This may or may not be a one shot. It depends on what you think.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, why would I write fan-fiction if I did?
Not What You Expected
The Entire Wizarding World was a buzz with happiness and some with anger. Today was September the first and Harry Potter was going to Hogwarts.
A crowed of people crammed onto the platform to get a look at their savior. All missed the small, black haired boy who climbed onto the train. People pushed past him, some knocked him down, and others just ignored him.
In the last compartment at the end of the train sat Harry Potter. He was nervous about his first year at Hogwarts, but happy to be away from his family. He reached into his trunk for a book to read to pass the time. Harry's trunk was not a standard trunk that most first years had. His trunk was a multi-compartment trunk. On section was for clothes which he needed to go shopping for, one was a large four bedroom apartment with a kitchen and lounge area, another section was for his books, and the last section was a training area. If he needed more room all he had to do was say "add compartment."
Harry lost himself in his book, Hogwarts: The Real History. He was reading this book because he wanted to be prepared for whatever the wizarding world would throw at him. Finishing the chapter he wanted to read, he put the book back into his trunk and stared out of the window. The train should be leaving soon. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the train jerked into motion.
Harry thought about the letter he received from the Goblin when he and Hagrid were at Gringotts. He had stuffed it into his oversized pants and waited until he was back at the Dursley's home before he read it. It was a letter his mother had left for him. She wanted him to try as hard as he could and to be the best he could be. There was also a part that said that as he aged, letters would be given to him. He couldn't wait! He had noticed that he was a lot like his mother. He loved to learn, but had to hide his thirst for any type of knowledge from the Dursley's. Harry's thoughts were interrupted as the compartment door slid open.
"Hello, do you mind if I sit here?" A bushy brown haired girl asked.
"No not at all." Harry replied.
The girl sat across Harry and stuck her hand out. "My name is Hermione Granger."
Harry reached over and shook her hand. "My name is Harry Potter."
Just as those words left his mouth, two more boys entered the compartment.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" A brown haired boy asked.
"Not at all." Harry and Hermione replied.
The other boy, a red head, stared at Harry. Harry turned to him and raised an eyebrow.
"Is there a problem?" Harry asked.
"Your Harry Potter!" The red haired boy yelled.
"Yes, though there is no need to yell." Harry said.
"Can I see your scar?" The red haired boy asked while walking into the compartment uninvited and pushed the boy who had entered before him out of the way. The red haired boy sat down next to Harry and looked at him with a wide eyed expression. His eyes told what emotions were, awe and jealously.
"What the hell does he have to be jealous about?" Harry thought.
"Can I see your scar?" The boy repeated.
"No." Harry answered shortly while reaching to help the other boy who had fallen to the floor up.
"Why?" The red haired boy asked.
"Because I don't want to. Harry replied. I'd rather not show it around and besides, it makes me remorseful."
"Why would it make you feel remorseful? I think it would be cool to have a scar like that. Maybe you're just too stuck up to want to show me your scar. You think your better than me because your famous!" The red haired boy finished in a yell.
Harry stood up and faced the raging red head.
"Do you know why I have this scar?" Harry asked.
"Because you defeated You-Know-Who." The red haired boy replied.
"No. I have this scar because my parents were murdered by a psychopathic hypocrite. You see some battle wound. I see a child with a scar from the night he lost his family." Harry said calmly.
"But you get everything! You have fame and-and…." The red head began to say, but was cut off.
"What do I have?" Harry asked.
The red head spluttered.
"I think you should leave." The boy who had been knocked over said.
"Who asked you what you think Longbottom?" The red head said nastily.
Harry got an angry look on his face and said quietly, but calmly with a hint of anger, "Leave. You are no longer welcome here."
The red head glared and left the compartment.
Harry sat down and turned to the other boy in the compartment. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself.
"Hi, my name is Harry Potter."
"My name is Neville Longbottom." The boy, Neville replied.
Neville turned and introduced himself to Hermione. After introductions were made, a blonde haired boy, flanked by two large boys, and a thin dark-skinned boy entered the compartment.
"I heard that Harry Potter was in this compartment. The blonde haired boy said. Are you him?" He asked looking at Harry.
"Yes I am." Harry replied.
The blonde boy stuck his hand out and introduced himself. "My name is Draco Malfoy." Harry shook his hand. Draco looked around the compartment and a sneer slowly crept onto his face. "You will find, Potter, that some families are better than others. I can help you there."
Harry raised his eyebrow. "I judge the person, not the family." He said coolly.
Draco frowned, an unreadable expression crossing his face. He nodded, turned and left the compartment followed by the two large boys. The dark-skinned boy remained.
He looked at Harry in the eye, his eyes widened, and he stepped forward. He stuck out his hand and introduced himself.
"Hello, my name is Blaise Zabini."
"Harry Potter."
Neville Longbottom."
"Hermione Granger."
"Do you mind if I sit here?" Blaise asked.
The others shook their heads and Blaise pulled his trunk into the compartment and closed the door.
"So, are you guys excited about going to Hogwarts?" He asked.
"Oh yes, I can't wait. I never knew something like this existed. I thought that there was something wrong with me at first, well that or I was some odd Marvel character." Hermione said quickly.
Blaise and Harry both raised an eyebrow.
"You're a first generation witch then?" Blaise stated.
