A.N. I am J K Rowling and I am writing Fanfictions to get redemption for insulting the trans community. No, I am not being sarcastic. I am really J K Rowling. I have millions of pounds and no free time but I will still write for you FOR FREE. But still let's be a little cautious and believe I am not J K Rowling so my publishers won't trouble me. Happy Reading!
A six year old boy with black unruly hair and beautiful green eyes was lying in a playground. The sun was half sunken behind the horizon. Crimson light was fading into black. Today had been a really bad day for him. He had been beaten by his uncle and if that wasn't enough, his cousin and his friends had shown extra enthusiasm in Harry hunting today. Now, here he was lying with sore muscles and broken bones. He wasn't sure if he could stand if he even wanted to. The darkness in his vision was increasing. The darkness wasn't bad but the exact opposite. It was enticing. He wished if he could plunge into that silent darkness and lose his consciousness permanently, he wished he knew how to. Just as the last glimmer of light was merging with the darkness, someone shook his shoulder. His eyes widened and the darkness faded. He looked at the face of the blonde little girl hovering over him. She was looking at him with a strange expression. He would later come to know that it was sympathy.
"Are you okay?" she asked, touching his broken bloodied nose. He winced and she pulled back her hand quickly and sent him an apologetic look.
"I..am..okay." he said in a hoarse voice as he sat up and faced her. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her sapphire eyes were looking at him with concern.
"You don't look so." she mumbled in disbelief as she handed him a water bottle.
"Drink." she said. Harry eyed the bottle suspiciously, never had ever someone offered him something. Still, the thirst won over concern and finally took the bottle and gulped down the water greedily.
"Thank you." he said in a small voice as he handed back her an empty bottle. She beamed at him, happy that she helped someone. Harry smiled an uncertain smile.
"Now will you run away with me?" she asked excitedly.
"Why do you want to run away?" he asked, going with the flow. To be honest he wouldn't really need a reason to run away from Dursleys, their existence was enough for him to run away. She bit her lower lip as if she didn't know she should tell him.
"Do you believe in magic?" she finally asked. Harry's eyes widened comically. The truth was he wanted to believe in magic but knew it was just a childish wish. He shook his head though hoping he was wrong. Life would have been wonderful if he had magic. She looked sad.
"I believe in magic. I think I have magical powers." she said, nodding to herself. Harry looked dumbstruck. He wanted to laugh at her but knew he shouldn't, afterall she had helped him. And maybe...she was right.
"I believe if I stay at home then bad people will come for me and they will hurt my parents. I love them, I don't want them to get hurt." she said in a pained voice which shouldn't belong to a girl of her age.
Harry looked confused.
"Why do you think bad people will come after you?" he asked. She looked at him as if he had just asked a stupid question.
"Haven't you read stories? There are always bad people coming after unique girls." she replied. Harry laughed bitterly, she was just another girl inspired by some stupid movie or book. He could still remember the pain when Dudley thought he knew kung fu after watching a Chinese movie and had decided Harry would be the subject of his kung fu. He wanted to tell her that life wasn't a story, life was a journey to become strong. Life was a mess, it was a heaven for the strong and hell for the weak. There were no heroes or villains, there was no happily ever after but he decided to tell a lie to this privileged girl. He tried not to look down at her. He shouldn't compare Dudley with her. She was kind while Dudley was...Dudley.
"Then you must become strong to protect them. You must become a hero." he said with a false smile. Her lips twitched and she smiled brightly.
"You are right. I will protect them. But what will happen to you? Do you want to come to my house? My parents are doctors. They will treat your wounds." she asked. Harry shook his head.
"No. I am fine. I need to go." he said and with a last smile he turned his back on her and started walking towards his relative's house, there was no reason to run away, there are strong and ruthless people out there who would be worse then Dursleys. The girl looked at him sadly. She didn't even know why she was sad.
"Hey, what is your name?" she yelled at his back. He stopped and turned to look at her.
"Harry. My name is Harry." he said and resumed walking. The girl pouted in annoyance. 'How rude, he didn't ask my name.'
"My name is Jasmine." she yelled again. He didn't acknowledge her and continued his walk. The girl sighed and started for her house.
'He was a nice boy.' she smiled.
Harry stayed awake at night in his cupboard. The word 'magic' kept popping up in his head. 'Can magic be real? Was that girl telling the truth about her powers?'. His mind was filled with wondrous possibilities if he had magic.
