Disclaimer: I don't own HP, though that would be awesome.

AN: HEY GUYS! So recently I have decided to rewrite and (hopefully) actually complete this series that I started years ago. The plot is the same as before, but the writing style is slightly different, and the grammar is better (hopefully). Well the real reason for me doing this, is that i recently graduated high school and have found a lot of time on my hands. Hopefully you enjoy!

Eleven year old Harry Potter walked into Madam Mulkin's Robes for All Occasions by himself; Hagrid had left him a moment ago and told him he'll meet him at Olivander's afterwards. The nervous boy wandered around the store looking for Madam Mulkin.

"Another Hogwarts student?" An old woman that was measuring a blond boy in the back asked Harry.

"Yes maim," Harry said sitting on a chair nearby.

About a minute later Madam Mulkin finished measuring the blond boy, "So you're going to Hogwarts too? Are you in first year?" The boy asked hopping off the stool; he stood on for Madam Mulkin.

"Yes, I am," Harry said, "Are you a first year too?"

"Young man, you're next," Madam Mulkin said motioning Harry over.

"Yeah," The blond boy said happily, "By the way are you a pureblood, half-blood or a muggleborn?"

"I'm not quite sure; my parents were magical, but they died when I was a baby," Harry replied as he raised his arms so Madam Mulkin could measure his arms.

"Your robes will be done in an hour," Madam Mulkin said giving Harry a gentle pat so he'd hop off the stool; she moved on to a bushy haired girl.

"Oh, well I'm Draco Malfoy," He said holding his hand out for Harry to shake it.

"I'm Harry, Harry Potter," Harry said shaking Draco's hand.

"Really? I've learned a lot about you," Draco said as they walked out of the robe shop.

Harry looked at Draco confused, "Oh, okay," he said with a sigh.

"I have to get going Harry, but I have to tell you something before I go," Draco said, "I want us to be friends, but my father, he supports the dark lord so if I don't act like I support him too; I don't know what he'll do to me. So I'm warning you now; for my behaviour at Hogwarts."

"Don't worry about it Draco; I understand," Harry said waving goodbye to the other boy before heading over to Olivander's to get his wand. When he opened the door to the wand shop an old man with white-ish, grey-ish hair came rolling in on the ladder that had wheels.

"Ah, Mr. Potter; I wondered when I would see you here. I remember like it was just yesterday I sold the wands to your parents," The old man, who Harry guessed was Olivander said, "Now try this."

Harry took the wand and gave it a gentle wave; it caused multiple rows of wands to fly off their shelves.

"No, no defiantly not," Olivander grabbed the wand out of Harry's hand and gave him another that destroyed the flower pot that sat on his desk, "No," Olivander moved through the isles saying, "Hmm, curious, very curious."

"What is curious sir?" Harry asked confused.

"Here try this," Olivander said, handing Harry another wand; this time Harry glowed gold and silver.

The rest of Harry's trip was uneventful other than Olivander saying his wand has a brother who belongs to Voldemort and receiving a snowy white owl which he named Hedwig; the name of which he got from a text book.

Harry spent the rest if the summer in his new room, which was Dudley's second bedroom, reading his text books for school and doing his chores. On September 1st the Dursley's drove Harry to Kings Cross Station; two hours before his train was due to leave. Not knowing where to go or what to do with his extra two hours, Harry decided to explore the station. When Harry arrived to platforms nine and ten, he looked around hearing a familiar voice; the voice of the girl who Madam Mulkin helped right after him.

"Come on mom; come on dad," The girl said excitedly.

"Relax Hermione, the train doesn't leave for another two hours," A woman, who Harry guessed was the bushy haired girl's mother.

"Um, excuse me," Harry spoke nervously to the little family of three, he slowly approached them.

"Yes," Hermione's father said with a smile that instantly calmed Harry.

"Would you, um, happen to, um, know where, um...," Harry tried to say, but his eyes traced Hermione's features.

"Platform 9 ¾?" Hermione asked excitedly, "I do! Professor McGonagall said to run through the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Here watch; bye mom and dad, I'll see you at Christmas!"

Hermione gave her parents a quick hug before running through the barrier, pushing her luggage in front of her; Harry followed with a hooting Hedwig.

