Stolen Innocence
Finally, the day came where he got his Hogwarts letter. He read through it before whupping for joy, even though he knew everything up to fifth year, he would bring the sixth and seventh year books with him.
"Mum! Dad! I got my letter! I got accepted to Hogwarts!" He cheered.
"HE can't go to Hogwarts; I want to go to Hogwarts!" Iria whined. Harry smirked at her.
"Well, I have to go to Diagon Ally anyway and you were going to take Iria and Mark to the pitch so I'll just bring him and Ty with me." She said and James nodded at the idea.
"I don't LIKE brooms!" Iria whined.
"But both of you need to be able to fly before Hogwarts." James sighed. "Ty, I hope I'll get a Quidditch player out of you."
"Why didn't HE have to learn?" Iria pointed to Harry.
"I don't have to LEARN, I all ready KNOW." Harry drawled.
"I checked him when he was four, he flew then, but you two can't even get the brooms off the ground."
"But he's almost a squib!" Markus protested.
"I'm better then BOTH of you."
"Not better then ME! I defeated You-Know-Who!" Iria bragged.
"If you're talking about your lousy arm, a piece of ROOF fell and hit you. If anyone bothered to check, there was a bit of the blood on the plaster next to you. You were lucky it didn't smash you." The soon-to-be eleven-year-old drawled.
"How would YOU know?" She snapped.
"I was THERE stupid. Or don't you remember?"
"Harry! Quiet!" James snapped. "Apologize now."
"What for?" He demanded.
"Fire! Harry fire!" Tyler shouted happily, Harry snapped his head to the young child, confused. But the child's face got sad and he started to whimper. "Want fire!" He cried.
"Tyler, it's all right. Here, here's a fire." Lily cooed as she made a blue flame from her wand. Tyler reached out to touch it, so Harry used his magic to cool it, but Lily grabbed his hand. "No, fire is hot." She scolded. Tyler's eyes teared up again.
"Want fire! I want fire!" He cried. Harry groaned to himself, he knew the small kid couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Harry, what is he talking about?" James demanded angrily. "You don't have any of those math things, do you?"
"It's a match, dear. And you better not have any young man."
"I don't have any, and he's just talking about a game we play. Don't worry about it."
"What is this game? I don't remember any game with fire in it." She said sternly.
"You stopped playing with me when I was three, I made up my own games." Harry stated dryly.
"Then what game do you play with my baby? You better not be corrupting him." She warned.
"I'm not doing anything to your precious child!" Harry yelled.
"Don't talk to your mother like that." James snapped.
"Why not? You treat me like some kind of visitor that you don't want."
"Go to your room and when you get your wand, you won't get it until you start school. Maybe you'll learn some manners then." James growled. Harry shot up and walked from the room, leaving a still crying Tyler with four people that didn't know what to do.
"It's not like I need a wand anyway." He muttered. He sat down and began to read his potion's book when he heard footsteps, after quickly moving everything to the corners, the door opened. He glared at the intruder as he looked up from the book he had grabbed. It was a book about Quidditch.
"I know that you lied to mum and dad." His sister said simply.
"And how would you prove that?" Harry snapped. "You can't, so if you would leave, don't let the door hit you one the way out." He dismissed her and returned to his book. She stormed up and pulled the book from him.
"Give it back, right now." He growled. It was a gift for Christmas from Brian; he always sent him a couple gifts for Christmas and his birthday.
"No, all I have to do is take it and tell mum and dad that it's mine and you stole it." She said simply.
"Your plan won't work. Brian wrote on the inside cover, he ALWAYS does." He smirked. "Now, if you would give it back." He held his hand out.
"They won't look." Iria said calmly.
"I'll make them. They know it's mine, YOU don't like Quidditch. Or rather, you like it, but act like you don't because you're no good." Harry smirked.
