Being in Hogwarts

Harry spent a few more days at the Leaky Cauldron; he visited Dymphna a majority of the time, bonded with Katerina about their woes in life, learned to make pancakes, and had a fight with one of Dymphna and Katerina's more frivalous friends about where Mark's heart truely belonged (on Serial Passions). Sometimes, Dymphna would take him shopping in Diagon Alley, once again, more shopping for her than for him. When Hagrid came back to pick him up, Harry was very, very addicted to Serial Passions, and Orange smoothies (better than they sounded). He also had an all new luggage set and several new pairs of glasses (one for every occasion).

Then came the next few weeks with the tribe.

Odyn had all of the warriors sent out to bring back the very best food for the feast on the last day (Felan left with the warriors for education purposes, Fi had to be restrained as he made faces at her, leaving). Harry was bombarded with gifts, some he liked, some he didn't, and had to promise Marlaina Foley (the red-headed tart who fancied him, according to Fi) that he would come back during Christmas break. Of course, no one here knew what Christmas break was, so he just had to promise he'd be back soon. Harry did everything he could to stop Odyn from calling a Grand Moot, and luckily it worked. But that couldn't stop Odyn from calling a tribal moot (much to Fi's glee); everyone drank themselves into a stupor and ran it off (number of deaths: three, but several people had fights and were badly injured, others were stranded far from camp). When it was finally time for Harry to go with Lynn (who was heading out to negotiate with the Glasswalkers about a few new cliaths), he was hugged from left and right by all of his friends. Ford, then Bryon, and Trey, then Dee, Marlaina, Charlotte, Charles, Dot (then he lost count) and then finally, Fi and Felan.

"Have a nice year, Harry," Fi said, giving him a hug. Felan hugged Harry after her and wished him good luck, then murmured in Harry's ear that Fi was afraid of dolls. Harry noted this for later use. Harry said his goodbyes and walked off with Lynn, a while away to her car (which was parked on the edge of the forest, where a national park was). Harry dragged his trunk with him, and held his owl in the other hand.

Two hours later, Harry looked at his new Rolex watch, as the old Ford Anglia drove up to the station and saw that it was 10:40. He thanked Lynn and she wished him luck, he nodded and got out of the car. Getting his owl and trunk out, he took the ticket out of his pocket and really looked at it for the first time.

"Platform nine and three quarters?" he mumbled, looking at the station. He decided to go up and see anyways, even though he was sure there was no Platform nine and three quarters. Sure enough, when he got to the platforms, the plastic signs said "9" and "10", there was nothing in between. He went and asked one of the guards about the train leaving at eleven, the guard said there wasn't one, he asked about the platform, the guard got mad and waved him away. Harry stood back and looked at the nothingness between the platforms, hoping a door would materialize there, an archway...something! Anything!

"-packed with muggles of course!" Harry turned around to see a small, plump woman talking to four boys and a girl, the boys were pushing carts similar to his, one had an owl. He pushed his cart after them, watching as they talked amongst themselves. The woman turned to the eldest boy and said something. The boy nodded and started running at the barrier between the platforms, then he disappeared. Two more boys followed him. Harry blinked, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes, everything seemed fine. He decidedly pushed his cart up to the woman.

"Miss?" he asked. "Miss?" the woman looked at him. "H-how do you get-"

"Onto the platform?" the lady asked. She nodded, "No worries. It's Ron's first time going to Hogwarts too. Now what you do, is," she looked at the barrier, "you walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten, best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous," she said.

"Good luck!" piped up the little girl. Harry recalled what Felan would say if he'd heard the womans instructions,

"She's raving mad!" but, being mad seemed to be a trend in the Wizarding world. So Harry ran at the wall. He clenched up, preparing for the crash, but when there was none, he opened his eyes and saw a scarlet steam engine waiting next to a platform packed with people. The sign overhead said "Hogwarts Express 11 'o' clock". Harry discovered that he should have come earlier, most of the carriages were already full of people. He finally managed to find an empty compartment. He put his owl (whom he named Hedwig) in first, then looked at his trunk, wondering how in the world he was going to get it in. Already the trunk was easily double the weight of Harry himself, thanks to "Rabbit-boy" and Fi packing it to capacity, and sitting on it to get it to close.

