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A/N: Sorry, I did something strange and this chapter somehow got deleted. The review responses for this chapter are gone, but that's not too bad. I am so happy right now that I saved everything!!!!

Once the doors opened to reveal a school, that to Harry seemed to be the biggest place on earth, Harry filed off the bus with the other students. He stopped at the foot of the stairs to the bus and stood there for a moment with his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. Unluckily for Harry, his cousin was right behind him and knocked him over, laughing at him.

"What'd you knock him over for?" Piers asked Dudley.

"Him? He's my freaky cousin, and I can." Piers seemed impressed by Dudley and he just grinned and walked past Harry who's glasses were now broken in two. He didn't seem important enough to worry over too much with his baggy clothes and now broken glasses. Harry picked up his broken glasses and mournfully looked down at them. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were going to kill him. Harry mourned this loss for a moment, but figured he should at least fin some tape to repair his glasses with.

He wandered into the school building and timidly walked into the first classroom he saw with tape laying on the desk. Harry crept into the room and looked around for the teacher. Whoever the teacher was, they were nowhere in sight. Harry breathed a sigh of relief that he would not have to answer any awkward questions. He quickly walked over to the desk and pulled a bit of the tape out of the dispenser. He expertly wrapped it around the bridge of his glasses and placed them back on his face.

Everything became clear once again. Harry looked proud of himself that he managed to fix his glasses without being knocked in the head by Uncle Vernon, when he noticed a man standing in the corner of the classroom.

Harry groaned, how could he have missed him? Harry was sure that this man was not just any ordinary man. He would have given Uncle Vernon a run for his money in the scary department. He was tall with greasy black hair and cold black eyes. His skin was pale, which pronounced even more clearly the cruel sneer that was gracing his lips.

Finally the man spoke, "And who are you to come waltzing into my classroom and stealing my tape without my permission while I am standing right here no less?"

Harry was now terrified, "P-Please, sir. I didn't see you there."

"Ah, I see, so you just expected to steal my belongings and get away with it?"

"No, sir, I just…my glasses-" The man cut Harry off, "I do not want to hear your sad excuses. What did you say your name was, boy?" "Harry, sir, Harry Potter." If it was possible, the man's sneer became even more disgusted with the small child standing in front of him.

"Well, Mr. Potter, regardless of your excuses over why you felt the need to come into my classroom and steal what is rightfully mine, you will have to pay for that tape. After school, come back to this class and I will tell you what you must do." Harry nodded at the man and began to back quickly out of the room. Once outside the door, he ran outside the school and onto the playground which was now bursting with children all ready to get to their first day of classes.

Harry sighed, it was his first day and he was already in trouble. Maybe his aunt and uncle were right. Maybe he was good for nothing and lazy and disrespectful and rude. The man in the room seemed to think he was. Harry looked glum at this thought, but trudged over to where a kind looking woman was standing and gathering all the students in her class. Once Harry reached the crowd of children, the woman saw him and beamed.

"Alright, it looks like we now have everybody here. Let's go on inside and I can show you all where our class is, then you can find your own way after this week. Harry smiled, this woman was much nicer than that other teacher.

The rest of that morning, Harry had enjoyed himself more than he ever had in his young life. He was given four books all his own that he was allowed to write in with a freshly sharpened pencil. His teacher smiled at him when he asked if she was sure she could trust him with such precious things. Harry was in awe of the new world surrounding him. His teacher seemed a little upset that he didn't have a book bag, but Harry assured her that what he had was fine enough for him.

At lunch time, Harry went into the cafeteria with his classmates and ate the banana that his aunt packed for him. One of the other kids even let him have half of his tuna salad sandwich since he didn't like it anyways. Harry was very happy, then he went to recess.

Harry was playing football with the other boys from his class when Dudley came over and pushed Harry down, calling him a freak. Not only was Dudley doing this, but so were about three other boys, including Piers. Harry looked upset, but his cousin just sneered at him. Dudley then said that anyone else who went near Harry Potter, the freak, must be a freak too, and would be treated like one. Seeing Harry's growing black eye, the rest of the class moved their game away from the dejected boy and began playing again like nothing happened.

Harry walked over to a bench at the edge of the playground and sat down with his head in his hands. He began thinking about the day that he had so far. The only good part about the entire day had been his nice teacher and how she gave him his own brand new pencil and books. He knew that this was the only good part left of his life right then, so he did not want to lose it. He promised himself that he would try as hard as he could to do well in class and make Ms. Watson proud.

He would at least have plenty of time, he thought. He knew as soon as he got back to the Dursley's house, he would have to be in his cupboard. At least he had an excuse then to be alone without Dudley bugging him.

The rest of his day went by very slowly. When they chose their permanent seats in the class, Harry was shunned onto the table that only had one other boy there, and he was the little boy that Ms. Watson had said was "special". The boy never really listened to Harry, but at least he told Harry random facts about himself like, "My mom said that when I learn to tie my own shoes I will be a big boy." Harry often found himself confused by these remarks, but not wanting to hurt the boy's feelings, he smiled and said that that was great.

As much as Harry was beginning to feel miserable about not having any friends in class, he dreaded the end of the day. He still had to go talk to that scary teacher who had gotten angry at him for taking some tape.

As soon as his teacher dismissed the class, the other children all ran out the door. Harry stayed behind and slowly placed all his books neatly into his bag. He then walked as slowly as possible to the classroom that he had walked into that morning. Knocking quietly, Harry heard a voice say, "Enter." Harry gulped and pushed the door open.