Thank you so much to my first 2 reviewers, Noompjuh and Setnick! I'm glad you both like this story so far. Anyways, here is the second chapter.... I've already written the first four chapters so chapter 3 and 4 will be up this week also but after that, depending on when I write the next chapters, that's when they'll be up. Read and review at the end, thanks!
-triquetraperson
Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters, which you don't recognize.
About a month later, Harry woke up to the shrill scream of his aunt telling him that it was time to go to school. Harry looked at the half broken clock on the wall and rubbed his eyes. It was 6:30 in the morning. He shrugged and got out of bed.
Harry crossed over to the small closet in his room and pulled out the gray uniform, which he was supposed to wear to school. It was a hideous thing to look at, but Harry supposed that everyone would most likely be wearing something similar to it so he slipped it on. The only problem was that, the clothes were once Dudley's so they were very loose on Harry.
A few minutes later, Harry went downstairs and sat at the table. Uncle Vernon was reading his newspaper and Dudley was still asleep. Aunt Petunia was making scrambled eggs, which Harry thought were for him. His Aunt brought the pan over to the table and dropped it on his uncle's plate. Then, without giving Harry a second glance, she dropped a rotten banana on his plate. "Eat up, boy," said Uncle Vernon from behind his newspaper. "I don't suppose that they'll serve you much more than that at Stonewall. I've heard people say that it's as strict as a military school."
Harry gulped and quickly ate his banana. After that, he ran upstairs, grabbed his backpack, which was formerly Dudley's, put a few pencils in it and went back downstairs. Uncle Vernon grabbed his cup of coffee, gave Petunia a kiss on the cheek and barked at Harry, "Let's go, boy!" Harry timidly followed his Uncle out to the car glad for once in his life that he wouldn't be going to the same school as Dudley.
It took about ten minutes to get there. In that short period of time, Vernon gave a nice long lecture. "Now, if I hear one word from the headmaster about your outrageous behavior then you will get no food from us for a month. I will not house a hooligan. If people are being mean to you, deal with it. I will not tolerate whining about such nonsense that is none of my concern. Are you listening to me, Harry?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon."
"Good, good, now the last rule is, if you have any form that I must sign, then do not expect me to sign it without a full explanation on why I must sign the form, understand?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," droned Harry in a monotone voice. In reality, Harry had not been listening to a word his uncle had been saying. He was thinking about Stonewall High. There would be many people there whom he didn't know. Maybe, it would be possible for him to finally have friends.
A few seconds later, Vernon pulled to a stop. "Boy, your school is the next street over." Then he pulled a few notes out of his pocket and said, "This money is only to be used to buy a ticket to come home by bus. I daresay that I'll have to give you more so you'll get it at the end of the month."
"But Uncle Vernon, this money is barely enough for two weeks!"
"That is not my problem, boy. Now go!" And Harry's uncle quickly drove away to avoid being spotted by anyone he knew.
Harry sighed at walked towards his school. As he entered the campus, he saw many people, much more than there were at his old school. He also noticed that many people were staring at him. Harry knew what it was like to be stared at but not the extent where over 200 people were staring at him. His ears turned a light shade of pink and he walked over to the nearest group of people he could see.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter," he said to a boy with light brown hair and blue eyes.
"Hello, Harry Potter," the boy replied cheerfully.
"Hello, Harry Potter," said a girl who had dark brown hair and light brown, almost gold eyes.
"Hello, Harry Potter," said another girl with blond hair and black eyes. Almost immediately after she said hello, the three of them and Harry started laughing.
"Don't take that as an offense, Harry," said the boy. "We do that to everyone. But then again, they usually end up getting scared of us for some odd reason."
"Can't imagine why," said Harry, smiling at the three.
"I'm Eric Madison," said the boy.
"Anna Sutton," said the girl with dark brown hair.
"And I'm Sam," said the blond girl. "If you ever call me Samantha, you'll wish that there was a doctor nearby."
"Nice to meet you too," said Harry, raising an eyebrow. "Anyways, I was wondering if you guys could help me."
"What do need help with?" said Anna.
"Since I'm new here, I was told that I had to speak with the headmaster."
The three exchanged glances. Then Eric said, "Ok, we'll show you where the headmaster is, but you have to do something for us in return."
