The Missing Boy

Chapter 4

A/N: Harry potter dose not belong to me. Thank to all you who reviewed! I love you all! here's the next chapter for you!

thought

Harry woke to the sound of whispering. Harry sat up in his bed, the memories of last night returning quickly. The whispering continued out side the hangings of his bed.

"I can't believe it! He's in our House! Our dorm!"

"What do you think he's like? Do you think he's nice?"

"Who knows Ron, I mean he did look pretty scary when he. . . . um. . . . . appeared. How did he do that anyway?"

"Um should we wake him, he's gonna miss breakfast." The one named Ron asked.

Harry decided that he had heard enough and got out of bed. His roommates looked like deer caught in the headlights. "Hey mate, we were just gonna wake you, breakfast has already started, you don't want to miss it."

"Yes, thanks." Harry replied. The others shifted nervously and headed to the Common Room. When Harry looked down at the side of his bed he saw a beautiful red and gold trunk with his initials on it. Interested Harry bent down to open it up. When opened Harry found a note laying on top. It read:

Mr. Potter,

These are your things, books, clothes, and other supplies that you will need for school. Also your wand. Mr. Ollivander was sure he new which one was for you. There is also a small amount of money for you to purchase other things you might want.

Dumbledore

In the trunk Harry found all his schoolbooks, clothes; jeans, t-shirts, hoodies and his robes. Harry realized that this was gonna be more difficult then he thought. He had never really done that well around other people. People on the streets weren't really the best sort of people. Harry had never really fallen in with the bad crowed he had run some drugs once for sum kids, but even though his life was shit, he didn't want to end up like them. He saw both kids and adults, high, drunk violent. Using whatever little money they had scrounged up to get their next fix. Harry would steel, yes, but only what he needed to survive, food, clothes.

Harry quickly got dressed-in clothes better then anything he had ever owned-and headed out only to realize after he had left the portrait hole that he had know idea where he was going and know idea what the password was to Gryffindor tower. With nothing else to do Harry went looking for his first class. I mean how hard could it be?

An hour later Harry admitted to himself that he was lost. Completely. This place was huge, he had tried lots of doors and had not had come a crossed anyone, his luck just wasn't with him today. It didn't help the stair case keep changing when he tried to get some where. As Harry turned the corner he found another hallway full of doors. Harry reached for the nearest one when it opened. Harry jumped to the side as a flood of students came out.

"Mr. Potter?" said a stern looking woman who had just come out of the classroom

"Er..yes..Professor..."

"Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher, I did not see you in my class."

"Sorry Professor, I got lost...I couldn't find the classroom or anyone to help me...."

McGonagall stared down at him. " Why did you not ask one of the paintings for assistance? They would have pointed you in the right direction." Harry looked at her strangely.

"Um..a panting professor?"

McGonagall's eyes widened in realization "Oh! Mr. Potter I..."

McGonagalls POV

"Um..a panting professor?" the boy looked at her with questioning eyes.

McGonagall's eyes widened in realization Oh my "Oh! Mr. Potter I..." Of corse he know Minerva! Probably less then the muggel born students. "...Please fallow me."

Normal POV

Harry fallowed Professor McGonagall in to her class room. She went to her desk and shuffled through some paper before turning around to address him. "Here you are mister Potter this is you tome table and a map of the school, you next class is Charms so t suggest you hurry, you don't want to be late." McGonagall handed him a third piece of paper. "Give this to Professor Flitwick when you get there, and do remember you can ask the paintings for directions, now off you go."

Harry said his thank you and headed out to find the Charms classroom. He did indeed need to ask for help and that was a wired experience. When Harry reached the Charms classroom class had already begun the door was open so Harry walked up and knocked on the door frame before entering. Everyone was staring at him he didn't like that he wasn't used to people noticing him at all. He saw most of those eyes darting to his scar. He walked dup to the professor and handed him the note. "Sorry, I got lost"

Professor Flitwick scanned the note then looked at him. "Yes, yes have a seat and will continue." Harry nodded and headed for the empty seat next to the red head boy from his dorm. Professor Flitwick continued his lecture and asked them to turn to page 25 in their texts The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) and to practice the swish and flick wand movement for the levitation charm. With a sigh Harry realized today really wasn't his day. He had forgot his book. Just then a book slid in front of Harry. The boy next to him smiled. "We can share mine, I'm Rom Weasley, sorry we were talking about you this morning."

Harry look at the boy, he seamed nice enough, maybe he had just made a friend. "Thanks" Harry told the boy returning his smile.

After charms they headed for the great hall for lunch. "You really didn't miss all that much in transfiguration, I'll lend ya my notes." Ron said to Harry as they walked.

"Thanks, that would be great."

"Ug!" groaned the red headed boy. "We have potions with the Slytherins next!"

Harry looked strangely at his new friend. "Is that bad?"

Ron stopped in shock and just blinked at Harry. "Is that bad? That horrible! The Slytherins are evil they hate Gryffindors and we hate them! Their no good dirty liars and cheaters the lot of them! And worst of all the Potions professor is there head of house and my brothers told me he favors them, gives them tons of house points and takes away Gryffindor points if we don't breathe the way he likes!" as Harry listened to his friend rant he realized that potions mite not be all that fun. He was sad about that because he had read chemistry books in the past and had liked it a lot and thought potions might be similar to that. Harry's thoughts came to a halt as he and Ron enter the Great Hall. Everyone was looking at him and some were pointing. Harry remembered what Dumbledore had told him, they had all thought he was dead. It was natural that they would be curious but it still made him uncomfortable. Harry bowed his head hand headed for his table when he sat down though he was quickly ascended on by two identical looking red heads.

" 'ello there Harry ..."

"Nice to meet you ..."

"This is Fred..." one red head said pointing to the other.

"And he's George..but we'll answer to whatever."

"Um ... hello nice to meet you I think?" Harry replied looking questioningly at Ron.

Ron laughed "These idiots are my insane brothers Harry, there harmless unless you eat something they give you." Harry raised his eyebrow and laughed. They all sat down for lunch chatting about their lives Harry was very interested in the Weasley family.