Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter cause if I did, Ginny would have died in the CoS, Dumbledore would have choked on a lemon drop, and Harry would have been evil.

"Dialogue"

Harry's Thoughts

Sorting Hat

Parseltongue

Hey babes, yes I am finally back. Sorry I've been gone so long, I ended up in the hospital and put inpatient for anorexia. I just got out a couple days ago and I've been busy trying to get my life all situated again. Hope this chapter is okay.

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The time leading up until Hogwarts started seemed like a lifetime to Harry. His uncle started spending more private time with him, saying that he shouldn't get comfortable at the new school because as soon as summer hits, he's going to be right back where he was. Petunia also had Harry start doing more chares, such as cleaning out the garage and shed, since he wouldn't be there during the year. Throughout all this, though, Harry behaved the best he'd ever had. The conversation he had with Dumbledore after their trip to Diagon Alley was constantly repeating in his head, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought Dumbledore was right. He found solace in his razor blade and took whatever punishments that were thrown his way without arguing. 'Really it's the least you can do.'

Finally, the day arrived and Harry found himself cautiously walking up to Petunia, asking for a ride to the train station. Once there, Harry got out of the car quickly, as to not anger his aunt, but caught a glimpse of himself in the car window. He suddenly felt very insecure; worried that he would be teased for how thin he was and the bruises all over his face and body. 'No one wants to be friends with a freak like you anyways.' Unbeknownst to Harry, his worrying caused his magic to create a glamour over him; covering up the bruises and making him look healthy, if a bit short.

Walking through the station, he was confused by his platform number until he saw a large family walk straight through a brick wall. Following, though a bit more cautiously, Harry saw himself staring at a magnificent train with families bustling about. As he walked up to the train, he noticed Draco Malfoy talking with his parents. Harry considered going over to say hello, but remembered what Dumbledore had said to him about the Malfoys. Now that he thought about it, Harry realized he didn't know who would be okay to talk to and who wouldn't, so he decided to avoid everyone until he could ask the headmaster.

Ducking his head, Harry entered the train in search of an empty compartment. Once he was settled inside, the train started off and the compartment door opened, revealing a boy Harry's age with shocking red hair.

The boy glanced at him, pulling his trunk inside, "Hi, my names Ron Weasley, do you mind if I sit here?"

Harry lifted his head in shock that someone talked to him, but stayed quiet remembering what he'd just decided. He nodded carefully showing that it was okay, before going back to reading his book.

Ron attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but Harry ignored all his efforts. The other boy was getting obviously angry at the lack of response and yelled at Harry.

"You don't have to be so rude, acting as if you're better than me," then stormed out of the compartment, dragging his trunk after him.

Immediately, Harry started to question whether he made the right choice to ignore him, before deciding that it was the best option until he can talk to Dumbledore. 'After all, the boy probably didn't even want to be friends with you, he just pitied you.'

Finally, they arrived at Hogwarts and Harry ended up in a boat with Draco and another boy who introduced himself as Blaise Zabini. Not wanting Draco to yell at him like Ron did, Harry settled for nodding or shaking his head whenever talked to.

Once inside the magnificent school, the group of first years were led to the Great Hall where a strict professor explained the process of sorting. As they walked in, Harry saw Dumbledore give a disapproving glance toward Draco and Blaise, causing Harry to move away. Blushing, Harry kept his head down and ignored the confused looks Draco were throwing his way. As the hat sang it's song, Harry started to panic that he wouldn't be sorted and would be sent home. 'You'll never truly belong anywhere."

As the first name was called, Harry looked up at Dumbledore and their gazes locked. Unable to look away, he felt a tingling presence in his head as memories of what happened after Dumbledore dropped him off came up. Then Harry's name was called and the headmaster smiled once more before looking away.

Walking slowly to the stool, Harry realized that he hadn't paid attention to the sorting at all and glanced around to see that Draco had been put in Slytherin. The last thing he saw before the hat covered his face was everyone staring at him, whispering about where he would go.

