The First Day: Part One

Mama Angel: Don't know why but this story is harder to write then I thought it was going to be, my son takes most of my time (of course) on top of being a mom and everything that comes with it… well I hope you don't hate me for updating every day. So some points about the characters none of them are particularly stupid, so it may seem that I am changing there personalities. With Harry being abused in a different way he is vastly different himself, Ron being the second youngest of so many people is smarter then he thought he was… just has hoof in mouth most of the time, but being friends with patient and intelligent people he is going to be mostly cured. Hermione Will not like Ron even a little, its harry and a small crush on Malfoy until Harry braves up during the Yule ball.

Confusion flooded Harry's body, why was he so warm, what was he lying on that was so soft? Deciding to be a little brave he opened one eye, deep crimson was all he could see. Frustrated and confused he quickly sat up and opened both eyes. He was in a bed that was three of his one from the orphanage and surrounded by curtains that he did not remember drawing. There was a patch of light to his right making that the end wall of the room. Ron was basically straight across from him then a boy called Seamus and another Dean was directly to his left Seamus being across from him and on Ron's Left. Having the room basically mapped out he felt much more secure and had fully remembered; the why, the where and the how.

"Harry?" Ron's sleepy voice called, "You up?"

Harry cleared his throat, "Yes I am, I will be out in a minute." Stretching Harry tried to think about what he was going to do. Finally crawling out of the bed cave, Harry grabbed his toiletries and asked Ron if he had found the bathroom. Walking out the door and taking the next on his right harry happily found the rest room. There were the usual sinks urinals and cubical with toilets, but there was also a pool in the middle of the floor and on the far wall showers that had no walls or curtains. Inwardly sighing Harry got down to business.

Harry had lost track of time the second he stepped under the shower faucet, having skimmed his new potions text he couldn't tell you exactly what was in the water but he could tell you calming drought. He couldn't have been in there as long as it felt and he was jerked into reality by Dean.

"Harry, oh my, hon what happened to your back?" Dean sounded sweet concerned and a bit feminine.

"Hm? Harry had no idea what they were all looking at, Dean looked sad, Seamus looked ready to hit someone and Ron… well Ron was still half asleep but as he slowly focused on Harry's back. Count 3…2…1.

"Harry! What on earth happened did you bloody pick a fight with a hippogriff?" Ron was red and stuttered and spit quite a bit.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Harry stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his narrow hips. Finding a mirror he turned and looked over his shoulder. "Oh…" Looking sheepish, Harry tired to think of something to say.

A narrow faced blonde boy walked in, his face went from angry at the world to shock at the sight of Harry's back to fury to calm. Harry had caught every emotion and was a little confused. "Could you please move? I need to wash before breakfast." The boys parted not having notice that they had been effectively blocking the door.

Harry looked at his dorm mates and sighed, "Another time?" they nodded and harry disappeared into their room.

"What is the bloody hell did that to 'im?" An angry Seamus failed to whisper. Pouting at the reprimanding look he received from Dean he turned to shower himself.

Ron bites his lip thinking on whether or not to say anything. Most of him was saying 'Not your place Ron keep your big mouth shut', but the minority of him won out saying 'Just a little bit.' "I was on the train with him… Hermione and him, thought I was sleeping and he told her a bit about being put in an Orphanage but his uncle when he was four… I think we should talk to him. Not make up stuff that could make him hate us." Ron was frustrated what he thought and what he said were never very similar…

They were all contemplative, washing up in silence, a voice quite, intellectual and a bit stuck up with a side of early puberty pitch; spoke softly but fully having their attention. "I believe that you should not judge him by his scars. Any of them, a person is what they are because they chose to be not what someone makes them." He seemed to be speaking from experience.

Ron almost growled, a Malfoy in Gryffindor? But what the blonde prat said was true; do not judge a book by its cover right? That's what him mom always said to him. Right before getting on the train here in fact. "Ron sweetie, I know you are nervous, and I know at least one reason why… Are family may not have a lot of money and people will know your hair from a mile off. We are rich, filthy rich in love and family." She kissed him on the forehead causing him to grumble. "Never listen to people that only judge a book by its cover." Then his brat little sister pitched in about how would a person that never cracks open a book understand anything… Ron chuckled "You know what Malfoy, I agree." He blinked he had thought and said exactly what he meant, proud of himself he smiled.

Draco Malfoy hid a smile, as a death eater's child he knew what he was talking about. Even if it pulled hard on every teaching he had received from his father he extended his hand, towel firmly around his waist. "Ronald Weasly I would like to be friends, covers and torn pages aside who cares what our fathers think."

Ron laughed and quickly took Draco's hand. "Right, I almost forgot how much our fathers Hate one another."

The two boys laughed and Harry's scars slipped their minds.

First class Harry stood waiting for McGonagall, he had been too nervous for breakfast so he came here early and was reading the text for the third time. The clicking too his left echoed deeply inside him and he had no clue as to why, but looking up he saw the professor and was very happy to be standing up. "Good morning Professor." His smile was small but she saw it.

Harry not being the first abused boy that she had seen walking these halls she understood his shyness and was actually quite surprise how resilient the boy proved to be. Seeing the book in his hands she gave him a small smile of her own. Using non verbal magic to open the door Minivera ushered Harry inside. "Morning Mr. Potter, have a seat in the front so we may have a small chat whilst I drink my coffee." Normally a tea person she made a barely noticeable face at the thought of the bitter brew, but first day back and a first year class, not to mention and Gryffindor and Slytherin split she needed the wake up.

He watched her intently as she settled, trying to asses her temperament. He was an impeccable judge of character, he could see much about a person just by looking at them but what he did not know that his natural ability with Legilimency was why he had such deep insight into the people around him.

"So Harry you will be starting lessons with Snape next week, looking into someone's head without permission is considered rude in the Magical World." She caught him off guard and confused the hell out of him. Noticing his expression she chuckled softly. "You are a natural with Legilimency; you can look in to a person without Occlumency and see their thoughts feelings and intentions. With practice you can know there every hidden memory. Professor Snape, you have him for potions, is a Master of Occlumency. That is a person who can control their mind, create impenetrable barriers, fake memories or alter them." She watches Harry's face fill with curiosity, and awe. Other students started entering she thought leaving the conversation at that would be best, making a note addressed to Snape she put it in the House elf mail system and began her class.

In a darker and cooler part of the school, Severus Snape sighed loudly, a personal one on one class with the embodiment of his biggest regret. "Wonderful"