Severus had just finished calling out the names of the class when he glanced at Potter, cold black eye's hitting the emerald greens. Apparently Potter had not said a word to anybody except the odd 'Hi', 'Yes' and or 'No'. The arrogant brat probably thinks everyone here isn't good enough for him. Deciding to start with potter to pull him down a few notches.
"Potter!" Severus suddenly said "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" He continued to scowl at the boy that obviously had no idea of the answer.
"I don't know sir."
"Potter." Severus' scowl turned to a sneer "Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
"I don't know sir." Potter again replied.
"Well Potter, clearly fame isn't everything is it?" Severus said "Lets try again. What is the difference, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
"I don't know," said Potter quietly. "I think Hermanee dus sir" The students sitting around potter giggled at his difficulty speaking. Though severus didn't know what to think. Couldent the boy speak? Or was this just a bad attempt at a joke.
"five points from hufflepuff"
Yet another week went by with Harry still not saying anything. Today would be his fist flying lesson which was something McGonagall was hoping would open him from his self isolation. She watched from her window as Madam Hooch greeted her class
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a 116 broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
The glass lined up, each to a broom.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch from at the front "and say 'Up!"'
"UP!" everyone shouted. Some of the class' brooms few up at once with other's just having their brooms roll on the ground. Harry's hadn't even flinched. It when on for several minuets until every one, and lastly harry, had their brooms in their hands.
"Now, when I blow this whistle. Kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet and then come straight back down by leaning slightly forward. On my whistle, three, two..."
But Harry. Nervous, jumpy and frightened of being left on the ground had pushed off before the whistle had touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back, boy!" she shouted, but Harry was rising straight up like a cork shot out of a bottle. His scared white face looked down and sliped sideways off the broom with a thud and a nasty crack Harry lay face down on the grass. His broomstick was still rising higher and higher, and started to drift lazily toward the forbidden forest and out of sight.
By the time McGonagall was down in the courtyard Madam Hooch was bending over Harry, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist," She heard her mutter. "Come on, boy it's all right."
Christmas day, Professor Sprout was coming back to her office after tending to a few plant's when she found a mass of open wrapping paper containing a cloak and a note. The words on the note and been covered except for three at the bottom.
Freak no daserv cristmass
Professor Sprout was saddened by the not. Had one of her Hufflepuffs left this here? She wondered.
"You cant let him go back there Albus!" McGonagall shouted "The boys a wreck!"
"I feel as though you may be over reacting my dear." The headmaster replied "I'm sure things aren't as bad as they seem"
"Aren't as bad as they seem! He's the lowest in his year, his spelling is terrible, he never speaks and when he does its at the level of a five year old, oh and he things his name's Freak"
"It saddens me that the boys condition is as is though he must return, It is for his own protection Minerva. I will not argue this any further.
Returning to Privet drive after the years end. Freak knocked on the door for it to be answered by his cousin Dudley.
"Mum!" The whale size boy shouted "Freaks back!"
Freak felt happy. Now that he was out of that school, he would no longer be mistaken for Harry Potter. He hoped as he retreated to his cupboard for the night, that they wouldn't make the same mistake next year.
AN: Couldn't really think of anything to more go along with on Harry's first year, though I have a few ideas on second year. I'm planning on writing it up as a second story leaving this as a sort of prologue.