He closed his eyes and half heartedly tried to conjure magic, not exactly believing he will succeed but also not believing that he may fail. His hands tingle but nothing happened. He concentrated more, the pressure started increasing on the tips of his fingers. His face was red from trying, he was sweating but nothing was happening. With a last try he gave it his all. He stifled a shriek when he saw what was above his fingertips. A golden mist was surrounding his fingers. It kept swirling around his fingers. It was warm to touch. It was soothing. Harry beamed at the mist. 'So magic is real. It means now I can be strong and will not have to bow down to anyone. I will have to thank Jasmine tomorrow.' Although he would not find her anytime soon.
He guided the mist around the small cupboard. He willed the mist to glow. A golden light filled the dark cupboard. Harry chuckled. The mist suddenly slammed on his body, throwing him on his mattress. It seeped back inside his body, making him shiver.
"It seems it will be hard to control but I will do it. I will not be weak again." he mumbled to himself with a big grin. He always knew or at least a part of him always believed that he was special and not a freak. That he was magical and not some defective boy. He closed his eyes, relaxing on the thin mattress, happy and at peace for the first time in his life.
1 Year Later.
'Today will be the day. Today is going to be special.' Harry decided. He was cooking breakfast for his relatives. One by one his relatives sat for their breakfast at the table.
"Hurry up boy, we are hungry." Vernon yelled. Harry smirked. He put the plates filled with breakfast in front of them. He sat on a remaining chair and started eating, waiting for the explosion.
"Why are you sitting on the chair? Why are you even eating before us? Who gave you the permission?" Vernon shouted in anger. Petunia glared at him while Dudley was confused by his behaviour.
"Listen, you fat lumps of waste, from today you will leave me alone and I will leave you alone. If you even try to inconvenience me, I will kill you." Harry said in a cold voice, not appropriate for a seven year old boy.
"What the hell did you just say?" Vernon screamed, his face was turning purple, he was clutching the table as if he would throw the table at him. He didn't know what happened to the freak but he won't let him get away with this disrespectful behaviour.
"Silence." he yelled back, banging his palms on the table, making the plates clatter. A golden mist left his body and surrounded his relatives. The mist suddenly turned red. All three of them fell off their chairs and screamed. It was as if every nerve of their body was on fire. Harry absorbed back the mist just after a couple of seconds. He smiled at them viciously. They were whimpering and trembling. Their pitiful sounds were melodic to his ears. They were staring at him as if he was a devil and maybe he was. Long time of daily abuse doesn't leave someone unscarred and maybe they have taken away his empathy, his kindness. He didn't know and honesty wasn't even interested to know.
"I hope this was enough. It will really be inconvenient to kill you all. See ya later. I am taking the spare room as my bedroom." Harry grinned triumphantly and ran up the stairs, leaving behind a traumatized family.
Harry was eleven years old now. The last four years have been good to him. He was the King in the house. He did what he wanted to do and punished the Dursleys occasionally so they couldn't forget their place. He also had dedicated most of his time exploring his magic. Harry could confidently say that he knew everything about this strange golden mist. He considered himself the master of the mist.
Harry was staring at the letter in his hands. 'So there are others like me. There is even a school for us. Hmm, let's see what they can teach me. I should keep my powers secret for now or maybe just use them sparsely. No need to reveal all of my powers.'
The next day a middle aged woman came into the house. She was the epitome of a strict looking teacher. She saw him and her eyes softened for a second but regained her professional stare.
"I hope you had a good time growing up here. I am Professor McGonagall, the Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry." she said proudly. The Dursleys looked anywhere but at her.
"Yeah. My relatives are great." Harry said, trying to not sound too sarcastic.
"It is good to hear that, though I wanted myself to raise you but the headmaster denied me the chance." she explained sadly, looking at him wistfully. Harry's eyes widened in surprise.
"Why would you want me? Are you a relative of mine?" he asked dubiously, trying not to sound hopeful.
"Not exactly. Your parents were my favourite students. Your dad was even my apprentice. I considered them my children." her smile was full of sorrow. Harry smiled coldly.
"Why did the headmaster decline your offer?"
"He thought it was good for you to grow up in a normal environment, away from the fame of boy-who-lived."
Harry asked the meaning of that and was surprised to learn that he was a celebrity in the Wizarding World, he also learnt that his parents sacrificed their lives for him. At this, he sent a meaningful glance at the elder Dursleys who had said that they had died in a car accident. They paled at his glance, knowing they were going to be punished.
