Hello, everyone, sorry for the wait again. I'm not a very competent person bit of a procrastinator to be completely honest. Although I do enjoy writing this story. Anyway, I am very clueless on what house Harry should go in so far, I'm thinking Slytherin because overall this is a Drarry story although they are not going to fall in love as first years because I mean they`re eleven just friendship (sorry to disappoint ). I hope you`re enjoying the story. As usually before I update I do tend to get a bit anxious , just don`t really want this story to go downhill. Oh and by the way this story is not canon although it will have most of the storylines but it's more of a darker twisted version of Harry Potter (who will be a cynical and sarcastic soul)and I'm sure the philosophers stone won`t be involved as it will focus more on Harry.

If it does go downhill please tell me (that certainly sounded pathetic no matter how I put it).

Okay enough rambling and cynic nonsense. Review if you like it!

Here is Chapter Four; Platform nine and three quarters


Briskly I lock my trunk and grasp the handles tightly as I attempt to carry it out of the house without looking like a pathetic weak incompetent boy, wow that sounded like Vernon. Hesitantly I glance upwards at his ugly purple obese face as his features look down at me with pure disgust which is what it always looks like, his mouth curls into a sharp snarl as he pushes me out of the door.

I fall directly onto the pavement as my body decides to be klutz and face plant the floor although thankfully I'm not injured well at least not from my clumsiness. I stand up brushing the dirt of the only alright hand me downs I own as I hear Dudley`s snickering and Vernon`s thundering laugh fill the hallway, piercing my ears.

"Remember what I said, now go the station it`s about five minutes away and do not contact us freak" he bellows as the door slams harshly in my face and just like that my old life seems to have shut me out quite literally . I sigh softly as I crouch downwards , I clasp the handles of the trunk in my hand once more. I look fleetingly towards the uniformed cold house knowing that I'm probably not going to miss it but what if the wizarding world isn`t all it seems? what if it is worse? I'm invisible here unless I`m getting beaten or ridiculed whereas their they want me to be the saviour, some twisted poster boy , a hero for defeating a dark lord that killed my parents, well that sounded bitter. I really do need to stop having arguments in my head.

I shake off my worrisome thoughts as I walk across the street I`m just thankful I know where the station is. I only really use the train when the Dursley's go on holiday and they seem to pity me or something because they leave a small amount of money behind so well in their words `I don`t starve to death` and then they are left to clean a corpse of their floors. I can imagine Petunia`s reaction. Oh, no my precious carpet it`s covered in blood how will I get it out of the carpet, what if it stains? and then well let's just say it`s good I'll be dead because she`d kill me for well destroying her floor and then she`d make me clean it up. Can ghosts clean? Hopefully not.

Yes, I am way too cynical for an eleven-year-old, I know do not remind me.

Although I have never truly been innocent well at least not in their eyes I have always been the abnormal unnatural freak that was dumped on their doorstep and they had to take me in because of their gratitude apparently and their big hearts well that was what they said. Yet at least with me gone they can be normal again albeit who`s going to clean the house or garden because the world will end before Petunia picks up a trowel or heaven forbid a toilet brush. Perhaps they won`t take for granted their small slave although they will probably just pile on more chores next time I see them which sounds oh so much fun I really do hope you detect my strong sarcasm in that statement.

I carry on walking until I reach the big obvious sign that points towards the entrance of the train station and I must look weird to muggles because I'm carrying round a huge trunk at least I didn't get an owl they`d probably run away terrified and wet themselves.

I readjust my grip on the trunk because it`s heavy especially when you`re small.

Anxiously I re-check my ticket as my eyes flutter in confusion and consternation at what I read,platform 9 and three quarters. Is this some joke? It does not exist, surely. I walk hastily as platform nine comes to eye. I look around shuffling my body slightly so I can appear as normal as possible. As a family of red-heads who look more like a blur of red walk by and I`m just thankful one of them said `muggles`. I watch them and they all seem to run towards a brick wall between nine and ten. Well that makes sense and then the wall seems to oddly encapsulate them and pull them to other side like a portal. I wait skittishly until they are gone I`m not really a sociable person nor am I in the mood for some rejection or for people to find out I'm the boy-who-lived. Thankfully they are finished after a minute or two and I run towards the wall trying to hide the worry that says I`m just going to crack my head open because this isn`t a portal and the blur of red was really just an illusion.

To my relief, I make it to platform nine and three quarters as I see a large red steam train engraved with the elaborate Hogwarts Crest. I hoist my trunk up trying to ignore the painful ache in my arm as two tall identical red heads seem to see my struggle.

"Oh, look an ickle first year "I hear from one of them.

"They get smaller every year" interrupts the other identical twin.

"He`s even smaller than Ron" says the other.

Then well I`m not sure which one because I cannot tell them apart . Hoists my trunk up almost effortlessly and places it to where they seem to store them and then two hands are thrust straight towards me waiting to be shook. Anxiously I shake them both as they begin to introduce themselves.