'Hmm, Hello there '

Startling once, Harry tentatively replied 'hi' back, wondering if the hat could hear him.

'Yes I can hear you and don't worry, they can't hear us. Now where to put you is the hard decision. You could go to either Slytherin or Gryffindor.'

Thinking back to what Dumbledore said, Harry thought the best decision would be Gryffindor. Wishing as hard as he could, he asked to be placed in the house of lions.

'I listen to every student's wishes but I have to put you where you'll grow and get your true potential.'

'Wait, what do you mean by that.' Harry thought back frantically.

'Yes, yes, you shall go to SLYTHERIN.' The last word was shouted for everyone to hear and it was silent for a second before whispering exploded at each table, excluding Slytherin.

Keeping his head down, Harry walked over to the table and sat in the open seat next to Draco. Nervously, Harry glanced up and winced seeing Dumbledore glaring at him. Looking at the other professors, most looked shocked, but a man in all black was staring intently at Harry, seeming to search for something.

The sorting continued and Blaise was put in Slytherin, sitting across from Harry, and Ron went to Gryffindor, sneering at Harry the whole time. Dinner proceeded, but Harry was unable to eat, feeling nauseous for failing Dumbledore. He kept his head down throughout dinner, only nodding yes or no in response, trying to figure out how to explain everything to the headmaster.

Dinner ended and everyone started to head to their new dorms. Before Harry could get far, he was stopped by the same professor in black who had been staring at him.

"Come with me, Headmaster Dumbledore has asked that you go to his office," was all the professor said, turning and walking away at a quick pace.

Struggling to keep up, Harry began to worry that Dumbledore would kick him out for going to Slytherin. He was too caught up in his thoughts and accidently walked into the professor who had stopped in front of a gargoyle. His apologies were answered with only a cold and dry stare before a door appeared and opened up to a winding staircase.

"The headmaster is waiting for you, once your discussion is over head directly to the dormitories and the password to get in is anguis, make sure not to forget it."

Harry stood at the base of the stairs, watching the professor walk away, and then nervously headed up the stairs. Reaching the top, Harry walked through the entry way, keeping his head down to avoid looking at the headmaster.

"Please sit down; we have much to talk about." Harry shuddered at the cold tone and sat down on the edge of the seat.

"So, Harry, how was your stay with your family before coming up to Hogwarts? Did you think about what I said?"

Harry glanced up shyly, "I thought a lot about what you said and tried harder to not upset my aunt and uncle."

"That's very good; you have to understand that their actions are a result of your faults and mistakes."

"Yes sir, I'm starting to understand that now."

"Yes, and I saw that you entered with . Did you not remember our talk about the Malfoy family?"

"Sir, I tried to do the right thing on the train. Since I didn't know who you approved of, I tried to stay silent but ended upsetting another boy. When we arrived here, I was put in a boat with Draco and stuck by his side since he seemed to have more knowledge about everything."

Slightly out of breath from explaining everything in a rush, Harry looked up to see that the headmaster still had the disapproving frown on his face. "I really am sorry sir, I just got nervous."

"Hmm, well I suppose that's understandable and everyone makes mistakes. We also need to discuss your sorting, what all did the hat say to you?"

Worried of upsetting Dumbledore further, Harry explained the conversation and sat nervously while the headmaster thought it over.

"I'm truly sorry for failing you sir, I just couldn't convince the hat to change his mind."

"Yes, it's clear that you're sorry, but it doesn't change the fact that you're now in Slytherin. Just think of how disappointed your parents would be, having such a failure for a son."

Harry winced at Dumbledore's sharp words and kept his head down to hide the tears forming.

"After all, it is your fault that they're dead."

"Sir?"

"Ah, but that is a topic for another time. Just remember this discussion and try harder to be better and make me proud."

"Yes sir, I will."

