Chapter 2: Going to the Hogwarts Express
Harry was making the Dursley's breakfast with them and their heads bowed. Since about the second week of the holidays, they refused to look into his eyes. They would say that they were embarrassed or didn't want to associate with him in any way. The honest truth was that Harry's eyes held so much pain from his late night visions and nightmares that he seemed to project the pain through his eyes.
Harry found it amusing that the Dursley's would refuse to look at him. They would still boss him around through a door or make demands from other rooms, but whenever Harry was in the same room with any of them, it would turn suddenly quiet.
Harry finally finished making the Dursley's (a piece of asparagus and three baby carrots) breakfast, and Harry went back upstairs. He grabbed a sandwich from Mrs. Weasely, which she sent a whole bunch to get him through the whole week. It was a corned beef sandwich, and Harry couldn't really tell why Ron didn't like them. Harry thought they were delightful. It was also good that he had some meat in his system.It was the main reason why his girth increased. He was thankful because it kept his face from looking gaunt.
Earlier in the vacation, Harry found an old dartboard Dudley received for his birthday one that had a crack down the middle because he sat it on a chair to unwrap his other presents, and forgot he put it on a chair and sat on it. That was when he was only a pig, and not a baby killer whale, which, at this point, if he did the same stunt, would crush it into dust. Harry repaired it, finding that he could do wandless magic, and if done in small qualities, wouldn't be traced by the Ministry. He found this useful in repairing his glasses, which seemed accident-prone. Since Harry fixed the dartboard, he reshaped a few quills into passable darts (with a few spells), and started to throw his makeshift darts at the board from his bed. He did this having read all his course books, and he really didn't want to read anything that he already knew. He also figured it would improve his accuracy for casting spells and sending curses. It was really nimbling up his hands and fingers. Harry was glad that he found out how to do wandless magic because when he practiced left-handed, there was a bunch of little wholes on the wall that Aunt Petunia would throw a fit about if she found out. Harry also thought he might introduce this game to the chasers and beaters on his qudditch team. It certainly would prove to better their accuracy. Besides, it was quite exquisite for passing time.
That got Harry thinking about the upcoming school year. He wondered if he would be able to play qudditch if he was too busy researching Voldemort's notes from when he was at school. He first had to locate the documents, which shouldn't prove too difficult since they'd most likely be somewhere in the Chamber that seemed most hospitable. That and perfecting his elements, which could prove to be vital in Harry's adventures in the upcoming years, hopefully catching Voldemort and a slew of Deatheaters off guard. Harry was really eager to accomplish his abilities.
Harry was just thinking how he would survive without qudditch, when an owl was approaching his window. He wondered whom it could be from since he didn't expect anything until tomorrow, when everyone seemed to skip a day, then send him something. It turned out that the approaching owl was a Hogwarts owl. Harry curiously took the letter from the owl and read the inscribed words:
Dear Mister Potter,
It has come to our attention that with your defining qualities of your house (Gryffindor), that you'll be the secret Prefect of all houses. That means that you can do anything with all houses, and are the highest-ranking Prefect. You do not have to attend the Prefect meetings, or enforce the school rules. You can let other Prefects handle all situations and you have permission to know what's going on in almost all Hogwarts concerns. This type of prefect has not been seen in over twenty years (your father to be exact). As most Prefects are chosen on their grades and upholding the school rules, a Secret Prefect is chosen by how well he or she personifies their house. Your bravery and other defining qualities of your school House has put you in this position. Also, note that a Secret Prefect is to stay SECRET. That is why you don't have to uphold your duties unless under the most dire circumstances, so we shall leave it to your discretion of when you NEED to reveal your title.
Good luck in the upcoming school year, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
'Wow,' Harry thought. It sounded like he got all the novelties of a Prefect without all the responsibilities. Plus, he was still in the running for Head Boy. 'This will be useful into getting into the Chamber.' Harry pondered, 'and I'll get to use the bathrooms.'
It was now two days before Harry left for Hogwarts. He just got back from his uncle's wonderful presence, asking him if he could take him to King's Cross. All Harry got was a nod in the affirmative. Harry couldn't wait. He could finally go out whenever he wanted! Harry didn't know why he was now able to go outside, but he wasn't going to complain. Well, as long he had the free time, he had to do chores now too. Harry really had a bad case of cabin fever from his uncle's ultimatum from earlier that summer. The days were so nice and he could hear little kids laughing and playing outside and the birds singing.
He also couldn't wait to see his friends. Though for the rest of the school's population, Harry wasn't too sure about. Everyone would either: hate him, worship him, love him, or baby him. Harry wasn't too keen on having everyone jump at the sight of him also, he could just imagine what garbage the Daily Prophet and Fudge had come up with.
'Just ten minutes,' Harry thought. Ten minutes until he got out of his summer hell hole for nine months. The Dursley's decided to leave at nine- thirty, so that would mean Harry would get there at ten o'clock, which would mean he would have to wait fifty-nine more minutes for his friends, who seemed to like to flirt with disaster and see how close they could get to being there before the train chugged out of the station.
They finally made it to King's Cross, which was busy as ever. Vernon just grabbed all of Harry's stuff, chucked it out of the car, and sped away. Harry finally managed to calm Hedwig down from getting thrown out of a car and get a trolley for all of his things. He crossed the barrier of Platform 9 and ¾ and looked around. There wasn't a lot of people there. Harry noticed a couple of anxious first years and that was it.
Harry boarded the train and got his choice of compartments. He got the one he usually got, and set up the dartboard he brought to kill some time. He started to hear a lot of noise outside and looked at his watch. Harry realized that he killed about forty-five minutes without even realizing it. He wandered out the train to see if he knew any other kids. He seen Parvati and Lavender, which were again looking rather attractive as they usually do, and their usually ditzy selves were also present. He saw Dean Thomas, who looked like he decided to grow an afro, which Harry thought looked pretty good and that it would cause quite a stir in Hogwarts, seeing as most of the wizarding world was still stuck in the Middle Ages.
Harry finished his scan of the plaform, not seeing his friends. It ended up he didn't have to find them, but they found him. He first notice his friends when a brown fuzz ball buried her head in his back. He swung around to find his attacker, only to see the smiling face of Ron, grinning like he just stole a whole chocolate cake his mum had just made. Which would have caused Harry to grin ear to ear also seeing as Mrs. Weasley was quite the cook.
"How's it going, Mate?" Ron asked slapping him on the shoulder. Harry noticed with his movement a certain shine coming from above his Gryffindor creast. Harry realized that Ron was the fifth year boy Prefect. At this point, Hermione finally unlatched her death grip on Harry's mid section only to excanage it for a slightly less painful, quicker hug from his front. she beamed up at him when she released him and Harry saw a matching badge of Ron's above the crest on her breast also. Harry could tell the ride to Hogwarts would be fun.
(AN: How was that? I know not very long, but they will get longer, hopefully. Anyways, thanks for the reviews. And I mean by a Hogwarts POV, where you get to see things just from Hogwarts and not Harry, who won't be at Hogwarts at times this year. Peace).