"Shut up stupid!" She yelled, face red. Harry snatched the book from her and carried her out of his room only to meet and owl. He looked at its tag and saw his name in neat script. He took the package and opened it to reveal a broom, but it was unlike any he had ever seen. His name was written in elegant, emerald letters. Both stared at it, awestruck. Harry pulled it over and held it, it was perfectly balanced and Harry could FEEL how good it was. He looked at the note with it. "Read it." Iria ordered.
"Harry, I got this for your eleventh birthday, it took two years to be made. There isn't another out there like it, only one has ever been made. I got the best broom makers of the world together, they were planning one anyway, and I spoke to them. They started making it right away. It is the most advanced broom ever and also has the ability to be invisible, along with its passengers. If you ride it for long distances, it has a comfort charm on it. It won't burn or break and it will stay in the same condition it is in now for about one hundred years, at the least. It can also be faster then is safe, but has many safety charms on it.
"Hope you enjoy it, it wasn't too much money so don't worry about it. Wish you luck at Hogwarts, it has a case so that only you can open it and the case is unbreakable as well. Happy eleventh, Brian." He read.
"This is SO cool! I'm going to try it out, then write a thank you note." He said before running off. He ran outside and got on, only sitting there for a short while, enjoying the craftsmanship."
"Dad! Harry has a broom!" Iria yelled.
"What! What are you talking about?" James asked form the house. He went outside while Harry just flew lazily around. "Harry! Where'd you get that?" He yelled.
"I want one!" Iria cried.
"Brian gave it to me for my eleventh!" Harry called back as he increased the broom's speed.
"We're leaving!" Lily yelled. Harry sped to the house and smirked at his stunned father.
"I want one!" Iria repeated.
"You can't have one; this was the only one made. It's MINE too." He boasted.
"They probably made it for me and made a mistake. I'M the one that defeated the Dark Lord!"
"It was made for me and it has MY name on it. This is one thing of mine you can't have."
"Then you have to make him give it to me." She was looking at James.
"He can't make me do anything for you. Now stay away from my broom and my room. I'm having Minnie lock if for me so you can't get in." He then strode past them and into his room. He did tell Minnie to lock his room, but he also put his own locking spell on it.
When they got to Diagon Ally, Harry was all smiles, telling Tyler and, to an extent, his mum about his new broom. Tyler didn't really seem to understand, but he was smiling because the person talking to him was happy. Harry got his robes and books before heading to get his wand. The tree walked in and an old man approached them.
"Hello, Harry is in-"
"Need of a wand." The old man cut Lily off quickly. "Yes, I think you'll be very powerful, seeing whom you're related to. Try this one." He handed the boy a wand. When Harry touched it, he immediately didn't like it. He put it down. "No?" He asked. After going through most of the wands, the man grinned. "Tricky customer, eh?"
"What about that one?" He pointed to one on a desk.
"If you're sure." The man said uncertainly. "I don't think you should expect much, though." He said. He gave it to the boy and Harry didn't get a bad feeling from it. He flicked it and it let out sparks. He knew that if he wanted to stop them he could have, but he thought the man wouldn't have let him use it if he did stop the sparks. "My my, I didn't even get a chance to finish that wand. I should think great things will come of you, very great."
"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." Lily said hurriedly, ushering Harry out quickly. "Wait, what do you mean it isn't finished?" She asked as she reached the door.
"There isn't a core." Mr. Ollivander said. "It's nine inches ash, slightly bendy."
"Thank you again." She said. Harry looked slightly confused, but followed her anyway. "Now, all we have left is your supplies." She said to herself. They finished the shopping quickly and went home to see that no one else was there. "Must still be at the pitch." Lily said. "Harry; watch Tyler outside until dinner, a house elf will be sent to you for lunch." Harry nodded and collected Tyler from her.
"Ty, do you want to fly with me on my new broom?" He asked the boy after he collected his broom. The boy looked up and nodded. Harry smirked and picked the two-year-old up. "Now hold on tight." He whispered before shooting off with one had around his younger brother.
"Faster! Faster!" Tyler chanted. Harry speed up a hair. He then stopped at transfigured his robe into a wide jacket. He put his brother in the jacket and used both hands on the broom while the jacket, and his fire magic (used to make the jacket stronger) held Tyler close to him.
