CHAPTER TWO: School problems

"Have fun at school, Duddey-poo," Aunt Petunia said to Dudley, kissing him on the cheek as she left him and Harry in front of the kindergarten doorway. The two children stood in the doorway, looking at all the children in the room, rolling around, fighting, laughing, and playing with each other.

"Just go stand in the corner or something," Dudley hissed at Harry before he shoved past him into the room. Harry rubbed his sore shoulder and followed his cousin inside. He looked around the room for someone to be friends with. Spotting a blonde haired boy, he walked over to him and held out his hand.

"Hi. My name's Harry. Wanna be friends?"

"Talk to me again and I'll get my friends Crabbe and Goyle to kick your butt," the boy said, wrinkling his nose at Harry and walking away with two bigger boys. His cronies cracked their knuckles threatingly at Harry, causing him to back up and fall over a pile of blocks.

"Watch it!" yelled a girl with a pug-like face. She and a few other girls glared at Harry as he scrambled backwards to the wall. He curled up into a fetal position and watched the children play. Then a middle-aged woman with black hair tied back into a bun walked into the room.

"Hello, children! Welcome to your first day of kindergarten. My name is Ms. Kippers and I will be your teacher. Please, take a seat at one of the tables." The children scrambled to get a good seat as Ms. Kippers took out a long pointing stick. Harry looked around at all the tables and found an empty one by a chubby boy with brown hair.

"Mind if I sit here?" Harry asked the boy cautiously.

"Sure," he answered with a shrug. Harry sat down and turned to face the teacher.

"Now, today we're going to get to know each other better. I'm going to call each of you up and you can tell us your name and something special about yourself." Ms. Kippers walked to the front of the room and faced the children. "Like this; my name is Anita Kippers and I have a college degree. Now let's see, who's next?" Hands shot up into the air like missles. "You," she said pointing to a child. The blonde boy who threatened Harry earlier walked to the front of the room.

"My name is Draco Malfoy and my family is very rich," he said.

"Good. Next." She pointed to the chubby boy sitting next to Harry. He walked to the front of the room, but tripped and fell on his face. The class laughed. "Children, he could've gotten hurt! That is not funny." The boy scrambled foreward and talked rather quietly.

"My name is Neville Longbottom and I have a pet toad named Trevor."

"Good. Next." And so it went on. A red-haired boy named Ron Weasley said he had five brothers and one sister. A girl with brown frizzy hair in pigtails called Hermione Granger said that she had read The Lord of the Rings trilogy in three days. A boy named Dean Thomas said he could count to twenty in Spanish. After a boy named Seamus Finnigan had told the class a very...intriguing story about his cousin, leaving the class scarred for life, the teacher called on Harry. Harry got up and walked shakily to the front of them room.

"M-my name is...is..."

"Haha, look at him! His clothes are too big!" laughed a girl in the front row.

"Yeah, and his hair looks funny!"

"His glasses keep slipping down his nose!"

"And they gots tape in the middle!"

"He's reeeeeaally skinny too! I wonder if he's even eated food before." Every insult felt as if tears were being jerked from Harry's eyes. The teacher tried to settle the class down, but no such luck. Harry felt anger and pain surge up inside him. It grew and grew. Until-

"AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!" screamed the class as the sprinklers on the ceiling went off and drenched everyone. Harry was shocked. Did he do it again?

"Calm down! Go out into the hallway! C'mon!" the teacher herded the sopping wet kids out into the hallway.

"Wait til my father hears bout this!" said Draco in disgust.

"The school is haunted!" cried out one of the boys.

"Now children calm down!" the teacher yelled over all the noise, flipping a switch down to shut off the sprinklers. "There we go, now let's go back inside and have story time." The children followed their teacher back into the classroom. Dudley looked at Harry with an evil grin.

"I'm telling mummy and daddy!" he said triumphantly. Harry groaned. Now he was really in for it.

A/N: Poor Harry! I'll update ASAP, m'kay?