He sat there staring into the night sky, his white owl keeping him company. The green eye boy was rethinking his choice. It was funny; he wanted to be in Gryffindor because of his new friend. But he didn't count on the pain or guilt he felt when he saw the hurt look pass though Draco's eyes. It was like he wanted to be friends with Harry, not the boy-who-lived. That look was one of the reasons for him to rethink. The tall black hair, black eyed Snake, that sat a head above the rest. He was another reason. When Harry looked at him he felt at peace, like a piece of him that was missing was found. The scared boy got up and walked over to his bed, between Ron and an Irish boy. Maybe it was the events of today that was making him rethink, and a good night rest would be the thing to cure him.
It didn't work. He woke up with plenty of time to get dress, eat and get to class with time to spear. One good thing the Daslyes did. What he didn't count on was Ron, wanting to walk with him he said he know where all the classes were, thinks to his brothers. Harry hated him right now. Thanks to him they were late for his first class on his first day. They would have made it if they took the hallway Harry wanted to take. What he wanted to do was to transform Ron into a bug and feed him to a veins flytrap. Admittedly the green eyed boy felt guilt after that thought. He couldn't kill anything no matter how much he hated it. After the chaos of first class he was hoping to have a nice day, but he was getting ready to cry. All the teachers and students expected great things from him; he was only eleven years old! Ron was getting on his nerves to, always talking like he knew Harry all his life. It was disgusting. As he set there in the potions, he was wounding if Prof. Snape would treat him like the others. Harry hoped not, from what he heard from there older students he was not nice to any of the students, only had tolerance for the Slytherin, as he was the head of it.
He was right to hope. Snape wasn't nice to him, but Harry saw how he acted with him and to the other students. Snape was nicer to him. The black head boy needed to know, why. So Harry waited after class Ron leaving thinking that he was going to tell him off for being mean to the boy-who-lived. As the last student left Harry go up and walked up to Prof. Sanpe's desk.
"Potter. What can I do for you?"
The sneer in his voice earlier was almost gone.
"Sir, I thank you for being nicer to me than the others, but you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to."
The surprise on the older black head's face told the younger that he didn't think that him being nice was noticeable.
"Will yes, I was being nice to you, but it wasn't forced. I hope you understand, it isn't because of you being 'the boy-who-lived'. I went to school with your parents and was friends with you mother. That is propley the only reason I was nice to you."
Harry blinked. Prof. Sanpe went to school with his parents? It was a small, but true, smile that came upon Harry's face.
"Now, you need to run along before you are late for flying."
"Yes sir, thank you."
Harry run out of the class towards Madame Hoot's class almost running into a tall Slytherin that he saw at in the Great Hall.
Marcus Flint looked back at the little Gryffindor that was running away form the potions' classroom. That he was running wasn't a new thing it was that he had a smile on his face. The black head teen shock his head. The little boy must be missed up in the head to be smiling while running away from Snape, unless he played a prank on the Prof. That would funny to see.
A/n: here is my first harry potter story. Let me know if there is anything wrong. I don't know if I'll keep going on with it. Eoc are coming up and after that college. So hope you enjoyed.