"Ty, hold on as tight as you can." He began to fly in lazy circles, speeding up almost too slow to notice while Tyler giggled his joy. When he felt he was going fast enough, he dived. It was a steep dive and Harry could feel the rush that diving always gave him. When he was almost on the ground, he pulled up so that he could let his fingers flow over the grass.
"Do again! Do again Harry!" Tyler yelled gleefully.
"Harry Potter! Get over here!" His mum's angry voice yelled. He looked over to see the four other people of his family. He few over and got off. He unzipped the jacket and was about to put Tyler on the ground when James took him roughly, pushing Harry down with the force of the hit. "Is he okay? Is my baby okay?" Lily asked. For a brief moment, Harry thought, or hoped, that she meant him. That wasn't to be as she was hovering over James and Tyler.
"He's fine, it's a wonder HE didn't kill him." James said. "You're grounded until you go to Hogwarts, put your broom in the shed and go to your room." He ordered.
"I will NOT put my broom in the shed. It's my broom and I don't trust any of you not to do anything to it. I didn't even do anything wrong, mum told me to watch Tyler and I was." Harry snarled.
"You almost killed him! I won't be making the mistake of letting you alone with him again, you filthy child." Lily fumed. Her words tore at Harry 's heart, but he won't let them see, he would be hurt later, when no one could see. Harry just picked his broom up and walked inside; trying to block out the giggles of his brother and sister while Tyler called for 'more broom'.
Harry shut his door and locked it before collapsing and letting his tear out; he didn't make a sound while he pulled himself up and put his broom away. He made his way to his bed and began to cry even harder; still not letting out a sound except for gasps for breath and sniffling. He then realized that his mum didn't send the lunch out. He called house elf.
"Why didn't mum send you out for lunch?" He asked.
"Mistress Potter wants picnic for family. You get food from kitchen." Mickey said. Harry nodded sadly.
Until Hogwarts, Harry began to practice twice as hard and learn as much as he could, a he couldn't fly. He only went up for meals. When his birthday came, he got a card from his family with a galleon in it; it was the same present every birthday. For Christmas, he would get a book and a galleon or just two galleons. He didn't get anything from Brian as he already had his present. He sent a long thank you note along with and another smaller note that he asked Brian to duplicate and send to the broom makers, as he didn't know how many there were.
When it was the day for Hogwarts, Harry looked over everything for the third time to make sure it was all there. When he was positive, he pulled it up to the fire before running to get breakfast. He ate quickly, almost jumping with excitement. "All right, now go to the wall between platform 9 and platform 10. Walk through the wall and it will take you to platform 9¾." James told him.
"Bye everyone!" He yelled before going through the fire, feeling slightly hurt that they didn't say good bye back to him. He went to the place that his father told him to walk through and did so. He was an hour early and only a few people were there. He put his trunk away and got on the train in an empty compartment, sitting near the window. He didn't see many kids getting on without saying goodbye to tearful parents first. Feeling a tug at his heart, he began reading the dragon book he got last Christmas from Brian. He hadn't gotten the chance to read it earlier. It was a big book and went into detail about the different types of dragons. Brian told him that he would get him the other fourteen by his fifth year.
The eldest Potter hadn't gotten through very much of the chapter before the door slid open. In the frame, a boy with white hair stood.
"This is my compartment. What are you doing here?" He asked. The boy immediately reminded Harry of Iria and, to a lesser extent, Markus. Harry looked into his eyes coldly.
After a short while, "You can move. I didn't see any reserved sign on the door and your stuff wasn't here. If I want to sit here, I will. You can deal with it or leave." Harry said before turning back to his book.
"Crabbe, Goyle." He said sharply. Two large boys came up behind him. "Now unless you want trouble." He left the end open and the two boys hit their hands.
