I don't Harry Potter (this includes books, movie, etc.)
I know I'm already doing something like this but I wanted to try a different approach to see how this scenario would work.
In this cause, the Potters are all alive, Harry is more indifferent and doesn't really like being a wizard and he is more of a loner. So let's see how this goes.
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I was born like every other child in this world, with a mother and father. I was born in the summer and my dad held me in his arms as my mother rested after her labor. I was a normal baby…well a normal baby in the world of wizards that is.
I had two caring parents who were also magical and my godfather who also loved me dearly. I was just like any other child.
Then a weird man in black came I tried to kill my parents and me. I don't remember what had happened but for some reason the man died. It was such a blur and my parents had no clue of what happened that night. Yet a man named Albus Dumbledore proclaimed me as the Boy-Who-Lived.
Since then…so much has changed. My parents were…not really parents anymore. More like managers like a celebrity or rock star would have. Instead of playing with my toys or taking me to the beach like we used to as a family, now they took me to extravagant parties and to train my magic. It wasn't really fun to be around my mom and dad. Whenever I would say, "Hey lets go to the park" or "Let's do something together" my parents would ever say "Sorry I have an interview with some magazine" or "Well you do need to begin your training for the day."
We no longer sat around the dinner table lime a family either. I usually ate alone while my parents were out as the "Parents of the Chosen Child."
I stopped trying to be around my parents after awhile; they were too…busy now.
I spent most of my time reading and or going out to see movies and plays in London. To me, the "muggle" forms of entertainment my parents didn't like, seemed more interesting and appealing then the boring banter of the wizards my parents forced me to hang around.
Movies, books, plays, and art of the muggle world was so vast and amazing that I often wished I was just a normal kid with parents that would take me to see movies once in a while. It seemed that the older I got, the more the world of magic grew less appealing.
When I turned eleven, my parents were ecstatic, I was pretty much uninterested. My birthdays were like giant circuses that had hundreds of people I don't know and children who only wanted to be friends with the "Boy-Who-Lived" not Harry Potter.
I was finally sent my letter to attend Hogwarts, some wizard school. I really didn't want to go to be perfectly honest. I had my eye on a liberal arts private school in London that focused not only on the arts but also history, literature and sciences. It was like a dream, this school was everything I wanted it to be down to the last detail.
Yet, my parents would never let me into a muggle school, they wanted me to be a Gryffindor at Hogwarts.
I still made out the applications form for the school I wouldn't be able to attend until I'm thirteen but until then I can find a way to get myself out of this ridiculous school.
I was at the Hogwarts Express, surrounded by cameras as usual, my parents waving and smiling. It was so embarrassing. I felt like an exhibit in a museum.
My parents waved good bye, they didn't really hug me anymore for whatever reason. Maybe not to wrinkle their expensive robes.
I sat in a compartment alone; it was nice to enjoy some peace and quiet for a change. I decided to nap for a while until I heard someone.
"Blimey you're HARRY POTTER."
Oh perfect another fan, I nodded at him and took out my book on astronomy to try and ignore him but he kept talking about being best mates and wizard stuff.
I put on my best, "I don't care, leave me alone" look but that didn't stop him from talking for a minute. He said his name was Ron or something but I really didn't care
Finally, I got up and left the car, he kept calling after me but I ignored him.
I found a small car that was empty in the back of the train. I sat down and started to read my book again. Peace and quiet, is that too much to ask?
After several hours, we were at the school. It was dark out and I soon saw that the school was some giant castle. I smiled, "A good place to get lost in…and no body to find me either."
When we got on the school grounds, I was approached by some girl with bushy hair. She started talking to me about books and I was immediately interested.
FINALLY someone who was interested in books. I asked her about some famous poets and writers, she knew them all! Oh happy day!
She said her name was Hermione Granger, a muggle-born wizard she said but that didn't bother me at all. All that mattered was that there was someone who shared my passion for muggle literature and knowledge.
Eventually we reached a large hall full of students. Hermione explained that first years are sorted into houses by the sorting hat. A hat that sorted students? How bizarre.
It was my turn after a while; I heard the whispers and comments. I ignored them and sat on the chair. The hat was placed on my head.
"Difficult…very difficult you're extremely intelligent but you seem to…lack interest in magic. I can't really blame you with your upbringing. I do support your idea of going to the school you like so much. It would really be a perfect fit for you. Let's see…hufflepuff is NO GOOD at all. Slytherin would be good…Gryffindor is NO GOOD AT ALL for you. Your brave yes but not prideful and boasting. Hmm…wel the ravenclaws are smart and quiet…hmm…better be…."
"RAVENCLAW!"
Harry smiled and was about to sit at the ravenclaw table when the headmaster stopped him. "Harry Potter…surely there must be some mistake. Perhaps you would try again, maybe the hat made a mistake."
I heard the hat grumble. I was placed back on the chair with the hat.
"I STAND BY WHAT I SAID WAS BEST FOR YOU."
"RAVENCLAW!"
The headmaster looked rather unpleased, like I cared.
I sat at the table, a little unnerved by the headmaster. I knew that he wanted me to be a Gryffindor but too bad. Life isn't always what you want it to be.
Oh I can't wait to see the looks on my parents.
Hermione was also a Ravenclaw, we sat together and talked more. We got into a great discussion about Ancient warfare used during the time of the Roman Empire.
I was so happy to finally meet someone like me.
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