"Want a hand with that?" it was one of the red-haired twins he'd seen go through the barrier. Harry remembered Fi telling him something about red hair being unlucky (probably why she hated Marlaina so much, he'd never really found her all that bad), but he decided to take the twins help.

"Sure," Harry said.

"Fred! C'mere and help!" With the twins help, Harry's trunk was at last packed into the compartment.

"Thanks," Harry said, wiping the hair out of his eyes.

"Hey, what's that?" one of the twins asked, pointing to the lightening scar on Harry's forehead.

"What's what?" Harry asked. "Oh, this?" he asked, also pointing to the scar.

"Are you--"

"He is," said the first one.

"Who?" Harry asked.

"Harry Potter?" chorused the twins. Harry nodded, then remembered that Dymphna never exactly told him about that whole hero thing, like she promised. He'd have to write a very angry letter to her when he got to the school.

"Fred? George? Are you there?" someone asked.

"Coming, mom," the twins hopped off the train. Harry sat next to the window where he could watch the red-haired family. The mother wiped off the youngest son's nose as he tried to wriggle away, and the twins teased him. They talked for a few more moments, then Harry heard the word "lightening" and subconciously touched his scar. No one in his tribe really brought it up, or looked at him strange because of the scar, probably because they had better things to do. But then again, he'd once heard Fi telling Felan that Dee Philips liked him because of the scar. Suddenly, a whistle sounded. The mother practically pushed the three boys on the train and they leaned out the window for her to kiss them good-bye as the sister began to cry. When the train started moving, the sister ran along, trying to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed. The sliding door opened and the youngest boy came in.

"Can I sit here? Everywhere else is full," he said. Harry nodded and saw the boy glance at the scar. He was quickly getting annoyed by this scar business, at least Dee had some tact when she looked at the scar. "Are you really Harry Potter?" the boy blurted out .

"Yeah," Harry said.

"I thought it was one of Fred and George's jokes," he said. "I'm Ron Weasley,"

"Hi," Harry said.

"So, do you really have...the you know?" Ron asked, pointing at Harry's forehead. Yes, the pointing was beginning to get very old too. Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightening scar. Ron stared.

"So that's where You-Know-Who...?"

"I guess," Harry said. "I can't remember anything about it at all," Ron muttered a "wow" and stared at Harry for a few minutes. Harry decided on a new topic.

"Your whole family, they're wizards right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I think Mom's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him." Harry nodded. "I heard you're living with muggles, what are they like?" Ron asked.

"The Dursleys?" Harry asked, looking out the window. "Didn't stay long enough to find out," he said.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"I live with friends," was Harry's answer. Dymphna had told him not to tell anyone about his "status", she said they wouldn't be too accepting.

"Who?" Ron asked.

"The Caolaidhe's," Harry said, hoping Felan's family weren't renowned werewolves or anything; well, it would be great if they were, but bad if they were...it was confusing. "So, you got a pet then?" he asked. Ron nodded and pulled a rat from his pocket.

"It's Percy's old one. I wanted an owl but they couldn't aff-- I mean, his name's Scabbers, I got him instead." Ron shoved the fat, grey rat back into his pocket. For some reason, the minute Ron took the rat out, Harry got a peculiar feeling. Once again, it could have been the pants (he thanked Gaia that Dymphna didn't insist on the leather ones), but he had a feeling it wasn't the pants.

Around half past twelve, a smiling woman opened the sliding door. "Anything off the cart, dears?" Ron muttered something about sandwiches, but Harry went out into the corridor. Sure, Dymphna had given him a months worth of Mars Bars, but chocolate was now a food staple for Harry. But the woman didn't have Mars Bars, instead there were Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Licorice Wands, and several other strange candies. Harry brought a few of it all and paid the woman three galleons, muttering, "Keep the change,". He brought the food back in and dropped it all on an empty seat.

