Chapter 2 Getting ready:
AN: This chapter goes back and focuses on Harry so it won't leave straight off from the previous chapter. Thanks for the reviews!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter (not that I wouldn't love to!) that belongs to J. .
Well the world had certainly changed for Harry Potter, no longer was he a boy or a freak as Uncle Vernon called him but Harry Potter: saviour of the wizarding world. This was a little unsettling for the poor boy who was not used to be considered anything other than dirt to other people. First it all started with owls, hundreds of them, this made Harry smile as he remembered how much it bothered his Aunt and Uncle. Then going to a hut in the middle of nowhere, Harry shivered as he remembered how cold he was with only a thin blanket and then a giant turned up and changed his life. I'm a wizard, Harry thought and not just that but famous! I don't know much about famous people, Harry mused. Harry stopped musing and went to bed thinking about all the things Hagrid said to him about going to Hogwarts and such. Maybe, just maybe I'll make a friend, maybe… was Harry's last thought as he fell asleep.
**** Next Morning****
Harry woke to the shrill voice of his Aunt Petunia. Waking up in the cupboard under the stairs again Harry thought morosely, it won't be for long though hopefully, if this wizarding thing is as good as it sounds. He thought optimistically as he made his way to the kitchen.
"About time boy, and don't burn the bacon or you'll be sorry", said Uncle Vernon not looking up from his morning paper. The threat caused Harry to shiver as he remembered the last time he had burned something. He did not want a repeat of that, it didn't matter to them though that Dudley pushed me and turned the flame up when I was on the floor Harry thought sorrowfully. Why are they so mean to me? I try and be a good but it never seems to be enough. Harry looked over at his Aunt and cousin who were talking and she was praising Dudley for being a good boy. Just once I wish I knew how that felt, to be loved and told that I was a good boy thought Harry. But I'm not a boy I'm a freak who doesn't deserve love.
Unfortunately, while Harry was deep in thought the bacon was still cooking
"BOY!" Hollered Uncle Vernon "You useless thing, you've burnt breakfast again."
Wide green eyes looked up in fright to see Uncle Vernon rising from his seat. Quickly Harry stuttered "U-uncle Vernon, sir. P-please I didn't mean-" SMACK.
Harry fell to the ground as his Uncle slapped him.
"P-please." Whimpered Harry.
"Shut up boy", said Uncle Vernon.
"Yeah freak, you should have listened to dad about not burning the breakfast", Dudley added.
SMACK! SLAP! KICK!
Harry's world faded into darkness as the blows continued to rain down.
****At Hogwarts****
(AN: I'm going to skip the train journey and the sorting as it will happen the same as in the book with Harry becoming friends with Ron and becoming a lion.)
I can't believe that I have a friend! An actual friend, thought Harry. I hope it lasts; Dudley isn't here to scare them away. But that blond hair boy, umm, Draco Malfoy seems like trouble. For Harry the only positive of living with the Dursley's is that it taught him at a young age that no one can be trusted or relied on so he was constantly wary of people.
After last night Harry woke with his body bruised and aching, this pain was making it hard for Harry to stand, let alone walk but Harry tried to forget the pain so he could walk fast and not annoy Ron. But he didn't think he was doing a great job of it.
"Come on Harry we have to get to potions. Fred and George told me Snape is really harsh normally and even worse when someone is late", exclaimed Ron.
"Yeah I bet he is, he didn't look friendly in the great hall either did he?" said Harry.
"My brothers say he is always like that. Bloody hell, Harry seriously we need to hurry up", said Ron who was a little annoyed at how slow Harry was walking, like something was in his shoe.
Harry gritted his teeth and ignored the shooting pain from his ribs and hurried down to the dungeons.
"Enter" a voice snapped which caused all the first years to pile into the dungeons.
Instantly Harry didn't like the dungeons as they were dark which reminded him of being trapped in his cupboard. As he and Ron took their seats Harry winced at how the hard stool caused more aches and pains to flare up, especially in his back. Pushing the pain aside Harry focused on Professor Snape's speech and began to note it down in his messy scrawl. He got as far as stoppering death when a shadow fell across his and Ron's desk, Harry peaked a look through his fringe at the strict potion master hoping he hadn't done anything wrong.
"POTTER!"
AN: Hope you liked it, sorry for the cliff-hanger but I promise the next chapter will cover what Snape saw. Please tell me what you thought.