"I don't want nor need you to be here. I don't care about your bodyguards and you don't scare me. You only just showed how weak you are by needing protection." Harry said simply. When Crabbe and Goyle came in, he brought his wand out of his sleeve and shot both boys out of the compartment. He rose to his fully height and stared at the pale boy in front of him. "Get out." He ordered in short words.
"My father will hear of this!" The boy sputtered.
"You tell your father. Tell your father that you didn't get your compartment because the person in it was more powerful. Tell him how weak you are, that will make him proud, his son whining about not getting what he wants. Unless of course, whining is the only thing your father can do." Harry hissed poisonously.
"You'll pay mudblood." He snarled.
"I'm not a mudblood, stupid. I come from a pureblooded family."
"Then I would know who you are." The boy said haughtily.
"Since I don't know you, should I call you a mudblood?" Harry retorted. The blonde's face contorted in hate.
"I'm a Malfoy!" The boy growled.
"And I'm a Potter, and no, against popular belief, my mother is pure blood. Now if you would be so kind as to leave." He smirked as he magically pushed the boy out. The rest of the train ride was uneventful. When he felt the train stop, he shrunk his book and left.
"Firs' years over 'ere!" A giant man called. Harry moved over to him and sat in a boat with three other boys. When he finally saw the castle, he could only stare at the majestic sight. When they finally got out of the boats, Harry stood in line while ghosts flew in the room.
"Now, come down and when I call your name, go to the stool and place the hat on your head." An old lady said before opening the door. He stood patiently while the hat sang it's song and when the sorting began, he waited his turn.
"Potter, Harry!" She called and he walked up to the stool and placed the hat on.
*Harry Potter. You're unusual. Yes, you are very clever and have a thirst to prove yourself. You also wish to learn all you can, but yet you are very brave and loyal to those you believe deserve your loyalty. You could fit in any house, but only one house can lead you to greatness. You shall be in-*
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted. Harry got up and walked to the cheering tale. He looked at Malfoy in disgust, Draco, he though his name was. He listened to the headmaster's speech and when the food came, he began to eat immediately.
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Finally, the day came where he got his Hogwarts letter. He read through it before whupping for joy, even though he knew everything up to fifth year, he would bring the sixth and seventh year books with him.
"Mum! Dad! I got my letter! I got accepted to Hogwarts!" He cheered.
"HE can't go to Hogwarts; I want to go to Hogwarts!" Iria whined. Harry smirked at her.
"Well, I have to go to Diagon Ally anyway and you were going to take Iria and Mark to the pitch so I'll just bring him and Ty with me." She said and James nodded at the idea.
"I don't LIKE brooms!" Iria whined.
"But both of you need to be able to fly before Hogwarts." James sighed. "Ty, I hope I'll get a Quidditch player out of you."
"Why didn't HE have to learn?" Iria pointed to Harry.
"I don't have to LEARN, I all ready KNOW." Harry drawled.
"I checked him when he was four, he flew then, but you two can't even get the brooms off the ground."
"But he's almost a squib!" Markus protested.
"I'm better then BOTH of you."
"Not better then ME! I defeated You-Know-Who!" Iria bragged.
"If you're talking about your lousy arm, a piece of ROOF fell and hit you. If anyone bothered to check, there was a bit of the blood on the plaster next to you. You were lucky it didn't smash you." The soon-to-be eleven-year-old drawled.
"How would YOU know?" She snapped.
"I was THERE stupid. Or don't you remember?"
"Harry! Quiet!" James snapped. "Apologize now."
"What for?" He demanded.
"Fire! Harry fire!" Tyler shouted happily, Harry snapped his head to the young child, confused. But the child's face got sad and he started to whimper. "Want fire!" He cried.
"Tyler, it's all right. Here, here's a fire." Lily cooed as she made a blue flame from her wand. Tyler reached out to touch it, so Harry used his magic to cool it, but Lily grabbed his hand. "No, fire is hot." She scolded. Tyler's eyes teared up again.
"Want fire! I want fire!" He cried. Harry groaned to himself, he knew the small kid couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Harry, what is he talking about?" James demanded angrily. "You don't have any of those math things, do you?"