Hermione nodded her head.
"You'd want to be careful, some people are not accepting of first generation witches and wizards. They will probably use a word like "mudblood." When they talk to you." Blaise warned.
"Why would they do that?" Harry asked.
Blaise sat straighter. In the Wizarding World, there are three classifications of witches and wizards, purebloods, halfbloods, and muggleborns. Purebloods have magical parents and claim to be able to trace magic back generations, half bloods have a pureblood parent and a muggleborn parent, and a muggleborn has no magic in their family. There are many Purebloods who believe that magic should only be taught to other Purebloods. They are very old fashioned and do not like accepting new things. You will find that our world is decades behind the muggle world."
The compartment was quiet after that. An older student walked by the compartment and said that they should change into their uniforms as they would be approaching the school soon. The boys left the compartment so that Hermione could change. Once they were all changed, the train slowed down.
"LEAVE YOUR TRUNKS AND PET CARRIERS! THEY WILL BE BROUGHT TO YOUR DORMROOM AFTER THE FEAST!"
The four students walked off of the train and followed behind the other first years.
"NO MORE THAN FOUR TO A BOAT!" A loud voice boomed.
Harry, Blaise, Neville, and Hermione climbed into the boat, neither had missed the angry expression on the red head boys face.
The arrived up to the school and were greeted by a woman in an emerald green robe, with her hair in a tight bun, and a calm expression on her face.
"Thank you Hagrid." She said stiffly.
Hagrid nodded and walked past the group of first years.
"The woman in the emerald green robe led the students into the school and stopped.
"I am Professor McGonagall and I would like to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. There are four houses at Hogwarts. Those houses are Ravenclaw, Griffindor, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. Your house will be where you will stay for your seven years at Hogwarts. I must leave for now, but I will return for you shortly." With that, Professor McGonagall walked away.
Harry talked quietly with Blaise, Neville, and Hermione. The red haired boy, who Neville said was Ronald Weasley walked over and pushed Harry.
"What are you doing talking to Slytherin trash?" The Ron snarled.
Harry raised an eyebrow and dusted off his robes. "It is none of your business who I spend my time with Weasley. As for the rude comment, Slytherin trash, we have not been sorted and a house does not make the person." Harry replied coolly.
Ron growled and went to push Harry again, but was blocked by Blaise.
"His family, along with the Malfoy family is dark! They supported You-Know-Who!" Ron all but yelled.
Harry looked at Ron with a bored expression.
"That is neither here nor there, Weasley. We are nothing but children and regardless of what our family may or may not have done should not stop us from getting to know one another. Judge the person on their intent and heart, not on things their family has done. Harry said calmly as he turned his back to Ron. Oh, and Weasley, place your hands on me again and I will break them."
A man who stood in the shadows watched with an unreadable expression on his face. He turned and headed back into the Great Hall.
Professor McGonagall came out of the hall holding a scroll. "Follow me." She said stiffly.
The Great Hall was alight with floating candles and a quick mummer here and there.
"Is that Potter?"
"No of course not. Potter should be taller."
"I can't see the scar!"
Harry's expression remained blank. Blaise stole a quick glance at his new friend.
"Rude bunch of sods aren't they?" Blaise said to lighten the mood.
Harry nodded. He agreed completely.
He tuned out the song that an old looking hat sung and looked up at where the teachers sat. There was a man with a long white beard seated on a golden throne like chair.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Well someone sure thinks a lot of themselves. He thought. Harry looked around more and noticed that a man in all black was looking at the first years with a sneer planted firmly on his face. Well someone seems happy today. Harry thought.
Blaise poked Harry. Harry looked up. "What?" He asked confused.
"She's getting to the P's and your name will be called soon." He whispered back.
Harry's cheeks colored slightly.
"Thanks." He whispered back.
Blaise nodded just as Professor McGonagall called out.
"Harry Potter."
Harry walked up to a three legged stool and frowned at the hat that was placed on it.
"Put the hat on your head and sit on the stool Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall said.
"Does it have lice?" Harry asked.
"No I don't have lice." The sorting hat answered.
Harry placed the hat on his head and sat down.
"Hmmm difficult, very difficult. You have lived a hard life in such a short time. You know how to do things that even most adult wizards don't; how to fend for yourself. You have the qualities of all houses offered at Hogwarts. You have courage, intelligence, you are hard working, and you are ambitious. Hufflepuff wouldn't be the ideal house for you. You are loyal and hard working yes, but a small fault with Hufflepuff house is that many, not all, but many of them just accept the status-quo. They don't question things. Ravenclaw would help you if you with your thirst for knowledge, but Ravenclaws have a tendency to be a bit stuck up, not all of them, mind you, but they are also, in a sense, ignorant of many things. There are different types of intelligence that Ravenclaw seem to forget. Gryffindor's are too brash. Don't get me wrong, they are a brave bunch, courage too, but many of them rush into things without thinking it through. You are ambitious enough to be placed in Slytherin. Slytherin house has a bad reputation because a recent dark wizard was sorted in that house. What people fail to remember is that dark wizards come from all houses and back rounds. Well I must speed this up. You will cause a bit of a stir in any house I place you in. So I will place you in the house that best fits your personality. I will place you in….
Authors Notes: So what house do you think Harry should be in? Tell me what you want to see, and I'll see what I can do.