Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or settings, that all belongs to the brilliant J.K. Rowling. Only the plot is my own.
A/N: I know that the first chapter was quite short but it seems like a few people like the idea so for now I will continue the story. I'll try to make things longer, but I hope you like it either way.
Chapter Three: A Wave
Harry entered the Great Hall and was reminded of the splendor of Hogwarts. He had spent the last two months in his cousin's second bedroom, which was full of an assortment of broken toys. He had spent almost his entire summer in that room, only coming out to eat, use the washroom, or do the occasional chore Aunt Petunia asked him to. Both his Aunt and Uncle had grown very afraid of Harry, and overall Harry decided this is how he liked it. He was no longer asked to do a intense amount of work every day, and was instead left alone in the solace of his bedroom with his books as company.
Books had always been Harry's escape. Whether it was to avoid a rant from Aunt Petunia, a screaming match with Uncle Vernon, or to avoid Dudley and his gang, books were where Harry went to. He liked to immerse himself in the stories, so much so that he could forget what was going on in his life. For this reason, the sorting hat had deemed him a Ravenclaw.
Making his way over to his houses' table, Harry noticed with satisfaction that far fewer people were staring at him this year. They had mostly realized that he didn't live up to their expectations of "The-Boy-Who-Lived," but that was fine with Harry. He didn't care for that.
Harry sat down in his usual corner spot, far from the rest of the people his age. Usually he would prop up a book with his glass, and read through the meal, because he didn't exactly have any friends to talk to. Unfortunately for him, during tonight's feast he was not allowed to do this, and was forced to eat in silence.
The sorting hadn't been that interesting in Harry's opinion, the only time he took specific notice of anyone was when a blond-girl named Luna Lovegood was sorted into Ravenclaw, there was something slightly peculiar yet also intriguing about her. The rest of the sorting and feast passed painfully slowly for Harry, as he had to endure the questions from the first-year Ravenclaws about being THE Harry Potter. They learned pretty fast he wasn't interested in talking with them however, and Harry was left in peace.
When the feast was finally over, Harry was exiting the Great Hall when he noticed a small wave coming from a lone second-year Gryffindor. It was so fast Harry barely saw it, but he still waved back. Friendless Hermione Granger and oddball Harry Potter both wore small smiles as they returned to there separate common rooms, unaware of what this small friendship would become.
A/N: Thanks for reading! So sorry for taking forever to update, I'm horrible, I know! And this is still a very short chapter so I'm sorry. I was so caught up in school starting back up I completely forgot until now. So sorry for the wait! Also, I want to say I'm so impressed by the amount of people who have put this story on their alerts, over 50! Please review and if you haven't, follow & favourite this story.