I do not own Harry potter or there would be more drama. If you see something that obviously needs fixed please tell me. Enjoy! :)
Harry pulled up at the school 15 minutes before the bell. Grabbing his bag Harry headed to the main office to get his schedule and map of the grounds. This school was not organized for the ease of the students. It was a multi- building complex and if the complaining he had heard around town, while shopping to furnish his new house was anything to go by, a large number of the teachers were not patient with people who are late for class. Regardless if they were two buildings away before class or not.
Keeping his head down so his hair would cover the scars on his face, Harry made his way to his first class; English. Walking in, Harry instantly knew that he had surprised the teacher, Mrs. Dunbrowskii. Walking over to her desk he said," Hello, Mam, I was told this was my first class."
Recovering from her shock at seeing a student in class BEFORE the bell rang Mrs. Dunbrowskii replied," Ah, are you the new student Mr. Potter?"
"Yes, Mam, sorry for not introducing myself sooner."
"Quite alright"
"Would it be possible for me to take a seat in the back of the room? Or do you assign seats?" Slowly lifting his head just a bit, Harry reached up, frowning when he saw that his hand was shaking slightly, he moved his hair so it showed a bit of his scar. "I'm sure I don't have to explain why I want to be where people won't stare at me." Harry said quietly allowing the hair to fall back over the scar, once more hiding it from view.
"Yes, I can see why you would prefer that. Well, in this class everyone gets to sit where ever they like, however, I will make you move if you are distracted or talking to our neighbor. Since your here first, you may pick any seat you like"
"Thank you, Mam."
Turning Harry made his way through the maze of battered desks, sitting down at a desk that was in the very back right-hand corner. Placing his bag under his seat harry got out his textbook and a notebook that was charmed against intruders. It was a black spiral notebook that had clearly seen better days, and it was one of his most prized possessions.
Opening it Harry felt all of the tension leave his body. Inside were pictures, pictures Harry had drawn, was drawing and pictures he had convinced Ron and Hermione to draw. Harry had had this notebook since 1st year at Hogwarts. The pictures inside depicted scenes that had happened throughout his years at Hogwarts, and scenes from what had happened throughout the war. Some of the pictures were so sad for Harry that he simply could not look at them without crying.
Jerking in his seat Harry covered his ears and cringed at the awful noise that was the bell. 'Merlin,' Harry thought,' If the bell is going to ring at the beginning and end of every class, it is a wonder no-one had gone deaf.'
Harry carefully placed his notebook back in his bag, and turned toward the front of the classroom right before the first swarm of students came into the room.
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Once everyone was seated Mrs. Dunbrowskii had Harry stand up and say something about himself to the class. It was rather embarrassing. As soon as he stood some of the jocks in the room started making jokes about him. Everything from his height, hair, clothes, to whether he could even lift his bag was loudly ridiculed. Harry hadn't reacted to any of the taunts until they claimed he was weak. He laughed a cold and bitter sound. Walking over to the boy who had said that Harry moved his hair so a shadow of his scar was showing, throwing his face into sharp relief, he said," I am weak? What is your proof? Your don't even know my name. But by all means, please tell the class all about me. You obviously know who I am, maybe even better than I do." With that, he re-adjusted his hair to cover every hint of his scar and stood there waiting.
When the jock said nothing still trying to figure out what he had just seen on Harrys face, Harry snorted and said," I thought so. Now, why don't I tell you about me hmm? My name is Harry Potter. I'm an emancipated orphan, I just moved to Colorado from England. I am an only child and I am more interested in what the teachers have to say than what you or any of the students her have to say, so leave me alone, if you don't mind."
Turning, Harry swiftly made his way back to his seat. Giving Mrs. Dunbrowskii, who was once again wearing a rather stunned look on her face a nod, Harry sat down. After a moment of silence, Mrs. Dunbrowskii seemed to shake herself and continued the lesson. Neither Mrs. Dunbrowskii nor Harry noticed the interested looks being shot at Harry from the boy who was sitting right behind the jock that Harry had just chewed out.
The next few classes were the same, go in, ask to sit in the back, introduce himself, then fend off curious classmates who seemed to have made it their life missions to pester him. Finally, it was lunch time. Making his way to the cafeteria Harry groaned at the sight before him. There were people everywhere, and the noise, Merlin! It was so loud, there were people bumping into others, throwing food at their friends, painting their nails, fighting over seats and in the far corners of the room Harry thought he saw a student being shoved into a trash can. Turning Harry left and made his way to the library. 'Only 3 more classes' Harry thought with a sigh.
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Dropping his bag on the floor, Harry flopped onto his bed. That had been awful. He was never going to school again. He was going to move to Alaska and be a hermit. That way no-one could make him go to school. Not even Hermione. Harry paused his complaining at that thought Hermione, He shuddered. Heaving a sigh Harry sat up dragging his bag onto the bed, Harry got started on his homework grumbling all the while about teachers who lived to torment their students.
Ok, I'm home schooled so if this school is not exactly like a regular school that's why. Please review :)