Book One:

Monophobia

Chapter Two:

The Journey on the Hogwarts Express

James was both laughing, crying and punching the wall.

They had been chasing Dumbledore all around the school for half an hour, trying to get him sent to the Hospital Wing.

But now, James had seemed to have finally broke.

As his fist hit the stones outside the headmaster's office, James felt some of his anger towards the headmaster disappear. The meeting he'd just been to stirred emotions that had long since been buried with his wife and son. His Son. James hit his head against the wall, his hand pressing into the stonework as though he could simply merge with the very foundations of the school - His little baby boy was alive and all he could do was grieve once more for the lost chance of watching his child grow up.

"Alive, Prongs," A voice next to him whispered, and James jumped, having forgotten that Sirius and Remus were even at the very same meeting.

"Little Prongslet." Sirius repeated, tear stains lineing his face and James watched as he furiously scrubbed at them with his hands.

Remus let out a small hiccup, as though he had gone to laugh but found himself sobbing instead. "Imagine all the things we'll have to teach him."

"Dumbledore wont know what hit him," Sirius agreed, his voice rough.

James stared at the two of them, before stuffing his hands into his pockets, though he did turn from the wall, and stood straighter than he had for ten years. "Good. The old fart deserves it."

He moved away from the wall, but stopped. James spun around and punched at the wall as if it was Dumbledore. How dare he send his son, his little, precious baby boy, to those- those beasts! Dumbledore knew they despised magic- blood protection or no!

"Prongs," Remus said, whipping tears off his cheeks, "Stop punching the wall, you'll break your hand."

But James wasn't listening, "I'll kill him!" he shouted, his voice echoing across the empty corridors, "I'm gonna kill Dumbledore!"

"Me too!" Sirius shouted gleefully. He had apparently given up on whipping away the tear stains that still shone on his cheeks, "My godsons alive! He's bloody alive! I'm gonna kill him!"

"Your going to kill Harry?" Remus asked, raising his eyebrows at his old friend, though there was a spark in his eye that hadn't been there since he first met baby Harry, in St. Mungos, just a few hours old.

"What- No! I meant Dumbledore!" Sirius said, as James turned his blood shot eyes onto his 'best mate', glaring, his fists clenched.

"How about we get Harry a present?" Remus said, as James opened his mouth, still glaring at Sirius.

At this, James and Sirius both snapped their heads towards Remus. "That's brilliant!" James said, whipping the remaining tears from his face, all anger (temeprarily) forgotten.

"And we've still got his old stag!" Sirius said, nearly bouncing up and down on the spot, "He loved that thing!"

"Okay, how about we each buy him something?" Remus suggested, smiling at his two friends.

James and Sirius both nodded franticly, grinning like maniacs, before grabing him and they ran to the nearest fireplace to floo to Diagon Alley.

He was heaving his trunk up the steps, but kept dropping it onto his toes. Freak winced, as the heavy case once again landed on his already throbing toes. He picked up the handle and began trying to haul it up the steps again.

One of the two identical red-haired boys came up to him, "Need help?"

He blushed slightly and nodded. "Hey, George!" the twin yelled, "Come help me with this!"

The boys twin, George, walked over. They each grabbed an end of his heavy trunk and helpt him haul it into the train and into an empty compartment. "Thanks." He mumbled quietly, whipping his hair out of his eyes.

"What's that?" one asked, pointing to his forehead.

"Oh, um, a scar." He mumbled, a blush creeping up his neck.

"Are you- ?" "No- he can't-"

"Are you Harry Potter?" they said at the same time.

Freak fidgited. No, he wasn't. Why did everyone keep calling him Harry Potter? First the letters, then Hagrid and now these two boys. Slowly, uncertainly, Freak nodded.

The twins gaped at him.

"Um, I'm Fred. This is George." said one twin, still gapping at him.

Freak nodded, still looking at his feet. They were going to hate him. He knew it. Everyone hate's him. At one point, everyone realizes he was really a freak and just leaves, never to return.

"Fred! George!" their mum shouted from outside the train.

The twins snapped out of their trance, said goodbye, and hurried out of the compartment.

Freak- Harry- whatever! sat down on a seat, as Hedwig gave a little hoot, staring at him with soft amber eyes.

A little while later, as the train began to move away from the station, the compartment door opened again and the youngest red-haird boy entered.

"Hey- um- can I sit here?" he asked.

Freak gave a small nod, glancing up at the boy, before everting his emerald eyes to his feet. The boy closed the door behind him and sat down across from him.

"I'm Ron, by the way." he said, "Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter." Freak mumbled, after a second of hesitation.

"Are you really?" Ron asked, leaning forward eagerly, his large hands on aether side of him.

'No.' thought Freak. But he nodded anyway.

"I thought Fred and George were playing some sort of joke," Ron said, grinning, leaning back into his seat, "They do that a lot."

Freak gave him a small smile, before looking back down at his feet, his hands clasped in his lap.

After a while, Ron was able to get Freak/Harry into a conversation. Well, really, Ron was explaining Quidditch. When the Trolly came round, Harry bought a bunch of sweets and shared them with Ron, who showed him what they were. Wait- Harry?

After a while, a girl with bushy hair opened the compartment door. "Hello, do you mind if I sit here? My previous compartment's been floded."

Ron and Harry- wait, what?- Freak shared a look, before nodding at the girl.

Freak wondered how her compartment got floded, but didn't dare to ask. The girl sat down next to Ron, "Thanks. My name's Hermione Granger. Who are you?"

"Ron Weasley."

"Harry Potter." Freak mumbled, distantly wondering why he kept saying so.

"Really?" Hermione asked, turning to look at Ha- Freak. "I've read all about you."