Harry was amazed when he saw the giant, cherry red train; it was like a dream. The platform was nearly empty with only a few of the students and their families that arrived early.

"Amazing isn't it," Hermione said with a smile; she let out a sigh before heading over to where the trunks were being loaded onto the train.

"Most definaitely," Harry said in awe; he shook his head of thoughts before running to catch up with Hermione.

One of the prefects levitated the two first years' stuff onto the train and they went to find their seats.

"Hold up Hermione!" Harry yelled as Hermione raced to the aisle.

"Come on Harry! We need to find a seat," She yelled, turning momentarily to grab Harry's arm and pulled him towards the back of the train.

"But Hermione, we're the only ones here," Harry yelled constantly almost tripping over his own feet, "We're practically the only ones here!"

Hermione's head whipped back and forth between each compartment as she looked for the perfect one. "Here!" She yelled excitedly, opening a compartment door, "Have you read your text books yet?" She plopped herself down and pulled out her copy of Hogwarts: A History from her bag she had slung over her shoulders.

"Yeah, every single one of them; have you?" Harry answered with a question.

Hermione gapped in shock, "I thought I'd be the only one."

"So what? I think reading is awesome," Harry said with a smile, pulling out his own book.

"Really?" Hermione asked, not 100% believing the boy in front of her.

"Of course," He said as he made himself comfortable and started reading.

The two friends sat reading their text books' occasionally looking over the top of their books to make sure the other was still there; that was until a red haired boy opened the door.

The boy's eyes skimmed around the compartment before landing on Harry before he said, "Don you mind if I sit; everywhere else is full?"

Harry looked to Hermione who shrugged, "I don't see why not," He said.

After that Harry and Hermione's eyes never left their pages.

"I'm Ron, Ron Weasley, and you are?" Ron asked, trying to gain Harry's attention.

"I'm Harry and this is Hermione; Please be quiet we are trying to read if you don't mind," Harry grumbled.

Ten seconds later the compartment door was once again opened.

"Anything off the trolley dears," Asked the Trolley Witch.

"No thanks, I'm all set," Ron said holding up a few smashed sandwiches.

"Would you like anything Hermione?" Harry asked, showing Hermione the few galleons he had in his pocket.

Ron eyes lit up at the sight of the handful of wizarding money.

"I don't want you spending your money on me Harry; it's okay," Hermione said politely; causing Harry to smile.

"No it's okay; if you want something, I don't have a shortage of money," Harry said.

"Yeah, sod off; let the boy buy some candy," Ron hissed.

Both Harry and Hermione glared at the red head.

Shaking his head in disgust, Harry held out his money to the waiting woman. "I'll take the lot, please," he said with a cheesy half-smile.

"Sure thing," the plump witch said with a bright smile, "That'll be five galleons."

Harry traded five gold coins for the candy, and the cheerful trolley witch left to refill her trolley.

Harry settled back into his spot with his arms full of sugary, wizarding sweets. "Take what you want," he announced; when he saw Ron reach for a box of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans, he quickly added, "Hermione."

A devilish scowl spread across Ron's reddening face as his hand snapped to his side. He let out a low growl as he watched the boy, who was suppose to be his friend, eat candy with a mudblood bookworm.

A young girl, with wild red-brown hair and bright blue eyes opened the compartment door. "Has anyone seen a toad by any chance?" She asked with a slight tilt of her head.

"No, I'm sorry," Harry replied politely.

The girl sighed as her shoulders sagged, "Okay thank you anyways, but if you do see the toad later can you look for me or a boy named Neville Longbottom? It's his toad, and I really want to get it back to him."

"Okay," Harry smiled. "Would you like any candy for your search? We still have a lot left," he continued.

"Um," she scratched her neck, "Sure. I'm Harleigh, Harleigh Lestrange, and you are?"

"I'm Hermione, this is Harry," Hermione stopped smiling as she continued with, "And this... this is Ron."

"You have got to be kidding me," Ron exclaimed with a sharp jump from his seat.

Harleigh's eyes widened in shock, and her back stiffened.

