I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER EVEN IF I WANT some OC are mine.

Only Daphne and Harry would be older in this story

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My name is Harry Potter and I am 11 years old.

I live with my aunt Petunia Dursley and uncle Vernon Dursley in number 4 Privet Drive,Surrey along their son Dudley. After 10 years of dreaming about leaving them I finally got my chance when a letter came. It was unlike any other letter and I was shocked not because it was a weird letter without any stamp but it was addressed to me. I thought it might be from the library but I had returned every book and there weren't any in my possession right now.

After reading the letter I was even more confused. Wizard? There were wizards? It can't be real can it? The detail on the letter was so much defined and it looked real that it didn't crossed my mind that Dudley was playing a prank at me. They said they awaited reply through an owl. That will clear it if it was a prank or not .Then I looked outside my window and saw an owl now I was even surer and all the weird things that happened to me might be because I wasn't normal because I was special.

I remembered Dudley screaming in terror when I was angry because he told his parents I bullied a boy to give me some money, running away from Dudley when I was younger and ending up on roof of class and so on. I was elated and double checked the name and yes it was Harry James Potter. They even got my bedroom right cupboard under the stairs.

Then the next day I went and told my relatives while making breakfast for them the next morning

"Aunt Petunia do you know anything about wizards?"I said

All the conversations stopped Dudley smirked at me thinking I was in trouble.

"What do you mean boy and where did you heard about them?"Vernon shouted at the top of his voice

"I got a letter addressed to me that told me I was one and I replied to them they said they would send me someone today to pick me up for shopping for my school "I told them and as an afterthought added "my new wizard school if what they say is true"

Vernon went red and I knew he is going to bring the house down any second now by shouting aunt Petunia wasn't any better she was opening and closing her mouth but no words were coming from it.

"We swore Petunia that this brat won't be allowed to go we swore we will kick out this abnormality from him "Said Vernon

"You knew?"I asked

"Of course we did how couldn't I" said aunt Petunia "My perfect sister Lily was one after she got her letter when she was 11 she went to that Freak place and learned god knows what. It was only I who saw for what she was a freak. For my parents she was wonderful a witch in a family. Look what it did she got herself killed by an dark lord freak and we got landed with you"

"Killed? My parents were killed? You told me they died in car crash how could –"before I could say anymore the doorbell rang and my aunt and uncle shared a look of horror .thinking I could ask the people from wizarding world about this dark lord and exited about to meet my first connection to wizarding world I went to open the door.

There was a stern looking old women in the door she said, "You must be Mr. Potter, I am Professor Minerva McGonagall and I teach transfiguration at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry"

I said, "Yes madam I am Harry Potter and thanks for coming to pick me up."

She looked me with a little appreciation after I thanked her and I made a mental note that this teacher would be hard to impress and I should be on my best behavior when I was around her.

"So I assume you know about the wizarding world Mr. Potter?"Asked the Professor

"Not much maam my relatives didn't told me about it "my voice was bitter when I said that and added "I only know how much the letter told "and added "professor" as an afterthought.

"Not unexpected "she murmured and said "Come on I am also collecting another muggleborn witch and I will explain you at her residence "

"What is muggleborn professor?"I asked

"It's a term used for a first generation witch or wizard in other terms a magical person having non magical parents" She explained

I froze there were going to be good for nothing normal people .They always bullied me when I was younger .My relatives call me freak because I am more special than them and magical world accepted them? That is so unfair.

"If they are muggles why do we have to get them cant we leave them to their perfect word "there was so much venom in my words that professor took a step back and narrowed her eyes.

She looked at me disappointing but I could care less my imagination of perfect wizarding world was ruined .I should have known not to expect too much .I should have known I would be disappointed.

She said sternly"Mr. Potter I don't know what happened to you at your relatives but they are magical and have every right to learn magic at Hogwarts along with you. Your mother was also a muggleborn and your parents would have been disappointed to see you speak that way."

Then she told me to hold her arm and told me not to let go and disappeared.

One hour after that we were at the Grangers residence with an irritating, annoying two siblings Nikki and Hermione Granger who by the looks of things both couldn't keep their mouth shut. Nikki was of my age and Hermione was two years younger than me both had their name on Hogwarts record book according to McGonagall and Hermione would be joining two years after. McGonagall explained to us about the classes we will have along with our houses and suddenly Slytherin looked kind of good to me where I could stay away from the muggles. Then she told us about a dark lord Voldemort and how my parents died where Grangers gave me a look of pity but I was calm and collected myself.

