"Okay now stand in the fire place, drop the powder and shout 'Diagon Alley.' Just like your mother did." Harry looked back between the fireplace and his father. His mother had just burst into flames and his father expected him to do the same? Fuck that!

Though, despite Harry telling himself not too, he soon found himself in the fireplace with a handful of floo powder in his hand. "Diagon Alley!" He shouted, dropping the powder. Soon he was spinning around in a web of smoke and fire. He soon fell forward, knocking into someone who wrapped their arms around him to steady him. Harry looked up into two huge ice blue eyes locked on his. Harry quickly pulled away and mumbled his apologies.

No problem, just don't go knocking into me ever again got it?" The blonde spoke, raising his nose in the air and smirking at Harry's appearance. Harry looked around the store and soon found his parents talking to a man over in the corner, he was huge! They noticed you watching and quickly walked over.

"Harry! You made it! This is Hagrid, he's the care of magical creatures professor." Lily explained to her son.

"Bless me, its Harry Potter, he looks just like you James." Hargid starred down at Harry as if he was a saint.

"Nice to meet you." Harry said shaking the giants hand. Harry quickly remembered he was talking to someone and turned around to face the boy. But he had already left.

After an hour or so of getting many books, a wand, supplies, uniforms, and owl, a rather nice broom, and anything else Lily could think of, they met James at there room in the Leaky cauldron were they dropped everything off and then headed down for dinner. And it went like that for a week. People would freak when they realized who he and your parents were, thank the heavens, and be on there way. There were however, a few people that seemed less than thrilled to see him and his family alive and kicking, you figured they were the dark lords supporters.

Everyday for most of the day leading to school, Harry's parents would teach him many spells and charms to help him the best they could before he started in his 5th year starting school. It was easy considering who his parents were, so he got most things on the first of second try. They had had Dumbledore over one night, he agreed to take Harry into his school and put him in his proper year, so they had a lot to catch up on.

The day of the train ride to school, Harry and his father had yet again gotten in another fight. He didn't get along with his parents at all. James and Harry fought on a daily basis and Harry and Lily fought when Harry and James fought. Harry ended up running off with all of his things and finding the train on his own, not saying goodbye.

Harry walked along the compartments until he came along an empty one were he pushed his trunk in and laid back in his seat, closing his eyes. He took out his CD player and turned it up as loud as he could manage, blaring Cradle Of Filth into his ears.

A few minutes later Harry hears the door slide open. He looks towards the door to see the boy from store that He had fallen on. He sits up, pulling the headset from his ears.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" He looked desperate. "I'm trying to hind, and usually, I wouldn't want to sit here either, but I think this is better than what's out there." Harry raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

"Whatever." Harry mumbles. The boy nods and sits across from Harry. Harry tried to go back to his music but he couldn't stop admiring the boy. His hair was beautiful, perfect. His eyes were stunning and his body. Harry shivered and pulled his eyes to look out the window and try to focus on other things.

"I'm Draco by the way. Draco Malfoy." Draco said acting as if that made him king or something. Harry raised his eyebrow at the blonde.

"Harry, Harry Potter." Draco's eyes widened and he looked around the room.

There is no way that that could be Harry Potter. Draco looked the boy up and down. How could the boy who was meant to destroy the dark lord look like a dark lord himself? The boy was covered in piercings, chains, and looked to be a gothic muggle. How was he alive? Everyone thought him to be dead. That Voldemort had sent a spell and been destroyed along with Harry. Of course the lord had risen again, but how was Harry here?

"You lie." Draco said starring at the eyebrow ring to the gaged ears then to his black nails. There were so many things about him; he was so different that what Draco had thought he should look like. He always thought pretty boy, clean, crisp, Gryffendore. He seriously could fit in with Slytherin, maybe Ravenclaw.

"No it's the truth. The night Voldemort tried to kill me and my parents, we went to America." Oh that was why he had such a weird accent. "I lived my life as a Muggle I just found out I was a wizard 2 weeks ago. I talked them into letting me come to school. I figured it was my destiny to face this lord, might as well get prepared." Draco nodded.

"What's with the look?" Draco said. He was wearing eyeliner for goodness sake!

Harry smirked at the blonde. If Harry didn't know any better, he would think the blonde was checking him out. But he must be strait. He's such a pretty boy. "I just like to look different."

"Your going to hate it after you put on your uniform." Harry sighed, nodding his head. He looked down at his baggy jeans, his band shirt. There had to be a way to still look like himself. Harry opened up his trunk taking out his uniform and looking at it. He then took out a pair of plain black baggy jeans with black suspenders and chains instead of dress pants. Instead of the shoes, he stuck with his ratty old black and white converse. He decided to completely drop the vest and he figured after he got sorted he would worry about the rest then. He got up and walked down the changing rooms were he quickly changed and made it back to the compartment looking extremely uncomfortable in a dress shirt.

Draco smirked as Harry messed with the shirt. "Just wait till you have to wear that tie! Its murder." Harry looked at Draco, his uniform was clean, ironed, and wrinkle free. His tie strait, shirt tucked in, shoes polished. Then he looked at himself. He was not wearing half of the uniform, his shirt was wrinkled and half way untucked, and his shoes were about the dirtiest things on the planet. Draco's hair was neat and tidy while his looked like he just got out of bed. Draco was make-up free and Harry had both eyeliner and nail polish.

Harry smirked. "What?" Draco asked.

"look at me, then look at you." Draco did as he was told, a smirk played on his lips that made Harry fidget.

"Damn. I look like a pretty boy and you look like a troublemaker." Draco said leaning back in his seat.

"Not that you look bad, you look really good." Harry said. Draco frowned. Harry's cheeks reddened. He was defiantly strait, damn it.

"Okay? Oh look, were here." Draco said as the train started to stop. Once it did the boys went there separate ways. Harry was to ride with Hagrid and be sorted last with the first years. Which drove him insane.

Harry was fascinated by the schools appearance, the moving paintings, the ghosts, it was like a dream. He followed the first years into the great Hall receiving many odd looks. He was about a foot taller than the tallest first year and looked like some freak, he would probably stair too. He stood off to the side and watched as a professor… McGonagall he thought, placed the sorting hat onto each student and the hat decided were they would be sorted. Once the last student was called she looked at Harry.

"Last, we have someone who has finally been able to make his way to Hogwarts. Harry Potter." The entire Hall erupted with talking. Many students stood up, trying to get a better look at Harry as he made his way to the stool. The hall then suddenly went dead quiet as McGonagall reached for the hat.

The hat had barely touched his head before it had made its decision. "SLYTHERIN!"