"You offered this spawn of a deatheater some of your candy, but you won't let me?!" Ron yelled; his hair was starting to match his red face. "I'm supposed to be your best mate!" He continued.

"I-I-I," Harleigh gulped, "I'm sorry, I'll just go."

Harry reached out to grab her wrist before Harleigh made it out of the compartment. "No, please don't go because of him," he said softly before letting go of her wrist and turning to Ron. "I am not your 'best mate'. I don't even like you! You have been nothing but rude to Hermione since you got here, and now you lashed out at Harleigh because I didn't give you candy! They have done nothing to you, so if anyone is leaving, it'll be you." He hissed.

"Whoa," Harleigh gasped looking between Harry, whose fists were clenched at his sides, and Ron, who just looked plain confused.

Ron grumbled something incoherent under his breath before racing out of the compartment, pushing Harleigh as he went.

"Um, thank you for standing up for me Harry; no one has ever done that for me before," Harleigh graciously said with a small smile, "But I really have to get back to looking for Neville's toad."

"No problem, the prat deserved it," Harry said, "See you at Hogwarts?"

Harleigh nodded, "See you both there," she said, and with a wave, she left.

For a magical train, the ride was ridiculously long, but eventually they finally arrived at Hogmeade Station.

Harry and Hermione left the train rather quickly, in hopes of avoiding a certain red-head along the way. The two new friends thought the boy was rude, immature, and impulsive; they both agreed that they wanted nothing to do with him.

"First years! First years, come this way!" The booming voice of Hagrid, the keeper of the keys at Hogwarts, was what drew Harry and Hermione's attention.

Upon seeing the half-giant, Harry exclaimed, "Hagrid!"

"Hello Harry," Hagrid smiled, lowering his lantern a little as his attention went to the two first years in front of him.

"Hagrid, this is my new friend Hermione," Harry wore a face-splitting grin as he introduced his first ever friend.

"Why, hello there Hermione; it is nice to meet you," Hagrid said, "Come follow me first years!"

Hagrid lead them down a muddy path to the lake, where the first years will travel to Hogwarts for the first time on enchanted boats.

"No more than four to a boat," Hagrid announced.

Before either Harry or Hermione could stop him, Ron jumped into their boat along with a quiet young man. The young man happened to be missing a toad.

"We'll be seeing Hogwarts in a few," Just as Hagrid said that, the infamous castle came into view.

Gasps of astonishment erupted from the numerous boats as the first years soaked in the beautiful sight.

"Watch your heads! Careful now," Hagrid boomed as they entered the cavern in which the docks were.

Hagrid made sure every student was safely out of the boats before he lead them to a set of giant wooden doors.

A hollow croak echoed throughout the cavern was heard followed by a small gasp.

"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" Hagrid asked, holding the slimy creature in his large mitt.

"Yes sir," Neville said with a nervous smile, "Thank you sir."

Harleigh, who stood directly beside Neville, smirked, "I knew you'd find him Neville; you just have to have some faith."

"Thanks Harleigh," Neville replied.

"Wait here," Hagrid said, he moved to knock on the door, and an older woman, who Hermione recognized as Professor McGonagall. "Here you are Professor, the first years."

"Thank you Hagrid," The Scotswoman said with an elegant bow of her head. She turned to the first years, and with a wave of her hand she said, "Follow me."

The students followed the professor inside the castle, up a large set of stairs to another set of doors; these doors were much bigger than the ones in the cavern.

Professor McGonagall stood in front of the large mass of students with her head held high. Her eyes scanned the crowd before falling on Harry and Harleigh momentarily before she begins her legendary speech. "Welcome to Hogwarts, the start of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great-Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common-room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and Wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn you house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the whole school. I suggest you smarten yourselves up as much as possible while you are waiting. I shall return when we are ready for you," The professor spun on her heel before going through the large doors.

As the doors shut once more, chatter erupted throughout the first years.

"It seems that we have Harry Potter among us," Draco sneered as he made his way over to Harry with his two goons following him.

Harleigh joined him after she noticed where he was going. "So it seems," Harleigh smirked.

It took Harry and Hermione aback upon seeing a flip in personality from the girl they met on the train.