Inside I was seething why the hell they had to defy him. That dark lord surely sounded Powerful. Why couldn't they stay out of war they should have stopped fighting when I was born .Look what it did to me when they fought for muggles.

"Ok Professor I am ready to go now" said the elder bushy I mean Nikki Granger

Her father said "Be on your best behavior"

"Ok dad "she replied

Then professor McGonagall told us to take her hand and explained about apparating to Granger.

We reached a pub with the name of leaky cauldron and went to its back where there was a wall but not for long because when professor McGonagall tapped it with her wand it opened. The wall literally opened to an alley. I could really get used to it I looked at Granger and sure her mouth was one of shock.

Then the professor took us to a tall imposing building which was wizarding bank run by goblins .Nikki and professor went to exchange the muggle money while as I went to my vault.

I was mesmerized .I didn't expected to be so filthy rich but who was I to complain the goblin explained to me about the wizarding currency and I took enough to last a year.

Then we shopped for our books I took some extra books on wizarding laws, customs along with some books on beginner spells and a book called Hogwarts a history. I also added a beginner dark arts book when the professor was turning her back.

Then we went to clothing store called Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions where I met someone.

She was pretty and had black eyes and blonde hair and I was about to speak when Nikki being an idiot she is blabbed "hello are you a first year? I am. My parents are dentists and I grew up in muggle world and didn't know about the wizarding world before the letter came. Then we were even more surprised to learn that my younger sister was also a witch it's so amazing .I can't wait it must be so fascinating in wizarding world .Sorry I haven't introduced myself my name in Nikki Granger."

"Daphne Greengrass. Who are you are you her friend?"She asked me ignoring Nikki

"I am not her friend and my name is Harry James Potter "I said curtly Nikki looked hurt due to both of our behavior but I could care less. "But I grew up in that blasted muggle world and knew I was a wizard only after getting my letter "I threw a disgusted look to Nikki.

Then Nikki got called by Madam Malkin and went away.

Daphne smiled and said "My grandfather was friend with your grandfather and our fathers knew each other but they weren't not so much close as our grandfathers "and added, "you know you could always check out about your family history in books or go to the bank they might have something in your family vault"

"No there is nothing I just went into my trust vault"

"I didn't meant your trust vault but your family vault "said Daphne

"Hey thanks I should go check it out sometime" said I and added after thinking "though I don't know how to come here. How do wizards travel?"

Just then someone called "Daphne it's late we need to go home"

Daphne looked at me and said, "I should get going Harry it was nice to meet you and I guess we would see each other on 1st September. I will owl you about knight bus and how to use it along with some books on family history. It was nice meeting you"

"Same here I am glad I met some decent people before reaching Hogwarts I would have gone crazy if I didn't knew there as at least a person unlike Granger on Hogwarts "I then turned went back to shopping

Nikki POV

Why should the professor had to pick me with Potter just from his look he looked like he hated me and he hasn't said a single word to me even after I tried talking to him.

I didn't have any friends in school only my sister and me as if being intelligent was a crime 'teacher's pet' that's what they called me and it hurt every time.

Then after the letter came I thought this was it my chance to make new friends and that Potter came.

I haven't even spoke to him no not even saw him before today and he was looking to me as if I was trash I didn't knew what to say.

Then on that robe shop after Potter asked if we can make some muggle clothing I saw a girl looking at her I knew if she maintained her body she was going to be a knockout .then I went forward and said ," hello are you a first year? I am. My parents are dentists and I grew up in muggle world and didn't know about the wizarding world before the letter came. Then we were even more surprised to learn that my younger sister was also a witch it's so amazing .I can't wait it must be so fascinating in wizarding world .Sorry I haven't introduced myself my name in Nikki Granger."

She didn't even look at me and said "Daphne Greengrass "then ignored me turned towards Potter and asked "Who are you are you her friend?"

WHAT! I tried to talk to her and she choose Potter.

"I am not her friend and my name is Harry James Potter "Potter said curtly and I was hurt I mean we haven't spoke but he could have let it go. "But I grew up in that blasted muggle world and knew I was a wizard only after getting my letter "he threw a disgusted look at me .I was shocked. So that's it he doesn't like muggles in general that doesn't mean he could go on hating every muggleborn or muggle he meets I was going to tell him that when madam Malkin called me saying my robes were ready and I went to get them.