"George" he looks at me his eyes glittering with amusement and oddly sincerity.

"Fred and you are?" the other one asks his eyes wearing the same expression.

"Harry" I reply my hands trembling slightly.

"Could it be" he looks onwards at me his face filled with shock as he looks at his twin and it`s like they read each other's mind which seems rather plausible. As if they are just one person.

"Harry Potter" they both say at the same time.

"Do you have" I think Fred says can`t be too sure though.

"the scar" interrupts the other.

Tentatively I lift my unruly messy hair where my lightning bolt lies, just one of my many scars I suppose.

"Wow" they both same again at the same time.

I bow my head bashfully as I stutter an odd goodbye and make my way towards the train taking the empty first compartment. At that same time, the train sets off immediately as I stare dazedly into the distance. Butterflies fill my stomach as it begins to churn and instinctively I know exactly what`s going to happen. I rush silently towards the toilet which I guess is left. I hope it is towards the left.

I really do not want to throw up on the train that is not a good way to arrive on your first day. I thank a god, I'm sure I don`t believe in as a toilet appears in view and it`s vacant. I lock the door checking it twice because I certainly don`t want anyone to witness this ,as I throw myself over the toilet. The violent vomiting echo's disturbingly throughout the air as I begin to dry heave, stomach acid filling the toilet as I hug it tightly, I`m hundred percent sure that bit of toast Petunia gave me this morning came up. Albeit it`s not exactly surprising with my small shrunken stomach and my anxiousness. Yet I wish I could just keep it down and not be reminded of my stupid fussy nervous digestive stomach. I rest my head on the toilet seat unbothered by the germs as I breath slowly. I flush the toilet cursing under my breath as I look at my appearance in the mirror. I am certainly not vain nor a narcissist. Just a freak. Yet my appearance is not how I would like to look on well my first day, especially when surrounded by strangers. My face is paler than usual and my hair hangs loosely over my glasses and under my eyes are faded black smudges. Carefully I take off my glasses resting them next to sink as I wash my face as if it will make a difference.

Almost as if I can just wash off my pathetic freakiness. It doesn`t work although I do look slightly better as I fill my mouth with water trying to rid the vomit breath which will be eminently unpleasant to the next person I talk too.

I unlock the door as I stare intently towards the ground and then it seems like my luck runs out as my body crashes into someone else's.

I land harshly with the floor as I look upwards meeting a pair of icy angry blue eyes and gelled blonde hair with oddly sharpened facial features for an eleven-year-old.

"S-sorry" I stutter, well that sounded pathetic as usual.

"Well if you weren`t paying attention to the floor maybe you`d see my face" the stranger replies as a smirk paints his face.

And it`s just then I realise I`m still on the floor and I have just landed on my arm which already hurt. So, there is now another bruise to add to the list. I drag my body of the carpeted floor as I rest my hand on the wall. The boy`s eyes watch me silently as if he`s trying to gain a judgement.

"Draco Malfoy, I suppose you know me" he says cockily. I look him up and down trying to supress a chuckle because he sounds so arrogant and aristocratic which he probably is. Yes, I just had to crash into him.

"Harry Potter" I answer and his eyes fill with surprise.

"You are Harry Potter" he replies his voice dripping in disbelief.

"Yes, thanks for your reassurance" I answer mockingly. He shakes his head and even though I don`t know him looks rather out of character for him ,as I turn around making my way back to my hopefully empty compartment.

Which personally just further proves my introverted personality. I settle back into the comfy seat my eyes re-focusing on the window as I try to forget what just happened. It was all going well until I boarded the train and then my body decided to vomit and crash promptly into someone.

And then it all dawns on me just how far behind in class I will be. I do not know the first thing about magic I have no experience in using a quill. Although I did hear Hagrid talk about Muggleborns but they have probably already researched Hogwarts. I really am going into the Wizarding World blind.

That just adds to my freakiness. And then I stumble onto the troubling thought. `Showering` which probably seems rather innocuous but my body is covered in welts, bruises and scars ,surely they`ll notice something and when I get changed or something I'm in for it. They`ll know. They cannot know because then I will be expelled and my hope will be thrown out of the window as I`ll be sent back to the Durlsey`s because they probably won`t believe me or worse believe I deserve it and then well I don`t want to know what they will do. I heard their threats and I know for sure that it will happen and what they said well it was the most honest thing that ever came out of their mouths I don`t doubt any of it.

So that obviously can`t happen. I guess I`ll just must be careful and not grow close to people because then I`ll be more vulnerable. Although it`s not like I must try hard at all. I doubt I`ll make any friends in the first place. I`m not sociable and I have no experience and I`m a freak.

It`s hardly a great resume. It doesn`t exactly scream friendship and good times and then just combine that with my trust issues. I don`t think I will have any trouble with that.

I glance downwards at my tattered old trainers as I rest my head on the window. My eyes shut nervously as I listen to the soft noise of the train. My body grows tired and weary as I fall asleep welcoming the familiar darkness once more.