"It's a match, dear. And you better not have any young man."
"I don't have any, and he's just talking about a game we play. Don't worry about it."
"What is this game? I don't remember any game with fire in it." She said sternly.
"You stopped playing with me when I was three, I made up my own games." Harry stated dryly.
"Then what game do you play with my baby? You better not be corrupting him." She warned.
"I'm not doing anything to your precious child!" Harry yelled.
"Don't talk to your mother like that." James snapped.
"Why not? You treat me like some kind of visitor that you don't want."
"Go to your room and when you get your wand, you won't get it until you start school. Maybe you'll learn some manners then." James growled. Harry shot up and walked from the room, leaving a still crying Tyler with four people that didn't know what to do.
"It's not like I need a wand anyway." He muttered. He sat down and began to read his potion's book when he heard footsteps, after quickly moving everything to the corners, the door opened. He glared at the intruder as he looked up from the book he had grabbed. It was a book about Quidditch.
"I know that you lied to mum and dad." His sister said simply.
"And how would you prove that?" Harry snapped. "You can't, so if you would leave, don't let the door hit you one the way out." He dismissed her and returned to his book. She stormed up and pulled the book from him.
"Give it back, right now." He growled. It was a gift for Christmas from Brian; he always sent him a couple gifts for Christmas and his birthday.
"No, all I have to do is take it and tell mum and dad that it's mine and you stole it." She said simply.
"Your plan won't work. Brian wrote on the inside cover, he ALWAYS does." He smirked. "Now, if you would give it back." He held his hand out.
"They won't look." Iria said calmly.
"I'll make them. They know it's mine, YOU don't like Quidditch. Or rather, you like it, but act like you don't because you're no good." Harry smirked.
"Shut up stupid!" She yelled, face red. Harry snatched the book from her and carried her out of his room only to meet and owl. He looked at its tag and saw his name in neat script. He took the package and opened it to reveal a broom, but it was unlike any he had ever seen. His name was written in elegant, emerald letters. Both stared at it, awestruck. Harry pulled it over and held it, it was perfectly balanced and Harry could FEEL how good it was. He looked at the note with it. "Read it." Iria ordered.
"Harry, I got this for your eleventh birthday, it took two years to be made. There isn't another out there like it, only one has ever been made. I got the best broom makers of the world together, they were planning one anyway, and I spoke to them. They started making it right away. It is the most advanced broom ever and also has the ability to be invisible, along with its passengers. If you ride it for long distances, it has a comfort charm on it. It won't burn or break and it will stay in the same condition it is in now for about one hundred years, at the least. It can also be faster then is safe, but has many safety charms on it.
"Hope you enjoy it, it wasn't too much money so don't worry about it. Wish you luck at Hogwarts, it has a case so that only you can open it and the case is unbreakable as well. Happy eleventh, Brian." He read.
"This is SO cool! I'm going to try it out, then write a thank you note." He said before running off. He ran outside and got on, only sitting there for a short while, enjoying the craftsmanship."
"Dad! Harry has a broom!" Iria yelled.
"What! What are you talking about?" James asked form the house. He went outside while Harry just flew lazily around. "Harry! Where'd you get that?" He yelled.
"I want one!" Iria cried.
"Brian gave it to me for my eleventh!" Harry called back as he increased the broom's speed.
"We're leaving!" Lily yelled. Harry sped to the house and smirked at his stunned father.
"I want one!" Iria repeated.
"You can't have one; this was the only one made. It's MINE too." He boasted.
"They probably made it for me and made a mistake. I'M the one that defeated the Dark Lord!"
"It was made for me and it has MY name on it. This is one thing of mine you can't have."
"Then you have to make him give it to me." She was looking at James.
"He can't make me do anything for you. Now stay away from my broom and my room. I'm having Minnie lock if for me so you can't get in." He then strode past them and into his room. He did tell Minnie to lock his room, but he also put his own locking spell on it.