After some time Madam Malkin told me to call Potter and tell him to collect all his purchases of both muggle and wizarding world and I went to get him and froze "Same here I am glad I met some decent people before reaching Hogwarts I would have gone crazy if I didn't knew there was at least a person unlike Granger on Hogwarts "then he turned and approached me he didn't even cared if I heard him I looked past him and saw Greengrass looking back and smiling at him.

What the HELL!

Daphne POV

I don't know what happened but I liked talking to Harry. It was widely known that Potters liked muggles but Harry was unique .Even after growing up in muggle world he didn't liked them? I didn't thought much about it then but now what was I thinking about sending him an owl what if it sounded like...arghhhhhhh. He didn't sound offended but exited so it doesn't matter and again it feels great have met someone other than the purebloods that I always meet on gatherings.

I felt a little bad about Granger though but I needed to show to public that I didn't liked mingling with muggle borns. It sure was frustrating sometimes but that is how life is.

It isn't fair.

Harry POV

Wands at last I hope Granger has finished getting her wand when I went to get an owl for me it sure as hell sounded useful. So I got a black eagle which cost me twice as much as normal owl would but I could care less it looked cool.

I then entered the wand shop and saw Granger and Professor McGonagall paying for the wand and an old man eying me.

"Ah yes," said the man. "Yes, yes. I thought I'd be seeing you soon. Harry Potter." It wasn't a question. "You have your mother's eyes. It seems only yesterday she was in here herself, buying her first wand. Ten and a quarter inches long, swishy, made of willow. Nice wand for charm work."

Mr. Ollivander moved closer to me. I wished he would blink. Those silvery eyes were a bit creepy.

"Your father, on the other hand, favored a mahogany wand. Eleven inches. Pliable. A little more power and excellent for transfiguration. Well, I say your father favored it — it's really the wand that chooses the wizard, of course."

"Hold out your arm. That's it." He measured Harry from shoulder to finger, then wrist to elbow, shoulder to floor, knee to armpit and round his head. As he measured, he said, "Every Ollivander wand has a core of a powerful magical substance, Mr. Potter. We use unicorn hairs, phoenix tail feathers, and the heartstrings of dragons. No two Ollivander wands are the same, just as no two unicorns, dragons, or phoenixes are quite the same. And of course, you will never get such good results with another wizard's wand."

I suddenly realized that the tape measure, which was measuring between his nostrils, was doing this on its own. Mr. Ollivander was flitting around the shelves, taking down boxes.

"That will do," he said, and the tape measure crumpled into a heap on the floor. "Right then, Mr. Potter. Try this one. Beachwood and dragon heartstring. Nine inches. Nice and flexible. Just take it and give it a wave."

I tried and tried. I had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier he seemed to become.

Then at last went to the back door and brought out a wand which looked beautiful he said "try it" and looked more eagerly at me.

Nikki was asking some questions to professor about god knows what and they were not paying attention to me but all that changed when I touched the wand it gave a flash and there was a green light enveloping it.

"I would like to have a word with Mr. Potter about his wand in private "said and I followed him

He said "This wand is a very powerful wand Mr. Potter called The Elder Wand, variously known as the Deathstick, the Wand of Destiny, the Eldruhn Wand, and the Ellhorn Wand it has never chosen a wizard other than its first owner until now" he added " Research about this wand but keep it secret you don't want wizards wanting your blood because of this wand do you"

"No sir I will keep it a secret" I said

"I'll expect great thing from you Mr. Potter but make sure the things you do are not terrible"

After finishing our shopping Professor McGonagall left me to the Dursleys after telling me how to get inside platform 9 3/4.

I went inside with a smile on my face recalling what a great day it was and thought when I will get the promised mail from Daphne so I could visit the alley again.

Nikki POV

After leaving Potter to his relatives we apparated to my home. Then I couldn't stop myself from asking "Professor McGonagall why do the wizards hate me"

Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes "Did Mr. Potter told you something bad Miss. Granger"

"No maam he didn't even spoke to me, he didn't even responded to me nor any of my questions and there was another girl named Daphne Greengrass they got along fine but didn't wanted to talk to me at least Greengrass told her name"

"Think nothing of it Miss. Granger some wizarding family think they are supreme and muggle borns are trash show them they are not but don't take it to your heart most of the wizarding population would not be like them" then she muttered to herself "Lily and James would be rolling on their graves after what their son did by only learning he was not a muggle born some hours ago if it continues maybe I should talk to Albus about him"

In the years to come Minerva McGonagall would regret not talking about her day with a particular boy with green eyes and messy hair with Albus Dumbledore.

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