"Hungry?" Ron asked. Harry nodded, taking a bite of a pumpkin pasty. Ron took out a lumpy package and unwrapped it, there were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them out and said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef," Harry threw a pumpkin pasty at Ron.

"Trade you," he said.

"No really, the sandwich is all dry and--"

"Trade," Harry said, in a voice that Fi usually used when she told him to stop dancing. Ron nodded and took a bite of the pumpkin pasty. It was nice, sitting there surrounded by candies and other sugary things (Harry had never tasted anything sugary, Pre-frequent shopping trips). Harry opened one of the Chocolate Frogs, expecting a real frog, but it wasn't-- well, real anyways, but chocolate. The frog jumped out of the box and Harry grabbed it, wrestling it into his mouth, he heard Ron.

"What card have you got?" Ron asked. Harry bit one of the frogs legs off and held the frog by the other, looking at the card.

"I've got Dumbledore," he said.

"Oh, I've got about six of him." Ron said. Harry finally saw what Dumbledore looked like, he wore half-moon glasses, had a long crooked nose, and flowing silver beard and mustache. Harry read the short description on the back of the card while Ron opened another chocolate frog package, apparently looking for Agrippa or Ptolemy. Harry turned the card over again to see Dumbledore was gone.

"Where'd he go?" he asked.

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day," said Ron. "Don't worry, he'll be back," Ron threw Harry a card and Harry saw that it was Morgana. "You can have that one," Harry took a look at the picture, then set it down next to Dumbledore's card.

After a while, the countryside that had been flying past the window, became woods, twisting rivers and green hills.

"I tried to turn Scabbers yellow yesterday, make him more interesting. It didn't work, but here, I'll show you," Ron looked in his trunk and finally brought out a battered looking wand. Ron had just raised his wand when the door opened, a girl with bushy hair, already wearing her Hogwarts robes, was in the doorway.

"Have you seen a toad? Neville's lost one?" she had a bossy sort of voice, and rather big front teeth.

"Haven't seen it, why? You going to eat it?" Harry asked. Ron turned bright red, turned and looked at the window.

"Heavens no! It's his pet!" the girl said.

"Why not eat it?" Harry asked. "I know for sure that toads are a bit harder to get ahold of than frogs, of course they're awful greasy but--"

"That's horrible!" the girl said. "Who are you?" she asked. Ron looked at Harry with a frightened look, and began shaking his head no.

"Harry Potter," Harry said.

"Harry Potter? You can't be! The Harry Potter I've read about wouldn't be so...so---"

"You've read about me?" Harry asked.

"If you're Harry Potter, than show me your scar!" the girl said. Harry pushed up his bangs, but she still had that 'that's not true' face on. She walked over to Harry and began trying to wipe the scar off.

"Hey! HEY!" Harry swiped her hand away. "Get away from me you anal little--"

"At least I'm not the one eating poor forest animals!" the girl yelled. "Harry Potter, yeah right!" she said, snorting as she left. Harry wanted greatly to use one of the words he'd read in "Bridget Jones' Diary", but decided not to.

"Crazy bint," Harry said. Ron looked at him.

"You really eat toads?" he asked.

"Only once, and that was during a Moot, not the best things in the world but frogs are awful dry, and leave you with a nasty taste in your mouth."

"I have this strange urge to say that's wicked, but I'm not entirely sure it is wicked." Ron said.

"I know, next time I'm choosing the fish," Harry said, closing the door. Ron shrugged.

"So, you want to see the spell or not?" he asked. Harry nodded and Ron dragged the rat out of his pocket.

"Very much," Ron cleared his throat.

"Sunshine Daisies, butter mellow,

Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

Nothing happened.

"You sure that's a real spell?" Harry asked, taking off the glasses and looking at the rat. Ron shrugged.

"Fred and George said it was, but it could be just a joke," Ron said. "So, what house do you think you're going to be in?" he asked.

"House?" Harry asked. "Which ones are there?"

