I am re-editing this.
"Harry Potter, here, at Hogwarts, Weasley Ron Weasley." The boy who had just barged into their cart spoke with a arrogant attitude.
Harry watched as the Ginger haired kid reached out his hand, blocking his conversation with Draco.
"Hi." Harry simply stated to him, ignoring his handshake.
Draco watched as he sneered at the pair then stalked off.
"What as that all about?"
"The Weasley Family, were secret followers of 'You Know Who', I would not be surprised if they wanted to 'take you under their wing,' Not all Weasleys are bad, The Twins Fred and George are not Death Eaters and do not follow the same 'practices' neither do the elder brother Charlie."
"Ok..." Harry continued to look out of the window.
"Draco Malfoy.. Slytherin." The sorting hat called.
"Harry Potter... Slytherin."
"Hermione Granger... Ravenclaw."
Harry ran over and stood next to Draco who seemed pretty relieved to have a friend within his house. He looked up at the Teachers Table, Professor Snape nodded to the to young boys, Dumbledore seemed to be contemplating, the other staff seemed not interested in thesorting. Harry had never seen as much food, he was given basic rations at his Aunts and Uncles house, watching everyone else tuck in, he followed suit.
"Mr Potter, may I have a word?"
Harry looked up to find his head of house looking at him. Harry nodded and followed him to the Potions classroom.
"You do have your Mothers eyes." Snape said to the young man.
"You... You knew my mother?" Harry gasped, no one other than Hagrid had spoke about his mother.
"Yes, she was my first friend, allow me to show you." The potions teacher took him to a private room and showed him some images he had of Lily.
Once Harry had seen several photographs, he jumped in and gave him a hug, shocking Snape.
Harry couldn't wait until coming back for his second year, his first year had gone off without a hitch, or so he thought, he didn't understand why the week before Halloween Professor Quirrell had lost his job, he wasn't very good anyway, that was probably the reason. He had made fantastic friends with Draco and Hermione, all three were the brightest in the year and constantly challenged each other to be better. As he packed his bag, Dobby the house elf appeared before him.
"Harry Potter, I have been sent by Professor Snape, he says you must come with me now." Dobby then held onto Harry's hand and apparated them back to Spinners end.
"Sir, why am I here?" Harry spoke with a bit more confidence than he thought he had.
"We have information that Arthur Weasley was going to accidentally bump into you at Asda this weekend and put a dangerous artifact into your possession."
Harry only nodded, he was not sure if he wanted to know more. with that a pop of Apparition shook him from his thought.
"All taken care of Professor." The Ginger haired man spoke to Severus.
"William, allow me to introduce Mr Harry Potter, Harry, This is William Weasley, I believe you already know his younger brothers, Harry here was involved in a fair amount of Fred and George's pranks this year."
The two young men shook hands and finished talking before Harry went to a Hogwarts for a pretty straight forward year.
Third year started and the first night passed by like a blur.
Dinner was the usual, an array of food.
Conversation was minimal.
Harry and Draco had taken to walking Hermione back to her tower every evening.
"A Pureblood, a Half Blood and Mudblood walked into a bar..." Ron Weasley started as he rushed past the trio with Daphne Greengrass and Crabbe and Goyle.
Waking up in the Middle of the night, Harry found a hooded figure stood above him where he was apparated to a Graveyard, as he fell to the floor, two Ginger hair men held him whilst the hooded figure withdrew Harry's blood and added it to the potion, adding spells as he stirred.
'Let It Drawn.' Was all Harry thought, with that the cauldron exploded alerting Aurors of unknown activity, causing Death Eaters to flee before the ritual completed..
Severus appeared and took Harry back to Hogwarts where he gave him a Calming Draft and a sleeping potion.
The next few years had gone rather smoothly until Draco found a rather large whelp mark across Harry's back, forcing him to tell Draco all about his life at the Dursleys.
This is where the story starts, enjoy :]