Freak awoke early on Sunday morning seeing as the train to which he was supposed to catch was leaving today. Getting downstairs Freak found that he was the only one Currently up and awake. Not even Tom the Inn keeper had come downstairs yet. Looking around at the amount of dust that was covering the place. Freak did what came naturally from serving the Dursly's.
Freak cleaned.
Walking past the room harry had been placed in Tom noticed that the door was sitting ajar. Peaking in he found the room clean and tidy. What eleven year old cleans up after himself? Tom wondered. Making his way downstairs he found the whole place spotless with not a bit of dirt, mud, dust nor even a single strand of cobweb. Had harry done this? Looking at the boy who was sitting at the table eating what looked to be and what Tom thought to be a sandwich, but was actually Just in fact a single piece of bread. Glancing towards the other end of the table he could see a complete fried breakfast. Had harry made that for him? where did the boy even lean to cook at his age let alone find time to do it along with cleaning what everything.
content,While they both were eating Tom tried multiple times to start up a conversation with Harry yet every time he was rewarded with the same thing, silence. Finishing his breakfast Tom heard harry get up from where he was sitting. Harry walked over to Tom and took his empty plate, muttering something about 'must clean' in a chanting like whisper. When Tom ensured that it was fine and that he could do it. Harry said that he could do it and that he could clean, at least that's what Tom thought he said piecing together the broken words. The words that had been the first Harry had said while here.
When it came time to leave for king's cross station. Harry was standing and waiting by the door at the exact time he was told that they would be leaving for the train. Guiding harry to King's cross, Tom once again attempted and failed to start up a conversation with Harry. Walking up to the platforms Tom then directed harry towards the gate but the boy seemed hesitant to enter. Once a family of redheads ran through the gate, the boy then followed. disappearing behind the wall.
Dragging the truck onto the train, Freak started to look for a compartment. Skipping past the ones that were already housing passengers, Freak found an empty compartment. Not more that five minuets later thee door opened to reveal a redheaded boy who Freak recognised from the family that ran before him at the wall. "Mind if I sit here?" The boy said "Everywhere else is full" Freak nodded, of course every other compartment was full. Stupid freak, shouldn't have taken an empty one, bad freak! Freaks head screamed.
Siting down the boy looked at freak "The names Ron by the way, Ron Weasely" Ron introduced himself. Holding out his hand "Hello" said Ron again trying to get Freaks attention.
"Hi" Freak responded, holding out his hand hesitantly. Was Ron wanting to shake Freaks hand? He wondered.
Shaking hand's Ron noticed a scar on Freaks forehead "Bloody hell!".
Freak retracted his hand suddenly and held to his chest, putting his head down.
"You'r" the boy said in stunted disbelief "I mean are you Harry Potter?"
Freak didn't respond and simply kept his head down. To Ron's disappointment, Freak did not speak. Not even when the trolley came. Ron got himself a chocolate frog and a liquorice wand. Freak just shook his head. He had eaten his bread less than an hour ago, so he knew he was fine. Ron tried to show Freak a spell to turn his rat yellow, but it hadn't worked.
The door tho the compartment slid open and a girl with bushy hair "Has anyone in here seen a toad?" the girl asked. "A boy named Neville's lost one"
"No" Ron replied a face full of half of his liquorice wand.
"You've got dirt on your nose by the way" The girl said just as she was about to leave. "just there" She added pointing to her nose
Professor Severus Snape watched the new first years enter into the great hall from his seat. This was the year that arrogant brat Potter would be among them. No doubt spoiled and lazy like his father. once the sorting hat finished singing, started to call out names. Severus mostly zoned out only glancing at the hat when a new Slytherin was chosen. When the hat called out for potter he didn't bother to even look, he's obviously going to Gryffindor. His scowl he was directing at the desk suddenly turned to shock when the hat bellowed.
Headmaster Dumbledore watched as Harry Potter's name was called. Though after no one approached Professor McGonagall called the name again. Harry was pushed slightly by a boy behind him before me mad his way to the stool. He know that Minerva had said he was small and scrawny, but he would not have imagined this small. Dumbledore smiled as he continued to watch as the hat was about to be placed on Harry's head. Yet that smile turned down in confusion, as before the hat could even land on Harry's head it shouted.
"Hufflepuff!"