"We should go now to buy your things from Diagon Alley." she said. Harry nodded and they disapparated to Diagon Alley. Harry hunched over and tried not to empty his stomach after the horrible experience of apparition.
"You will get used to the feeling." she said in an amused voice.
'I don't think so.' Harry thought. She conjured a cap and handed it to him.
"Hide your scar. We don't want to be mobbed." she said and Harry nodded though he was a little sceptical about it. Was he really that famous?
"We should go to Gringotts. It is the wizarding bank managed by the goblins." she said as she led the way.
"You do know that I don't have a bank account, right?" he asked as he followed her.
"Of course you have. You are the heir to The Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. Your parents were very rich." she replied.
"I didn't know that." he glared at the ground, hating that he knew so little.
"You should buy books to educate yourself about the Wizarding World." she advised.
Harry nodded, accepting the token of her wisdom and entered the bank. The teller asked for a key and the professor presented it. 'Why does she have the key to my vaults?'
He asked her that.
"Headmaster Dumbledore gave it to me. Though I think it belongs to you now. Here, have it." she said, handing him his key. Harry was now disliking Dumbledore. The ride down the tracks was exhilarating. Though the Professor may deny it. When he looked in his vaults, his jaw was wide open. The vault was a small room filled with heaps of gold, silver and bronze. Seeing his reaction the goblin provided another shock.
"This is just your trust vault. Your family vault is many many times bigger than this." Harry was in a daze. He was fucking rich. He was powerful, what else did he need? He filled the bottomless bag provided by the goblin with the coins. He was in a nice mood when he left the bank.
The next two hours were spent buying books and materials required for school. The last shop was for buying wands.
"I will go buy you an owl while you get your wand. Consider that as an early birthday present. The owl would be very useful in sending mail." she smiled and went off in another direction. Harry also grinned. This will be the first time anyone will give him a gift. Smiling, he went into the wand shop.
"Hello," A voice said just before an elderly man walked into the room. "I was wondering when I would see you, Mr Potter. It seemed only yesterday your mother was buying her first wand, ten and a quarter inches of willow with a unicorn hair for her core. Excellent for charms work, your father on the other hand had an eleven inch mahogany wand with a dragon heartstring, his wand was better suited for transfiguration." Ollivander said as he began looking around shelves for a wand. He picked one up and gave it to Harry. "Just give that a wave." He instructed. Harry frowned but did end up accidentally destroying a vase. "Oh crap." Harry said under his breath.
"Probably not that one." Ollivander said dryly as he took the wand out of Harry's hand before waving his own wand to repair the vase. After an hour of trying different wands Harry finally found a match. It was made of holly, eleven inches long, and contained a single feather from the tail of a phoenix. Mr Ollivander had been very surprised that Harry had been so compatible with this wand. "Curious," he had said, "curious," and not until Harry asked what was curious had Mr Ollivander explained that the phoenix feather in Harry's wand had come from the same bird that had supplied the core of Lord Voldemort's.
He went out with a bewildered look on his face.
'What the hell was that?' he thought. He saw Professor McGonagall standing outside with a beautiful snowy owl in a cage. Harry felt an instant attachment to the owl. He went towards her.
"Do you like it?" she asked.
"Yes." he said excitedly as he opened the cage. The owl hooted and jumped on his shoulder.
"Your name will be decided later. Okay girl?" he asked as he petted her. She hooted and rubbed her plumage on his cheek affectionately.
"I don't need the cage. She will be allowed to roam free." he smiled. Professor McGonagall nodded and shrinked the cage and put it in her pocket.
"Now you need to go home." she told him.
Harry was sitting alone in an empty compartment. He had told Hedwig to go to Hogwarts by herself so she didn't have to be cooped up in the train. Harry was wearing a green button-down shirt and jeans. His back hair was swept to the side, covering his scar. He was reading a book about Wizarding culture. He got to know what pure blood, half blood and muggle born meant. According to it, Harry was halfblood. It was actually all stupid but he needed to understand the world in which he was going.
"Can we sit here?" someone asked. Harry looked up from the book to see two girls standing in the corridor. The girl who spoke had brown hair and hazel eyes while the girl standing beside her with a blank face had light blonde hair and dark eyes.
"Sure," he said and went back to his book.