Freak nodded, still looking at his feet. He felt his face going hot.

He saw Ron and Hermione exchange looks out of the corner of his eye, before settling in again.

"Want to try a Bean?" Ron asked, giving the bag a little shake, "Mind, when they say every flavor, they mean every flavor."

Hermione looked at the bag for a moment, stuck her hand in and ate a bright red one. She pulled a face, "Ew... I think it's blood."

"Be greatful," Ron said, plucking a blue one in his mouth (which turned out to be blueberry muffins) "George recons he got a bogey flavored one once."

They talked for the rest of the ride, Harry- Freak nodding or shaking his head every now and then.

Hermione was very curious about the Wizard World, just like Harry- FREAK, so she thankfully asked his questions for him.

They soon got changed into their school robes and were off the train.

"Firs' years!" Hagrid shouted, "Firs' years over here!"

"Doin' alright there, Harry?" he called as he spotted the three. Freak nodded, giving the giant man a small smile.

Hagrid led them down a path and into boats, which H- Freak, Ron and Hermione shared with a boy named Neville Longbottom.

The boats magiclly pulled themselves across the Black Lake, as they saw Hogwarts for the very first time. It was giant. A castle of turrents and towers, its reflection shinning in the Black Lake. It looked simply magnificent, glowing, standing tall and proud, under the star-dotted night sky.

Hagrid led the group of First Years up the stone steps of the castle and towards giant double doors. He pounded on it with his giant fist three times, and it was opened by a strict looking women, black hair tied back in a tight bun.

"The Firs' Years, Professor McGonagall." Hagrid said.

McGonagall nodded, "Thank you, Hagrid. You may join the feast."

Hagrid entered through the doors.

McGonagall turned to the First Years and gave a speech about the Four Houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin.

After a moment, she led them into the Great Hall.

Four tables, one for each house, and a Staff Table. The roof looked like it was open to the night sky, floating candles hovered across the Hall, and there, right in front of the Staff Table, was a wooden stool, with an old, worn hat.

It opened a rip at the bottom, like a mouth, and began to sing.

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see.

I'll eat myself if you can find,

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black.

Your top hats sleek and tall.

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,

And I can cap them all!

There's nothing hidden in your head,

The Sorting Hat can't see.

Try me on and I'll tell you

Where you ought to be!

You might belond in Gryffindor,

Where dwelve the brave at heart.

Their daring, nerve, and chivilry,

Set Gryffindor apart!

Or yet in wise of Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind.

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind!

Or you might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal.

Those patient Hufflepuff's are true,

And unafraid of toil!

Or maybe in Slytherin,

You'll make your real friends.

Those cunning folk will go to any means

To achieve their ends!

So try me on,

Don't be afraid

And don't get in a flap!

Your in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

The Hall burst into applause.

The Sorting Hat bowed to each of the four tables, before going still.

"So we have to put on a Hat!" Ron whispered into H-Freak and Hermione's ears, "I'll kill Fred, he was going on about wrestling a troll."

"Well, wearing a hat is much better than that." Hermione said, smiling faintly in amusement.

"When I call your name," said Professor McGonagall, holding a long scroll, as the Hall queitend, "You will sit on the stool and put on the Hat to be sorted."

She took opened the scroll and began.

"Abbott, Hannah!"

James, Sirius and Remus's eyes scanned the crowd of First Years, looking for a certain boy.

"Do you think he'll still look like James with Lily's eyes?" Sirius whispered. His blue eyes were nervouse, anxious and down right excited.

"Maybe." Remus said, wringing his hands, squinting to try and spot Harry, as the Hat shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"You think he's alright, don't you?" James asked, his hazel eyes never leaving the group of first years. He actually looked worried.

"Don't worry, Prongs." Remus said, looking at his friend, still wringing his hands, "When McGonagall reaches his name and he doesn't come up, which I really doubt, I'm sure he'll be alright. He would have just fell asleep on the train or something."

James didn't look convinced, but didn't say anything else, just continued searching the crowd of First Years.

"Granger, Hermione!"

Freak and Ron watched as Hermione eagerly jammed the hat onto her bushy hair and waited.

After a moment, the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The table began to clap loudly, as Hermione happily joined her new house.

H-Freak heard Ron mutter "Yes!"

His stomach dropped. Was that were Ron was going too? The Hat had said Gryffindor was for the brave... he wasn't brave. Not at all. He was certain of it. He wasn't smart, aether. Or cunning. Maybe he'd go to Hufflepuff? He was hard-working... he guessed...

"Potter, Harry!"

The three Marauders immediantly perked up, leaning forward eagerly. Remus stopped wringing his hands, which where frozen in his lap. Sirius was chewing his lip. James seemed to be holding his breath, unblinking, as if afraid if he did, he'd miss him.

Freak hesitated, but walked forward as Ron gave him a little nudge.

Whispers broke out, pointing and peering over heads.

Freak sat on the stool and the Hat was placed on his head, covering the Hall from view.

Hmmm... difficult, very difficult.

A voice spoke in his ear.

Corage, Loyalty, Brains, Cunning... but which one outfits the other? Hmmm...

Freak waited.

"Freak"? said the Hat You believe yourself to be called "Freak"? Hmmm... "Freak Boy" is what you think you are called? No, no, child... I am very certain you are in fact Harry Potter.

Harr-FREAK mentally shook his head.

Alright then. Now, let's see... Ah, I know.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The Gryffindor Table burst into applause, and the Weasley Twins began singing "We got Potter! We got Potter!"

Harry-FREAK sat next to Hermione, not noticing how three men at the Head Table were clapping the loudest and the longest.

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