Harry Potter was a normal child, who lived in a normal house, went to a normal school and made normal things, to the great pleasure of his family. Harry lived with his aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley, his parents were abnormal people who died in an weird explosion. His family being a nice normal people took him in, luckily he wasn't like them.
Harry had good grades and play at the local football team, he was studious and usually helped his cousin Dudley with his homework as he wasn't that good at classes but excelled at boxing. He was expecting to go to a good school and to the university, then he would have a job and a family, like any other normal people.
But normal didn't last long, a monday morning in the middle of summer Harry recived a letter, and not a normal one, it was made from parchement and the words where written in emerald green. Harry didn't like jokes so when he saw the letter in the mail, he thought it was a joke from his cousin and just threw the letter to trash. Tuesday it was his cousin turn to get the letters, his cousin hand him two letters that day. Wednesday is uncle got the letters and Harry saw that four had arrived, Vernon handed the letters to Petunia. Harry was thankfull that his uncle saw that it was a bad joke and gave the letters to his aunt, who could probably tell his cousin to stop.
That afternoon Harry was call to the kitchen and he saw his world crumble before his eyes. His aunt explain it to him with a sad face, he wasn't normal but a wizard. Noone was happy after that conversation, he would be forced to go to a wizard school to study magic, instead of Math and Science. His aunt wasn't happy, she had been expecting for him not to go to that school as he had never show any signs of magic and had embraced his studies in a normal school, his aunt was imperative that he had to answer the letter while things were still somewhat normal
The magic school send a representative to guide (Professor Snake or something like that, he didn't care) him to the magic street to buy magical things for the magical school. Harry wasn't happy, it was all different and a lot of things didn't followed basic phisics. The man that was guiding him was a sour man in all black who didn't seem happy to be there, at least he wore clothes that could be passed as normal while the were in London.
Harry didn't have a vault full of gold, his magical schooling seems to have been paid by his parents before dead but everything else had to be paid by him. If first impresions were the norm, Harry thought that wizards had no brain. A normal people would have left money to their kids to pay for their things in case of dead, like books for school or maybe even for rent or a car, if the family had money. But it seems that his father had spend all the familu money funding a war. Harry thought that even him at eleven planed better than them, he had savings for his books of advanced chemisty and puzzles, savings that now had been wasted in useless magical things that he didn't like or needed. At least he had bought everything second hand and had enought to buy books on normal subjects that he would have studied in a normal school.
Harry spend the rest of the summer convincing his aunt and uncle to be able to continue his normal studies at distance from the magic school that he was forced to go. He would be able to get tested for his normal subjetcts at the end of December and would continue his normal schooling, even if he couldn't go to one.
September 1st was a day that Harry had been hatting since that fatefull day of July, before he was always waiting for it to come as it was the day that school started, but now he didn't anyome. It was the day that he would go to a magical school, his cousin will go to uncle Vernon's old school, a normal school for a normal boy, not like him. Harry had promised himself that he would been as normal as posible in the magical school so normal that they would have to kick him from it so he could go back to his normal life.
He arrived at Kings Cross, with his abnormal trunk full of magical things and a normal bag with normal books and food for the train ride. The first thing abnormal was the plataform where the train departed (9 and 3/4), it wasn't just the number, you had to go trought a wall to acces it. Harry stood outside of it, not wanting to look stupid if someone happened to see him, he thought that maybe if he didn't cross the barried and didn't catch the train he would left alone and could go back to his normal life.
But luck wasn't at his side. A pump woman with five children all with red head grabed his arm all the while loudly taking about plataform 9 and 3/4 (Wasn't there a rule about not telling/showing anything magical to normal people?). The woman then draged him to said place telling him that it was alright to be nervous and not to worry her son Ronald was a first year too.
She order her older boy to help him find a compartment and put his trunk there. Harry to the opportunity to leave when the mother was hugging their sons. He run to the exit of the train and was able to get into a taxi before anyone noticed. Harry listened to the news at ten o'clock with great pleasure and soon enough he was at Little Winging library studing his normal technology book. Harry was planing to stay there until dinner time and then arrive to his family home with the great news that he was magic free. But his good mood lasted until lunch, when he went to the park to enjoy his sandwich, and he was there. Professor all i wear is black, was there in all his moody glory. He couldn't escape and in the blink of an eye he was back at the magic train, at least he was alone.