When they got to Diagon Ally, Harry was all smiles, telling Tyler and, to an extent, his mum about his new broom. Tyler didn't really seem to understand, but he was smiling because the person talking to him was happy. Harry got his robes and books before heading to get his wand. The tree walked in and an old man approached them.
"Hello, Harry is in-"
"Need of a wand." The old man cut Lily off quickly. "Yes, I think you'll be very powerful, seeing whom you're related to. Try this one." He handed the boy a wand. When Harry touched it, he immediately didn't like it. He put it down. "No?" He asked. After going through most of the wands, the man grinned. "Tricky customer, eh?"
"What about that one?" He pointed to one on a desk.
"If you're sure." The man said uncertainly. "I don't think you should expect much, though." He said. He gave it to the boy and Harry didn't get a bad feeling from it. He flicked it and it let out sparks. He knew that if he wanted to stop them he could have, but he thought the man wouldn't have let him use it if he did stop the sparks. "My my, I didn't even get a chance to finish that wand. I should think great things will come of you, very great."
"Thank you, Mr. Ollivander." Lily said hurriedly, ushering Harry out quickly. "Wait, what do you mean it isn't finished?" She asked as she reached the door.
"There isn't a core." Mr. Ollivander said. "It's nine inches ash, slightly bendy."
"Thank you again." She said. Harry looked slightly confused, but followed her anyway. "Now, all we have left is your supplies." She said to herself. They finished the shopping quickly and went home to see that no one else was there. "Must still be at the pitch." Lily said. "Harry; watch Tyler outside until dinner, a house elf will be sent to you for lunch." Harry nodded and collected Tyler from her.
"Ty, do you want to fly with me on my new broom?" He asked the boy after he collected his broom. The boy looked up and nodded. Harry smirked and picked the two-year-old up. "Now hold on tight." He whispered before shooting off with one had around his younger brother.
"Faster! Faster!" Tyler chanted. Harry speed up a hair. He then stopped at transfigured his robe into a wide jacket. He put his brother in the jacket and used both hands on the broom while the jacket, and his fire magic (used to make the jacket stronger) held Tyler close to him.
"Ty, hold on as tight as you can." He began to fly in lazy circles, speeding up almost too slow to notice while Tyler giggled his joy. When he felt he was going fast enough, he dived. It was a steep dive and Harry could feel the rush that diving always gave him. When he was almost on the ground, he pulled up so that he could let his fingers flow over the grass.
"Do again! Do again Harry!" Tyler yelled gleefully.
"Harry Potter! Get over here!" His mum's angry voice yelled. He looked over to see the four other people of his family. He few over and got off. He unzipped the jacket and was about to put Tyler on the ground when James took him roughly, pushing Harry down with the force of the hit. "Is he okay? Is my baby okay?" Lily asked. For a brief moment, Harry thought, or hoped, that she meant him. That wasn't to be as she was hovering over James and Tyler.
"He's fine, it's a wonder HE didn't kill him." James said. "You're grounded until you go to Hogwarts, put your broom in the shed and go to your room." He ordered.
"I will NOT put my broom in the shed. It's my broom and I don't trust any of you not to do anything to it. I didn't even do anything wrong, mum told me to watch Tyler and I was." Harry snarled.
"You almost killed him! I won't be making the mistake of letting you alone with him again, you filthy child." Lily fumed. Her words tore at Harry 's heart, but he won't let them see, he would be hurt later, when no one could see. Harry just picked his broom up and walked inside; trying to block out the giggles of his brother and sister while Tyler called for 'more broom'.
Harry shut his door and locked it before collapsing and letting his tear out; he didn't make a sound while he pulled himself up and put his broom away. He made his way to his bed and began to cry even harder; still not letting out a sound except for gasps for breath and sniffling. He then realized that his mum didn't send the lunch out. He called house elf.
"Why didn't mum send you out for lunch?" He asked.
"Mistress Potter wants picnic for family. You get food from kitchen." Mickey said. Harry nodded sadly.
