So this is an entirely different take on Harry Potter & The Philosophers Stone~ If You Don't Like Different Stuff- Don't Read It!
If You Don't Like Yaoi- Don't Read It!
Also, If You Don't Like To Hear Most Of The Original Story Before It Gets To My Plot- Don't Complain To Me- It's To Build Setting And Plot AND To Remind You Of The Beginning Story Line.
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Any spell mistakes I make in this chapter: pretend they didn't happen and melted into the enchanted ceiling ;)
Drarry and the Philosophers Stone~ Chappy Three :D
A/N : This chapter is the train journey on the Hogwarts Express to Hogwarts ( Obviously to Hogwarts not Narnia) So I will end this chapter when Harry and Ron get off the train.
P.S: I do recommend reading the first two mini- paragraphs to get in Harry's mindset or you may not understand later on! Just thought I'd let you know! WOW O_O Long A/N eh? ...
Harry's eyes stared at the note in disbelief. Harry had always felt unloved, from the day he moved into the Dursley's, they had never shown any sign of affection towards Harry. He had always had Dudley's rolled up sweatshirts and baggy pants, tatty trainers and broken glasses. The list could go on. But for someone to LOVE him? That was impossible.
Harry wondered who it could be. He didn't even know anyone who was on this train. But, as he worked out before, it had to have been a girl. No boy could have been this nice- it would have crushed their ego.
Harry's train of thought was interrupted when he heard a knock on the carriage door. Harry moved his hand upwards and motioned in the carriage. A young red haired boy stood in the doorway.
"Do ya mind? All the rest are full." The boy explained, looking embarrassed with his eyes fixed on his tatty shoes.
"Not at all!" Harry exclaimed delightedly- happy to have someone sit with him while he thought. Best to forget about what happened. Whoever put him in this carriage left him on his own and that is always how Harry found himself: On his own. This person obviously didn't care enough about him to stay so was there really any point in remembering? He pushed the lonely thoughts out of his mind as he sat with his new companion.
The red-headed boy stared at Harry for a while, examining his appearance. But there was no malice in the boy's eyes, just embarrassment.
"I'm Ron by the way- Ron Weasley." He blurted this out so quickly, Harry struggled to follow this small string of words.
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter" Harry smiled at Ron, and felt a small connection grow with the boy.
Ron's eyes widened and a gasp emanated from his mouth when Harry had given him his name. Harry groaned internally. He had completely forgotten that he was famous in the Wizarding World and that everyone knew who he was. This was slightly problematic as Harry knew less about himself and became more and more uncertain about going to Hogwarts with every weird happening that occurred. But he was on the train now, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"So...so...It's true?" Ron exclaimed. "Do you really have the...the..." Ron seemed to struggle to speak.
"The what?" Harry asked cautiously, if Ron was about to ask if he had any abnormal magical abilities then Harry would have to disappoint.
" Scar" Ron finally managed to utter the word with extreme hesitance
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. The scar on his forehead was bound to attract some attention, it was pretty unique and odd. Just like the owner. But at least it wasn't a test of magic or anything else, then Harry may have flung himself off the train before he could say the word "Hagrid".
Harry pulled back his fringe with a smile "Yeah" He showed Ron his lightning bolt shaped scar.
"Wicked!" Ron said excitedly. Harry laughed and lowered his hand from his fringe, letting the mop fall back into place.
Before they could speak any further a small, plump woman trundled past the open door with a cart filled with what Harry presumed were sweets and other eatable delicacies. Harry looked at them with ravenous eyes, he hadn't ever really had much to eat. The woman smiled. Her grey hair was cropped and bounced into silver curls around her rounded face.
"Anything off the trolley dears?" She asked Ron and Harry, who were both staring at the trolley full of goodies. Ron was the first to tear his eyes away from the food.
"No thanks. I'm all set." He reached into his pocket and produced a set of corned beef sandwiches, which were all mashed up together into an odd shape. Ron lowered his disgusting looking sandwiches. Harry took a glance at the corned beef sandwiches. Harry remembered being given corned beef and hating it and from that day on all he had been given was corned beef sandwiches. He pitied Ron and gave himself the benefit of the doubt.
"We'll take the lot!" Harry told the woman, producing some Galleons and Sickles from his trouser pocket.
"Wow!" Ron's wide eyes stared at the lump of money in Harry's hand like he had never seen it before. Harry suspected he had seen money before- just not that much of it at the same time.
Harry had never been able to buy his own food- let alone anyone else's and the thought and feeling was new to him, in a good way.
With the mountain of sweets before them and the train trundling beneath their feet, Harry and Ron continued their conversation. Harry picked up his first package- Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans.
"Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans?" Harry said to no-one in particular, though he hoped Ron would get the hint and tell him what they tasted like before he stuck one in his mouth.
" They mean every flavour!" Ron chomped into a gummy snake. " There's chocolate and peppermint- Harry stuck a bean in his mouth, hoping for that flavour. Ron continued:
and there's also spinach, liver and tripe." Harry grimaced once.
"George swears he got a bogey flavoured one once" Harry grimaced for a second time and Harry pulled his bean out of his mouth and put it in an empty packet. He doubted the fact that Ron's brother, George, had eaten a bogey flavoured bean at first, but when he thought about it and everything he had seen it seemed possible.
"These aren't real frogs are they?" Harry had picked up a packet labelled " 'Chocolate Frogs'
Ron looked over at Harry.
"Nahh it's just a spell. Besides, It's the cards you want. Each pack has a famous Witch or Wizard. I've got about 500 myself"
Harry looked away from Ron and down at the packet. Slowly he opened it, not knowing what to expect. A brown frog lay in the middle of the packet and with a single leap it pounced onto the window and quickly climbed it.
