This is a short one which I wrote today only. The next chapter will be a bit longer and didn't fit well if I continued it here. Anyways, let me know your thoughts in the comments.
albus potter-greengrass: yes it is a harry/daphne pairing but it will take quite some time to reach there.
Skaken Bloodbane: thanks for the review, and yeah I am very much looking forward to write new chapters for this fic.
Note: edited for formatting
It was an unusually overcrowded day at the King's Cross Station.
But another thing that was out of the ordinary were the scores of bizarre looking people departing from the railroad terminal.
Most of them have donned robes and cloaks, the ones that thespians put on at the playhouse. One or two were even wearing creepy looking pointed hats and walking with fancy sticks.
Needless to say a great deal of commuters were left flummoxed while the station employees just rolled their eyes at the mysterious biannual occurrence.
...
A dark haired boy, wearing clothes that were too big for his scraggy frame was watching the people around him with his distinctive green eyes as he pushed his luggage through the train platform.
This seemingly ordinary platform was actually an escape for him from his relatives and the dull normalcy of his mundane life. To him this place was a portal to the amazing and mesmerizing world of magic.
He had read somewhere that the King's Cross Station was built by the Great Northern Railway in the mid-nineteenth century. He wondered how students reached Hogwarts before that.
He considered himself lucky that nowadays they had the Hogwarts Express as he reckoned coming to Hogsmeade in a school bus with Malfoy wouldn't be such a pleasurable experience.
As Harry moved, his eyes drifted to his fellow school mates.
A plump golden-blonde boy was being hugged by an old lady, probably his grandmother.
Another blonde but thin boy was being escorted out by his parents who seemed to be sickened at the sight of muggles nearby.
A lanky black boy was conversing enthusiastically with a tall black man, most likely his father as they took their leave.
An attractive icy-blonde girl was passionately kissing a black boy who had his hands around her waist and was being pushed up against a pillar.
The green-eyed boy picked up his speed to look for his relatives.
He had just bid farewell to his two best friends. The ginger-haired lanky one named Ron had left excitedly with his red-headed family, promising to contact him later regarding the Quidditch World Cup this year.
His other friend, a bushy-haired girl christened Hermione had gone off to find her parents after crushing his ribs and ordering him to write a letter every other week.
Thinking about how lucky he was to have such good friends, Harry thrusted his trolley and an empty cage forward continuing his search of the Dursleys.
He had sent Hedwig off with a letter to Sirius, asking whether the escaped convict had found a safe shelter yet. Harry hadn't heard from the man since helping him escape with Buckbeak.
He was diverted from his search by a loud voice from the side "OVER HERE BOY".
Uncle Vernon was standing at the exit trying to maintain as much distance as possible with the people wearing cloaks and pointed hats.
He waved his hand at Harry to hurry and left for the parking.
As Harry made his way towards the parking lot following his uncle, he couldn't help but note the similarities between the overweight man and Lucius Malfoy.
Both hated people of each other's kind with a passion and wanted to have no truck with them.
To them wizards/muggles were an abomination of nature respectively and should have no right to exist. Both pamper their sons to such an extent that their off-springs thought themselves as the Kings of the land, bullying other children if they didn't have their way.
He was amused by imagining the reactions on their faces if they knew they were being compared.
He would give a portion of his vault at Gringotts just to see that.
...
As he reached Uncle Vernon's car, a Vauxhall Vectra Estate, Harry spotted Dudley sitting in the front seat beside the one with the steering wheel.
The neck-less rotund boy was glaring at him, probably for making him wait in the car. Harry glared back in response and moved towards the rear of the vehicle where Uncle Vernon was holding the car boot open.
Harry lifted his trunk and placed it inside. His uncle motioned for him to sit quickly and went for the driving seat.
An hour later, Harry was sitting on the back seat of his uncle's car licking at his Belgium Chocolate Sundae.
Dudley had requested Uncle Vernon to buy him one... or two as it seemed both of his hands were occupied.
Uncle Vernon had let Harry buy one as well...of course from his own money. Harry didn't complain.
They have reached Little Whinging a while ago and will be at Privet Drive any moment.
Harry was amazed that he remembered certain monuments from his ride on the Knight Bus the previous year.
Though to be fair the Farnham Castle, Guildford Cathedral and the Claremont House were hard to miss.
He wondered what it would be like to ride his Firebolt above the county of Surrey. It would be a beautiful view.
On that thought, he mused what will Dudley do if he knew that Harry owned one of the fastest vehicles in his world.
He would probably order Uncle Vernon to buy him one of those fast Kawasaki or Ducati motorbikes that Harry had seen on the roads of London.
But he would be in for a disappointment as Harry knew those bikes cost a fortune.
...
As he was thinking over this, Uncle Vernon turned a sharp left and they set foot or rather wheels on the street of Privet Drive.
There behind the sign of number 4 was his childhood home, or more aptly his prison.
He remembered doing all the household chores starting from the age of eight to the day his Hogwarts' letter came.
He had to cook meals, vacuum the rugs and carpets, do laundry, clean the bathrooms and pretty much everything else.
After doing all of this he would be locked up in his cupboard, and released as per their wish. And this was during the holidays, on school days Harry would nearly pass out from the exertion at school and all this work.
Then summer would come and he had to help Aunt Petunia in maintaining her garden as well.
Nothing much had changed. This was still his prison. Just that he was now granted a room of his own and an interim bail for nine months every year to study at Hogwarts, courtesy of Hagrid.
He still laughed reminiscing about the stormy night the giant man came to the shack in the middle of the ocean. Harry had made a wish that night and it had come true.
Hagrid was his first friend in the wizarding world and not even Ron could replace him.
As Uncle Vernon parked the car in the driveway, Harry shifted the cage beside him while wiping his mouth with the napkin to clean any traces of the delish ice cream.
Exiting the vehicle, he lifted his trunk from the boot and began dragging it along with the cage.
As he was about to enter through the front door, Uncle Vernon gave him the look which said behave or I will make you to which Harry nodded.
He was more than tempted to tell his uncle that he now had a godfather who was a dangerous criminal, convicted of murder and would like to check up on the well-being of his godson. But the Dursleys had not done anything unpleasant till now.
Aunt Petunia's behaviour remained to be seen but he would wait for a while and mention Sirius only if necessary. Maybe...just maybe, his relatives would not trouble him this summer. Miracles do happen, right?
Wishing that, Harry Potter entered the house at 4 Privet Drive hoping for a peaceful and swift summer.