,D named Dudley after his father while Aunt Nia was still hopped up on the epidural He made her take so he could do just that. So Aunt Nia calls Dudley Shouji like she call me Sora, it's funny because my name means air in Japanese and Shouji's means soar in Japanese.
Two hours later
I was sitting in the front seat having won a quiet game of rock paper scissors which we play behind Aunt Nia's back because for some reason she is under the impression that we are good nice little boys who don't bicker with each other…when she said this in passing one day to us I had to stifle guffaws. Well anyways we were on our way to Diagonally and I was psyched, so was Shouji, Shouji is magic like me only Uncle Fatass doesn't know about that. So we were both really excited, "Holy Shit," from Shouji brought me back from my mental journaling, a loud, "Shouji, Language," further compounded my awareness.
"Holy Morgana," I hissed, it was a…Huge brick wall…"Wow Aunt Nia. It is a big. Brick wall," I said sarcastically, Aunt Nia, used to my sarcasm just rolled her eyes at me.
"Okay now boys we aren't actually shopping here, we just need to make an appearance so DumbleFuck doesn't get big in the britches…again, once we are here for a bit we will be going to Japan and staying there for the rest of the summer and we will be shopping there as well,"
Shouji and I looked at each other, and shrugged we were both used to Aunt Nia's impulsiveness and the fact that she loved surprising us.
"Soooo, what are we going to do here?" I asked.
"We, my dear boys are going to get some ice cream," Aunt Nia said grinning, again Shouji and I looked at each other and shrugged, but this time we grinned at each other too.
Four hours later
We were sitting on a plane to Japan and I was starting to realise why my Aunt had made Shouji and I learn Japanese as our third language, we spoke English, French, Italian, Latin, German and Japanese.
I was singing softly in Italian when I felt someone sit down next to me, there were four seats to a row and Aunt Nia had dibs on window seat and Shouji called sitting next to her so I was volunteered as a buffer so I had to sit third seat over, well anyways I was startled out of my singing when a soft voice from my right said, "You're very good," I jumped about six feet in the air.
I spun in my seat to stare at the person beside me, "Thank you, do you speak Italian?" I asked
He smiled back at me and said, "Yes I was raised in Cremona Italy," God he had the most beautiful accent, and damn was he hawt. I had known I was gay from a very young age, and I knew a cute boy when I saw one.
"That's interesting," I said, "Do you sing too?" I asked
He laughed, and I choked on the inside, "Sometimes, I don't sing well though,"
Gosh his smile was gorgeous…I wanted to know his name…bad, so instead of blurting out 'what's your name, I said, "You know I never caught your name," with a smile.
"Oh my name is…
TBC…Soon