"Well, there's Gryffindor, all my family's been in there, so I'm gonna be in there too, probably. Then there's Hufflepuff, which, according to Fred and George, is filled to capacity with softies; then there's Ravenclaw, which is where all of the smart people go, don't suppose it would be that bad. Lastly there's Slytherin, the house that You-Know-Who was in," Harry made a mental note to ask Dymphna in the angry letter, exactly who this You-Know-Who bloke was. Then the sliding door opened again, but it wasn't the 'crazy bint' again, it was the pale boy Harry had met in Diagon Alley and two, thickset boys that looked slightly inbred to Harry.

"Is it true?" he asked. "Everyone's saying that Harry Potter's in this compartment, so it's you?" he asked, looking at Harry. Harry nodded. "Oh, this is Crabbe, and this is Goyle," said the pale boy, "And my name's Draco Malfoy," Ron giggled, then coughed to hide it. "You think my name's funny? No need to ask who you are, red hair, freckles and hand-me-down everything, you're a Weasley." he drawled. He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are much better than others, you don't want to go mixing with the wrong sort, I can help you there." He held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"As much as I'd like to," Harry started, "I'm pretty sure I can tell the right from wrong on my own," he said coolly. Draco Malfoy looked as if he were about to have a fit, but regained his composure.

"I'd be careful if I was you, Potter." he said.

"Good thing you're not then," Harry said.

"You should be a bit politer, otherwise you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, and you don't either. You mix with trash like the Weasleys and it'll rub off on you, people'll start avoiding you like you were a werewolf." Both Harry and Ron stood up at that.

"Say that to my face," Harry said, he had the urge to add "during a full moon" but didn't.

"You're going to fight us?" Malfoy asked, looking as though he might laugh.

"Get out," Ron said through gritted teeth.

"I don't think we feel like leaving, do we boys? You seem to have some more food, and we're still hungry," Goyle reached towards the chocolate frogs, but before Ron could leap forward, Goyle let out a horrible yell. Scabbers was latched onto Goyle's hand with his sharp teeth, Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung the rat round and round, yelling, it finally unlatched itself and flew off and hit the window. When Harry and Ron looked back at the door, Malfoy and his croonies were gone. A second later, the girl came back in.

"What's going on here?" she asked, looking at all the sweets and the half-dead rat.

"I think he's just been knocked out," Ron said, picking up Scabbers by the tail. "Nope, just sleeping," He turned to the girl. "You got a problem or something?"

"No," she said, rather snobbily. "You'd better put your robes on, conductor says we're nearly at Hogwarts," she said.

"Mind leaving us to change?" Ron asked, scowling.

"You've got dirt on your nose, did you know?" she asked. "Right there," Ron glared as she left and Harry looked out the window, it was already getting dark, and he could see the National park where Lynn had parked her car coming up. Harry and Ron took off their jackets and pulled the long black robes on as a voice echoed through the train, informing them that Hogwarts was coming up in a few minutes. Harry looked back out the window and saw a small girl in a tan dress waving at the train happily.

"Dot," he whispered. The girl, Dot, started running with the train, going almost as fast as the train itself until another girl reached out from the woods and grabbed her; her sister, Dorothy. Harry could almost hear her words, "Dot, you shouldn't do that! It might run you over!"

"Did you say something, Harry?" Ron asked. Harry turned to look at Ron, then shook his head. Harry suddenly felt more nervous than ever, as he and Ron crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd in the corridor. When the train stopped, people pushed their way out of the doors and onto the tiny platform.

"Firs' years! Firs' years! Over here! All right there, Harry?" came a familiar voice. Harry looked up and saw Hagrid's hairy face beaming over the sea of heads. Hagrid led them in a narrow path down to the edge of a great lake, and beyond the lake was a castle with many turrets and towers. Everyone started chattering almost immediately, as they started getting into boats ("No more'n four to a boat!). Harry and Ron were followed by the girl, and a boy that Harry presumed to be Neville. The little fleet of boats moved off all at once, and glided across the lake. The chatter had stopped and everything was dead silent as the castle towered over them on the cliff where it stood. When the boats stopped, the first years clambered out onto rocks and pebbles, which soon changed into smooth grass. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around a the huge front door. Hagrid raised a giant fist and knocked.