"Sure, that's fine," said Harry not knowing what he was getting into.
A few minutes later, Harry, Eric, Sam, and Anna were standing outside the headmaster's office. "Are you sure that I won't get caught?" asked Harry nervously, holding a jug of coffee.
"Don't worry so much, Harry," said Sam reassuringly.
"Yeah, he never expects newsies to do pranks on him," said Anna.
"Newsies?"
"New students."
"Oh, ok," said Harry then he walked into the headmaster's office.
"Do you think he'll do it, Eric?" asked Anna.
"Hope so. We need one more person, all our tricks are getting old besides, Harry seems like a nice fellow."
Harry walked into Headmaster Rumbag's office. He made sure that no one was watching him and poured the jug of coffee that Eric had given him into a container on the headmaster's desk, which contained lemonade. After emptying the jug into the container, he placed the jug on the headmaster's desk and waited for him to come.
After a few minutes, Headmaster Rumbag strode into the room. He was a short, plump man with a mustache that looked like he had used gel on it to make it stick out.
"So, you're the new student," he said, looking down at a file on his desk. "Harry Potter…no parents…lives with aunt and uncle…transferred from an all boys school…hmm….very interesting." He stared at Harry for a moment. "They teach you manners at that old school of yours?" he barked.
Harry jumped slightly then said, "Yes, sir."
"Good, then you should be no problem. Please wait here while I give you a copy of your class schedule." The Headmaster turned on his computer, pressed a button then for Harry's schedule to print. As he was waiting, he took a cup that was on his desk and filled it with what he thought was lemonade. He looked at the cup for a moment and said, "Ah, raspberry lemonade, how nice. I am very fond of raspberry lemonade." Headmaster Rumbag took a large sip of it and immediately spit it out. Unfortunately, he was facing Harry so the lemonade and coffee landed all over Harry. "My dear, boy, I am dreadfully sorry," he said. Then he took something from his pocket and said, "This, boy is a day pass. With this, you may have any meal of your choice from the senior cafeteria. Choose wisely because rarely do people ever get two even one." Then he took the schedule from the printer, ushered Harry out of the room and slammed the door.
Harry walked over to Sam, Eric, and Anna looking very confused.
Eric grinned at Harry then pointed at the pink paper in his hand. "I see it worked."
"Yeah, it did. Though, I don't enjoy smelling like coffee and lemonade."
"But it was worth it, wasn't it?" asked Sam.
"Of course it was," said Harry, beaming at the other three. "It was spectacular to see the look on his face when he spit it out. He went even purpler than my uncle ever does and that is very impressive."
"Glad to hear it, Harry," said Anna. Then she looked at her watch and said, "Bell's about to ring. Let's get you to class, shall we?"
Harry grinned and said, "Ok, let's go." Harry Potter went to class that day feeling better than he had his entire life. He was so happy that he didn't even mind it when Aunt Petunia shouted at him for getting his clothes dirty. He was certain that his life would never be the same.
Same day after the Hogwarts sorting ceremony:
"Albus, you wanted to speak to me?" asked a stern looking woman named Minerva McGonagall.
"Yes, my dear professor, I did," replied an old man with twinkling eyes and a long white beard.
"What is it?"
"I'm curious, shouldn't Harry Potter have been at the sorting ceremony this evening?"
Professor McGonagall sighed and said, "I've been meaning to tell you. The relatives we left the boy with wrote a letter back saying that he did not want to go to Hogwarts." Noticing the disappointed look on the old man's face, she said, "You know that we can't force anyone to come to Hogwarts."
"Yes, I am aware."
"Then what is it, Albus?"
"Have you ever thought that possibly, the letter was a hoax? You know how Lily was always saying that Petunia detested magic and wanted to be as normal as possible."
"That is correct, Albus, but Potter is already attending a non magic school where he has made very good friends with three youngsters much like himself. I don't think that it would be wise for us to tell him that he was born a wizard and tell him that he has to attend Hogwarts."
"You are without a doubt correct, but I fear that now, without Harry here, the worst is yet to come. Great prophesies have been made about him. Without him here to fulfill them, we can only hope that the world will turn out how it should."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing, my dear Professor. Would you care for a lemon drop?"