"I am Tracey Davis." the girl with hazel eyes said. Harry sighed as he put the book aside, he was just reading about the origin of the statue or secrecy. He saw the blonde girl hiding a smile. She was pretty.
"I am Harry Potter." he said and as expected, they both looked surprised. "Nice to meet you."
"I am Daphne Greengrass. Nice to meet you too. Sorry for my friend. I know how it feels to be disturbed when you are reading something interesting." she said with a small smile, remembering her little sister's tendency to nag her while she herself was reading. Harry smiled back. He knew at the first sight that they were going to be the best of friends or at least hoped so.
"I am sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." Tracey said in a small embarrassed voice.
"Don't worry Tracey. I was almost done with it. No harm done. So which house do you guys want to go to?" He tried to start a conversation.
"I am fine with either Ravenclaw or Slytherin." Tracey said excitedly. "Though I know Daphne wants to go to Slytherin so I will end up there."
"So I am not going to get rid of you?" Daphne asked with a smirk.
"Never." Tracey smiled as she threw her one arm around her. Harry smiled at them. It must feel nice to have a best friend.
"So what about you? Which house do you want to go to?" Daphne asked curiously.
"Hmm. Every house seems good to me but I think I will go to Slytherin." he replied honestly. Daphne and Tracey again looked surprised.
"Don't you want to go to Gryffindor, the place where your parents had been?" Daphne asked.
"I never knew them. I believe I am too different from them." Harry smiled politely. Daphne grimaced after realising her mistake. Before she could say anything, the compartment door opened. A boy with blonde hair strode inside. He scanned the room, his gaze stopped at Daphne.
"It is nice to meet you, Heir Greengrass. I am informed that our parents are discussing our betrothal." he said with an excited smile. Daphne just nodded. Her eyes and face were blank, devoid of emotions.
"Betrothal? Is that allowed here?" Harry asked, amazed that it was still going on in the wizarding world.
"A mudblood? You shouldn't sit with this scum." Draco sneered, unable to identify Harry because he didn't wear glasses and didn't have the thick lightning bolt scar. Daphne was trying to look neutral but her eyes were conveying her anger.
"You don't know who he is? You will be careful if you know who he is." Tracey glared at Draco.
"Shut up half-blood. Whoever he is, he can't be better than Malfoy." Draco said arrogantly. Daphne was about to say something but was beaten to it by Harry.
"Hmm. A Malfoy?" Harry slowly stood up and sauntered towards him like a predator playing with its prey.
"Tell me Malfoy, How will that name help you when I can just kill with a single thought." Harry said in a cold voice, forgetting that he was trying to keep his magic hidden. He waved his arm in front of him and a golden mist, in the form of a hand appeared in front of him. The hand clasped around Draco's neck and lifted him up. He was now hovering and unable to breathe. Harry turned back and sat on his seat and opened his book. Draco's face was red and tears were rolling down his cheeks. His arms and legs were flailing. Harry ignored him and continued reading.
"HARRY!" Tracey and Daphne shrieked.
"Stop it, he will die." Daphne said. Harry shrugged without turning his gaze as if it was inconsequential.
"You will be arrested if anything happens to him." Tracey pleaded.
'She is right. I should first understand this wizarding world before turning it upside down. I shouldn't start a fight even before entering the wizarding world.' Harry thought and released Draco who fell on the floor. He was breathing heavily and rubbing his neck.
"Are you mad? You could have killed me. Wait until my father hears about it." Draco yelled in rage. Harry raised his eyebrow and a red mist covered Draco who started screaming in pain. Harry released him immediately from his magic. Draco was once again on the floor twitching all over the body. He was sobbing. Harry kneeled in front of him. Draco looked at him with terrified eyes.
"There, there little boy. Don't cry. I will not hurt you. For now." Harry patted his back and smiled innocently. Draco flinched at his touch and scampered away from the cabin. Harry returned to his seat and observed the girls who were huddled together. They were looking scared.
"Don't worry, I don't hurt anyone without any reason and you haven't given me any yet." Harry said in a soft voice and went back to reading, giving them time to process what happened just then. The 15 minutes of silence was broken by Tracey.
"What was all that?" she asked, gathering all her courage. Harry's eyes turned towards her. She flinched back expecting him to harm her. Harry sighed.
"I said I am not going to hurt you. Didn't I? As for what happened, I showed Malfoy what I will do when someone belittles me. I have had enough of that. I now have the power to do anything I want." he said passionately.