"Watch it!" Ron said loudly.
The frog continued its journey upwards, flinging itself out of the window into the passing meadow.
"Naww it's rotten luck! They've only got one good jump in them to begin with"
Harry looked at his card.
"I've got Dumbledore!" He said loudly, thinking it was a rare card. Ron quashed his theory.
"I've got about six of him." He said with a mouthful of Pumpkin Pastie.
Harry looked back at his card, not really caring that Ron had 6, just caring that he had one of them. With very little that Harry could say was his first- hand and not second hand from Dudley, this could add to that small collection including his broken glasses, wand, cauldron, school books, a small soldier figurine and now a card with Dumbledore on.
"Hey! He's gone!" Harry said to Ron with a smile on his face.
Ron looked at Harry like he was stupid.
"Well you can't expect him to hang around all day, can you?" A fat rat sat on Ron's lap. "This is Scabbers by the way. Pathetic isn't he?"
"Just a lil' bit" Harry replied, he felt certain this rat was all Ron had.
"Fred gave me a spell once to turn him yellow. Want to see?" Ron looked happy to show his spell off to someone.
"Yeah!" Harry exclaimed delightedly. He wanted to see someone perform magic to see if they could do it too. Privately, he wanted Ron to fail, just so he didn't feel alone in the "I- can't do magic yet" business.
Ron cleared his throat dramatically. "Sun..."
Harry and Ron looked up to see a girl in Hogwarts robes standing in the carriage doorway. Her brown bushy hair looked slightly wild around her face and she was watching Ron when he stopped moving his wand and looked up at her.
The girl sighed and looked at the boys.
"Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one." She asked.
"No" said Ron, looking up at her suspiciously.
"Oh. Are you doing magic? Let's see then!" She stood in the doorway with a smirk on her face.
Ron cleared his throat again.
"Sunshine, daisies, buttermellow,
Turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"
Scabbers squeaked a little bit but didn't turn yellow, or any other colour of the rainbow for that matter. Ron looked at Harry and Harry looked at Ron. With a mutual understanding that they both didn't understand why the spell didn't work, they shrugged at each other. But the girl didn't leave it alone.
"Are you sure that's a REAL spell? Well it's not very good is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple ones myself, but they've all worked for me."
She swooped into the carriage like a demon possessed and sat on the bench opposite Harry.
"For example: "Occulus Reparo"
Suddenly, the tape that had held the join between Harry's glasses vanished, and left the bridge or the glasses repaired.
"There. That's better isn't it?"
Harry took them off and inspected them. They were just like new. Ron and Harry shared a shocked look. Harry put his glasses back on.
"Holy cricket! You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger." She looked at Ron. "And you are?"
Through a mouthful of food Ron managed "I'm Won Weaswey" Which Hermione somehow managed to understand.
"Pleasure" She said, but didn't look like she meant it.
"You two had better change into your robes, I expect we'll be arriving soon."
She swooped out of the carriage leaving the boys, but before they had lost sight of her she stuck her head back in. She turned to face Ron.
"You've got dirt on your nose by the way. Did you know? Just there" She pointed to the spot on the right of her nose, gave Ron a dubious look, then swept away, leaving the boys to get changed.
What seemed like moments later, the Hogwarts Express came to a sudden halt. Hagrid's voice boomed over the sound of the screaming engine.
"Right first-years! This way please! Come on now don't be shy!" He yelled.
Harry and Ron stumbled around the train- bumping into people that were passing and trinyg to get out of the tiny doors. Ron pushed Harry through first, in the hopes that Harry would be like Moses and part the water.
Harry dodged the laggers, dribbled around the milling crowds until he saw a door. But before he could reach the door, the carriage to his left opened its door and stepped in front of Harry. His blonde hair shined in the lights and his pale skin contrasted well with his slim, flit build. The boy had an air of familiarity to him, but Harry couldn't place where. Harry shook his head. He must be kidding himself. This is a new place to him with new people, he can't have seen this boy before, ever. The only person Harry had seen before, if you could call him a person, was Hagrid, and Harry didn't know quite what to make of Hagrid yet. Harry stopped. Harry had never doubted a person in his life before, yet he felt weird, like something was hiding inside him. He heard Ron behind him:
"Hurry up mate, you're causing a blockage"
Harry turned around. So he was. For some reason unknown to Harry he felt a twinge of anger build up inside him towards Ron. Who was Ron to tell him to move? Or to call him MATE for that matter. Harry caught a hold of himself again. He needed to get off the train- it seemed to be messing with his mind! Harry moved his foot forwards and bumped into the blonde boy. The boy had been standing there, staring at him the whole time, like he knew Harry and what Harry was thinking. The boy opened his mouth and said quietly to Harry:
"You don't remember...do you?" The boy looked up at Harry with pleading eyes.
"Remember what?" Harry replied. This time, Ron looked around Harry to see what was stopping Harry from moving. The blonde boy saw Ron behind Harry and said loudly.
"I said POTTER, that you are causing mayhem before you have even got here! If you think you can be great around Hogwarts because you're famous then think again!" The boy turned on his heel and walked towards the train door and stepped off without glancing back at Harry. Harry stood there like a lemon.
"What was that all about?" Ron asked once Harry had gained some strength to move again.
"Ron, I honestly don't know. What I DO know is that I've made an enemy before I've even started."
Meanwhile, out in the mess of students, Draco Malfoy stood numb, with a single tear rolling freely down his cheek. Three words came out of his mouth:
"He doesn't remember..."