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Harry Potter lived with his aunt, uncle and cousin.
Why?
Simple.
His parents were dead.
As soon as his aunt and uncle found somewhere suitably cheap, they carted him off to boarding school... at the other end of the country.
New Place.
New School.
New People.
New Bullies.
Fan-bloody-tastic.
He always got bullied.
No matter what he did,
How he dressed,
Or what grades he got.
He supposed his looks in general screamed 'bully me, I can't defend myself'.
This was because he was short, shy and wore glasses.
And the scar on his fore-head didn't help.
He was told that was the result of the parents car crash, the one that killed them.
Making friends wasn't hard for him, its just the people that bullied him scared them off.
But Harry didn't complain, or cry.
Not once had he ever cried, not even shed a single tear.
He was sat on the train that his uncle had put him on, the one that would take him to his new school.
Hogwarts High.
Just because they were happy they'd gotten rid of him for all but six weeks of the year, they'd brought him the uniform.
Instead of dyeing some of Dudley's (his cousin's) old clothes the uniform colours, like they did for his previous schools.
He was just glad that Dudley wouldn't be attending the same school as him.
As the train pulled into the station Harry silently prayed that the Representative from the school hadn't left yet.
Because of the traffic, Harry had missed the first train, that only ran once an hour and it was an all-day train journey, so it was getting close to Midnight when he stepped onto the platform.
He looked around, there was a large man with shaggy black hair and a beard sat on the bench, who got up when he saw Harry.
Harry looked up as the giant neared him.
The man had to be at least seven feet tall, maybe taller.
"Harry Potter?" he asked.
"Y-yes."
"I'm Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and caretaker of Hogwarts High. Just call me Hagrid"
"Hello." said Harry, it seemed the only suitable thing to say.
"I'll carry your case for ya'," said Hagrid, picking up with ease.
"Thank you,"
"Now I'm afraid we'll have to walk, you see cars don' exactly agree wi' me."
"That's okay,"
Hagrid set off, Harry had to run to keep up with his giant strides.
"I were beginning to think you weren't coming, but Dumbledor says 'Wait all night if you have to' and if Dumbledor says it, I'll do it. Dumbledor is the 'eadmaster of the school by the way."
"Um, Hagrid, do you think we could, slow down a bit?" panted Harry
"Oh sorry, o' course"
When they reached the main gates Harry could see someone stood outside the front door of the school. When they got closer, he could see that it was a woman in her late fifties, wearing a tartan dressing gown and slippers. She looked particularly strict.
"Mr. Potter, I see you finally decided to join us. Would you care to explain why you are so late?" the woman was Scottish, and by the tone of her voice Harry could tell it wasn't a question, it was an order.
"I missed the first train here, miss"
"Mr. Potter I understand that the rules at your old school very well may have been different, but here you will address all your teachers as Professor. Tardiness will not be taken lightly, and playing truant is not advised. Purely because of your late arrival, I will excuse you from your classes tomorrow, but you will be expected to collect your timetable from the main office in the morning. Hagrid, could you show Mr. Potter to his dormitory please."
"O' course Professor. This way 'arry," Hagrid led the way and Harry followed at his heals.
Hagrid led him up several flights of stairs, down several corridors and they stopped at a portrait of a fat lady. Harry was about to asked why Hagrid had stopped, but Hagrid had pushed one of the bricks further into the wall and the painting had swung forwards to reveal an archway. "Go on then." said Hagrid, obviously telling Harry to go through.
On the other side of the archway was a large room full of mismatched chairs, sofa's and tables, there was a fire place in the center of one wall, on each side of the fire place there was a staircase, both leading away from each other, on the far side of the room was a grand piano. There was a girl sat at the piano, playing moonlight sonata by Beethoven. He looked round to Hagrid, who put a finger to his lips, telling him to be quiet. After a while the girl yawned, gathered her music and made her way up one of the staircases.
"Tha' was Lexy, she's in fourth year, same as you. I suggest you don' mention this to anyone, she don' have the best reputation for taking things well." Hagrid said to Harry in a whisper. (A/N: I forgot to mention earlier that they're in their in their fourth year at this point) "Now go up those stairs, turn right, an' follow the corridor until you come to room fifteen. Tha' is your dorm room, the boys in there sleep like logs but try not to wake um'."
Harry took his trunk from Hagrid, bade him goodnight and went up the stairs. Room fifteen was easy enough to find, the numbers were printed on the door in gold leaf and were four inches tall. There were five beds in the room, two bunk-beds and one single, Harry lay his trunk at the bottom of the vacant one, which was thankfully the bottom bunk. He kicked his shoes off and lay down fully clothed on top of the bed sheets and drifted off to sleep.