Daphne and Tracey remained silent, not knowing what to say.
"What was that mist? First it was a golden hand and then it turned into a red mist." Daphne asked. She was mesmerized by it. She hadn't seen or heard anything like that.
"That is my power. I discovered it. I release my magic which comes out as a golden mist. It turns into different colours according to the purpose of magic. The golden hand was just my magic coalesced into a hand. The red mist's purpose is to inflict a huge amount of pain. It stimulates every nerve in the body as if they were on fire." he finished with a proud smile. Daphne and Tracey looked horrified.
"Now what did I do?" Harry asked, sighing.
"Your red mist sounds too similar to the Cruciatus curse. It is one of three unforgivable curses." Daphne replied.
"Hmm. I have read about them. Using them is a one way ticket to Azkaban. No problem, I was going to keep my power a secret. You mustn't tell anybody about my power." Harry said in a hard voice. They both nodded hurriedly.
"I think we should change compartments. We are uncomfortable here. Can we go?" Tracey blurted out. Daphne looked conflicted. One part of her agreed with Tracey while the other part of her wanted to stay with Harry. He would surely won't hurt them. He had said that himself and he was a very interesting boy.
"You don't need my permission Tracey. You are not my slaves. I understand how you must feel. I am not going to hurt you but if you want to go you can go." Harry said with a reassuring smile. Tracey nodded and dragged Daphne out with her.
'I just scared my potential friends. I need to keep my anger in check.' Harry sighed in disappointment. Harry pulled another book from his bag. It was about how to act like a proper pureblood heir. 'If betrothal agreements were still around then who knows what was allowed here, I need to learn all of these. Even if I don't believe in it, I am still heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter. I need to learn this boring etiquettes.'
After an hour, his compartment door opened again. Harry was staring at the girl. She seemed very familiar. She had blue dyed hair(who dyes their hair blue at an age of eleven? She was either stupid or too smart) and sapphire eyes. She was also staring at him, trying to recognise him. Another girl entered. She had bushy hair and warm brown eyes.
"Hey! Stop staring. Have you seen a toad here?" the blue haired girl asked rudely.
"Don't be rude." the other girl admonished her.
Harry smirked. He stood up and went closer to the blue haired girl. He had definitely seen her. Her sapphire eyes were unforgettable.
"Jasmine? What happened to your hair?" Harry asked the first question that popped into his mind. She was momentarily surprised but a small smile took over her face.
"Harry?" she asked tentatively. Harry nodded.
"Where did you go? I came the next day in the park to find you but you were not there." Harry asked with his own smile, remembering how he had tried to find her with no success.
"We moved to another house." she said and went to sit in the compartment in front of him.
"I am Jasmine Zinan. Though you already know my first name."
"I am Harry Potter."
"Come in, Hermione. We will take a break from searching." she said as she patted the seat beside her. Hermione sat beside her.
"Hermione, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is my best friend Hermione Granger." she grinned at the blushing Hermione. 'Am I the only one who doesn't have a friend or know someone beforehand?' Harry asked himself.
"Nice to meet you Hermione. I am Harry Potter." Harry smiled at her.
"Nice to meet you too Harry. I have read all about you, you are quite famous." she said, extending her hand. Harry shook her hand.
"Oh! Those books. They are fiction by the way. I saw them in the bookstore and was astonished."
"But the books were in the biography section. How can it be untrue?" she squeaked.
"Hermione?" Jasmine said, raising her blonde eyebrow. 'Hah! She forgot to dye her eyebrows.' Hermione's cheeks reddened and she kept quiet.
"So what happened to your hair? Last time and only time I saw you, you had blonde hair." Harry said, pointing to her head.
"Just trying something different." she replied nonchalantly. Harry found the reason not compelling but didn't question her.
"So you still get beaten up by your friends?" she joked.
"Nah! Those days are over. Tables have been turned." Harry said mysteriously. She arched her eyebrow in question.
"So you two know each other?" Harry asked them, trying to change the subject. He didn't need them to know about his cruel tendencies.
"Yes. We live in the same neighborhood." Hermione answered.
"Two witches in the same neighborhood. That must have been interesting." Harry said.
"Well, we didn't exactly know we were witches until the letter arrived." Hermione said. Harry turned to Jasmine and raised his eyebrow.
"I was a kid when I said that I was magical. I didn't totally believe myself. I didn't tell anyone until the letter arrived." She answered his unasked question. Harry nodded.