Until Hogwarts, Harry began to practice twice as hard and learn as much as he could, a he couldn't fly. He only went up for meals. When his birthday came, he got a card from his family with a galleon in it; it was the same present every birthday. For Christmas, he would get a book and a galleon or just two galleons. He didn't get anything from Brian as he already had his present. He sent a long thank you note along with and another smaller note that he asked Brian to duplicate and send to the broom makers, as he didn't know how many there were.
When it was the day for Hogwarts, Harry looked over everything for the third time to make sure it was all there. When he was positive, he pulled it up to the fire before running to get breakfast. He ate quickly, almost jumping with excitement. "All right, now go to the wall between platform 9 and platform 10. Walk through the wall and it will take you to platform 9¾." James told him.
"Bye everyone!" He yelled before going through the fire, feeling slightly hurt that they didn't say good bye back to him. He went to the place that his father told him to walk through and did so. He was an hour early and only a few people were there. He put his trunk away and got on the train in an empty compartment, sitting near the window. He didn't see many kids getting on without saying goodbye to tearful parents first. Feeling a tug at his heart, he began reading the dragon book he got last Christmas from Brian. He hadn't gotten the chance to read it earlier. It was a big book and went into detail about the different types of dragons. Brian told him that he would get him the other fourteen by his fifth year.
The eldest Potter hadn't gotten through very much of the chapter before the door slid open. In the frame, a boy with white hair stood.
"This is my compartment. What are you doing here?" He asked. The boy immediately reminded Harry of Iria and, to a lesser extent, Markus. Harry looked into his eyes coldly.
After a short while, "You can move. I didn't see any reserved sign on the door and your stuff wasn't here. If I want to sit here, I will. You can deal with it or leave." Harry said before turning back to his book.
"Crabbe, Goyle." He said sharply. Two large boys came up behind him. "Now unless you want trouble." He left the end open and the two boys hit their hands.
"I don't want nor need you to be here. I don't care about your bodyguards and you don't scare me. You only just showed how weak you are by needing protection." Harry said simply. When Crabbe and Goyle came in, he brought his wand out of his sleeve and shot both boys out of the compartment. He rose to his fully height and stared at the pale boy in front of him. "Get out." He ordered in short words.
"My father will hear of this!" The boy sputtered.
"You tell your father. Tell your father that you didn't get your compartment because the person in it was more powerful. Tell him how weak you are, that will make him proud, his son whining about not getting what he wants. Unless of course, whining is the only thing your father can do." Harry hissed poisonously.
"You'll pay mudblood." He snarled.
"I'm not a mudblood, stupid. I come from a pureblooded family."
"Then I would know who you are." The boy said haughtily.
"Since I don't know you, should I call you a mudblood?" Harry retorted. The blonde's face contorted in hate.
"I'm a Malfoy!" The boy growled.
"And I'm a Potter, and no, against popular belief, my mother is pure blood. Now if you would be so kind as to leave." He smirked as he magically pushed the boy out. The rest of the train ride was uneventful. When he felt the train stop, he shrunk his book and left.
"Firs' years over 'ere!" A giant man called. Harry moved over to him and sat in a boat with three other boys. When he finally saw the castle, he could only stare at the majestic sight. When they finally got out of the boats, Harry stood in line while ghosts flew in the room.
"Now, come down and when I call your name, go to the stool and place the hat on your head." An old lady said before opening the door. He stood patiently while the hat sang it's song and when the sorting began, he waited his turn.
"Potter, Harry!" She called and he walked up to the stool and placed the hat on.
*Harry Potter. You're unusual. Yes, you are very clever and have a thirst to prove yourself. You also wish to learn all you can, but yet you are very brave and loyal to those you believe deserve your loyalty. You could fit in any house, but only one house can lead you to greatness. You shall be in-*
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat shouted. Harry got up and walked to the cheering tale. He looked at Malfoy in disgust, Draco, he though his name was. He listened to the headmaster's speech and when the food came, he began to eat immediately.
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