Harry Potter sniffled slightly from where he was sitting in the classroom. It was Halloween. A day of fun and costumes and candy. However, the five year old was in his cousin's old rags, and upset instead of playing. He had learned the lesson early on in his life.
Freaks don't deserve friends.
Dudley and Vernon had made sure of that.
The classroom was loud because the teacher was late. While they were inside, they were playing around. The room was a complete mess. Kids were screeching with laughter. Witches, monsters, Princesses, Princes, fairies, and other magical people were what they were dressed up as.
The deafening of the silence caused Harry to look up.
Two women, one of which was the dean of the school, stood before them. The strange lady had her graying hair pulled into a tight bun, wrinkles, soft brown eyes, and pale skin. She wore a green dress with a witch's hat.
"Children, this is Mrs. McGonagall. She's your substitute for today. Miss Kee got sick and had to stay at home."
"Hello Mrs. McGonagall." The woman smiled at each of them, before looking at Harry, who hadn't said anything.
He had good reason. The other substitutes didn't like him. And this lady looked stern. She would probably call on him, to make sure he talked. He didn't like to talk because his words all came out wrong. He didn't have a mummy and daddy to teach him how to talk like the others. The substitutes thought he was incompetent. He knew big words! He could read more than the other kids! But they didn't pay attention to him. Most were friends with Uncle Vernon.
"Hello, class. I figured that we can all draw pictures of what we know about Halloween. Would you like that?" Harry relaxed, he wouldn't be called on for a while.
So the kids started to draw.
Candies, other sweets, costumes, ghosts, and other Halloween decorations filled out paper.
Harry's did too, but his also had gravestones with, mummy and daddy arrows, and a car with an X on it.
The lady called them up, by name, one by one. Harry went up midway.
"I's dwewed about my mummy and daddy. Theyd dieded. Itd was a caw accident." The teacher gasped sadly, and Harry flinched. "Is miss themb."
"Thank you, Harry." Soon, lunch came, and the class went out, but the lady asked him to stay behind. "Harry, your aunt lied. A bad man hurt your parents. They went up to heaven."
"Like Aunt Sicily?" She nodded, and Harry sniffled. "Why'd theyd lied to me?"
"Oh sweetie. I'm sure they wanted to protect you a bit longer."
"Unwle Vewnon don't pwoltech me! He just looked the obwer way." Harry protested before paling. "I'm sowwy. I dinit meand it!" McGonagall frown before shaking her head, making a mental note to take it up with the headmaster when she went back to Hogwarts.
"Would you like a box of candy, Harry?" The boy hesitated before nodding. As he ate the Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Bean. Thankfully, she had removed all the nasty flavored ones. The day was spent telling ghost stories, and eating candy.