Harry Potter looked at the school he was about to enter a boarding school in Scotland that his parents had signed him up for. He'd spent his whole life until now being beaten , abused and worked as a slave living in a cupboard under the stairs then he'd found he had a bank account only he could touch with enough money to last him eight years at the school. Only just enough money mind you.
He'd taken the Train with the other kids but had sat alone. He looked around as he entered the school suddenly he was laying on the ground breathing roughly. He looked up to see a platinum blond push past him. Kids his age were laughing at him. He forced himself to his feet and held his head high as they entered the Great Hall. As he headed for one of the tables in the room he was suddenly on the ground again.
The same blond strutted past and this time most of the students were laughing. Harry got to his feet fixed his glasses on his nose and walked to a table in a corner . He sat down and pulled out a sketch book and his art set. He'd won a contest shortly before school and was now working as a manga writer and artist. He ate very little of the meal served and only drank water. His focus was on his sketch book he often had to adjust his glasses. He could already tell he wasn't going to make many friends if any at this school.
"Hey, there." A red haired boy said, "Mind if I join you?" Harry kept working "So what are you doing?" Harry didn't answer just kept working. Though he noted that the boy seemed to be getting angrier with him. "Is it true you're Harry Potter?!"
"None of your business that." Harry replied, "Now I'm working right now. I have a dead line in like five days and we start classes first thing so kindly refrain from making useless and inane small talk with me."
The boy stormed off back to another group of first years. Harry scoffed and kept on working he hadn't lied about his dead line. He made a note to ask when mail was sent out. By the looks of it he could get it finished tonight if he kept up at this pace. Infact he could have it done by the end of dinner.
By the end of dinner he was done and had packed it all away. He was lead toward the Slytherin wing . It was where he would be bunking for the next eight years. A Professor Snape came and talked to them in the Common Room.
"Is there any questions?" the man finally asked and Harry's hand shot up, "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"When does mail go out?" Harry asked, "Only I have to mail something really important and it has to get to London in the next five days or I don't get paid."
Severus Snape cocked his eyebrow and held out his hand. He received a head shake in return.
"This is very important. Can't I mail myself?"
"I assure you it will get sent out with the morning mail." Severus said, already seeing a difference between the Potter in front of him and the Potter he'd gone to school with. "No harm will come to it." It was clear the boy did not trust easily but pulled out a millennia envelope and handed it over. "Is it all set then?"
"Yes, " Harry said, warily ."Please handle that with care. The postage is on it and the address is filled out. I just need to get it to London ..."
"Yes, I heard you the first time." Severus drawled, "Bed! All of you!"
Harry headed up the stairs to the boys dorms he glanced back at his envelope one last time before he went to find his room. He entered to see bunk beds. A boy was already claiming everything.
"Lets get things straight." It was the platinum blond . "Everything in here is mine. " Harry grabbed his trunk. "That junk is yours."
"Where do I sleep?"
"In the sewer."
The door slammed in his face. Harry began making his way back downstairs slowly because he had his trunk now.
"Hey, why are you out bed?" it was an eighth year Prefect. "Well?"
"Where is the sewer ?" Harry asked him.
"Huh?" the boy frowned, "Why?"
"Because the person in the room told me my room was in the sewers." Harry stated, "Where is that so I can get some sleep. I'm really tired ."
The eighth year gave a strained smile.
"Lets go ask Prof. Snape shall we?" the eighth year helped Harry pull his trunk along. He could already tell that something was wrong with this boy and wondered what it is. "I'm sure he'll be able to tell you where you're supposed to sleep."
Harry nodded wondering why this nice guy couldn't just take him to the sewer so he could sleep.
"What's the meaning of this?" Severus demanded when the two of them showed up at his door. "Room not good enough for you, Potter?"
"Tell me where the sewer is and I'll go there!" Harry cried rubbing his eyes.
"Sewer?" Severus wondered confused he looked to the Prefect. " explain. "
"Malfoy kicked him out of the room telling him that his room is in the sewer and he believed him. He was looking for them when he came he ran into me. " the Prefect reported. "I didn't know what to make of it so I brought him here. "
"I will contact Malfoy's fathers in the meantime you have a spare bunk in your room do you not?"
"Yeah, Plimith dropped out." the Prefect nodded seriously. "Potter, " The boy just kept rubbing his eyes, "Potter." the boy looked up finally. "Come on , Prof. Snape says you can bunk in my room for now. He thinks it's better for you then the sewers. "
"Huh?" Harry blinked, "Really? Why's that?"
"No rats, or mice, or smell that would have you washing for months to get it out." The Prefect said with a smile, " it's much cleaner and warmer. "
"well, I guess." Harry said, "and dryer is it dryer?"
"yeah it is."
"okay, well I guess that sounds nice." Harry rubbed his eyes. "Will I be sleeping under the bed or in the wardrobe?"
The Prefect and Severus, both who were pulling the trunk stopped and looked at him. Harry yawned.
"You'll sleep on the bottom bunk." The Prefect said, with a bit of a frown as they began moving again. "It's no problem. My roommate didn't come back this year so you wont be putting anyone out and I have my own Bathroom and you can wash up in there if you want. "
"Wow, thank you." Harry yawned. "But I think I need to go to sleep for awhile."
Harry curled up on the bed as soon as they arrived and was soon fast asleep.