The door swung open, and a tall, black-haired witch in green robes was standing there. Her stern face made Harry think Black Fury almost immediately.

"Thank you, Hagrid, I'll take it from here." she said.

"Sure thing, Professor McGonagall," Hagrid said. The entrance hall was so big, you could have fit a load of Bone Gnawers in there and still have room. It was all lit up by torches, and the cieling was so high up, Harry almost couldn't see it. The children walked up a marble staircase and across a flagged stone floor. They could hear the drone of hundreds of voices from behind a doorway, the rest of the school. Professor McGonagall started talking about the start of term banquet and the sorting, Harry felt himself go to sleep as she went on about the points and the houses and the house cup. He could just ask someone later, right?

When McGonagall left, Harry turned to Ron. "How do they sort us?" he asked.

"I dunno, Fred said it hurt a lot, but he was probably joking." Ron said.

"He seems to do that a lot," Harry said as Professor McGonagall came out of the other room.

"They are ready for you now," she said. The doors opened and she led the students into the Great Hall. It was lite by thousands of floating candles over four long tables, where the other students were sitting. The tables were laid with golden plates and goblets. At the top of the hall, the teachers were sitting at another long table. Professor McGonagall led the first years up here, so they were in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them. Scattered around the students, ghosts shone misty silver. Harry looked up and saw a black cieling dotted with stars, it was hard to believe there was a cieling there at all, and not just the sky. Professor McGonagall silently placed a four-legged stool in front of the first years, and on top of the stool, she put a frayed old, pointed wizards hat. For a few seconds, there was silence, then the hat twitched. A rip opened up wide like a mouth and the hat began to sing.

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me,
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat,
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you,
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!

Everyone burst into applause as the hat finished its song. It seemed to bow to the tables, then became quite still as Professor McGonagall called the first student. Harry learned that the girl whom they had met on the train's name was Hermione Granger, she went into Gryffindor, as did her friend Neville (Longbottom). When Malfoy's name was called, the hat barely touched his head when it screamed "SLYTHERIN!". He went to go join his friends looking smug. Harry watched as they went through the entire alphabet, until...

"Potter, Harry!"

Harry stepped forward and heard everyone start whispering and muttering under their breath. The hat dropped over his eyes, and he waited.

"Hm...difficult, very difficult..Plenty of courage I see. Not a bad mind, somewhat smart..." a little voice in his mind said.

Somewhat? Harry thought. I'm extremely smart.

"Yes, yes, I see.." the small voice said. "Fast, strong, capable, and very talented... And there's a thirst, to prove yourself, but where to put you?"

Anywhere's fine, just not Slytherin. Harry thought.

"I'm sorry, what was that?" the small voice asked.

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin, Harry thought.

"Slytherin you say?" the voice asked.

NOT Slytherin! Harry thought frantically.

"What's this?" the small voice said. "Old friends?"

Don't go there, Hat. Harry thought.

"Yes, yes, definitely better be GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted the last word to the whole hall. Harry took off the hat and walked over to Gryffindor table, he sat down at the table while the twins yelled "WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!" Hagrid, at the head table, caught Harry's eye and gave him the thumbs up sign, one of the teachers looked very peculiar in a purple turban. By the time Ron's turn came up, he was looking a pale sort of green. A second later, the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" and Harry clapped loudly as Ron planted himself in the chair next to him. After Dumbledore said a few words (Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!) food appeared on the dishes. Harry had never seen so much cooked food! He piled his plate with potatoes (which he hadn't eaten in a while), roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops and lamb chops and began eating. He'd never really been one for raw meat, so this was a treat to him.

Suddenly a ghosts head appeared in a bowl of corn.

"Hello!" Lavender Brown, who was spooning the corn onto her plate jumped. The ghost came out of the corn and seemed to brush himself off.

"I know who you are!" Ron said, pointing to the ghost with a chicken leg in his hand. "You're Nearly Headless Nick!"