After he was excused, Harry headed in the direction of the dormitories and walked inside. Conversation seemed to drop as he stepped in and he followed Draco who led him to the beds.

"That one is yours," Draco said, pointing at the corner left bed. Harry murmured a thank you and laid down, pulling the covers around to shut out the light and to avoid any questions.

Throughout the night, Harry laid there, unable to sleep, thinking about what Dumbledore had said. Over and over, he repeated what the headmaster said, until the words were twisted and filled with malice. His mind also wandered to the professor in black and he wondered who he was. Trying to figure out how to make Dumbledore proud of him again, Harry couldn't help but start to cry at the thought of disappointing everyone.

'You heard what he said, you're a failure! So pitiful that it isn't hard to understand why your only family hurts you. It was all your fault and you deserve everything you get.'

Trying to shut the voice up, Harry gripped his wrist, digging his nails deeper until it was finally silent.

Days passed by, same as the one before and Harry had settled into his routine. He woke up nearly every day to see dried blood flaking on his wrist. He ended up missing a lot of meals from studying in the library all the time, but he didn't mind the empty feeling in his stomach. He was constantly bullied by Gryffindors, but he managed to isolate himself from the other Slytherins which was the most important thing. Three times a week, Harry met up with Dumbledore to improve himself. The headmaster wasn't afraid to tell Harry that he was a failure and that's what he needed, brutal honesty to work harder. At the end of every session, Dumbledore would tell Harry that it was his fault that his parents were dead, but would never explain.

It was nearing the end of the year and Dumbledore told Harry that he had set up rooms to help train Harry. Desperate to make Dumbledore proud, Harry worked through to the end and ignored the bad feeling he had. As he entered the last room, he walked up to a large mirror and looked in it. His reflection stared back, then shimmered and showed Dumbledore and his parents all saying that they were proud of him and caring for him. He was interrupted when Professor Quirell appeared, demanding for a stone. It was all flashes of a red stone, a second face, and pain exploding on his scar before going dark.

Harry woke up in the infirmary days later to Dumbledore staring at him, unable to remember all that happened.

"Sir, what was wrong with Quirell and what happened?"

"Ah, my boy, it appears that Quirell was possessed by Voldemort and when he tried to steal the stone, you killed him."

"What! I didn't mean to kill anyone, I can't remember what had happened." Harry could feel the guilt building up and flinched as Dumbledore explained everything.

"Well, the school year ends tomorrow so I would like you to come up to my office to talk tonight."

"Yes sir," Harry watched as he walked away and then started to head to the dorms to pack his stuff. Soon enough it was time to go to the headmaster and Harry headed out, avoiding other Slytherins along the way. Entering the office, Harry sat down wondering what they would talk about.

"Hello Harry. As you know the school year is ending and everyone is heading home tomorrow. Now since it is apparent that Voldemort is a threat, I have decided that when you return next year we will begin training for when you face him. Additionally, it is time that I finally tell you why your parent's demise is your fault. There is a prophecy stating that you would grow up to defeat Voldemort and when he found out about it, he went after your family. Now you understand that it was your destiny, your fault that your parents are dead."

Harry sat there in shock, just staring at Dumbledore as he tried to process the new information. Then, before he could talk, the headmaster ushered him out saying goodbye until next year. Feeling numb, Harry stumbled back to the dorms and laid down. That night was filled with confusion and pain, and by morning Harry decided that he deserved no sympathy. Now that he knew it was truly all his fault, he realized that he deserved the rough treatment from his family and had no reason to complain. In fact, he decided to embrace it to try and make up everything for his parents.

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Okay babes, so I hope this chapter wasn't complete shit. Yes it is short, but each chapter will be a year until his 5th and the previous years will mainly review Harry with Dumbledore. Once 5th year hits, the chapters will be longer and more detailed. The next chapter will be the summer and his 2nd year at Hogwarts, and it will also begin introducing physical training (the torture).