"How do you two know each other?" Hermione asked.
"We actually don't know each other. We just met once and she helped me." Harry asked. Jasmine rolled her eyes at that.
"I just gave you a bottle of water." Jasmine said. Harry just shrugged.
"So you are not Jasmine's boyfriend. You just ruined my expectations." Hermione pouted. Jasmine turned red and started yelling.
"HERMIONE! I will make you pay for it."
Harry just watched them with an amused smile and a tiny bit of jealousy. 'I wish I also had a best friend.'
After yelling and getting her blush in control, Jasmine stood up and started for the door. She cleared her throat awkwardly.
"Goodbye Harry. Will see you at Hogwarts. We need to find my friend's pet toad." she waved her hand in farewell as she left the compartment.
"Bye Harry." Hermione smiled as she followed Jasmine out. Harry waved back.
Harry was staring at the enchanted ceiling in wonder. It was wonderful magic. It was beautiful magic. Useless but beautiful. Professor McGonagall picked up the hat with one hand and held a scroll in her other hand.
"When I call your name, you will come up here and sit down on the stool, I will then place this hat on your head. You will be sorted into a house, and once that is done you will go and join your house. Let us begin, Hannah Abbot." Professor McGonagall called, a nervous looking girl with blonde hair slowly walked forwards and sat on the stool. The Professor placed the hat on her head.
"Hufflepuff!" The hat shouted a few seconds later, Professor McGonagall removed the hat and allowed the girl to happily walk to the Hufflepuff table.
Daphne and Tracey were sorted into Slytherin house along with Malfoy and the two boys that Harry was pretty sure were his bodyguards. Harry saw Hermione get sorted into Gryffindor. Eventually Harry was called up, Harry walked up towards the stool and sat down. He barely was able to see the hall staring at him before the hat was placed on his head.
"Interesting, Mr. Potter. You have found a totally unprecedented way to use your magic." Harry heard a voice inside his head.
"Hmm, so you are a talking hat. Amusing. Well, thanks for the compliment. I am trying to be the best in this world so it is natural that I have to find new ways to do things." Harry said with pride.
The hat chuckled in response.
"You are totally a Slytherin. Cunning, ruthless, prideful. I wish you luck, Mr. Potter. Better be…"
"SLYTHERIN." The hat yelled. Harry took off the hat from his head and put it on the stool. Then he went to the Slytherin table and sat in front of Daphne and Tracey. They gave him a nervous smile. Harry repressed his urge to roll his eyes at their fear. Then he scanned the entire hall and saw that he was being stared at and the silence was still unbroken.
"Come on people, don't you have things to do." Harry said in a bored tone with a touch of annoyance. This broke the silence and the sorting continued. The last boy joining the Slytherin was Blaise Zabini. Jasmine Zinan was the last to be sorted. Just as the Hat touched her head, it announced her to be Gryffindor. After that, Headmaster Dumbledore gave some stupid insignificant speech about dangers of forest and possible chance of dying horrible death in the room in third corridor. Harry observed the others in the meanwhile. Jasmine and Hermione were chatting happily and making friends. Daphne and Tracey were whispering to each other. Draco Malfoy was glaring at him. A teacher in full black regalia with a long nose and sleek black hair was also glaring at him. Harry ignored them and started eating as food suddenly appeared in front of him on the table. After eating, they were led to the Slytherin common room by a prefect. That night Harry felt very lonely. No one tried to talk to him. People were looking at him with distrust and anger. Daphne and Tracey started to say something but were ushered to the female dormitory. Harry was happy that he wouldn't have to share a room and also a bit disappointed that it would make him more lonely.
Harry was lying on the bed as he glared at the ceiling.
"Stupid little Harry wants to make friends." Harry hissed at himself.
"I don't need anyone. They all are inferior to me. I can kill them with a single thought. They are so weak. Everyone is weak. I don't need anyone, they will need me and it will upto me to accept their friendship."
He raised his arm in front of his eyes and closed his fingers into a fist.
"I will be the greatest, I will be the immortal wizard." he whispered and went to sleep, not knowing where the thought of becoming immortal came from.
A.N. For those who really believed I was J K Rowling, where is your common sense? And I will write this only once for the whole story. So please pay attention.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. If I had, Harry would have been a badass character with a harem.
Warning: Incest in story. Don't read if you can't ignore or appreciate it.