[ a/n ]
Well, seeing that I'm currently unsuccessful in trying to write a creative story, as in not fanfiction, I HAVE RETURNED!

For my old readers, you would probably be wondering why on earth am I using my time to write this brand new story while I have been leaving you guys hanging with 'Harry's vows' for months now... I'm just well, not in the mood, I guess... But have no fear! It's halfway done and will be published on a very special occasion that I have yet to decide on.
Sorry...

ANYWAY, to my new readers, HULLO! I hope you enjoy your stay with me, because I will be ripping your heart out to shreds before putting it back with super glue and smashing it once again... ( at least that's what I think I'm capable of doing )

Anyway, next chapter is the first one, and it will start in sixth year! The events of the previous years will be recapped and mentioned quite a lot, so you will know what's going on in this...* gesturing vaguely at my head *

Also, this might get a little steamy at times, if I'm in the mood, though I'm 13/14 so it won't be going all the way, just a heads up!

DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH:
- drarry
- cursing
- disability insults
- mention of sex, or innuendos.
( ain't I dark minded for a 13/14 year-old )
- some other stuff, but also dark themes.
- lgbt

That would be all for now, I guess. Enjoy your stay!

Love,
- Aggan

Disclaimer:
- All rights belong to J.K. Rowling, as involved characters, events, places, etc.

- Music/Drawings/Painting/Literature, basically all forms of art, are NOT mine unless stated otherwise.

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" Wake up, kiddo! It's school day." Exclaimed a black haired man as he barged into the eleven year-old's room.

Harry woke up with a start, and was greeted with the familiar darkness. Yawning, he reached for his glasses on the bedside table. Since he had been waiting so long for school to start, it wasn't that much of a surprise when the lenses were exceptionally clean.

" Well well, isn't someone excited for school?" Harry heard a laugh before feeling Sirius's familiar hand ruffling his hair. Smiling, he turned to the older man, and nodded.

" Great! Go to the washroom, and remember to come downstairs early enough for breakfast, yeah?" Sirius smiled to himself when the little kid gave him a cheeky grin.

" You bet, uncle Siri." Reaching for his cane, Harry made his way to the washroom. Harry gave the air a little sniff, and was cheered up because he could tell that it was going to be a wonderful day. There was a little smell of lavender, then a bit of ash, mixed with the delicious smell of fresh apples.

Brushing his teeth, Harry hummed a tune to himself. He was finally, finallly, going to Hogwarts. When the letter had arrived a few weeks ago, on his birthday, Harry had hurt his throat by begging Remus to let him go. The man had insisted that Harry should stay homeschooled, but Sirius and Harry had had none of it. It started with the begging, then the demanding, then they had to wait for Remus's guilt trip to arrive. It took approximately two days before he finally let out a sigh and pulled out his white flag. Harry had been giddy ever since, as both men had noticed since his glasses seemed to be getting clearer everyday.

" Harry, I give you two minutes to drag your butt down here before I eat your treacle tarts." Sirius shouted. Hurriedly, Harry dragged himself downstairs, almost forgetting to get dressed in the prrocess.

Thankfully, he was hit with the scent of newly baked tarts, and slowed down. Sirius did not dare to touch his tarts, he just knew it.

" Hurry up, Harry! We're gonna be late." And to think, Harry was the one starting school, not Sirius.
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"Alright, Harry, this is it. You are going to have a guide, meaning an older student to help with things like warning before the staircase changes, or read your maps. Remember, if you feel uncomfortable, just tell the Headmaster or your Head Of House, yeah?" Harry nodded half-heartedly. He was busy listening to the bustling of other people, children and adults alike. It's been a long time since he had been in contact with so many people.

" Okay, you can go on now. Owl us everyday!" Called Remus, but Sirius whispered in his ear that he only needed to write once a week when he led Harry to the train door.

" Just follow the hall, and use your ears to see if anybody's in there. Shoosh, now!" Harry felt a little push at his back, and turned around to give Sirius a grin.

He waved at him, hoping he was in the right direction.
" Bye uncle Siri, uncle Remy!"
" Bye Pronglet!"

Fortunately, Harry didn't hit anyone ( badly ) with his cane as he made his way down the hallway. Using his hand to feel a door, he slid it open, and listened. No breathing nor talking, it was vacant. Sighing, he folded his cane and sat down on the bench, leaning his head against the glass window.

It wasn't long before there was a knock on the door, Hogwarts was the only wizardry school in England after all.

" Uh, can I sit here? All the other compartments are taken." Came a nervous voice, and Harry turned to their direction, smiling and nodding.

" Yes, sure. I'd love to have some company here." He heard a nervous laugh, a little shift, and a sound of coats scraping on the opposite bench.

Another shuffle, then he heard the person, who Harry decided was a boy, talking again.

" I'm Ron Weasley, and you are?" The boy sounded really uncomfortable, like he was scared of offending Harry. So he smiled at the other boy, and drew out his hand.

" I'm Harry Potter. " There was a silent pause, before Harry felt Ron's chubby hand took his and gave it a light shake.

" Harry Potter? But that means you are, you know, The Boy Who Lived?" Harry nodded.
" So do you have the, well-" Harry knew what he was asking, and used his hand to hold up the fringe of his hair, showing his scar.
" Yup!" It had been a long time since Harry had been asked to show his scar, with the last time being the curious clerk at the grocery store.

" Wicked!" Exclaimed Ron, seemingly amazed with Harry's scar.

The silence fell again, and Harry broke the bubble.
" So, tell me how you look, Ron." He heard Ron's nervous laughter once again.

" I have ginger hair, and that's about it, really. All the members of my family has it, and we have the same blue eyes." He was a ginger! Like Harry's mum.

" Ginger ginger get out of the way
You'll have blue hair if you stay..." Harry sang, and that made Ron laugh genuinely, not sounding nervous for the first time.

" That's actually my favourite song!" He said in between laughter, and Harry felt a sense of accomplishment. He had just made his first friend in a very long while.
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