Harry had been in an awful mood the rest of the summer. He had yet to hear from this 'Professor McGonagall'. It seemed she was going to be as reliable as the rest of the adults in his life. Dudley had returned from Aunt Marge's in nearly as bad of a mood as Harry and the two boys clashed more than usual.
Aunt Petunia had resorted to keeping Harry locked in his cupboard most of the time. She had threatened tossing him out on more than one occasion for irritating her poor 'Dudders', but Harry had lost all sense of caring. Part of him hoped she would toss him out so he could finally be free of all of them. He hated this house and more importantly hated the occupants.
Harry often wondered how such terrible people could even be related to him and often he thought they must think the same. School was upon them though and while Aunt Petunia seemed overjoyed to have Harry out of the house most of the day she was equally upset to have less time home with her precious son.
Harry woke up on the first day of school to a sharp rapping and instructions to wash up and start walking to school. Dudley, of course, would be given a ride from Mr. Dursley on his way to work. He didn't mind though. It was a nice chance to be alone for a while and not be stuck inside that stuffy cupboard.
He was one of the first students at the school and sat in his form room waiting for everyone else to arrive. Harry had zoned out staring at a bird outside when a spitball crashed into the side of his face. He wiped off the offending wad of paper and spit and turned to see Dudley and his lackeys giggling in the back corner.
"Mr. Potter." The teacher called and Harry turned to face the instructor. "You are to head to the Headmaster's office."
"Oooooh," The class called and Harry groaned. How had he managed to get into trouble on the first day. He grabbed his book off the desk and headed for the office.
"Mr. Potter." The headmaster greeted, "Please, take a seat."
Harry obeyed and sat in the wooden chair. He fidgeted with a loose string from his shirt as the Headmaster addressed him.
"Now, Mr. Potter. It has come to my attention that you have been struggling in your studies and continuously disrupt your fellow students from theirs."
Harry went red, but said nothing. He knew that there was nothing he could say to defend himself. The Dursleys had made sure that all the school's staff knew he was a troubled child with mental deficiencies. It made them look better for caring for such an outcast despite their own hardship. He had learned as much in the first trip to the Headmaster's office in his first year after Dudley had tripped him in the lunchroom which caused him to bump into Louise Emberly who then fell and bruised her knee. Everyone had thought he did it on purpose to pick a fight.
"We cannot continue to let this behavior ruin the experiences of our other pupils and as such we have decided to move you into your own form group. A private tutor from an outside institution has offered to take you on as a special case. You should be extremely grateful, young man. Most children in your situation find themselves in organizations for young delinquents rather than in a fine school such as this one." The headmaster finished and Harry looked at him with his mouth agape.
The bullying had been bad enough without Harry being moved into a special class. Now, he imagined it would be unbearable. Although, on the brightside, Aunt Petunia wouldn't be able to steal his homework for Dudley anymore. The headmaster seemed to take his silence for acceptance and handed him a note with his new homeroom number.
"Off you go, Mr. Potter." He instructed and Harry headed off to meet his new tutor.
A/N: Just a short half chapter. More to come soon!