Harry's eyes fluttered open as a loud bang awakened him. His uncle Vernon was in a vicious mood and demanded Harry to get started on his chores. Harry wanted only a few more moments to himself to just grasp that he was only waking up, yet his uncle Vernon was a heartless man who couldn't wait to torture Harry.

"Wake up you delinquent, you have some cleaning to do, I will not tolerate you sodding all day in that silly room of yours". His uncles footsteps grew more faint, indicating he was walking away and was going to allow him to come out of the small space.

Harry wandered his eyes for a bit, he was thinking about the enormous pile of dishes waiting for him, the stench in the house was mocking him, his Uncle Vernon was coming drunk more often lately. He couldn't understand how his uncle made so much money and couldn't even find a wife who has the decency to clean herself. They did not live in a palace, only an average home in London. Harry's thoughts were shaken away abruptly.

"Harry you better get the fuck out of that room and begin your chores. I won't have you laying around not accepting your responsibilities, now wake the fuck up! NOW!" Harry let out a little grunt, he finally opened the dwarf sized door, and he stepped out. He took slow stops towards the kitchen. He noticed a letter on the glass dining room table with his name.

"Uncle Vernon, is this for me?" He asked quietly and shyly.

"I don't bloody know. Open it I guess? I bet its charity, whatever money it is, you better hand it over Potter". Harry turned his eyes away from his evil uncle; he opened it and read it to himself. It was an acceptance later to a school of magic. He was puzzled, wondered if it was maybe a magic-spell contest. He cocked an eyebrow the meet his eyes with his uncle, showing confusion.

"What rubbish did you read?" His uncle said fiercely and annoyed. He stomped over towards Potter and snatched the letter away, and then his face became surprisingly happy and overjoyed.

"What a laugh. Some school wants you and you can be away from us. This is perfect, one less mouth to feed. Start packing Potter you're going to this Hogwarts". Harry was astounded; he was still surprised though, nothing ever good has happened to him for 11 years. His time has finally come.

He peculiarly noticed another attachment to the letter from a man named Hagrid, it was to meet at a station and give him a relay of what he was being accepted to.

The next morning, Harry had a large suitcase filled with little clothing and mostly some of the book the Vernon's gave to him that were written on and destroyed. He waited patiently by himself at the station, he had seen a tall man approach him and was frightened.

"Hello There. I am Hagrid. Merlin's beard you look just like your father. Well enough of me, you are going to a special school where children have the ability to do wonders through magic. You are a wizard; I know you have felt like you never fit in anywhere, but now you will. I am sorry to rush this but I have duties I must attend to. Follow this platform down till you hit a 9 and 10 arch. Once you get there you will see other children and just follow what they do. It was great to see you!" He handed Harry a ticket imprinting a station called 9 3/4. Harry gazed up forward to look at Hagrid, but he was gone.

Harry found his path to the station, charging into the wall. He had all the items that were asked of him and found a seat. He sat himself quietly while others were speaking casually. Everything was new to him. Then, he saw a young girl come near him. She had a mane of curls, they were wild, it was red with a tint of brown. Her face was far from dull, her large brown eyes were captivating.

She noticed Harry. "I have read about you. You are Harry Potter. I might say you look an awful like your parents. Did you know how famous you were?" Her mouth grew a large smile and she was so excited to be around him. He was nervous and let out a slightly broken reply.

"I uh didn't realize that actually, it's all new to me, you kn-know my parents" His shyness showed through with a blush.

"I would have given anything to know them. I am just advanced for my age, do you know of their legacy? Well I'm sure you do of course..." She got cut off.

A small ice blonde head boy entered the seating arranged area where they were. He was stunned to hear the name Potter, and joined the conversation all too quickly.

"Bloody Hell, that's wicked your Harry Potter! I am Draco Malfoy, pleased to meet you!" He exclaimed reaching out a hand to Harry, Harry obliged by shaking it and letting out a devilishy handsome smile.

"Well you know who I am. So what is this school about anyway? I mean really don't know much about it". He let a tiny sigh out of relief but some fright.

"Well, it is about magic and how we use it as a tool to become a successful wizard or witch of the future. It is like boarding school and has many adventures and opportunities ahead for us".

Harry could tell she was educated and strong minded, his mind was racing with amazement and a bit of flirtatious thoughts.

"Your Hermonie right? Don't you come from a muffle family. Psh". Draco let that remark out harshly.

"Just because I wasn't born into the wizarding world, doesn't make me less of a wizard then you are". She shot back cleverly and Draco stood silent.

Harry felt too many things were happening at once, he was experiencing a soft side for a girl, meeting new and complete friends from who knows where, and he was being shipped to a location he had no clue about. He tried to handle the arguing, train noises, loud conversations, and shaking on the train. It was all too much for him. Then it all went blank.

His mind drifted into another dimension, he was in a dark hallway with black and green tiles everywhere. He saw the image of a snack leaning on his, whispering a tongue that he has never heard. There was a man whose face looked of an alien, he told Harry to not be afraid. The strange man said to him "My Gosh. You look just like your parents, and that gorgeous scar of yours is still away at work, giving you pain as I grow stronger. Harry Potter your time has come to finally obtain knowledge of your past, perhaps it will give me time to destroy you. I will never let you escape me again. And that is guaranteed". His speech had stopped; he walked away from Harry even though he was shouting back who was he and what is he doing to him. Harry felt sharp pain on his side and fell to the floor in his night mare; it was on his lower rib cage, a small triangle with a pattern imprinted upon it. Harry's eyes studied it, then they rolled back in the nick of time to kick back into reality.