"I prefer Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington," Nearly Headless Nick said.

"Nearly Headless? How can you be nearly headless?" Sir Nicholas looked miffed.

"Like this," he said, pulling his left ear. His whole head swung off and fell onto his shoulder. Many students jumped but Harry didn't flinch, year after year of seeing the Red Talons come to Grand Moots with human intestines wrapped around them did that to you. Nearly Headless Nick swung his head back on and began to talk about the house cup. When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the desserts appeared. Ice cream, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs, jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jelly, rice pudding... Harry managed to stuff a few treacle tarts in as he listened to the others talk about their families.

Harry looked up towards the High Table again, where Hagrid was drinking from his goblet, Professor McGonagall was talking to Dumbledore, and the professor in the purple turbin was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, pale skin and a hooked nose. The greasy-haired teacher looked the other teacher and straight at Harry and suddenly a sharp, hot pain went across the scar on Harry's forehead. Harry bit his lip, resisting the urge to slap a hand to his forehead.

"What is it?" Percy asked, watching as Harry turned all new and never before discovered shades of red.

"Nothing," Harry said as the pain left. "Who's that teacher with the, the.." he mimicked the teacher's hooked nose.

"Oh, that's Professor Snape, he's been after Quirell, the dark arts teacher's job for years. Knows a lot about the dark arts, Snape," Percy said. Snape didn't look at Harry again. When the desserts disappeared, the hall quieted as Dumbledore explained about how the Forbidden Forest was indeed, Forbidden; and the third floor corridor was now also, forbidden, to all those that wanted to live a long healthy life.

"And now, before bed, let us sing the school song!" cried Dumbledore. He gave his wand a little flick, as if trying to get a bug off, and a long gold ribbon flew out of it, rose above the tables and twisted itself into words. "Pick your favorite tune, and off we go!"

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,
Teach us something please,
Whether we be old and bald
Or young with scabby knees,
Our heads could do with filling
With some interesting stuff,
For now they're bare and full of air,
Dead flies and bits of fluff,
So teach us things worth knowing,
Bring back what we've forgot,
Just do your best, we'll do the rest,
And learn until our brains all rot.

Harry chose a tune he'd heard Fi and Felan practice on their instruments (drums and flute respectively)-- Harry'd never been good at any particular instrument--. Everyone finished at different times. The last people singing were the Weasley twins, to a very slow funeral march.

"And now, off to bed!" Dumbledore said. The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the crowds and out of the Great Hall, then up the marble staircase. Harry was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits whispered and pointed at the first years, he led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries, then more staircases. After a while, they came to a sudden stop. At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a fat woman in a pink dress.

"Password?" she asked.

"Caput Draconis," said Percy, and the portrait swung open to reveal a hole in the wall. They scrambled through it and found themselves in Gryffindor common room. Harry distantly heard Percy tell them which door to go through, then followed Ron up to the dormitory. Too tired to talk, the boys pulled on their pajamas and went to bed.

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A/N: before anyone says it, I ripped off JK Rowling, Goddess of all that is Potterverse, with this chapter. Okay? This chapter was 20% Me, the rest% JK Rowling. Next chapter will be 90% Me, 10% Me ripping off a bunch of other sources. Sorry if the whole thing went a bit fast, I had to get a way to not totally plagiarize JK without loosing most of the canon. I think I could do better.

In the next chapter: Being Harry Potter, Harry is subjected to people whispering around him, fuzzy eyesight due to glasses, evil teachers, writing an angry letter, and a visit from a few friends.

PS: The Freckle on the eye thing is just something my friend told me (it was a long story about a chick with one green eye and one brown and a freckle on her eye... you really don't want to hear it). According to my friend who asked the chick, the freckle is just something that you are apparently born with (the chick said she wasn't wearing contacts either so...). I just thought that it might be possible jn the Wizarding World (even if it's been put there...think about it) That's all I'm saying on that subject.

PSS: PSS and PSSS is just something I got out of a book. See how I rip people off like that?

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