"This is Crabbe, Goyle and this is Harleigh Lestrange," Draco introduced with a sly smirk, "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

Ron, who continued to follow Harry around like a lost puppy, laughed.

"You think my name is funny, do you? Red hair, freckles, and hand-me down robes... you must be a Weasley. My father's told me about you; too many children than they can afford," Draco insulted before turning to Harry, "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others. I can help you there," Draco held out his pale hand for a handshake, which Harry took with a smile.

"I can always use more friends," Harry said.

"You can't be bloody serious!" Ron exclaimed. He was about to erupt in a full blown rant, but Professor McGonagall came back out from the Great Hall.

"We're ready for you now. Form a line and follow me," McGonagall lead them into the Great Hall.

Oohs and Ahs came from all the first years as the stared mesmerised at the candles floating in the night sky that was the ceiling.

"It's bewitched to look like the sky," Hermione cheerfully spoke, "I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Ron mimicked her, only to receive a sharp jab in the side, and an even sharper glare from Harleigh.

"When they got to the front, McGonagall placed a three-legged, wooden stool with a worn hat on top front and center.

The worn hat had a mouth that ripped open and it began to sing, "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your tops hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell brave of heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And you won't get in a flap!
You're safe in my hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The whole hall erupted in a round-of-applause as the song came to a close.

McGonagall coughed loudly to gain everyone's attention, "When I call your name, you will put on the sorting hat, and sit on the stool to be sorted. Abbott, Hannah!"

A timid girl approached the stool slowly.

The sorting continued to go smoothly until she reached Hermione Granger.

Hermione walked up to the stool as she whispered some of the spells from her charms textbook. She gracefully sat on the stool, and when the hat was placed over her head, she felt it come to life.

"You have a very brilliant mind, Miss Granger," the hat said, "And loyal too."

"Thank you sir," Hermione thought as her cheeks went rosy in colour.

"But for your destiny, I must put you in ..." The hat then yelled, "Gryffindor!"

With a smile, Hermione hopped off the stool and practically ran over to the table of lions.

Eventually McGonagall reached Harleigh's name on her list.

Harleigh slowly stepped forward; she took deep breaths as she sat upon the old stool. Harleigh felt the sorting hat be placed on her head as she braced herself for her fate.

"Interesting, very interesting," The hat mumbled.

"Why, hello there, Mr. Patrick," Harleigh thought.

"You are a special one aren't you? No one ever remembers the name I was given. Where to put you...? You are one difficult one to sort, but you want to be put in Slytherin so your mother will be happy," Patrick realised

"She is not my mother," Harleigh hissed.

"Do not fret darling, I know. As I was saying, you also want to be placed were you will fit in best," Patrick mused, "You are brave, loyal, smart, and cunning, but for your destiny to be fulfilled you'll be..." Patrick then shouted, "Gryffindor."

Harleigh's smile didn't reach her eyes as she made her way over to where Hermione was sitting at Gryffindor table.

More names were called including Neville, who was sorted in Gryffindor; Draco, who joined Slytherin; and "Potter, Harry!"

A pin drop could be heard as everyone went silent in preparation of Harry's sorting.

Patrick, once again, came to life, "Hmm," he mused, "Very difficult, very difficult. Just like your god-sister."

"My god-sister?" Harry wondered, as his brain tried to make sense of the comment.

"You'll soon find out, my boy, now where to put you? Oh I know," Patrick then yelled, "Gryffindor!"

Harry smiled, and ran over to his new friend; he completely forgot the god-sister comment for the moment. Harry's cheeks reddened as all of Gryffindor was cheering for their new addition.

After a few more people, "Weasley, Ron," was called.

Patrick wasn't on Ron's head for very long because all he said was "I know what you're up to Weasley," Then he shouted, "Slytherin!"

The whole hall was silently watching as Ron remained frozen on the stool in shock.

"Mr. Weasley," McGonagall urged the boy to move, "To your table, now."

The Headmaster stood up sharply, "There must have been some mistake; he can't be in Slytherin," his voice boomed, "He must be re-sorted."

"Now, now, Headmaster; you know that isn't allowed. Mr. Weasley to your table," McGonagall said sternly, as Ron dragged his feet over to Slytherin table in a daze.