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Harry James potter had been shoved around all his life. When his Hogwarts acceptance letter cane he was overjoyed, he was finally about to rid himself of his pathetic excuse of a family. He could be who he wanted with no one to stop him, even Dudley couldn't muck this up. So when he went for school supplies he went all out desperately wanting to be the opposite of what he had been forced into through childhood. He was a servant no more and he would claim as much power as he liked at this new school.

On the train he sat alone, not wanting to give the impression if a needy little brat, desperate for friends. Fishing out his newly acquired iPod he browsed the songs before settling on an old favourite. Mashing his forehead against the window he settled down for a light nap.

Barely more than five minutes into the journey however his peace was shattered when a red headed boy burst into the compartment. Groaning harry didn't even lift his head before hissing out "what?!" Allowing his anger to punctuate the simple statement.

The ginger blanched as if he, Harry, was somehow being rude. Glaring daggers at Harry's back he adopted what to him must have been a menacing tone, but to harry it sounded like a kid trying to do a man's job.

'I was just going to ask whether you'd seen Harry Potter.' Pausing for what must have been a failed attempt at drama he continued by throwing ' it's just he's my best mate and I can't find him. 'As an offhand comment.

Harry had frozen at the use if his name, knowing from the required reading books that he held a little fame in the wizarding world, had been sparked in to action when the boy declared they were "best friends". Dripping his tone to an icy whisper he spoke, ' no I haven't seen your friend, now I suggest you go look elsewhere as I cannot stand to be near your idiocy much longer. 'Fingering his wand to make his point absolute waited for the boy's response.

The gingers ears turned a startling shade of red with what looked like anger, storming to the door he ripped it open. 'You just wait till harry hears about this, he'll teach you a lesson!" with that he blundered down the corridor letting the door slide shut with a small click. 'Oh he's in for the surprise if his life later.' was the thought on Harry's mind as he drifted back into slumber once more.

Thankfully that was the only encounter for the rest if you he journey. Harry relished the silence for he knew once he got to Hogwarts that everyone would know his name. 'If they didn't already.' Harry thought dismally. As they pulled into the station harry left the train with his head down. It couldn't hurt to go unnoticed for just a little longer could it?

As the first years of entered the great hall it became apparent that everyone knew of his ' disappearance '. Keeping in formation harry scanned his fellow students; a bushy haired girl currently bragging about the amount of books she'd read, a girl with a pugish face yet dressed exquisitely in expensive looking robes, the red haired prat from earlier was shooting looks his way while holding a hushed conversation with a few other boys, a smartly dressed blonde that held himself in a dignified yet superior way, a pudgy looking lad that had the air of a nervous wreck and a few others that seemed happy just to blend into the background. Harry knew from just observing his classmates who he wanted to avoid and who he wanted to befriend. Switching his attention to the front of the hall he saw a figure rising, brushing his fringe to cover his scar more fully he listened.

'I want to welcome you to another year at Hogwarts ' the figure was saying, 'for those who do not know me I am professor Dumbledore the Headmaster here at Hogwarts. With that let us get to the sorting!' The professor rounded up his speech, his eyes searching the students below him. His whole demeanour seemed to scream a grandfatherly figure but Harry could see underneath this easily, see the coldness in his eyes. The eyes that came to rest on harry and the smile of someone who thought they were in control. 'Like Vernon.' Harry's subconscious supplied. It was then harry made it his mission to defy the old man and his cold eyes, to break away from whatever the professor had planned for him. To fight him at his own game.

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