When the train stopped it was dark and Harry couldn't see much outside, just the shade of an enormous man carring a lantern to light the station. Harry just stood where he was hopping that the train would leave with him back to London. It took a while but the station started to empty and after the last student was gone the train started to move again. Harry saw that the train was just moving in the same rail that it has used to go there. He would just wait a couple of hours hidden, just in case someone checked, with some luck he would be in London by the next morning.
After a couple of hours Harry though that he wouldn't be found, noone had checked and if they had they hadn't see him. Harry was starting to fall sleep went he hear a sound, like if someone had pop a balloon. He saw that man again outside his door. Harry wasn't happy and the professor didn't seem happy either, didn't they take the clue that he didn't want to be there, it's not as he hadn't tell him. And those were his last thought before he black out.
When he woke up he was in a bed in what looked like and old fashioned infirmary. He woke up, there were candles hovering over his head. He was there, in the freak school, where he didn't want to be. He had to get out of there, if he went out maybe he could go back to his life. He got out of bed and went to the door, but it was close. A old woman dressed in a nurse uniform appeared from a door to his left, she sighned and took out her wand. Harry tried to duck but was hit and knew no more.
It was morning when he woke again, he tried to get out of bed but he couldn't, he was tied. The woman from last night appeared with a tray with some food and give it to him. The food appeared to be normal, normal color and smell, and he was hungry. He took a small bite, it tasted normal, he decided to eat. What Harry didn't see was an old man with half moon glasses smiling.
When Harry finished he saw a old man, older than anyone that he knew, with colorful robes, long beard and glasses. The man presented himself as Headmaster Dumbledore and wellcomed him to the school. Then, with a flick of his wand the rest of his breakfast vanished and were replaced with an old hat. The hat jumped onto his head and he could heard a voice in his head. After some moments the hat screamed Gryffingdoor and the Headmaster vanished it.
Harry wasn't happy, it wasn't normal, he just wanted to go to Little Winghing and go to a normal school, with usefull subjects. He didn't wanted to be there, and noone seemed to care about his opinion. The Headmaster just continued talking, Harry wasn't paying attention, he was planing how to go back to London. The man stoped talking, smiled and pointed to the redhead boy that he had seen on the station. "Wonderfull" Harry though, a babysitter to make sure he stood there. But Harry wasn't going to made things easy, they could force him to stay, but he wasn't planing to learn anything. He would let them think that they had won, he would go to classes, but he wasn't going to do anything else. He would study his science and maths books in his free time and he would fail all the magical subjects, maybe that way he would be able to leave the school. If he let them think that he couldn't do magic maybe, just maybe, they would let him leave.
That was what happened, he ignored the other boys in his dormitory. He didn't think twice about moving staircases, painting and armors. He didn't paid attention to classes, not matter how many point teachers took, or detention asigned, that didn't mattered to Harry, beeing expulsed by lack of discipline would work fir Harry.
Soon it was Halloween, it when without incident, at least for Harry. The same could not be said about a muggleborn girl that had been killed by a loose troll, if only she had been more like Harry and hadn't care she might have been alive. The time before Christmas past quickly, there had been an investigation into the troll but nothing have come from it, so now teacher patrolled there corridors more than before and made sure noone was missing at meals. He wasn't able to go back to his family in Christmas or Easter, the Dursleys weren't happy about that but they were happy that Harry was suspending his magic subjects and that he was studing normal subjects.
The end of year exams came and went, the teachers had finally figured that taking points or giving detentions weren't efective metods to made Harry study. Except certain greassy haired git, not that Harry cared about him, he didn't care what the man said about his father, he didn't knew the man and cleary he should have know better than to stay in the wizard world.
To noone surprise Harry got a troll minus in all his subjects, probably and all time record. Harry was extatic, that probably would be enough to be quick out of the school, but it wasn't. The last day before the train left the school, he had a meeting with Dumbledore and McGonnagal and was informed that he would had to repeat his first year next September, and yes he would have to come.
Harry during his holidays was able to do his exams and he pass everything with amazing grades. Harry thought that even if he was forced to go again he would be able to pass his exams in the normal world and would be able to go to university. He was sure that they wouldn't be able to force him to be in the magic world after he was over age.
End year 1